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The Twelfth; April 17, 2018
Topic Started: Apr 17 2018, 10:18 PM (156 Views)
Kim Coulter
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EXHIBITION MATCH
Singles Match
DELILAH SANTANA V. GLORIA FITZPATRICK

WINNER: Delilah Santana
TYPE: Submission
MOVE: Regal Stretch


NOTES:

Delilah wasted little time getting sassy with Gloria and that prompted her to respond with a hard slap across the face. After working Delilah over with a series of high flying moves, Santana takes her down with a superkick! A jumping bodyscissors headlock wears Gloria down, even more so with the multiple elbows to the neck but she still fights to the ropes. A takedown by the hair leads into a Regal Stretch and after fighting for many agonizing moments, Gloria taps out!





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EXHIBITION MATCH
Tag Team Match
THE CAMPOS BROS. V. EWAN MCQUE & KONSTANTINE

WINNERS: The Campos Bros.
TYPE: Pinfall
MOVE: Kiss From the Demon


NOTES:

Ewan McQue and Konstantine started things off with their impressive strength, dominating the smaller tag team but it's a tag team match and that proved to be the difference maker once the Campos Brothers became working as a unit. Double dropkick, double chop block, and a stereo leg sweep followed by elbow drops wore down Konstantine before they send McQue to the outside. Dual diving topes took the big man down and they were back in the ring for a crossface chickenwing into a spinning heel kick that spelled the end for Konstantine.




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LIVE FROM THE QUICKEN LOANS ARENA - CLEVELAND, OHIO
TUESDAY, APRIL 17, 2018




An extravagant array of pink and gold fireworks light up the Quicken Loans Arena and the crowd is absolutely insane for the Sixth Special of Sixth City Pro!

AW: Ladies and gentlemen! We welcome you back to Cleveland, Ohio! We welcome you back to where it all started! We welcome you to the TWELFTH EPISODE SPECIAL! I am "The Great White Hype" Adam Wilson, alongside my partner in crime, Jaime Lee! What a night we have in store for you!

JL: You are so right, Adam! Every championship is on the line tonight from the prestigous Sixth City Championship all the way to the Trios Championships all in singles competition!

AW: And that's not all! We are debuting two new championships tonight. The North Coast Championship as well as the Rock 'N Roll City Championship!

JL: We're starting things off with the Circle City Championship, but first! Let's have a word from one of our competitors in that match, Cameron Powell.




Cameron Powell stands in a hallway backstage, and it's clear he came to tonight's show prepared. He's got a grocery cart, filled with various items, all for possible use in tonight's four-way hardcore match for the Circle City Title. As he begins speaking, he is the first to mention that he's at the biggest physical disadvantage in this match, giving up height and weight to all three of his opponents. That means, as he puts it, the items he's got with him are even more important.

Then, one by one, he starts talking about his three opponents; Nick Sanders, TWrecks, and the champion Eric Donavan. He brings out weapons from the cart to demonstrate them; a kendo stick, a "Slippery When Wet" metal road sign, a classic steel chair...and one he says he found today in a Cleveland pawn shop; an original Microsoft X-Box! The massive console he says is ready to find a new home over someone's head in the ring tonight!

Cam finishes by saying that he doesn't have size or strength, but he's got speed, and he's got heart...and he's got an X-Box; and maybe combining the three together will be the right selection to win him his first SCP title!




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CIRCLE CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
Sudden Death Fatal 4 Way Hardcore Rules
ERIC DONAVAN (C) V. CAMERON POWELL V. NICK SANDERS V. TWRECKS


AW: The first match of the evening is arguably going to be the most violent! A Hardcore Rules match featuring four competitors and one of them is TWrecks!

JL: A man who was moments away from being fired, when the Circle City Champion Eric Donavan requested a change of plans! He wanted to do the damage himself and get some payback on TWrecks for weeks of ruining number one contenders matches and title defenses!

AW: It was Nick Sanders who defeated Cameron Powell two weeks ago and said he wanted weapons as a result. So Chance Allen made this fatal four-way involving champion, TWrecks, and the two men who have suffered the most at the constant interference.

The car crash that everyone was expecting when this match was announced delivered everything that was promised from the get start with TWrecks being jumped by the three other men in the match, none of them appreciating the interference and ensuing circus the big man has brought to the Circle City championship scene. Cameron and Eric hold TWrecks for Nick to come in with a big boot but Wrecks is able to throw Cameron off him and into the line of fire, dropping Eric with a stiff headbutt before turning to Sanders and straight kicking him between the legs and dropping Nick down to the mat. Cameron is getting to hs feet and TWrecks grabs his arm and tosses him into the corner, charging in for a splash but Powell is a step quicker and gets out of the way, going low on T with a chop block taking out his right leg as Eric comes charging in with a knee to the side of the head of the big guy, but is caught by surprise as Cameron rolls Eric up from behind and gets a two count. Cameron shrugs when the two are back to their feet and Eric elects to chop the shit out of Cameron, knocking him back towards the ropes as Sanders is back to his feet and tries to convince the two of them that Wrecks is the real problem, but that just gets him chopped as well from Donavan who’s clearly out to defend his championship above all else. Cameron and Nick exchange a look as both go for Eric, who ducks down behind the pair and is blindsided by TWrecks who’s back to his feet and it takes one clubbing blow to the back of the head to knock down the champion, prompting Cameron to chuck an Xbox at TWrecks' head dazing him enough for Powell and Sanders to summon enough power to lift the big guy with a double suplex. Nick takes the time to roll out of the ring after that and heads to the commentary table and politely ask Jaime for her chair which is reluctantly given up and Sanders takes the weapon back in the ring.

AW: Nick Sanders has had enough mat wrestling, it seems. He's ready to get hardcore!

JL: You could at least give me your chair like a gentleman! Geez!

AW: I need to be comfortable to call this action! TWrecks is living up to his name despite the best efforts of all three men trying to combat him. Now we're going to see what happens when weapons are brought against the big man!

Back in the ring, it’s Eric that takes the chair first from Nick as he is getting up, knocking him through the middle ropes and to the floor. Next up is Powell, who tries to catch it but catches a foot to the gut to break his grip and that take the chair across his back. Nick turns on his heels, hearing T getting back to his feet and swings for the fences, but Wrecks is able to punch the chair clear out of his hands, a sick grin on the big man’s face before he wraps his arms around Nick’s torso and lifts him up with a thundering belly to belly suplex. Wrecks grabs the chair and starts hammering Sanders over and over on the mat, hitting every part of his body with the weapon, holding the chair up in the air to a chorus of boos. He turns his attention to Powell who’s grabbing the ropes to steady himself before TWrecks falls flat on his face! Eric Donavan grabs his legs from outside the ring and pulls the big man out, seeing him as the one with the chair! T comes out with the chair still in his hand but it doesn’t stay long as Eric fires off a headbutt of his own to daze the big man, a second one right on the bridge of Wrecks’ nose causing him to drop the chair and Eric grabs it, raising it in the air and slamming it hard against the big man’s skull! The sickening thud echos in the arena and the crowd is eating it up, backing T up a few steps but still on his feet until Eric steps up to him and grabs his right leg, lifting it up and wrapping his other arm around T and lifting him up to the amazement of the crowd and slamming him backwards with the Red Dragon Suplex straight through the announce table! Luckily for Jaime she was already on her feet and managed to get out of the way, but not so lucky was Adam Wilson who toppled over in his chair from the crash. Back in the ring, Cameron sees his chance with Nick covered in chair welts and sprints to the top rope, taking a moment to survey the damage on the outside before leaping in the air and crashing down on Sanders with his Eclipse (Shooting Star Senton)! He goes for the cover and the camera pans to Eric who’s crawling out of the ruble, but isn’t able to break up the ensuing three count!

JL: Cameron Powell has just defeated Nick Sanders to win the Circle City Championship!

AW: I missed it! I was nearly crushed under the monstrous display of strength from Eric Donavan over TWrecks!

JL: Should have given up your chair! All I know is that Nick Sanders is out! TWrecks is finally down! Cameron Powell is the Circle City Champion! And Eric Dovanan is one disappointed former champion!

WINNER AND NEW CIRCLE CITY CHAMPION
CAMERON POWELL


Cameron is presented with his championship and the young competitor can't believe it. He hugs it close to his chest and raises it high in the air. Outside the ring, Donavan slams his hands on the apron and turns to survey his damage to TWrecks, a small consolation prize for the evening but not enough to off-set the championship loss.




Jack Santore and Lexie are strolling backstage, possibly talking about their upcoming matches.

Skylar Rayner: : “Guys!”

The pair stops, turning around and seeing Skylar waving her hand from the opposite side of the hallway. The blonde interviewer quickens the pace to catch up with them-

Skylar Rayner: : “Jack, Lexie! Big night for both of you, huh?”

They both nod.

Skylar Rayner: : “Sounds like the perfect chance for a double interview to me!”

Her idea catches them both off guard. They exchange a perplexed look, but before they can even say yes or no, she was already asking the first question.

Skylar Rayner: : “Lexie, you look in great shape tonight… Ready to end this rivalry with Rebecca Dawson?”

Lexie looks off at the mention of her now most hated of colleagues, Rebecca, and nods.

Lexie: Of course. Kate and myself are far more talented than Jill and that obsessed witch, Bex. She can try to “enhance” certain parts of her body but it doesn't improve her ability in the ring with the extra, shall we say, airbags. Whereas Jill's mutism on social media doesn't have me worried either. Kate and I trained long on Monday. We've got a game plan for tonight. So being ready is rather moot. I'd say we're over prepared.

Sky nods at her.

Skylar Rayner: : “You sound rather sure that you’ll be successful. There’s a thin line between confidence and overconfidence, and while one can definitely be a boost, the other can be extremely dangerous… Don’t you think you’re underestimating your opponents?”

Lexie: I know what they're capable of. Being afraid and being informed of danger is two different things. The prom Queens haven't let me win in SCP because they always pull some trick or some cheap move to get ahead. When they don't, I win. That's the facts. They ran frightened when Kate showed up. Jack was telling me that I will finally get that sweet vindication tonight. And he's right...on this rare occasion…

She turns her attention to Santore now.Jack gives a quick shake of his head, directed at Lexie before he turns his attention back to the interview.

Skylar Rayner: : “Jack, later tonight you put your Motor City Championship up for grabs against Adam Webb, in a rematch of what went down a few weeks ago in Detroit. That was a close match!”

Jack Santore: It was. It was actually a match that I'm really proud of. Me and Adam beat the holy hell out of each other. It's exactly what I expect will happen again tonight.

Jack gives an emphatic nod as he displays confidence, especially in he and Adam’s abilities to have great matches.

Skylar Rayner: : “The ending of said match left the fans with more than a question. What if Adam decided to take advantage of that exposed turnbuckle? And what if the occasion presents again tonight? Is he going to play it fair again or coming that close and failing can lead him to take some shortcuts this time?”

Jack looks slightly irritated at the notion that Adam may resort to cheating. But in the back of his mind he's also unsure. What if Adam takes a shortcut?

Jack Santore: I really doubt it. It's why I gave Adam another shot and lobbied for him to get it. He's a stand up guy and doesn't resort to taking shortcuts like that. I have no doubt in my mind that we'll have a clean match. I mean, we'll beat the crap out of one another. But there won't be any underhanded B.S.

She smiles, nodding with emphasis.

Skylar Rayner: : “Yeah he’s a good dude, i don’t think he’s actually able to cheat.. The same can’t be said about your opponents Lexie…”

Lexie’s lips purse off to the side as she shrugs.

Lexie: They can't not cheat. Compulsive cheaters.

Lexie then turns to Jack and gestures towards his title.

Lexie: Make sure you keep that, though.

In a sort of serious, suggestive tone. Jack scoffs as he turns his attention to Lexie.

Jack Santore: Just cause I have a lot of respect for Adam doesn't mean that I'm going to just let him beat me. The match will be another classic, but the result will be the same. I'll wake up with this in the night stand next to me tomorrow morning.

Jack shows off his confidence, directing it at Lexie.

Jack Santore: While we're talking about one another's matches, I'm pretty sick of Bex. Shut her up once and for all, please.

Lexie: I will because I want to..

Lexie quips back to Jack assertively as she debuted a few strands of black hair in her blonde locks stemming from her ponytail Sky glances at Jack, then at Lexie and once again back at the Motor City Champion.

Skylar Rayner: : “Guys, I’m gonna ask this straight away. Are you two…”

She’s interrupted by Jack who shakes his head with a dismissive smile.

Jack: No, Sky. I'm not really sure where these rumors keep coming from. But, no. Lexie is just a good friend of mine.

He looks at Lexie with a polite nod.

Lexie: So you're friendzoning me?

Lexie says and then cuts off Jack's reply.

Lexie: No, it's fine. It's fine.

Lexie says sort of dragging Jack by the arm in a couple fashion away to get something to eat before their upcoming matches.Sky blinks twice at the camera, shrugging her shoulders.

Skylar Rayner: : “That’s not what I wanted to ask though… Anyway, back to you at ringside guys!”




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GRUDGE MATCH
Tag Team Match
LEXIE & CALI-KATE V. REBECCA DAWSON & JILL PARK


JL: Now it's time for a match that has been a long time coming! Lexie and Rebecca Dawson have had their issues since the dawn of time, it seems. With the inclusion of Jill Park, they've gotten a bit big for their britches and started pushing around Cali-Kate. That resulted in an alliance to put an end to this Mean Girls routine.

AW: That's the hope of Lexie and Cali-Kate, but the partnership of Dawson and Park has proven near unstoppable at times.

The match starts with Lexie standing in the ring demanding for Rebecca to join her, but Jill refuses to and soon regrets that decision as Lexie charges her and tackles her to the mat, grabbing her head and slamming it against the mat over and over until the referee has to step in. Lexie gets up and points at Dawson, screaming something at her as Park starts to get up. Lexie goes back to Jill but takes a thumb to the eye for her trouble and a knee lift, followed by a swinging neckbreaker. With Lexie down, Rebecca asks for the tag and gets in, stepping inside and walking over to Lexie, kicking the side of her head arrogantly. Bex turns to Kate on the apron and just points at Lexie, saying that’s what she gets. Turning back to Lexie, who’s getting up to her feet, Dawson grabs her hair and runs her into the top rope bouncing her throat against the cable and seeing her blonde hair snap back against the apron. Rebecca grabs Lexie by the hair again and lifts her up, connecting with a knee lift followed by a spinning forearm smash to Lexie, knocking her back in Dawson’s corner. Rebecca grabs the top rope and lifts her foot up in Lexie’s throat, choking her out until the referee counts to four. Rebecca breaks and walks over to Kate, saying more vicious things to prompt Kate to enter the ring, distracting the referee from Jill choking Lexie with the tag rope in the opposite corner.

AW: There you see the ingenuity of Dawson and Park on display. Like it or not, they know how to play their opponent's emotions against them.

JL: I can't disagree with their results, but I can disagree with the method! Disrespectful and tasteless!

Kate is finally back on the apron but the damage has been done to her partner, Dawson pulling Lexie out of the corner and lifting her up and dropping her with the High Society, pinning her but the fall is broken up by Kate to the roar of the Cleveland crowd. Rebecca heads to her corner and tags in Jill, the two of them heading to Lexie and picking her up, Jill holding her as Rebecca hits the ropes and comes back for a big boot, but Lexie pulls Jill in the way! The crowd cheers as Lexie rolls under Rebecca’s clothesline attempt and tags in Kate who hits the ring like the house of fire, hitting a dropkick to Dawson, hurricananna to Jill, Hip Attack knocks Dawsome down to the mat, Jill tries grabbing Kate and is dropped on her head with a DDT. Rebecca grabs Kate from behind but she’s hit with a spear from Lexie, who starts hammering down on Becca, Dawson rolling over and the two topple out of the ring as Jill gets to her feet and is doubled over by a kick to the midsection from Kate who hooks her arms behind her and lifts her up into the Starstruck - Inverted Double Underhook Facebuster! Jill is flat on her back as Kate hooks both legs and gets the three count!

JL: Vengeance from Cali-Kate and Lexie!

AW: A dominating display from Cali-Kate to finish off Jill Park in the final moments of this match, but Lexie and Rebecca Dawson are still going at it!

WINNERS: LEXIE & CALI-KATE


Cali-Kate's arm is raised before the referee realizing that Lexie and Rebecca Dawson are still beating the bejeezus out of one another at ringside. He bolts from the ring and Cali-Kate is right behind him. She gets a hold of her tag team partner, talking Lexie down as the official physically restrains the hellcat that is Rebecca Dawson.




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Ignition Episode 17 comes to live tomorrow! Check out the card now!




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ROCK N ROLL CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
15-Minute Invitational
ASSIGNED OFFICIAL: AARON GRESHAM
All title wins within the 15-minute time frame will be official.
CECE DURDEN V. CHILLY BLACK V. FALLON REID V. LYRA LEVEUX-DONAVAN V. VEEKA MANNS V. ZAKKY "WILDFIRE" DAWSON V. TYRELL DAVIDSON V. DARLIN' CLEMENTINE V. "THE PYRO WARRIOR" NICKY STONE V. THE CAMPOS BROS. V. SAMOAN TOMAS


AW: What a clusterfuck this is sure to be!

JL: Whoa! Hey!

AW: Of course it is, Jaime! Debuting the Rock 'N Roll City Championship in a 15-minute scramble? The damn Campos Brothers invited themselves in the match and who the hell is that Samoan guy?

JL: I believe that's Samoan Tomas. Not sure where he came from.

At the sound of the bell, everyone looks among one another before all hell breaks loose. Bodies are thrown from the ring and other bodies are yanked from the ring by those bodies. Eventually it comes down to fire vs. fire as the Pyro Warrior blindsides Wildfire with a shot to the back of the neck! Nicky Stone tosses Zakky Dawson from the ring and celebrates himself as the lone survivor of a match that is not a battle royal at all. That's when Tyrell Davidson slides into the ring and rolls him up. Stone kicks out before three and makes Davidson pay with a flurry of punches and kicks before laying him out with a stunner. Before Stone can make the cover, Dawson is back in the ring with a huge clothesline that takes both men over the top rope to the floor below. That leaves Tyrell Davidson laid out in the middle of the ring with no one around but referee Aaron Gresham. Aaron looks around at all the ringside brawl, shrugs his shoulders, and covers Davidson! Gresham counts his own pinfall! ONE! TWO! THREE! First-ever Rock 'N Roll City Champion?!

Aaron Gresham wins the Rock 'N Roll City Championship!

AW: What?! I don't think that's legal!

JL: Uh… it's a scramble? The official's call is… um, official!

AW: He counted his own pinfall!

Gresham celebrates his victory by jumping up and down, unaware of Veeka Manns back in the ring. She's not happy. Manns rolls Gresham up from behind and actually forces his hand to count ONE! TWO! THREE! Veeka Manns is now the Rock 'N Roll City Champion?!

New Champion: Veeka Manns

JL: Is THAT legal?

AW: I don't know what the fuck is going on!

Both Danny and Eddie Campos run at the huge Samoan Tomas, clubbing him in the back with a double forearm. Unluckily for The Campos Bros., this does nothing but upset Tomas who slowly turns around and clobbers both veterans with a stiff right and a stiff left, dropping Eddie like a sack of bricks, Tomas then grabs the groggy Danny campos by the head and launches him over the ropes, tossing him like a piece of trash to the outside. The large Samoan then walks up to official Aaron Gresham and let’s him know that Danny is now eliminated. Aaron tries to explain to Tomas that there are no eliminations in this match but Tomas stops him mid-sentence and yells in his face enough to force him to call the elimination.

DANNY CAMPOS IS ELIMINATED!?

AW: Uh, awkward. I think! Why am I pretending this match isn't insane?

Meanwhile, Lyra LeVeux-Donavan and Veeka Manns are going at it in the center of the ring, trading lefts and rights before Donavan catches Veeka across face with a roundhouse kick, dropping her down to one knee. Lyra hit’s the ropes and runs up for her Braindead knee strike but Manns calculates it, rolling out of harm’s way. Just as Donavan gets up to her feet, she’s caught with a Jumping Cutter! Manns takes Lyra out! CeCe Durden gets into the ring and... JUMPING CUTTER! Chilly Black makes his way back into the ring and JUMPING.. No! He pushes her off! Running at her with a clothesline, Veeka ducks it and JUMPING CUTTER! Eddie Campos Springboards off of the top rope and OH MY GOD! A jumping cutter caught mid-air! Manns is going nuts! Nicky Stone finds his way into the ring, escapes a jumping cutter by pushing her off of him. Stone runs up to Veeka and leaps in the air, hitting Veeka with a jumping thrust kick that sends her through the ropes and out of the ring. As he goes out to continue his assault on the current Rock N’ Roll champion, referee Aaron Gresham notices that a completely out of it Lyra is draped over STILL knocked out Tyrell Davidson. He slides in to start the count! ONE! TWO! THREE!!

New Champion: Lyra LeVeux-Donavan

AW: I think Lyra has just held her second title here in the Sixth City. Did she just win by being laid out on Tyrell Davidson?

JL: Scramble rules are in affect. She technically had someone pinned. Aaron Gresham just had to count it to make it official!

Nicky sees this as an opportunity to strike, dumping Veeka into the barricade before sliding back into the ring. Stone wraps his muscular arms around the neck of a still dazed Donavan, locking in The Warrior of Pain (Rear naked choke). Being the fighting champion that she is, Lyra tries to fight back, landing a few good elbows to Nicky’s abdomen but this only forces him to lock his choke in tighter, almost instantly forcing her to pass out!

New Champion: Nicky Stone

AW: The Warrior of Pain proving to be a near deadly hold. Lyra refused to tap out but that was no concern of Nicky Stone who wins the Rock 'N Roll City Championship regardless!

Darlin’ Clementine finally rolls back into the ring, immediately eating a solid right hand that almost sends her back out of the ring. Instead, the strike gives her enough momentum to land a beautiful jumping arm drag to Stone, forcing him to roll out of the ring, turning around and meeting eye to eye with ‘Wildfire’ Zakky Dawson. Nicky and the much larger Dawson have a bit of a back and forth conversation, prompting Nicky to take a step back and try to catch him with an off guard left hand but Zakky catches his hand mid-punch. Before the two can continue, Darlin’ Clementine leaps through the middle rope for a suicide dive double ddt, dumping both Stone and Dawson on their heads. Clem then takes Nicky and rolls him into the ring, hooking his leg for the pinfall! ONE! TWO! THR.. Fallon Reid leaps off of the top rope for a somersault leg drop, clipping Clementine in the back of the neck and breaking the pinfall! Instead of pinning a laid out Clem, Reid leaps onto the STILL knocked out Tyrell Davidson and hooks the leg. ONE! TWO! THREE!

New Champion: Fallon Reid

JL: Whoa! Fallon's first title in the Sixth City!

AW: Now she just has to keep it!

It’s Dawson who rolls into the ring and steps to Fallon, towering over the current Rock N’ Roll Champion. Fallon looks up at Dawson, Zakky looks down at Reid. The two at a standstill. The crowd can feel the fact that neither competitor wants to cause harm to each other, even prompting a bit of boos at the lack of action in the center of the ring. This of course gets put to an end by Nicky Stone who finally makes it back up to his feet, shoving Zakky into Fallon and then throws him out of the ring. Stone then walks over to Reid in the corner, grabbing a handful of hair and dragging her towards the center of the ring. He lifts her to her feet but Fallon shoves him back and shoots for her Superkick! Nicky catches her foot and pulls her in for a stiff forearm to the jaw that drops her down to her knees. Stone then lifts Fallon up, dropping her down with his Crucifix Powerbomb. Nicky then throws her over the laid out Tyrell Davidson and pins them both. ONE! TWO! THREE!

New Champion: Nicky Stone (2x)

AW: Whoa! Nicky Stone, the first ever two-time Rock 'N Roll City Champion!

JL: He's put in a dominating performance tonight! But the clock is still ticking!

Just as Stone gets up to his feet, he’s battered by a massive clothesline from Dawson. Zakky hits the ropes and hits another stiff clothesline that sends Nicky back-first into the canvas. Dawson stalks Stone up to his feet as he turns around into a spinning spinebuster that shakes the ring. Lifting him up to his feet, Zakky shoots for his Backdraft elbow but Stone ducks it! Stone hits the ropes and comes in with a high knee that cracks Dawson upside the temple, forcing him to stagger a bit. Stone then hits the ropes again, coming in with a stiff forearm that forces Zakky to stagger some more, using the ropes to hold him up. Nicky runs the ropes once more, coming in with what looks like a leaping clothesline but gets nailed across the jaw with Dawson’s Backdraft elbow, knocking Stone out cold. Zakky lifts Nicky’s leg, prompting referee Gresham to slide in! ONE! TWO! THREE!

New Champion: Zakky Dawson

JL: Zakky Dawson claims his first title!

AW: And time is almost up!

With 6 seconds left, Zakky looks to be the defining champion of the night.. But wait! What’s this!? Zakky doesn’t realize that Tyrell Davidson has just kipped up to his feet! Davidson wraps his arms around The Wildfire and sends him neck first into the canvas with a bridging German Suplex. 4 SECONDS LEFT! GRESHAM SLIDES IN! ONE! TWO! THREE!

New Champion: Tyrell Davidson

AW: WHAT?!

JL: Tyrell Davidson just won the Rock 'N Roll City Championship and he's high-tailing it outta here!


Davidson grabs up the title from Gresham and he bolts from the ring, fleeing towards the back while frantically waving the championship about excitedly! Fallon crawls into the ring to check on Zakky, a frown on her face as he comes to the realization that his championship moment was just taken from him. Nicky Stone is outside the ring swearing up a storm, screaming at Gresham who tries to explain the logistics of a scramble match but the Pyro Warrior prefers a series of swear words in response that prompts Gresham to cover his ears.




We come backstage where we see Matt Stone walking down the hallway, his own ‘Shut Me Up’ shirt over his wrestling attire and sunglasses blocking the look of annoyance on his eyes as he’s stopped by the resident interviewer here in Sixth City, Jacob Lebeaux.

Jacob: Matt, Matt! Just wanted to get a few words with you in regards to your upcoming Windy City championship match tonight!

Stone stops, albeit for just a moment before he starts walking off again as Jacob follows with the camera, holding out the microphone.

Matt: You want a few words, here you go. Newman loses, new champion.

Matt’s clearly not in the mood to be interviewed right now, but Jacob persists.

Jacob: What about your health?

That question prompted Stone to stop and turn to the interviewer who takes a step back.

Matt: My health? You want to talk about that coward Upskirt Kurt standing on the apron and laughing as Michael Kelly drove his knee in the side of the skull? Kurt is going to get exactly what he deserves tonight and me walking out with his championship will be a secondary benefit of the beating he’s going to get, but as for the man who kneed me himself? I’m actually heading to our General Manager’s office right now to demand a match with that embarrassment of a company spokesman. I’m Matt Stone Jacob and I’m not going to let that slide! You want an exclusive? Follow me then.

Matt takes off again at a brisk pace before he makes it to the door of Chance Allen and knocks, rather loudly, on his door. Chance looks up from his phone and stands from his seat on the couch to greet the unannounced entrance of the Windy City challenger.

Chance Allen: Matt Stone. What do I owe the… pleasure?

That's a question. Both the sentence and the final word.

Matt: Chance, perfect...don’t mind this nerd, he just wanted to tag along. I just wanted to ask you when can I get a match with Kelly? I’ve got a receipt to give him.

Chance Allen: Your… I'm sorry, I must've missed… huh? Did I say you were getting a match with him?

Matt: No, you actually didn’t say anything about his recklessness potentially injuring your top star. Probably too busy with making sure Rhett was happy twenty-four seven, but that’s fine. I just need the date, whether it’s the thirteenth, fourteenth or later. Just need the number on the calendar and I can go take that Windy City title off Newman.

Chance is quiet for a long moment as he considers this. He looks around the room and then shakes his head.

Chance Allen: Uh… you mean… by recklessness, you mean when he used a legal move to help his partner, also his challenger for this title, to win a tag team match? That "recklessness"?

Chance does literal air quotes with his fingers. Matt eyes Chance for a second, clearly not amused by the usage of air quotes.

Matt: Perhaps we should look into what should be considered a legal move then, but that’s something you and Kimmie can look into later. I just want a match with Kelly, you are the person to talk to about that, right?

Chance nods his head, sighing a little.

Chance Allen: Yes. I am the one to talk to, Mr. Stone. The thing here is… Michael Kelly is something is… hm, how do I put this? He's a bit higher up the food chain right now. No disrespect at all! You clearly had an opportunity to step into the ring with him. It ended… um… well, we both know how it ended.

He cringes a little, offering a smile to Matt that surely doesn't go over too well.

Chance Allen: Anyway! What I'm trying to say here is, as the Sixth City Champion he doesn't really accept challenges. Open challenges, that is. I mean, he probably would! But as the general manager, I can't just go throwing my champion into the ring with anyone who wants a match with him. That'd be irresponsible of me! You understand, right?

Matt stands there for a moment, glaring at the general manager before speaking.

Matt: Saying no to me is the most irresponsible thing you’ve ever done.

With that, Matt turned and walked out of the office leaving Jacob to just shrug before awkwardly standing there for a few moments before leaving.




The familiar sound of a Zippo lighter flipped open, the sizzling of tobacco and a deep draw of breath echoes up into the rafters. As the lights slowly dim, the warped bending of steel guitar strings reverberate in the arena. Large billows of smoke escape from under the ring as the melodic “Dark Horse Rider” plays over the sold-out crowd. Johnny Matthews doesn't leave them waiting long, throwing the curtains to each side and stepping out onto the stage.

The brim of Matthews’ Stetson fedora shadows his face, the blacked-out lenses of his Aviators hide his eyes and a hand-rolled cigarette dangles in his lips. He saunters to the ring in Harley¤Davidson Badlands tucked under a pair of bootcut Timberlands with his patch-covered vest over an officially-licensed CWC “American Anarchy” T-shirt. At ringside, he ascends the ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron. He flips ashes about from the cigarette as he hasn't stopped jaw-jacking since his arrival. Ducking through the top and middle ropes, he enters the ring. He crosses the ring and reaches through the ropes, the timekeeper hands him a microphone and he returns to the center of the ring.

“I ain't no bad guy,” Dallas Moore sings as Matthews takes a quick bow in the center of the ring and the music fades. Matthews brings the microphone to his shaded stare.

JOHNNY MATTHEWS: “You know,” Matthews begins, “I was going to fucking come down here and challenge anyone participating in American Anarchy for Sixth City Pro; give you heathens here in Cleveland… a possible tournament match before the fact, but,” he shrugs, “there's only one official entrant and she has her hands full tonight. Sam is also my largest bet tonight so,” his eyebrows go up high, “that changes things. See, now I am here to protect my financial interests and, ‘Bobby’,” he smirks, “I'm only going to say this once, regardless as to how things go down, no hard feelings, Man.”

The cigarette glows bright cherry-red as Matthews takes one last drag before spitting it to the canvas and snuffing it, grinding it into the canvas under his boot.

JOHNNY MATTHEWS: “I can't tell you heathens enough,” Matthews is right back at it, “I am offering at least fifty grand to whomever eliminates Max Cavanaugh from American Anarchy. I know, I fucking said ‘at least fifty’ and, for those of you too broke to pay attention, I'll break down the dollars,” he rubs his thumb against the inside of his index and middle finger, “I bet that fifty on Sam tonight, the odds are tight and my ass will only win twenty-five grand, but there's a plan. See, I am taking the seventy-five grand payout to Hell Paso tomorrow to make more, but tonight, I won't say it again, ‘Brian’,” he smirks again, “nothing personal, Man.”

The angle goes far left, from over the shoulders of some cheering heathens as Matthews pulls the sunglasses from his face, folds them and hangs them in the neck of his T-shirt. Sweeping over the fans, the focus pulls back in on him until he is locked on everyone watching from their couches.

JOHNNY MATTHEWS: “Thing is,” his emerald greens focused, “I am splitting my winnings, half to Sam and the other half rewarded to whomever eliminates Cavanaugh. That could be one-handed and fifty grand, Man.” He pulls the microphone away to rub his chin before continuing, “On top of that, Sam has a ducking chance to get the whole three-hundred grand by ending him in the second round. If he gets any further than that,” he cuts his thumb across his throat slowly, “yours fucking truly will be there to put a stop to MAX CAVANAUGH! So, ‘Bradley’, in case I haven't mentioned it,” his crooked grin goes ear to ear, demented, but an absolutely serious tone, “your loss is just business, Man.”

That said, Matthews holds the microphone out in front of him, parallel to the floor, and drops it. “Dark Horse Rider” by Dallas Moore hits the speakers and Matthews exits the ring. Starting up the ramp, he hesitates, and goes to the far side of the ring. He hops the barrier and takes a seat in an empty chair in the front row. The music fades and the show goes on.




Backstage, we find the Southern Gentleman, Shane Browne seated on a bench in the locker room, wrapping his wrists in white athletic tape. There’s a darkness in his glare as he sets the athletic tape aside and rests his arms across his knees. He huffs out a breath and turns his head toward the camera, keeping the same posture.

Shane: So…here we are. We at the eleventh hour of this whole deal; and you, Michael Kelly, at the eleventh hour of your lil’ title reign.

He leans back and holds his arms up as if telling someone to calm down.

Shane: Now, hold up. I know what you gon’ say. You gon’ say how you ain’t scared o’ me, and how you certain that you ain’t losin’ that title. But it’s time for you to face facts, Michael. B’cause y’see, I done had your number from the very beginning of this whole go-round! There ain’t a single thing you capable of in that ring that I don’t know ‘bout! There ain’t a single thing you can do in that ring that I ain’t gon’ be ready for!

Shane huffs another breath and holds his arms out as if internally telling himself to focus.

Shane: It ain’t but a few minutes left before we gon’ step into that ring. It ain’t but a few minutes left before I put your ass down like the dog you are and take that there title of your hands! You already done admitted that I’m a big threat to ya; you know exactly what I’m capable of just as much as I know what you all about. S’all right to admit when you scared, Michael. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ scared o’ me. Hell, e’rybody here in SCP is, so you ma as well join ‘em.

A spiteful smirk winds its way across the Texas cowboy’s expression, offering a pointed glance at the camera; obviously directed to Michael Kelly.

Shane: I’m more’n just a challenge, I’m bigger’n any roadblock you done ran through in your career. I’m more’n some measly lil’ obstacle in your way, Michael. I’m a goddamn steel wall, and ain’t nothin’ you got that’ll get through me. So, take what lil’ time ya got left holdin’ that there title and bask in it, relish it, because by the end of the night, it ain’t a damn thing you can do to stop me from runnin’ ya over and takin’ it from ya.

The big cowboy lumbers to his feet, the stern expression from earlier returning to his face, his chest heaving as ragged breaths escape him.

Shane: Y’know, ever since I made myself known to ya, you done talked a big game; talkin’ about how I’m gon’ face insurmountable pain. Hell, boy, I done faced plenty o’ pain in my days, ain’t nothin’ you can do to make it feel any worse than anything else I done already felt. You talk a big game…but here we are…and the time for talkin’ is over. See ya out there, Michael, and I’ll thank ya in advance for givin’ up that title. Much obliged.

With that, the big Texan tips his cowboy hat, the snide smirk returning to his face as he steps out of frame and the feed cuts back to the arena.
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WINDY CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
Singles Match
KURT NEWMAN (C) V. MATT STONE


AW: We have seen a new Circle City champion crowned as well as the debut of the Rock 'N Roll City Championship but now it's time for the Windy City Championship to take center stage.

JL: Kurt Newman's Windy City Championship is on the line against a man who has already defeated him once.

AW: These two have had an interesting relationship since Matt Stone's debut in the Sixth City, most notably awkward exchanges on Twitter.

JL: But perhaps their biggest exchange aside from Stone's victory over Newman was two weeks ago when they were tag team partners.

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Browne gets dropped with a C-c-c-c-combo breaker! Stone scrambles into a cover, hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! Date With Desti-Knee crashes into Stone's skull just before the referee's hand hits the canvas! Kelly shrugs his shoulders and rolls back out of the ring as Newman is doubled over on the apron laughing his ass off at Stone laid out on the canvas. He's so consumed with how funny it is that he doesn't even remember he's Stone's partner until after Browne throws an arm over him and the referee makes the three count. Newman cringes and shouts his apology to Stone, telling his unconscious partner that it was his bad for not breaking the pin up.


Matt Stone is still fuming over the Date with Desti-Knee and Kurt Newman's failure to do anything about it. He's glaring across the ring at the seemingly oblivious champion. The bell sounds and Stone goes right after the champion who proves to be anything but oblivious when he dodges and sends Stone chest first into the turnbuckle! Newman immediately starts ramming Stone's face into the top turnbuckle over and over and over until he slumps down and gets a few slams into the middle turnbuckle. Stone slumps down further and Newman backs up to dropkick him face-first into the bottom turnbuckle! He drags Stone into the middle of the ring for a cover but only finds two. Newman locks in a side headlock and noggies Stone's head, causing the challenger to get red-faced and aggravated. He fights up to one knee before Newman drives his hip upside his head! A couple more hip shots connect and Newman hits the ropes, missing a flying hip attack as Stone rolls aside! Stone pops up to his feet and charges with S-T-Owned! He immediately covers but Newman kicks out a two! Stone takes over control with a mount and a flurry of closed fists that rock the champion. He rips Newman to his feet and looks for Newman's own finisher (BAD Finisher as Stone calls his technique of robbing his opponent of their finisher) but Newman battles his way out. He twists up Stone's arm and drops him with Foot in Mouth!

JL: Champion and challenger are both down!

AW: The proverbial pivotal moment! Neither man needs to be the first to his feet, but just crawling over into a cover could get the job done.

JL: Stone is stirring!

Stone throws an arm over Newman but the champion throws his shoulder up just before the three. Stone slaps on a sleeper hold, looking to wear down the champion but Newman still has fight left in him. The challenger clubs him hard on the back of the neck and he goes back down for the hold to be locked in tighter. When Stone starts feeling cocky with some trash talk and returns the noogie, that's when Newman comes alive and barrels Stone back into the corner and crushes him in the turnbuckle! Newman batters Stone with back elbows and then races to the opposite turnbuckle, rebounding with a Flying Ass Hole! Newman pulls Stone out of the corner and looks ready to end it when Stone scores with a thumb right to the eye! The referee checks on Newman and that's when Stone strikes with running knee to Newman's lowered head! Laughing exaggeratedly and with no humor whatsoever, Stone asks Newman how it feels to be laughed at. Stone hits the ropes and comes back with a C-c-c-combo Breaker-NO! Newman catches him and throws him off. Stone lands on his feet and gets slapped in the ears by Newman! He snatches Stone up and delivers No Pussy Blue! Newman makes the cover but Stone gets his foot on the rope at the last possible second!

AW: Whoa! Stone just saved his Windy City title dreams with great positioning!

JL: I have to admit that I'm impressed with Stone's resilience! Newman has thrown everything he has at him.

AW: Stone is a man with a lot to prove tonight. He was shot down by Chance Allen for a match with Michael Kelly. He's been a running gag for Kurt Newman for weeks now. If he loses tonight, it might finally shut him up and we both know that would devastate him!

Newman drags Stone from the ropes and makes another cover but this time Stone kicks out at two and a half. Newman pulls Stone up, trying for it again but he manages to slip out of the hold. Stone takes Newman out at the knee and then wrenches him back with a reverse DDT! He makes a quick cover but Newman fights off his shoulders. Stone draws Newman up while trash talking in his face and delivering a couple slaps. Newman responds with a forearm smash to the mouth! He downs Stone with a series of clotheslines and then catches him with back suplex! Newman pulls out the imaginary grenade from his pants and places it on Stone's chest. Newman hits the ropes and Stone pops up with a MLG 360 Scope! Stone stumbles back into the corner and he sees his moment before him. Newman is getting to his feet groggily. Stone bursts out of the corner with a C-c-c-comb Breaker! Stone makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! New champ!

AW: I don't believe it! I mean, I do believe it but i don't believe it! Matt Stone just won the Windy City Championship!

JL: I'm… I'm stunned!

WINNER AND NEW WINDY CITY CHAMPION
MATT STONE


Stone is presented with his championship to a chorus of boos that he couldn't be more oblivious to! He kisses the championship repeatedly and celebrates on all four corners of the ring, unfazed by all of the boos and disappointment being rained down on him. He concludes by thrusting the title in the face of a barely conscious Kurt Newman and going overboard pointing and laughing at him. The laughter continues as Stone heads towards the back, instead pointing and laughing at all the fans in attendance that continue to hate on his championship victory.




The camera cut to the backstage area, where Adam Webb is sitting on the steps leading to the stage. He’s in his ring gear and a zip up black hoodie with the hood up.

Adam Webb: Tonight I have the chance to right something that went wrong for me. Jack was nice enough to give me the opportunity to face him again for the Motor City Championship. The first time it was an instant classic but I flinched and missed my chance to end the match and win the championship.

Webb shakes his head and lets out a small sigh.

Adam Webb: You know, I’ve replayed that moment over and over in my head and even on tape… It’s kind of a haunting moment really. That would have been my first championship win in my career and I flinched. It left me playing the what if game… What if I did this differently, what if I had done that? I had a few sleepless nights just questioning what I could have done in that match. I’ve had multiple people tell me how it happens and that I still did the right thing in the match but no matter what they say, they weren’t the ones that left empty handed, I was. So as much as I appreciated the advice and support, it basically fell on deaf ears since all I could focus on was missing my chance.

He bites at his bottom lip and slightly looks to the camera.

Adam Webb: Tonight, I’m not going to flinch, tonight I’m not going to be left playing the what if game and I’m going to walk out as the Motor City Champion.

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[PREVIOUSLY RECORDED]

The tron cuts to a still frame of Sixth City Pro Champion, Michael Kelly holding his title up with pride. As the frame starts to fade out, we can hear what sounds like humming slowly fade into the back screen, transitioning to a shot of Michael sitting down on a folding chair in RAWGRAPS Gym. Donning his hair slicked back in a ponytail, black basketball shorts, and a heather gray "Adalynn Duncan" T-Shirt, MK sits back with his large gold belt in his lap, proudly tossing it onto his shoulder as he stares down the lens of the camera.

Michael: If this is my last match as the first ever Sixth City Champion... Then so be it. It was worth it all. You know, I'm a realistic person. I know that title reigns don't last forever, so as a champion you have to try your hardest, you have to do your best to leave the company in better shape than it was when you found it. With all the talent in the back working their tail off to get to the top and the rumors of even bigger names joining the fray, I'd like to say that I've done that. Now just because I'm a realist and look at things from a realistic perspective doesn't mean that I'm sitting here admitting defeat because when I step in that ring, it don't matter who the heck I'm stepping in there with, their getting 100% of me even if I'm not at 100% myself. So, Southern Gentleman...

MK pops up to his feet, kicking the chair back as he stands tall, towering over the cameraman. With the snap of his fingers, his nonchalant attitude and demeanor turn into one much more serious as he looks on with a scowl. Michael's deep breaths can be heard for a few seconds before going absolutely radio silent for a second until the sounds of him scratching at his beard fill the up the silence.

Michael: Let me tell you a little something Mr. Browne. You may have gotten the best of me a handful of times. You may have proven yourself to be a threat. You may think that you're ready for me... but you're not. The fact of the matter is, you haven't wrestled me and anyone who's ever stepped in the ring with me can tell you that when we stand face to face in that squared circle, I'm not one to play around. You throw my title, the same title that I've bled for, worked day in and day out to keep, well brother you're in a water with a shark. And I. Smell. Blood.

His mouth starts to curl up, slowly forming a smirk on his face. That same cocky, sadistic smirk that Michael had recently strayed from, choosing a respectful and downright nicer way of acting and presenting himself.

Michael: So tonight, it's not me that should be afraid of you, it's you that should be afraid of me. So it was etched in stone and written in the sands in time, your Date With Desti-knee... Is tonight.

There's a lasting shot of Michael turning around and walking away as we get a slow fade back into the action.




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MOTOR CITY CHAMPIONSHIP
Singles Match
JACK SANTORE V. ADAM WEBB


AW: Round two for the Motor City Championship. Jack Santore is the first and only Motor City Champion. After a successful defense against Adam Webb, Santore offered a second chance.

JL: Out of respect! Adam brought the fight to Jack and when presented with an opportunity to cheat and claim the title for himself, Adam had too much pride and respect to go that route. Very admirable and worthy of this second opportunity.

AW: I think Jack just knows he can beat Webb and wanted an easy outing tonight.

AW: You would think that way!

The Motor City Championship match begins as two highly popular fan favorites shake hands in the middle of the ring. The challenger Adam Webb locks up with the champion Jack Santore and Jack quickly takes the advantage. Santore immediately starts delivering high impact offense and he hits Webb with an overhead belly to belly suplex. He follows that up with a fall away slam as early on Santore dominates his challenger. Jack's dominance continues as he Irish whips Adam Webb into the turnbuckle. Webb tries fighting out of it but Jack Santore gets the advantage again with stiff elbows. He slings Adam around and tries to German suplex him. Adam Webb grabs the toppad to stop him but Jack’s strength finally executes the suplex but the turnbuckle cover goes flying into the crowd exposing the steel rod. Jack pins Adam but only gets a two count. The contest continues as Santore is still in control. Jack goes for a step up enziguri but Webb avoids it and counters with The Punch Line! He follows up with quick strike kicks then a slingblade and covers Jack! Santore kicks out at two! Webb uncharacteristically argues with the referee. Adam Webb keeps the pressure on the Motor City Champion and goes back to the kicks. Santore tries the enziguri again but Webb counters Santore and locks in the Nachos Bel Grande! He has Jack dead center in the ring. Somehow Santore is able to fight to the ropes for the clean break!

AW: Webb's gotta be careful not to let frustration build. The Punch Line didn't keep Santore down, nor did Nachos Bel Grande find success but this thing ain't over until it's over.

JL: The clean break in the ropes is always great to see between competitors. Frustration might be building, but Webb still has respect and I appreciate that!

Webb’s playful shrugs and smiles that drives the female fans crazy are nonexistent in the match as he is all business and frustrated that he can't finish off Jack. Webb is on the apron looking for his Springboard Forearm. He leaps but Jack catches him and delivers the Slingin Slam!! He covers Webb…..BUT WEBB KICKS OUT! Adam kicks out on instinct as Santore can't believe it! Jack hooks Adam’s head and goes for the Queen’s Boulevard. But Webb pushes him into the referee knocking him down. All of a sudden ADAM WEBB LOW BLOWS JACK SANTORE! The crowd looks stunned as then Webb Irish whips Jack into the exposed turnbuckle before smashing his head numerous times into the exposed steel rod! Jack crumples to the mat, bleeding profusely now. The referee who didn't see any of this but is back to his feet. The crowd boos Adam Webb! Webb focused is now on the turnbuckle waiting for Jack. Santore can only get to his knees when Webb delivers Superman’s Cape! He covers Santore for the one two three and wins the Motor City title!

JL: I… I… what?!

AW: Oh my God! Adam Webb has taken his moment! I can't believe my eyes but I commend him!

JL: What did I just see?!

AW: You saw the crowning of a brand new Motor City Champion! All three of the Trios Championships have changed hands tonight!

WINNER AND NEW MOTOR CITY CHAMPION
ADAM WEBB


Webb snatches the championship out of the referee's hand and raises it high into the air to a chorus of boos from the fans. He continues to celebrate his championship moment despite the crowds disapproval as the official checks on a bloodied and barely conscious Santore.




Jacob Lebeaux: I'm here standing outside of the locker room where inside Scotty Latimer is preparing for his match against Rhett Adelson to crown the very first Sixth City Pro North Coast champion. Scotty has been rather quiet besides being on Twitter responding to a few folks including Rhett himself so we are going to try to get a word with him before his match.

Jacob goes to knock but instead is startled as Scotty swung open the door. He looked exhausted and had tape on his left shoulder. It was a Scotty Latimer we hadn't seen in a long time. He wasn't upbeat like he usually is...and he wasn't smiling at all.

Jacob: Scotty you've had some turmoil in your life recently both personally and professionally...the fans want to know

Scotty put his hand up to stop Jacob from going any further.

Scotty: I'm not here to discuss my personal life but I am going to say just one thing. It's very hard to keep personal life from professional life. Because it's very easy for others to influence and make them think they need something more. Unfortunately….that hurt me in the end. But right now...all I am focused on is professional wrestling and cementing a legacy here in Sixth City that myself and others will respect. And if I want that to begin...it has to start tonight here in Cleveland, Ohio.

The fans in the Quicken Loans Arena popped loudly.

Scotty: Ever since the very first episode that went like here 4 months ago….it's been Rhett Adelson and Scotty Latimer at each other's throats...and it's been Rhett being the one that hasn't been affected by it. He's gotten away with everything hasn't he? He's cheated to win...taken verbal and physical shots at me. Yet when I requested a match with him his buddy Chance Allen denied the request. Hell….I was the one threatened with losing my job if I even touched him. And Rhett took advantage of it...he's taken advantage of having friends in high places.

Kim Coulter was right….this is ending so we both move on….I went through a tournament where this Rhett thing hovered over my head. Hell...a pointless investigation happened that kept me on my toes because I was thinking somehow I would come up on the short end and be indefinitely suspended for something I didn't do. It cost me the Sixth City championship Jacob….I really believed it did


Jacob looks confused at Scotty.

Scotty: It's all right there in front of you if you look at it. Out of the final four which one of us had to go through the most. Kelly and Tolson sailed right through Rhett cheated his way into the semi finals….and there I was dealing with all of that turmoil. I honestly believe in my heart that if I didn't have those distractions it wouldn't be Michael Kelly walking around here as Sixth City champion. He wouldn't have beaten me in the semis. But he didn't have distractions during the tournament did he Jacob. No….he was focused and used his tremendous ability to win it all.

But tonight all of that is in the past. Tonight Rhett Adelson won't be able to run or hide anymore. History is on the line and the final wave for you is coming Rhett...and then I will become the inaugural North Coast champion. No matter what after tonight finally both of us can move on. Thank you Jacob.


Scotty walks away as Jacob stands there as the scene fades to black.




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NORTH COAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Singles Match
RHETT ADELSON V. SCOTTY LATIMER


AW: By order of owner Kim Coulter this match will see the end of things between Scotty Latimer and Rhett Adelson. But it will also see the beginning of one of their singles career as we crown the first-ever North Coast Champion.

JL: A brand new title that will see one of these men put this whole rivalry to rest and advance their career at the same time. The winner of this truly will take it all home.

The match starts off with a much different Scotty Latimer than we’re used to seeing, attacking Rhett right from the sound of the bell backing Adelson into the corner to cover up and wait for the rope break. Scotty lands a few hard shots up to the four count and Rhett drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope to catch a breather, but Scotty is right out after him chasing him around the ring. Rhett gets to the other side before rolling into the ring, Scotty following into an ambush as Rhett drops a knee to the back of Scotty’s head. Rhett stays on the offensive by grabbing Scotty’s head in a front facelock, looking to control the bigger man but Scotty grabs the nearby ropes to prompt a break, but waits to the two count before powering his way out on his own, catching Rhett by surprise and dropping him with a straight roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Scotty doesn’t go for the cover, instead looks to dish out more damage by mounting Rhett and hammering down on him with right hands, looking for blood early on but gets nothing but a four count before the referee has to forcefully pull Scotty off. Rhett starts crawling away but Latimer is right there on him, grabbing his foot but Adelson rolls on his back and catching Scotty with a swift kick to the jaw, stunning him and pulling him down for an inside cradle, getting a two count. Both men to their feet, Rhett dashing at Scotty and leaping up, grabbing his head and dropping him with a sling blade, Scotty slowly gets up right into a superkick that knocks him back into the ropes and stumbling forward into a pele kick from Rhett, knocking Latimer down and potentially out for the cover, but Scotty kicks out at two!

AW: We're seeing a more vicious Scotty Latimer and you have to wonder if his personal life isn't playing a factor into that.

JL: Potentially. But let's not forget that havoc that Rhett has caused for Scotty's professional life. There is plenty of motivation for Scotty to be this aggressive after waiting so long to get his hands on Rhett. This has been a long time coming!

Rhett seems annoyed and grabs Scotty, who pushes him back and doubles Rhett over with a toe kick, pulling him into a front chancery before lifting him up and dropping him straight down into a brainbuster. Scotty calls for Adelson to get up and hits the ropes, springboarding off and, as if to one up his opponent, drops him with a springboard sling blade! The crowd is getting behind Scotty as he once again calls for Rhett to get up and hits the ropes, rebounding back but doesn’t expect Rhett to step into him with a rolling leg lock, floating over the now prone Scotty and locking in the Labell Lock! The crowd gasps as Rhett pulls back as hard as he can, trying to force Scotty to tap out. Latimer tries to drag the pair of them towards the ropes, Rhett spotting this and puts his foot up against the bottom rope and rolls backwards, keeping the hold locked in to get Scotty right into the center of the ring! Reaching out towards the ropes, Scotty sees that he’s far too far and screams out in pain from the crippling hold. Scotty powers through, getting up to one knee and grabs Rhett who seems shocked before he’s dropped down in a sidewalk slam, the hold being broken and both men are prone on the mat. The referee starts counting them both down, Rhett getting to his knees first, grabbing the middle rope for support before the crowd starts roaring and Scotty comes seemingly out of nowhere into the screen and hits a V Trigger knee strike on Rhett, knocking him loopy and on his back. Rather than go for the cover, Scotty gets out on the apron and starts climbing to the top, holding his shoulder but going for his Magiranger (Top Rope Frog Splash Elbow Drop), hitting it bad arm and all and hooks Rhett’s legs through the pain, getting the three count!

JL: Scotty has done it! First-ever North Coast Champion and by defeating Rhett Adelson of all people! What a night for him!

AW: That has to feel good for Scotty after everything, but Rhett made him work for it!

WINNER AND FIRST-EVER NORTH COAST CHAMPION
SCOTTY LATIMER


Scotty celebrates with his newly won North Coast Championship as Rhett rolls from the ring with a scowl on his face. He glares at Scotty and jumps back on the apron, only for the referee to get in his way. Rhett growls in frustration, waving off Scotty and storming towards the back.




"Billy Danielson. Tell me...what's your end game here?"

Samantha Tolson sits in her locker room, dressed and ready to go, a lavender "Pretty Little Hate Machine" t-shirt over her navy blue singlet. Her protective mask, the one for her broken nose, sits on the bench beside her.

"Out of all the people you could have pestered and annoyed, you chose me? Why is that Billy? What reasoning did you have to try and hitch your wagon to mine?"

"Was it because you saw that I'm better than you? Did you figure that you could maybe try and steal a little shine from me by sticking your nose in my business?"

"Or was it simply because you thought you saw an easy target?"

Samantha smirks, a wicked grin on her face.

"The real bottom line here is that it doesn't matter what you saw, because out there in that ring in just a little bit, you're going to pay for your crimes."

"See, I don't take too kindly to the stunts you've pulled lately, costing me matches and in general being a massive pain in my ass. I have enough issues, enough problems, and enough things to occupy my mind without someone like you jumping on into the fray."

"But you've done just that, haven't you?"

"Well, Billy Boy, that was the single biggest mistake you've made in your career, because I promise you by the time I'm done with you tonight, that career's gonna be made shorter."

"So when you feel this knee..."

Samantha pats her right knee.

"...smacking you upside the head, remember. This isn't my fault Billy. This isn't me doing this to you."

"YOU did this to you, and this is YOUR fault."

"Get Ready, Billy Danielson...can you feel it? Do you hear those fans, clamoring for me to beat you like a government mule?"

"Tonight, they're gonna get exactly what they wanna see, and that's me doing what I do best...making a fool out of idiots like you."

"It's almost time, Billy."

Samantha stands up and grabs her mask, putting it over her face with a snarl.

"Release The Panic."




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GRUDGE MATCH
Singles Match
SAMANTHA TOLSON V. BILLY DANIELSON


AW: Two of the biggest names in the Sixth City are about to collide and many would say this match is set to decide the next challenge for the Sixth City Championship.

JL: I would have to agree. Tolson was in the finals to crown the first-ever champion. Billy Danielson has seen himself as the rightful successor to Michael Kelly's throne.

AW: Tonight one of these two could make their bid as challenger.

The fans get to their feet for one of the most anticipated contests of the Twelfth. Billy as usual is showing his arrogance by playing to the crowd as Samantha looks focused as she can't wait to get her hands on the self professed Biggest in Sixth City. They lock up and immediately Billy uses his size advantage but Tolson quickly reverses the tide and uses her speed to take Billy down. Billy rolls to the outside in shock as Samantha blows him a kiss then gives him the sign of “this close”. Back in the ring Samantha catches Billy with stiff kicks then transitions him to an armbar...yet she can't extend the arm and Billy shows his strength by lifting her up and powerbombing her to break the hold! He follows up with a senton splash that takes the air out of the lighter Tolson and is now in control. Billy controls the match and then starts taking advantage of this being a grudge match. He chokes Tolson using the ropes then throws her to the outside and tosses her into the steps then exploder suplexes her into the guardrail!

AW: Good Lord! Billy Danielson has no love loss for Tolson! Launching her carelessly into the the guardrail!

JL: He better be careful to not get himself counted out.

Back in the ring Danielson’s arrogance being in control is at an all time high. He covers Tolson but she kicks out at two. Billy gives the signal for the Chicago Blackout. Tolson gets up...he goes for it...but he misses! Tolson gets a rush of adrenaline and BAM A KNEE STRIKE. Danielson looks like he just lost a tooth! Samantha continues to get the better of Billy after she took over. More stiff kicks...even manages to deliver a belly to belly suplex! She now gets into the grudge mindset as she chokes him with the ropes! Billy rolls to the outside to get away and kill the momentum. But Samantha takes to the top...Oda a México!! Yet she wipes out as well and both are down. Billy seems to have hit his head as Tolson seems to have connected her head on his knee. The referee starts the 10 count. Around 6 Tolson starts moving but Billy grabs her leg and pulls her down. Samantha fights Billy off but the referee counts 10 and rings the bell before she could get back in the ring.

JL: What the heck? A double count-out?

AW: A double count-out! Billy Danielson couldn't get himself back up before the ten, but he made sure Tolson didn't either!

JL: Just what I'd expect from Billy!

AW: If you mean the wherewithal not to lose, I agree!

WINNER: NO CONTEST


Tolson gets into the ring and argues with the referee about the decision but he refuses to relent. Billy slides in and nails her with Chicago Blackout! He stumbles back into the ropes and glares at her as the crowd boos him. He rolls out of the ring and heads towards the back with Tolson lying motionless on the mat.




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The cameras head backstage to the men's locker room where not a soul is in sight. The reigning Rock 'N Roll City Champion Tyrell Davidson peeks his head inside and breathes a sigh of relief. He darts inside with his championship belt hanging proudly over his shoulder and he starts hurriedly emptying his locker contents into a bag.

AW: It's TyOak! The Rock 'N Roll City Champion looks to be in the process of making his great escape! Remember that the championship is in jeopardy every moment they're in the arena.

During this time, Zakky Dawson slips into the locker room with an official following close behind. Zakky ensures that the official is ready and he runs Davidson face-first into the locker with a loud CLANG! Dawson completes things with a spinning spinebuster onto the locker room floor!

JL: Zakky Dawson is there! Looks like he didn't take kindly to Davidson snatching the gold out from under him!

As Zakky goes to make the cover, he's sent flying head-first into the lockers! Standing behind him is Rhett Adelson fresh from the showers. He's even still got a towel wrapped around his waist! He eyes the situation and rushes over, banging Zakky's cranium into the locker over and over again until the Wildfire is nothing but a smolder with a glazed over look in his eyes. That's when Rhett dives onto the laid out Tyrell Davidson and yells at the referee to count!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

AW: Oh my God! Rhett Adelson has just won the Rock 'N Roll City Championship!

JL: Talk about right place, right time!

The dejected expression on Rhett's face from earlier transforms into one of elation as he snatches up the fallen Rock 'N Roll City Championship! It only takes a moment before he realizes the danger he's in. He rushes to his locker and throws all of his things into a bag, rushing out the door still in his towel!

AW: Rhett has just won his first title here in the Sixth City and it looks like he's getting the hell out of dodge in a hurry!

JL: He better be careful! It's a cold night here in Cleveland!

AW: But it's a hot one here inside the Quicken Loans Arena. Thanks for that segue, Jaime!




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MAIN-EVENT
SIXTH CITY CHAMPIONSHIP

Singles Match
MICHAEL KELLY (C) V. SHANE BROWNE


AW: The biggest prize in the Sixth City is on the line and perhaps no one has earned this opportunity more than Shane Browne. He has fought and proved himself as a legit threat to the champion.

JL: I can agree with that, but at the same time no one has earned the championship more than Michael Kelly. He outlasted some of the best here in the Sixth City. He’s faced some of the biggest special challenges. He’s gone out to other companies to represent. He has not shied away from competition and that includes the threat Shane Browne has brought to the title.

AW: A threat so severe that general manager Chance Allen put a no contact clause into effect for these two men. That clause expires here tonight when they get into the ring together. I can only imagine the carnage that-Oh my God!

The Champ doesn't even get to take off his jacket or championship before Browne is all over him with lefts and rights, clubbing him across his face and back. Michael gives Shane a shove and reciprocates his opponent's strikes, both wrestlers swinging before the fences before the match even starts!

JL: The bell hasn't even rung and Browne is all over the champion! But Michael Kelly isn't one to be pushed around!

The official signals for the bell but neither party is letting up as the strikes keep picking up on both speed and strength. Shane has enough of it and forcefully shoves MK back and runs at him, but Kelly catches Browne in the face with a boot that sends him backpedaling toward the ropes. Michael then points at him, setting up for the early finish as he runs in for DATE WITH.. and Browne runs right up to him with a stiff charging clothesline that flips MK over, falling face-first onto the canvas. Shane hunches over and grabs a massive handful of Michael's hair and pulls him up to his feet but Kelly swipes Browne's hands away, nailing him in the jaw with a leaping forearm before hitting the ropes and running at Shane with what looks like another forearm but The Southern Gentleman catches him midair. Browne powers MK up over his head, showcasing his strength with a military press as he bolts to the opposite side of the ring, tossing him and leaving the champ laid out on the the outside.

AW: This fight is fast and ferocious, just as we suspected it would be! Browne is fighting with an almost carelessness in regard for Kelly's well-being. Not that I'm surprised nor can I fault it!

JL: Browne has zero respect for Kelly as a champion and as a competitor. While I can't say for sure Kelly doesn't share the same viewpoint towards his challenger, Browne is far more transparent in his attitude!

AW: Shane Browne wants to be Sixth City Champion and he'll do that whether Michael Kelly can walk in the morning or not!

Shane steps through the ropes and quickly follows his now crawling opponent, walking alongside him before driving his foot into Kelly's ribs. Browne proceeds to lay in a handful of stomps to Michael's lower back. Browne lifts him up to his feet and tosses MK back-first into the barricade then whips him into the hard point of the apron, running at him with a splash that forces Michael to hunch over. Shane delivers a savage-like knee to MK's gut before breaking the official's ten-count, rolling in and out of the ring. Browne tries to jump back on the offensive but Kelly catches him off-guard, tripping him face first into the hard point of the apron. Michael then reels up to his feet, delivering stiff kicks to the tree trunks of the Southern Gent, making him take a knee before sending a knee lift his way that drops Shane on his hands and knees. Attempting to capitalize on his opponent, Kelly is literally just tossed away by Browne who gets up to his feet and bolts to him with a battering ram of a shoulder tackle that sends the champ crashing into the steel steps. Grimacing in pain, Michael starts to crawl over to the barricade, using it to pull himself up to his feet as Shane Browne comes running in like a freight train... SPEARING KELLY THROUGH THE BARRICADE!! The official steps through the ropes, stopping the count to check and see if both competitors are still able to compete.

AW: Holy Jesus! Shane Browne's hunger for Michael Kelly's destruction knows no bounds! He might cost himself the Sixth City Championship just to destroy Kelly!

JL: It's almost maniacal the way that Browne wants to end Kelly's career! I don't understand it!

After some time it's Shane who makes it up to his feet first and grabs onto Kelly's long locks, dragging his entire body over to the apron, picking him up and tossing him into the ring. Browne then steps into the ring, lifting Michael up and driving him into the canvas with his Longhorn Cattle Driver (Side Death Valley Driver). Shane makes the cover, hooking the leg as the official slides in to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THR..

The referee breaks the count, signaling that MK's foot is on the ropes. The champ still has some fight in him! Browne just shrugs it off and lifts Michael back up to his feet, hoisting him up for yet another Longhorn Cattle Driver, except this time Kelly wiggles out of it, pulling Shane down into a double knee lungblower that has him roll under the bottom rope and outside of the ring. Michael slowly makes it to his feet and begins clapping, prompting the crowd to clap along with him as Browne slowly starts to stir up to his feet. Michael runs to the ropes, bouncing off for a tope con hilo, clearing the ropes entirely as he crashes into Shane, the two of them toppling over on the outside. Kelly rises up to his feet, slowly lifting Browne up and rolling him into the ring. MK then rolls in after him, bringing him to a vertical base and hooking him up into a suplex position. Michael looks for the Desti-knee (suplex lungblower) but a mixture of the earlier stomps to his back and Shane stuffing it prevents it from happening. Instead, Browne lifts Kelly up for a suplex and holds him up there, prompting the fans to begin a chant.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!"

AW: The strength of Shane Browne is absolutely insane!

The Southern Gentleman finally drops back with the suplex and whips Michael around, looking to lock in that Hook 'em crossface! He's got it! Browne has got the submission locked in the center of the ring! Michael has absolutely nowhere to go! Kelly rolls around out of desperation and somehow gets a pinfall out of it.

ONE!

TWO!

Shane has no choice but to release his hold and power his shoulder up before the three. Both competitors slowly make it to their feet, with Michael getting up far quicker than Browne, running at him with the stiff knee strike! Date With Desti-knee connects, instantly sending Shane down to the canvas. Kelly inches towards his downed opponent, hooking a leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE..

Shane Browne gets the shoulder up just in time! Michael Kelly can't believe it, falling back with exhaustion. Michael and Shane both slowly start to make it to their feet, exchanging slaps until they're both at a vertical base staring each other eye to eye. Michael throws a forearm but Shane completely shoves his arm away, grabbing him up and biel throwing him high up in the air, sending Kelly flying across the ring. MK uses the bottom rope of the nearby corner to pull himself away from his opponent as Shane just stalks his opponent, watching him struggle to get to his feet. Just as Kelly makes it up to his feet, Browne runs in and leaps into the air for a corner splash before turning him around and slowly stepping up to the top rope, pulling his groggy opponent up with him. Shane lifts Michael up in position for another Longhorn Cattle Driver and climbs up to a vertical base on the top rope. Kelly still has some fight left in him, forcing stiff elbows into the back of Shane's neck, hopping off of his back and connecting with a high knee to the face that forces him to stumble. MK hooks Browne's arms and leaps off the top rope for an AVALANCHE BLANK SLATE (arm trapped pedigree) that drives the native Texan face first into the canvas.

AW: OH MY GOD! A Blank Slate from the top rope! Shane Browne is dead! He has to be dead!

JL: Michael Kelly might have destroyed his own knees with that move! This is what the Sixth City Championship means to him! He has to get a cover or it's all for nothing!

Michael rolls Shane over and drapes over him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

AW: That does it! Michael Kelly with a hard-fought victory and STILL your Sixth City Champion!

JL: Shane Browne was an absolute beast here tonight and Michael Kelly literally almost killed himself just to hold onto that gold. What deserves a standing ovation if anything tonight does!

WINNER AND STILL SIXTH CITY CHAMPION
MICHAEL KELLY


The crowd stand and cheer the efforts of both men as well as the victory of their respected Sixth City Champion. Michael Kelly is presented with his championship, clutching at his knees with a grimace. He uses the assistance of the official to get to his feet, hobbling to the corner where he celebrates his victory for the fans. He looks up in the stands and standing in the skybox is his long-time friend Adalynn Duncan. She has a smile on her face as she applauds him before giving a thumbs up. Kelly smiles and returns the gesture, raising his championship high into the air to a roar of approval from the Cleveland crowd as the show closes out.

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