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That’s our show for tonight! We’ll see you next week from Missouri!

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Becky’s high upbeat theme blared throughout the arena as she exploded from the curtains, head banging and rocking out to her infectious theme. Becky ran down the ramp and slid under the bottom rope and entered the ring as the fans released a loud reaction.

The crowd booed as Candi’s music played, and the blonde woman walked out from behind the curtain. The Badass Princess moved gracefully towards the ring, ignoring the crowd’s boos as she held her title over her head. Escorting her was Randy Orton. After she had entered the ring the ref checked both women before calling for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The girls stared at each other as they locked up. Becky made her first move putting Candi into a headlock. The shorter diva continued by giving forearm shots to the ribs of her opponent, pushing her to the ropes as the taller diva ran back giving her a shoulder tackle. The redhead kept running the ropes only to have the blonde counter with a clothesline. The Badass Princess went for a roll up but the Lass Kicker kicked out immediately.

As the shorter woman backed up for the taller girl to get up, the veteran woman kicked her opponent in the midsection. Becky pulled Candi in between the top and middle ropes to start give Candi the knees to her midsection. As she went for the next shot, her opponent caught her leg elbowing her making her fall out of the ring on her feet. The shorter woman went on the ring apron going to kick the taller girl in the face only to have her stop her by holding her leg. The Lass Kicker pulled the Badass Princess on her shoulders and bounced her face first on the barricade. She got her opponent back in the ring while she was still a bit unconscious.

The taller woman crawled on top of the shorter girl, grabbing her hair roughly as she started head butting her. The ref started to count as Becky released Candi at two. She got off her putting her opponent into a chin lock to keep wearing her down. The shorter woman slowly started to stand up whilst being in the chin lock but the taller woman immediately slammed her back head first into the mat. The Lass Kicker got the Badass Princess by the hair pulling her back in between the first and second but the third time the Badass Princess kicked the Lass Kicker in the back with her flailing feet.

The ref was ordering her to get off her opponent and so she did. The taller woman dragged the shorter woman to the ropes preparing for a high risk move. Candi started to give Becky elbows to the midsection making Becky wobbly, about to fall. She started pleading with her opponent to not make her fall but the shorter woman hit her hands and made her tumble down from the top rope.

As the taller woman stood up again, the shorter girl made her way on the top rope delivering a cross body taking out the taller girl. Both women where lying outside the ring. The ref started his count. As the ref arrived to the count of five, Candi grabbed Becky by the hair dragging her back inside the ring. She got slowly to her knees while her opponent ran the ropes connecting with massive knee to the face knocking her out and going straight for the cover.

One …Two…Kickout!

Frustration started to build up for Candi. She pulled Becky up by the head only to be pushed back and feel the effects of a Big Boot from Becky. The taller woman grabbed the shorter girl by the hair and went for the Bexsploder, but the smaller women countered by connecting her Candi-Bar submission move. The redhead held out for a few moments before tapping.

“And your winner, by submission, Candi!”

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And her opponent, from Charleston, South Carolina, accompanied to the ring by Randy Orton, she is the Badass Princess, CANDI!

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The following women’s bout is set for one fall and is our main event for the evening! Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland, she is the Irish Lass Kicker, BECKY LYNCH!

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As the scene opened Jeff stood there facing his brother Matt. He had met him in his locker room and brought Desi with him.

“If you came back to WEW with the thought that you were going to walk in here and tell me what to do you’re wrong. I’m my own man and I can make my own decisions.”

Matt stared at his younger brother in disbelief.

“I came back because my wife and brother were here and I missed you both. That other promotion is a piece of shit and I couldn’t stand to be there anymore. I thought you’d be glad to see me.”

Jeff took in his brothers words.

“As long as that’s the real reason and you’re not here to try and push me around. I’m a champion and I’m doing fine on my on….brother."

He pushed past Matt and took Desi hand.

"Let’s go babe.”

He said as he and Desi left the room and headed down the hall.

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DING! DING! DING! That means the match is underway, as both men head towards the center of the ring and begin circling. Cass is the first to put an arm up for a test of strength, Spurll does the same but quickly sweeps with his left leg. Cass hops back, seeing it coming and shooting at glare at Marty. Once more the men would circle, only this time Marty would be the one to reach out with a hand. Cass obliges Spurll’s request for a tie-up, but rather quickly ducks under and gets a Hammerlock cinched in.  We see the gears in Cass’s head start turning, but it’s Spurll who figures out a plan first as he slips underneath and behind Cass, locking in a Hammerlock of his own before shoving him forward. Cass would hit the ropes chest first, but grip onto them with both arms to ensure he doesn’t go flying back into whatever Spurll had waiting for him. Cass turns around, locking eyes with Marty who would wear a blank expression on his face. Once again, both men are back to square one. Cass gets in wrestler stance, crouched just a tad as he starts reaching in for a takedown of sorts while Spurll has his upper body leaned back with his legs up front. Cass shoots for a double leg, but Marty stuffs it and gets Cass down on the mat for some good ol’ fashioned WRASSLIN’. Spurll quickly transitions into back side control, going for a full back mount but Cass quickly gets Spurll on his back and gets open mount. Cass grips Marty’s legs and thrusts them up, basically rolling him away. Marty rolls back onto his feet, Cass quickly gets back up to his and charges to nail Spurll with a brutal European Uppercut! The crowd is getting behind Cass, especially against such a vile being like Marty Spurll? it’s not totally unbelievable. Cass doesn’t go for the cover, instead grabbing Spurll by his beard and pulling him up to his feet. He ignores the admonishment he receives from the official, delivering a knife-edge chop right across the chest of his opponent. With disgust all over his face, Cass delivers yet another chop that can be heard throughout the arena, backing Marty up into the ropes. More referee involvement as he’s telling Cass to stop the attack, but Cass does not listen - delivering three more chops that seem to be getting louder and harder with each one. We have a disqualification count starting, and it doesn’t even get to 2 before Cass lifts his arms up and backs off at the referee’s order. Kick straight to the chest from Spurll to Cass, almost immediately as Cass backs off! The airborne arms quickly cover the chest of The Brit, and it’s easy to see why there was no breathing room being given to Marty in the first place. Cass walks back towards Spurll, straight into another kick right to the chest. Once again, Cass backs right up as he’s gripping his chest with both arms while Spurll seems to be taking control now. We’ve got Cass in the corner now, trying to get a little time to regain whatever breath has been knocked out of him, and Spurll decides to just boot him right in the face! Nobody saw that one coming after the chest kicks, and Spurll delivers yet another kick straight to the mush that looks to have Cass rocked! Unfortunately for Spurll, he can’t capitalize as the official once again steps in the way of the action to keep either man from bending the rules. Spurll backs up, not once taking his eyes off Cass who goes to charge him - Roundhouse Kick to the chest that stops him dead in his tracks! Marty then delivers one to the gut, a toe kick to the now bent-over Cass that pops him right up - Spinning Sole Kick right to the chest that sends Cass straight back into the corner and on his ass! The crowd is booing, not liking their hero (if only for this one match) being bested by the evil, Marty Spurll. Cass would look up at Spurll who beckoned for him to come further, only to nod and pull himself up using the ropes. As soon as Cass gets to his feet, the fight is back on as both men charge at one another. Marty sidesteps Cass who continues trucking forward and puts one foot on the middle turnbuckle, stepping up and off it to keep momentum whilst changing direction. Spurll is not too far behind, but almost immediately Cass DRIVES his skull into Marty’s with a vicious Headbutt that looks like it knocked a few teeth out. Wasting no time after a move so brutal, Cass drops down for the pin. ONE… T- Kickout! Not disappointed at all with the barely-a-two-count, Cass gets on his knees and proceeds to once again nod, as if he’s coming to further understand just how tough Marty Spurll is…Cass grabs Spurll by his hair and proceeds to start laying it in with punch after punch. The official is doing what he can with his words, but it’s not enough as Cass just continues the assault. Finally, we get a disqualification count once again. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FI-” Cass lets up, once again grabbing Marty by his beard to bring him back up to his feet. Once both men are standing, Cass quickly grabs the arm and twists underneath it, wringing it as he does to make sure he has full control. Spurll is trying to get free, but Cass is easily keeping him in check by wringing and clubbing the arm. Cass even pulls Marty in and headbutts his shoulder a few times to weaken it for later on in the match, an odd move but very smart as Cass being as hard-headed as he is, it’ll sure have effect on Spurll over time. After a few more moments of the wrist lock, Marty decides enough is enough and rolls forward, bouncing from his feet to his back before kipping up and pulling Cass forward and RIGHT INTO A JUMPING KNEE! The cracking noise it made was devastating, but what it did to Cass was even worse as he just sorta slumped back into the ropes. Spurll would waste no time, grabbing Cass and tossing his arm over his shoulder, lifting him up and DROPPING him with a Brainbuster! Spurll gets up to his feet, staring daggers into his fallen opponent before very quickly charging the ropes and coming back… it can really only be described as two knees right to the skull! Spurll goes for the fall. ONE… Shoulder Up! There wasn’t a damn thing flashy about those knees, they were intended to hurt - and the way Cass immediately rolled out of the ring after kicking out? They did the job. Laying on the apron, Cass feels the hands of Spurll grasping at his head and tries to swat them away, but to no avail as he’s brought to his feet. With Cass now standing on the apron and Spurll on the inside, it seems things might be getting a little risky. One forearm from Spurll leads into one from Cass, a punch from Spurll is followed with one from Cass. Some moments into ‘Anything you can do, I can do better’, Cass throws a knee between the middle/top ropes that connect with Marty’s gut. Thinking quickly, Cass would wrap his arm around Spurll’s neck and throw his opponent’s arm over his back before lifting him up…. Spurll lands standing on the apron! Toe Kick right to the gut, and Spurll pushes Cass off the apron with his foot. Luckily, Cass lands feet first on the protective padding surrounding the arena floor and rushes back to Spurll, dodging a kick that could have very easily taken his head off! Cass uses the steps to rebound off of by using the same trick he did earlier for the turnbuckle, running back and nailing Marty Spurll’s lethal legs with a Lariat that damn near turns him inside out! Spurll lands hard on the apron, tumbling out to the floor as Cass would hop up on the other steel steps, looking out to the crowd and pointing to his temple as if to say “That’s intelligence right there!”. Cass once again takes Spurll by the beard and gets him to his feet, rolling him into the ring and following suit. As soon as Cass gets to his feet, he looks up and is met with a DEAD MAN’S TRIGGER! Marty Spurll was playing possum! The Bicycle Knee to the skull puts Cass out, but that might not be all. Marty would then mount the back of Cass, locking in the Dragon Slayer! Wrenching the hold back, it’s quite obvious that Cass is unconscious from the knee, so the referee has no choice but to call the match. DING DING DING! “And your winner by KNOCKOUT…. Marty Spurll!”

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And his opponent, from Cambridge, England, he is the Villain, MARTY SCURLL!

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The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Queens, New York, he is 7 Foot Tall, BIG CASS!

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The camera go backstage and show Randy Orton and Candi talking. They seem to be quite close and both are sharing a laugh. “I love you so much Randy. I think it’s time we made plans to take over around here.” Randy smirks at Candi and is seen with his hand in her hair twirling a strand around his finger. “Thanks Candi Cane, I think so too. This company needs a leader and who better to lead them than a snake? A man that cares only for himself and his queen?” They seemed lost on their own world as they began to kiss each other and slide then hands along each others bodies. The camera panned away giving them some privacy.

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Rocky’s music blasted throughout the arena as the crowd blew the roof off with boos for the unpopular superstar. She ran out from behind the curtain with Dean right behind her and they got the crowd amped up for the match. The brunette woman climbed into the ring and stared up the ramp, waiting for her opponent.

The crowd cheered as Faith’s music played, and the brunette woman walked out from behind the curtain. She showed off her newest adaptation of the Mad Hatter attire before she walked down the ramp and entered the ring gracefully. After she had entered the ring the ref checked both women before calling for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A tie up and an arm ringer by Rocky as Faith jockeys for position with a backward roll, a nip up and a reversal. A thumb to the eyes by the brunette and backflip…the dirty blonde with a kick and backflip but that’s dodged as well. A tie up and they’re in the corner, referee trying to get in as she hits a cheap shot but her opponent pulls her down in an arm bar submission but a head scissor, what great leg strength by her opponent and she nips up out of that and takes down her opponent with a side headlock. Head scissor is dodged as both women stand their ground and the crowd applauds. Another tie up and a go behind by the Phenomenette and a standing switch by the Storyteller and a reversal is blocked and a victory roll and the Phenomenette going for the Cloverleaf but the Storyteller wisely makes it to the ropes.

Rocky breaks the hold as she tells Faith to bring it and Faith does as drop toe hold and Faith has Rocky in the single crab and wait a minute, Whirlwind! NO SHE MAKES IT TO THE ROPES! The brunette and dirty blonde are face to face and a shove from the brunette and shove from the dirty blonde as the brunette hits a hip toss but the dirty blonde reverses and INSIDE OUT THE BRUNETTE GOES! She goes to the outside to regain her focus but her opponent hits a BASEBALL SLIDE! What a maneuver as off the ropes SUICIDE DIVE, BUT DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE FACE! The Holy Shit chants are exploding in this arena as a beautiful reversal was just nailed! The Phenomenette picks up a limp Storyteller and throws her into the ring. To the top turnbuckle… what is he doing here…going for a shooting star press! Her opponent rolls out of the ring!

Rocky changes her approach, and dives onto Faith on the outside! Both women were down, as the ref began his count! She got up to her feet first, able to pick up her opponent and get her back into the ring, before getting into the ring herself. The brunette tried for a springboard body splash, but the dirty blonde rolled out of the way, and the brunette landed hard on her midsection. The Storyteller then grabbed the Phenomenette’s body, and locked in the Whirlwind!

Faith has the brutal submission locked in and Rocky rushes to the ropes! If she held tighter it may have been over! Her opponent is in the corner attacking her with a kick and a whip but reversal and STERNUM FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! The dirty blonde may have taken a big blow there as she traps the brunette to the ropes and drives the elbow three times in succession! The Storyteller’s targeting the chest area as she covers.

One…Two…Kickout!

Rocky picks up Faith and oh my what a knife edge chop, good grief! She whips her opponent into the ropes and a drop down. A jump over by the dirty blonde and look at this CHEST CRUSHER! Good grief what impact from the Storyteller as she covers.

One…Two…Kickout!

Rocky going to whip Faith into the turnbuckle yet again but Faith hits a reversal and Rocky goes back first into the turnbuckle! What a reversal as she hits a TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! The dirty blonde then laid the brunette out, and went for the Lionsault, but the brunette got her knees up, causing the dirty blonde to grab her midsection as she got up, stunned from that. Then the Phenomenette hit Blood Moon!

One…Two… Kickout!

Rocky went up to the top rope, and went for the shooting star press! She jumped, but on impact, Faith caught her with Death From Above! Cover!

One…Two…Three!

“Here is your winner, by pinfall, FAITH!”

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And her opponent, from Fort Mill, South Carolina, she is the Storyteller, FAITH!

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The following women’s bout is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, accompanied to the ring by Dean Ambrose, she is the Phenomnette, ROCKY!

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Damian stood there watching his father retire and anger flashed on his face. Maybe it was time but he couldn’t help but feel anger and that anger made his blood boil. So Roman thought he was the keeper of the yard now? He’d show him .

“Enjoy it while you can Roman. All you did was dig your own grave/ I am not my father and I do hold grudges. I will not stop till you….Rest in Peace.”

His eyes rolled backwards in his head and the scene faded.

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And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, she is the Extreme Queen, LITA!

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The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from St. Louis, Missouri, accompanied to the ring by Candi, he is the Viper, RANDY ORTON!

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The scene cuts backstage to the cozy lockeroom of Marty Scurll. We hear him conversing on the phone. We can barely make out the voice, but it’s a male sounding one. Our cameras pick up the conversation.

“You need to get your arse back over here and stop wasting time in lesser places.”

Marty looks around the room, making sure he’s alone before continuing.

“Are we still on for drinks tonight? We can all discuss your return then.”

Voice: Don’t worry I’ll meet you both tonight and we can sort ourselves and make plans.

Marty laughs. “I’ll speak with you later on tonight, mate!

At that, then phone clicks as Marty hangs up the phone. He closes his eyes and lays across the couch. Finally things were going to fit together.

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Peyton is on her way to the ring and just before she’s able to make it out to the ramp, she’s attacked by her opponent, Erica. She shouts and attacks her opponent ruthlessly. All of the taller woman’s harsh words have clearly gotten to the shorter woman and this is the end result. The Baddest Chick in the Ring slams the Venus Flytrap face first into a stack of crates and then a table, dragging the Venus Flytrap along towards the gorilla position. The Iconic One tries her best to fight back, but it’s dark and the Bullet Club member is on her like a wild animal with several hard chops and blows, tugging on her hair to pull her with her towards the ring.

The crowd is shouting back and forth through all of the confusion and several refs come to pull two women apart, but they spill up into the ring. Before long, though, Peyton is in the corner and huffing, but she’s smirking and wiping at her face. “Nice try, bitch.” She’s very surprised by her opponent’s actions, but it’s nothing to her. The shorter woman glares at the taller woman, pulling her hair back into a high ponytail as the refs stand between the two of them. They double check to make sure both of them are settled down before the match is underway.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Erica moves around swiftly to get an advantage on Peyton early on in this match, starting off with a waist lock. She doesn’t even seem phased by it, using her height advantage and wrapping an arm around her opponent’s neck and shoulders and running back into the ropes then forward into a running bulldog, but it’s blocked by her opponent as she shoves her forward and then runs forward, jumping onto the second rope and grabbing hold of her head sending her back into a neck breaker.

Peyton rolls quickly to her feet, turning to face Erica now, glaring at her. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that, sweetheart!” She smirked as she said the pet name, taunting and charging at her opponent and the both of them locking up in the middle of the ring. The shorter woman holds her ground pretty well, but the taller woman shifts her position and forms a headlock onto the shorter woman and squeezes to keep it firmly in place. The Baddest Chick in the Ring drops down onto one knee now, struggling to get the Venus Flytrap’s grip loose enough for her to escape, but the Venus Flytrap only tightens it even more, growling for the Baddest Chick in the Ring to just give up. “Never!” The Bullet Club member shouts through gritted teeth, swinging back and forth now, hands in the air to encourage the crowd to help her until she’s back on her feet.

Peyton lets her go now, lifting Erica and slamming her down onto the mat hard before going back on the ropes and positioning for an elbow drop, but there’s nobody home as Erica has rolled away onto the top rope and comes flying at Peyton with a missile drop kick. She quickly sets her opponent up for the pin, but her opponent kicks out before the ref can even begin his count.

Erica yells out in frustration, telling Peyton that this is her time and takes hold of both her legs, attempting to put the Sharpshooter submission move on Peyton. She gets about halfway before her opponent kicks her off, sending her opponent back into the ropes. The taller woman is sluggish to her feet, but she catches the shorter woman just as she’s coming back towards her and sets up for the Leg Sweep DDT, the shorter woman’s body bouncing some onto the mat. The Venus Flytrap goes for the pin.

One…Two…Th-Kickout!

Peyton turns wide eyed to the ref to double check that she’s not won and she blames the man for not counting faster, but as she does so, a swift and very hard kick lands with the side of Peyton’s head. She goes down, being flipped over for a pin.

One…Two…Th-Kickout!

Another failed pin attempt and the two are on their feet after a few struggling moments. Peyton is on the attack now, shoving Erica back into a corner and lifting her up onto the top ropes. She follows with her opponent, staying on the second one as she sets up for another move, but before she can do so, her opponent jumps into a reverse hurricanrana. The crowd is on their feet now as the shorter woman goes for yet another pin.

One…Two…Th-Kickout!

Erica yells, “STAY DOWN!” But it’s no use, Peyton is already rolling back up to her feet with the help of the ropes. She’s breathing hard, though, both competitors already spent from tonight’s events. “Let’s end this.” The taller woman is seen mouthing to the shorter woman before the two charge at each other, running the ropes as one ducks to miss a clothesline.  The Baddest Chick in the Ring ducks again, missing the Venus Flytrap’s extended arm and comes flying at her full force on the third bend, but the Venus Flytap is ready for her, having stopped midway and waiting for the Baddest Chick in the Ring to turn, her foot lifted for a BIG BOOT. The Bullet Club member goes down to the mat on impact, not moving at all. The Iconic One kneels by her side now, leaning over her with a serious look in her eye as she stares at the ref who begins the three count.

One…Two…Three!

“Bring me someone more worthy…” Her lips are easy to read as the ref raises her hand once more.