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We go to a backstage area of the Commonwealth Stadium to find both members of TNP Inc, Leah and Q, preparing for their match with Midnight Special and talking strategy when they turn and acknowledge the camera.

War Queen Leah: Josh Cherry and Harvey Carbine, collectively known as Midnight Special, seem to think they are greater than they actually are. Ever since they were announced as debuting for Elysium Pro they have gone out of their way to talk trash about TNP Inc. They claim their match tonight will be a ‘night off.’ They say we have ‘no chance’ of winning. They claim they are going to put the final nail in the coffin of TNP Inc. That’s some bold words for two individuals that don’t seem to know anything about us. Just take a look at our history here in Elysium Pro. We came in on our first night and won the Triad Championships. We have taken on and defeated the likes of Enigma Protocol; consisting of now former World Champion Miguel Villalobos and Ryan Gates. We’ve defeated Rob Sharpe and Equinox, collectively known as The Badd Breed. We have taken Cartier and Silk, otherwise known as THOT Chocolate, to their very most limits. Tonight, Midnight Special will be added to the list of tag teams that have fallen to TNP Inc on our route back to the number one contendership to the Tag Team Titles. You can talk all the trash you want, we’ll find out soon enough just how much of that lip you can back up in the ring. Ain’t that right, Q?

The attention is brought over to Q who is looking down at her fingernails. She looks up at the camera and just shrugs her shoulders.

Q: It’s whatever.

War Queen Leah: What do you mean it’s whatever? How about you get your head in the game?

Q: It is in the game. Look I’m a shit talker as much as anyone; if not more. The reality of the situation is I’m not paid to come here and talk. I’m here to show up, drop some geriatric fuck on his neck and walk away with my pay day. To be quite honest, I’m more preoccupied to see who walks out with the straps between Brew Collar and THOT Chocolate tonight. I mean, that’s where the real money is, right? In the meantime just tee these two doofs up and Ya girl Q will do exactly what she always does… Q things.

Q folds her arms in front of her and just stares back at Leah.

War Queen Leah: Midnight Special… ya’ll gonna find out real quick that TNP Inc. is far from having any night off for you. Now let’s go do this.

TNP Inc. collectively walk out of the shot as the scene cuts to the Elysium logo.

SPLASSSSSSH!

Water hits the camera at a rapid pace. It starts to slowly fall off of the lens to reveal Sean Isaac Leonard Kennedy at the bottom of a huge water slide, having crashed down into the water at a fast pace. He’s in a pair of purple silk swim trunks (obviously) and has a huge smile on his face. The jubilant screams of Cartier can be heard as she waits on the other side of the water slide’s barrier, cheering her partner on. She’s killing the world in a two piece suit but she also has a chocolate ice cream cone in hand – which is probably why she didn’t join him on the slide.

Cartier: God Damn SILKY! You flew down that hoe!

SILK is now up and greets her, grabbing a towel from the Louis Vuitton beach bag Cartier has.

SILK: Thought my brain was gon’ come outta the soles of my feet. Who woulda thought Canada had this kinda cool shit?

The camera pans around quickly to show us that they are currently at the water pro inside of the world famous West Edmonton Mall. SILK throws on a pit of Fendi flip flops and keeps the towel draped over his shoulder as they begin walking away from the slide.

Cartier: Fo’ real, somethin’ like this was definitely unexpected.

SILK: Gotta expect the unexpected no cappin’, who woulda thought even a year ago that we’d all of a sudden be one of the best teams out here in this industry and headlinin’ a major pay-per-view event at an outdoor football stadium that holds more than 55,000?

Cartier doesn’t even hesitate.

Cartier: I wouldn’t even expected this when we entered the Golden Tag Tournament – no one did. All of ‘em just thought we were a bomb name with two singles wrestlers comin’ together and here we are – dual tag champs and the team most of these haters can’t keep outta they mouths.

SILK: Some things don’t change – even these cats who ain’t proven shit outside of Elysium like Brew Collar. Quick to point out how we talkin’ down to ‘em like we ain’t earned the right besides bein’ the Tag Champs, we did beat ‘em on the way to get ‘em but here we are. Yet, watch ‘em curl up in the fetal position when they get called out for even settin’ it off with us – I mean, how many times you and I been mindin’ our own business smokin’ one and doin’ our thing and or notifications blow up cause some dudes we already got the W on have some trash as banter to talk? Hypocrites man. Call us cocky for sayin’ we gon’ win again and we are legit lappin’ the Tag Division which is the truth while they sayin’ every day they gon’ be the new Tag Champs but somehow that’s confidence and not arrogance. Wonder what they gon’ say ‘bout us when we brag ‘bout beatin’ ‘em again? I mean, what do ya gotta accomplish to be able talk ‘bout it glowingly without bein’ called arrogant or not humble? Shit makes no sense. Don’t be mad at us cause we got accolades to talk ‘bout and wins to back up our stances on teams we already beat.

Cartier cackles as she parts her lips for the scoop of chocolate ice cream. Her mouth melts away a huge lump of the chocolate, and when she pulls her head away her lips are coated.

Cartier: They stupid. What else we gotta do to ‘earn’ the right to feel confident every time we get in the ring? We turned this industry on its head. We almost single handedly rejuvenated the tag team business. Where Thot Chocolate goes, people follow. How many calls you got this week from bookers lookin’ to beef up they ratin’s wit’ a appearance from you an’ me?

SILK: More than a couple, boo.

Cartier: I know it. An’ I know it’s been the same for me. We put eyes on Southside when we ran the table in the Golden Tag. We legitimized Elysium when we took home the tag titles after too. Now we about to do the same favor for Oath. When we go someplace, we own it. We run it. There ain;t no one BUT us that can talk the way we talk because we the only ones who back it up wit’ the way we walk. Look no further than the gold on our waists for all the proof y’all need. SSW Tag Titles? GOT ‘EM. SAP Television Title? GOT ‘EM. Seattle Pro Title? GOT ‘EM. An’, of course, the very tag team titles we gotta put on the line against Bo an’ Luke Duke at Footbrawl, the Elysium Pro titles. The fact of the matter is the matter of the fact – we got the right to say we the best in Elysium Pro because ain’t nobody proved us wrong. If these Brew Collar turkeys get it done, then hey, they earn the right to talk… but until then? Nah. That’s our exclusive property.

Silk wades over and takes the cone out of Cartier’s hand, licking up the side of it with a smile on his face.

Cartier: Thievin’ ass…

SILK: My bad girl, you got me all heated wit’ that fire talk you spittin’… I had to cool off!

He hands the ice cream back to her and she shakes her head.

Cartier: Told you to buy your own… god damn… I know you gotta sweet tooth just like me, an’ when we get in the ring at Footbrawl we got a sweet tooth for Brew Collar as well. They don’t like to hear that shit? Well, cash me ousside, how bow dah?

SILK: Girl tell me…you did not just go all Bhad Bhabie on ‘em! Wooooooo weeee!

Cartier laughs at SILK being over the top as he goes in for another lick but she pulls away just in time.

SILK: Girl, you always teasin’ ya boi.

Cartier: Not always.

Cartier then licks SILK’s cheek like it’s an ice cream cone as his eyes go wide.

SILK: Damn, you got me meltin’ like a two scoop left out in the sun.

Cartier chuckles as she takes another lick of her cone and the two head off into the sea of people that fills the mall until they are eventually lost and out of the viewers sight causing the scene to fade out.

The camera fades in and catches up with the debuting Scarlet Flint as she’s walking through the parking area. She takes note of the camera’s presence, though, she keeps her attention focused on where she’s going.

[b]Scarlet Flint:[/b] Oh? Were you expecting some fancy ass introduction video? Some loud spectacle with a bunch of pomp and circumstance?

She lets out a snort.

Scarlet Flint: That ain’t me.

She shakes her head.

Scarlet Flint: Me? Shit, I enjoy the simplest things in life. Beating ass. Hurting feelings. Winning gold. Ya’ know, modest ambitions.

She snaps her fingers.

Scarlet Flint: Speaking of beating ass, I guess that brings me to Azurine.

Her stride comes to a halt before she spins and finally peers into the camera.

Scarlet Flint: Azurine, I dislike you—

She paused for a moment.

Scarlet Flint: Naw, that’s not true.

A look of disgust washes over her face.

Scarlet Flint: I hate your fucking guts. You’re so fucking annoying.

There’s a small pause.

Scarlet Flint: If you woulda’ chilled, I probably woulda’ let you live in match. Instead, you decided to be a fuckin’ pest. You decided that you wanted to be gnat and buzz and buzz around.

Scarlet shakes her head slowly.

Scarlet Flint: All that bullshit you been talkin’? It’s gonna’ be meaningless when that bell rings. It’s gonna’ be meaningless when my hands are clasped around your neck as I watch you fade into that dark abyss. I’ll choke; I’ll. And the finally, I won’t have to annoying fucking voice ever again.

She stifles a chuckle.

Scarlet Flint: But I want yo’ ass to remember something, Azurine. When all the cells in your body are cursing, remember that this is the barbarism that you asked for.

With that, Scarlet turns and walks off. The camera trails her a bit before it fades.

OPENING CONTEST

Sam “Titaness” Hamilton vs. Erik Holland

Footbrawl started the Commonwealth Stadium off with a hot opener as Sam “Titaness” Hamilton, the newest member of the Badd Breed finally got the one on one match she’s been asking for as she met the owner of Elysium, Erik Holland, one-on-one.

The 50,000+ plus in attendance cheered for both wrestlers as they came to the ring, but certainly the inaugural World Champion got an overwhelming response as he and Lyal “Lyric” Allen came out onto the stage.

The two friends shook hands mid ring after the bell rang, but that’s about as friendly as it got from there. After the initial tie up where Sam showed off her impressive strength and backed Holland into the corner, rather than a clean break Sam wound up and delivered a hefty forearm right to the owner’s jaw that rebounded his head back. Holland touched his face, looked back at her and a smile played across his face before replying with a forearm of his own, and they were off to the races. Holland and Hamilton battered each other around the ring for the first couple minutes of the match, showing off the hard hitting, brawling style both were famous for. A European uppercut from Sam got a back elbow strike from Holland in response, both competitors looking for the knock out shot early.

A BRUTAL knife edge chop from Holland that rang through the open air of the Commonwealth Stadium got a dropkick to the knee followed by a thrusting knee to the face by Sam in return. This spilled the fight to the outside, where Sam and Erik pummeled each other on all corners of the ringside area. Sam Irish whipping Erik from one side of the ringside area to the other illicted a loud response from the crowd as Erik crashed ass over teakettle into the heavy steel barricade, favoring his back, his head, basically everywhere hurting!

Only after Erik fought back and dropped Sam face first on the ringside guardrail was he able to gain an advantage, throwing Sam back inside before the referee reached a 20 count and dropping her with a clothesline for a two count.

Sam came firing back a minute later though, recovering just enough to retaliate with a rapid fire series of strikes center ring, plus a chilling headbutt that drops the taller Holland to his knees. A thrust kick from Sam knocked him onto his back! Sam immediately jumps on Holland for some ground and pound! Elbows and hammer fists rain down on the head of the Most Dangerous! She scrambles expertly into a pin, only getting a two count but Sam seamlessly swings her legs over his middle, snaring the arm and working into a Kimura!

The Commonwealth Stadium buzzes as Sam CRANKS on the arm submission! Holland is in incredible pain! He’s biting his own free hand to get his mind off the pain of the perfectly applied submission. Edmonton might see a rare submission loss from Holland here as he’s got a hand hovering above the mat, he’s thinking about tapping out! But he won’t do it! He keeps trying to scramble to his feet but Sam just WRENCHES on the hold, illicting a roar of pain from the Most Dangerous! Lyric is seen at ringside pounding the mat, trying to get the fans behind Holland as he starts to make a move! The man is pulling his own damned hair out as he’s trying to get up to his feet and finally does, with Sam’s legs still wrapped around his middle, the kimura lock still on TIGHT!

Holland staggers into position and charges, ramming Sam into the buckle! He has to back up and do it one more time to get Sam to break the hold! Sam bounces back first off the pad and staggers right into a charging boot from Holland that causes her to cut a flip! Holland stacks her up for the pin but Sam kicks out at ONE, scrambling to her feet and ROARING at Holland to bring it on, pure toughness and instinct fueling her resilliency! The crowd is into it as well! And on he brings it, delivering Plan 9 from Outer Space which rocks the mighty Titaness! Erik audibly yells FUCK as he delivered the Superman Punch with his bad arm, and IMMEDIATELY grabs it in pain!

She staggers, going to a knee but fires back with a superkick right to the jaw of Erik Holland, followed by ANOTHER superkick and a run off the ropes and a leaping lariat to the back of the head! Holland is down and Hamilton hauls him into position, hooking the arms looking for Wrath of the Titans but Holland backdrops her out of it! He collapses against the ropes, unable to follow up as Sam scrambles to her feet again and aims another superkick, but this time Holland drops to one knee to get under the kick, hauling her up on his shoulders with one good arm! Edmonton pops at the freakish show of strength as Holland runs forward and plants her center ring with the Toxic Avenger, using his bad arm long enough to apply the move! Holland sits on her chest and hooks the leg, getting the three count!

WINNER: Erik Holland (7:15) – Pinfall

Erik breaks the pin, holding his arm in obvious pain, looking beat half to Hell but happy that he got the victory. Sam is just now starting to stir as well, getting up on her knees. Looking dejected, but when Holland walks over and helps her up, he says something in her ear and then raises her arm, allowing the fans to cheer for a red hot opener between two charter members of the Badd Breed. They leave the ring together after Sam is allowed to bow to all four sides of the crowd, holding various parts of their own bodies, content to rest up and watch the rest of this event.

SPECIAL CHALLENGE MATCH

SINGLES MATCH

KEEGAN RYAN VS. HAMMERSTEIN

The match begins with the sound of the bell and Hammerstein charging in full speed at his opponent, Keegan Ryan. Ryan side steps the attempt and uses Jacob’s own momentum against him, thrusting him chest first into the turnbuckle full speed. Hammerstein bounces backwards, turns around and is met with a quick rake to the eye. It’s received with boos by the majority of the 55,000+ in attendance but Ryan brushes the fans off and then proceeds to get Hammerstein in a front headlock and runs Hammerstein’s face along the top rope, the whole length of it, causing rope burn onto Hammerstein’s cheek. He let’s go and Hammerstein falls to one knee, clutching at his face. Keegan wraps his arm around Hammerstein’s head and hits him with a snap DDT down to the mat. As hammerstein lay on his stomach, Ryan pays it no mind as he mounts him on his back and just starts feeding rights and lefts to the side of Jacob’s head and face in an unrelenting fashion. Hammerstein tried to get his arms up to block but by the time they’re in position the damage has been done and now Keegan is up stomping a circle around Hammerstein’s upper body, eventually making his way to the head. Keegan suddenly goes into a vicious furry of stomps onto the back of Hammerstein’s head and after about eleven or twelve of them he stops and raises his arms out wide to the crowd only to receive an even louder chorus of boos than before.

After getting his fill of taunting the crowd, Keegan turns his attention back to Hammerstein who pops back up to his feet and flattens Ryan out of nowhere with a belly to belly Hammerplex! Jacob is down, as well as Keegan as its clear that move was not only desperate but also to give Hammerstein a moment to catch his breath as Keegan hasn’t stopped with the offense. Both men start getting up with Hammerstein to his feet first. He throws a right at Keegan but he saw it coming! He ducks underneath and Jacob turns around and is met with a huge clothesline that almost takes his head off! Ryan falls down on Hammerstein, hooking the leg for a pin!

One…

Two…

KICKOUT!

Hammerstein gets his shoulder off the mat to break up the pin. Keegan is up and stalking Hammerstein. He gets up and Keegan kicks him in the gut. He sets Hammerstein up for his signature Russian leg sweep but Hammerstein throws a few elbows to the side of Keegan’s head, trying to loosen his grasp, which he eventually does. Keegan backs off and Hammerstein hits the ropes, coming back with a spear that nearly cuts Keegan Ryan in half! Ryan rolls under the ropes and out of the ring down to the floor. As Keegan is on all fours, Hammerstein gets a look in his eye like a lightbulb went off. Hde runs to the opposite ropes and comes back towards Keegan Ryan who is getting to his feet. Hammerstein then suicide dives through the ropes to the outside connecting wigth Ryan and sending his back crashing into the barricade! Hammerstein took some brunt from that move as he lays on the outside as well. Hammerstein is up first, bringing Keegan up with him. He attempts to irish whip Ryan into the barricade but Keegan reverses it, sending Hammerstein back first into the barricade instead! He moves back in and grabs Hammerstein by the head where he sends him now face first into the ring post on the outside busting Hammerstein’s head wide open!

Keegan hops on top and drives stiff rights to the open wound while holding Hammerstein’s head in place with his left hand. After throwing about a dozen fists towards the cut, he gets up and brings Hammerstein with him, tossing him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Keegan takes his time, hopping up onto the apron and once again taunting the crowd, this time some kid in the front row with a Hammerstein t-shirt on. He then gets back into the ring, goes to grab Hammerstein by the head but a bloody Hammerstein somehow manages to roll him up in a small package!

One…

Two…

Thr—KICKOUT!

It was so close due to how off guard Keegan was caught and his frustration on the close call is visible as he gets back up and starts shoot kicking a sitting Hammerstein, first in the chest and then a few shots to the forehead where the blood is pouring out of that sends Hammerstein back flat on the mat. With him down, Keegan starts driving jumping knee after jumping knee down into Hammerstein’s forehead, still working over the gash. He rolls Hammerstein over into his stomach, walks over his back and applies a devastating camel clutch! Hammerstein is reaching out for the ropes, writhing in pain as Keegan Ryan tears back the hold even more to apply pressure. The referee checks in on Hammerstein who can only shake his head no when asked if he gives in. Eventually Keegan lets go, realizing Hammerstein’s stubbornness won’t allow him to give up quite yet.

Instead of jumping back on him though, Keegan looks to be stalking Hammerstein, waiting for him to get up as if he has something in mind. Hammerstein is up, met with a boot to the guy from Keegan Ryan and then hoisted straight up in the air for a few moments until he’s dropped on his head from a perfect brainbuster delivered by Keegan Ryan. Keegan now hooks Hammerstein’s leg for a pin!

One…

Two…

Th—KICKOUT!

Hammerstein again wills himself to kick out and stay alive in this match much to the chagrin of Keegan Ryan. He gives the referee a piece of his mind for the moment about how it was a three and his count was slow before getting to his feet with Hanmerstein. He sends Hammerstein into the corner and runs in behind him, leaping for a body splash but Hammerstein rolls out of the way! Keegan connects with the bit turnbuckle hard, whiplashing backwards towards Hammerstein who catches him and immediately drops him with a full nelson hammerplex! Keegan immediately pops back almost out of instinct but clearly dazed when Hammerstein nails him with the Hammersteiner out of nowhere! The crowd loudly pops as Hammerstein slumps over his fallen opponent while the referee gets in position and begins to make the count!

One…

Two…

Three!

WINNER: Hammerstein (9:08) – Pinfall

ELCOME TO ELYSIUM

SINGLES MATCH

AZURINE VEBBINS VS. SCARLET FLINT

At the sound of the bell, Scarlet launches herself across the ring and starts laying heavy forearm shots across the back and shoulders of Azurine Vebbins. Azzy manages to shover her away and get some separation with a desperation high kick, but it doesn’t keep Scarlet down for long. Flint is back to her feet in no time but runs right into a back elbow from the cagey Vebbins.

This time the move has Scarlet stunned and Azzy takes full advantage with a standing monkey flip. Scarlet lands flat on her face and Azurine is right there to lock in a stretch muffler submission.

Scarlet Flint flails and eventually grabs the bottom rope, forcing a break, and Azzy reluctantly lets go. Azzy waits while Scarlet pulls herself to her feet using the ring ropes, then charges Vebbins with a sudden burst of energy and clobbers the Adorkable Angel with a clothesline. Azzy gets up, but is brought back down with a leaping bulldog from Flint.

It looks like Scarlet Flint has things moving in her direction as she sets up Vebbins for a big rolling forearm, but Azzy ducks it in the nick of time and Scarlet spins all the way through. Azurine then snares her in a Full Nelson and snaps her backward in a dragon suplex, transitioning into a jawbreaker midway through somehow!

The Pearly Gatekeeper shuts the lights out on Scarlet Flint and she keels over backward, making it elementary for Vebbins to crawl on top of her and score the pinfall victory.

WINNER: Azurine Vebbins (6:30) – Pinfall

TAG TEAM MATCH

TNP (Leah and Q) vs. Midnight Special

At the bell, Harvey Carbine takes the heat straight to Q, catching the tenured Elysium member off guard with a flurry. Q deflects most of the shots, but Carbine has a lot of speed and energy. It’s obvious he and his partner want to make a statement in their Elysium debut, and Q is left to stay on the defensive as Carbine continues laying in fast palm strikes and side kicks. Pressing Q into her own corner, Carbine whips her across the ring and into his home corner with a high impact collision to the buckles. Q grimaces with pain from the impact but manages to slip to the side just in time to avoid an incoming handspring elbow from Carbine that causes his head to collide with the ring post. For added benefit, Q turns and drives Cherry off of the apron with a hard forearm shot, then hustles back across the ring and tags in Leah.

Leah enters the ring and grabs Carbine, who’s still reeling from hitting his head and dumbfounded from trying to tag out but finding no partner in his corner. Leah drives Carbine shoulder first into the ringpost between the buckles, then turns him and sends him crashing into TNP’s corner. Leah follows and tags Q back in, and waits while Q lifts Carbine in a Samoan drop, assisting with a big boot for good measure! Q sets Carbine up in the corner and then takes a running start and crashes into his face with her knee. She drags Carbine out into the middle of the ring for a cover but he kicks out at two.

Q tags out again and Leah leaps into the ring. Leah grabs Carbine and pulls him to his feet, setting him up for a powerbomb. As she flips him up, though, he reverses momentum and slams her down to the canvas with a sitout facebuster. Leah is dazed and Carbine starts dragging himself to his corner where his partner is now standing and trying to hype him up to make the tag. Leah gets to her senses and rushes Carbine, but Carbine leaps to the corner and tags in Josh Cherry. Josh is a house of fire, drilling Leah with big punches and even dropping an interfering Q with a big bionic elbow shot.

Unfortunately, TNP’s experience takes over soon enough as Q trips Cherry from the outside as he runs the ropes, setting him up to stumble into a big DDT. Leah heads to the top rope as Q shouts insults across the ring to Harvey Carbine, who tries to enter the ring and get in her face. The official cuts him off and is distracted arguing with him, allowing Q to enter the ring and lift Cherry up onto her shoulders and hit her Q’s Landing cartwheel DVD! Just as the ref turns back around Q rolls out of the ring unseen and Leah comes off the top with a corkscrew moonsault, hitting her Leah Rising to perfection and completing TNP 1.0. The ref drops for a count and Carbine enters to break it up, but he’s caught by a charging Q and the official counts to three ending the match!

WINNERS: TNP INC. (11:00) – Pinfall

ELYSIUM TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS

TAG TEAM MATCH

BREW COLLAR (Andrew Wilkow & Jack Danielson) vs. THOT CHOCOLATE (SILK and Cartier)

This was a highly anticipated match. Seen by Elysium fans as the biggest threat to the reign of the Wideawake tournament winners, Brew Collar came to the ring uniquely focused for this match, not much of their usual antics permeating their entrance. It was almost as if Cartier and SILK similarly understood the gravity of this match as they did not do much playing to the crowd as they came to the ring—SILK sporting a fashionable bandage on his forehead from a recent encounter in another promotion, same with Cartier walking somewhat gingerly on her leg. Nonetheless theyre in the ring and ready to defend the titles, as the crowd is chanting THIS IS AWESOME before they even ring the bell.

SILK starts the contest, being the bigger and stronger of the two as across from him Andrew Wilkow starts for Brew Collar. The two natural brawlers lock up but quickly get to the fisticuffs as Wilkow buries a knee to SILK’s gut, following it up with clubbing a forearm across SILK’s back. SILK looks for respite in the corner and fires back with a kick, pushing Wilkow into the corner where he retaliates with his own knee to the gut, followed by a HARD chop and a hard forearm. SILK snapmares Wilkow to the center of the ring and kicks him square in the spine, followed by gyrating his hips much to the appreciation of the crowd, but that allowed Andrew Wilkow to get up to his feet, seemingly impervious to the pain of the kick!

It’s probably because he’s drunk, but nonetheless Andrew flatout bullies SILK up against the ropes, clotheslining him out of the ring! He follows SILK to the outside and drops him on the guardrail, and then rams him into the apron! He rolls SILK back into the ring, battering SILK in the back of the head with forearm drops and stomps! He pushes SILK back into the Brew Collar corner and tags Jack Danielson in, whipping SILK into the ropes and hitting a double shoulder block!

Jack hooks the leg and gets a one count as it’s still early on in the match, SILK sits up and immediately gets kicked in the back again. Jack pulls SILK up to his feet but SILK knocks his hands away and DRILLS a chop across Jack’s chest! This seems to generate some momentum for SILK and he delivers another hard chop! The snarl on SILK’s face as he gets ahold of Jack and delivers a back suplex suggests playtime is over. He drops a forearm on Jack’s head, followed by a BIG knee drop to the chest showing off his athleticism. Cover and a two count by SILK, and he tags in Cartier to execute their Elevated Legdrop, which gets another close two count as Andrew Wilkow breaks up the pin.

Wilkow has to be forced out to the apron by the ref which allows SILK and Cartier to double team Jack, and once the ref turns around they separate allowing Cartier to hit a split leg legdrop mid-ring. Cover and another two count, this time Jack kicks out and Cartier immediately pops up off the pin and hits the ropes coming back with a baseball slide kick to the side of the head. Jack is trying to fight to his feet but Cartier continues to pummel him down with kicks and chops and knees.

They happen to be near the Brew Collar corner while this is going on, and when Cartier whips Jack across the ring, Jack reverses it and sends Cartier across. When she comes back, Jack executes a drop-down and as Cartier hits the ropes on the other side, Wilkow hits a knee to the back of Cartier! Both teams are willing to do whatever it takes to win this and it’s obvious. This allows Jack to tag Wilkow back in, and they execute the Brew Choo Train! Fast tags in and out and a storm of stomps followed by Jack flying in for a corner dropkick thanks to Andrew!

Pin on Cartier and SILK breaks it up after a two-count! Wilkow stays on her and grabs ahold of Cartier, hauling her up for a Butterfly Suplex! Pin, but Cartier kicks out this time. Wilkow appeals to the crowd now, showing his forearm, looking like he’s ready to deliver the LARIATOOOOO!

He charges across the ring once Cartier gets up, but Cartier with a very skilled counter drops to a knee and catches Wilkow with a roll up! Two count, Wilkow kicks away and pops up right into Eat This Ass! The crowd POPS as both competitors are down! They’re in a lot of pain and they begin the slooooow crawl to their own corners! Tag to SILK, tag to Jack Danielson! SILK comes in firing, knocks down Danielson with a clothesline! Wilkow goes down with a clothesline!

Both men come up and go down again via SILK dropkicks! Both men roll to the outside and SILK climbs to the top rope, flying through the air and cross bodies both men to the ground! SILK gets up FIRED up and throws Danielson into the ring! He climbs up on the buckle again and delivers a HIGH flying axe handle to knock Danielson down! Pin, and Wilkow LEAPS into the ring dropping an elbow across SILK to break it up! He goozles SILK when SILK gets up! CHOKESLAM! Cartier comes in again and gets thrown out of the ring by Wilkow, fighting on the outside with him! Jack crawls over SILK and hooks the leg but SILK BARELY kicks out at the last possible second!

The crowd is white hot as SILK and Jack get up to their knees, throwing right hands back and forth. SILK finally gets an advantage and staggers to his feet. Collapsing against the ropes, he can’t follow up right away and this allows Jack to start to get to his feet as well. Jack charges, looking for the Great American Bash but SILK avoids it, hooking the arm and the leg and delivers the Bareback Olympic Slam! He quickly hooks Jack’s legs and applies the Trick Turner Sharpshooter! The crowd erupts as Jack is SCREAMING in pain, trying to fight to the ropes. He’s yelling for Andrew but he and Cartier are still fighting on the outside! SILK cranks on the Trick Turner and Jack looks like he wants to tap, but Andrew gets back into the ring finally seperating from Cartier, hits the ropes and delivers the LARIATOOOOO!

The crowd pops again, maybe seeing new champions here as Andrew practically yanks Jack to his feet, Brew Collar now prepping for the Back Roads! But, SILK manages to block the powerbomb and backdrop Wilkow out of it! He turns and delivers a spinning back fist to Jack Danielson, who staggers, bounces off the ropes and cleans SILK’s clock with the Great American Bash, finally connecting on it! He stacks SILK up, but at the ABSOLUTE last possible second Cartier reaches through the ropes and pulls Jack off SILK! Because they’re so close to the corner, Cartier hops up on the apron, reaches through and tags SILK’s shoulder, tagging herself in! She preps to deliver the Empire State of Mind! She SLAMS the knee into Jack’s head! Jack gets pulled center ring and Cartier hooks both legs! She gets one, gets two, GETS THREE!

Winners: Thot Chocolate (22:13) – Pinfall (#AndStill)

All four competitors are absolutely spent, and Thot Chocolates’ music cannot be heard over the wild cheering of the Edmonton crowd, erupting over the intensity of this tag team championship encounter. The referee puts the belts on the bodies of SILK and Cartier, as Wilkow and Danielson convalesce in the corner. They begin to stir, as well as Thot Chocolate. Wilkow and Danielson are in a ton of pain, they look dejected as they fell short of the championships. Wilkow had brought his case of beer into the ring and while he and Jack have already grabbed one, and SILK and Cartier are celebrating, Wilkow gets their attention and Brew Collar are offering Thot Chocolate beers, in a sort of sign of respect and goodwill! The champs look at the beer, look at the crowd,and hold up the titles, taking the beers and cracking them open against the faceplate! Handshakes are exchanged and it’s obvious this hard hitting team of Brew Collar has earned the respect of the champions. Andrew and Jack take the case and head up the ramp, giving the champions the ring.

IRON CHAMPIONSHIP

IRON RULES MATCH

Kendrick Kross (Challenger) vs. Equinox (Champion)

The bell sounds and we’re off to the races as Kendrick Kross and Equinox clash in the center of the ring! The volume is EXPLOSIVE from an entire STADIUM’S worth of fans as this Iron Championship bout kicks off! Nox goes for an early advantage with an attempted neckbreaker, but K2 has him scouted and pushes him off to LEVEL his opponent with a stiff kick! The Highspot Hero isn’t named that because he wrestles a good, slow ground game, and it shows great ring control and wisdom on Kross’s part to keep this action at his own pace.

No slouch in the strike game, himself, Equinox gets a fair amount of blows in against his opponent, but at the end of the day Kross just has greater control over this aspect of the night. Finally, Nox sees an opening and spews purple mist right into K2’s face! With his opponent blinded and clawing to get the noxious substance from his eyes, Equinox LEVELS him with a superkick! That must be what it sounds like… When Doves Cry!

However, instead of attempting a pinfall, Nox slides out of the ring and lifts up the apron. He drags out a few implements of destruction; the standard tables, chairs, and cookie sheets as well as a recent issue of Wrestlestravaganza Magazine (the deluxe summer edition) and some… football gear? Guess there’s some left over from the usual crowd that occupies this stadium. Kendrick ducks through the ropes to try and grab the Highlight of the Night by the hair and pull him back in the ring, but he gets his bell rung as Equinox dual-wields two football helmets and smashes him on either side of the head with them!

With his opponent stunned, Nox makes a show to all the fans in attendance of ripping one of those high-gloss, sturdy photo pages from the wrestling magazine and pushing the dazed Kendrick’s digits apart, before SLICING THE PAGE IN BETWEEN KROSS’S FINGERS!!! Kross fully stands up and stomps away from the ropes, holding his hand in agony! Nox gets back in the ring since he knows that’s the only place to find victory and brings a chair in with him for good measure. He takes a swing for Kendrick’s head, but Kross DUCKS right under it and NAILS Nox in the chin with a superkick of his own! Equinox drops the chair and staggers back into the corner! He shakes the cobwebs out and makes a dash for Kross, but K2 is ready for him with a belly to belly suplex! RIGHT onto the steel chair! The crowd feels this match nearing its boiling point, and Kendrick puts some distance between himself and Equinox, waiting for his opponent to get to his hands and knees before charging forward and DRIVING HIS FACE INTO THE CHAIR WITH A CURB STOMP! That’s gotta be it! Cover!!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

The bell rings and signals Kendrick Kross as your winner and the IRON CHAMPION! Nox has the werewithal to roll out of the ring, and Kross looks exhausted from the contest, holding his head and still rubbing at the purple mist burning his face!

WINNER: Kendrick Kross (10:15) – #AndNew

MAIN EVENT

ELYSIUM WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP

JAKE ARCHER (Challenger) vs. STACY DEVILLE (champion)

The main event has arrived. 55,000+ here to see Stacy Deville, only the second ever female Elysium World Champion in the history of the company defend her title against the reigning Hybrid Champion, Jake Archer. Jake Archer came to the ring to a very loud, but honestly mixed reaction – Some cheering his undeniable athletic ability, some booing the fact that the guy is just a fucking dick. Archer doesn’t seem to care either way though as he very proudly shows off his Hybrid title on the way to the ring, and cannot stop talking about how he’s going home with two belts.

Then, Stacy Deville hits the ring to a huge reaction as well, the Elysium world title strapped around her waist. She looks a little nervous as she mentioned on Twitter, even mouthing ‘wow’ at the huge crowd here to greet her, but as soon as she locks eyes on Jake Archer on the second rope staring her down, she is all business as she storms toward the ring. She gets there and raises the title up right in Jake Archer’s face, seizing the referee by the lapel and –demanding- he rings the bell.

The ref, valuing his life, rings the bell and a STIFF lockup from Archer and Stacy starts the main event here at Footbrawl. They break, not able to move each other, and then COLLIDE together again in a stiff lockup. Jake works into a side headlock and grinds down on it, center of the ring as the crowd is eerily quiet, waiting on every move that the two top champions in Elysium are making. Stacy backs Jake into the ropes and fires him off, colliding with Jake mid-ring in a shoulder block but Jake doesn’t move. Jake hits the ropes and clatters into Stacy with a shoulder block but SHE doesn’t move. Stacy one more time hits the ropes and delivers a shoulder block, this time Jake bounces off the ropes looking to come back with one of his own—but pokes Stacy in the eyes!

As she doubles over, Jake hits the opposite side ropes and comes back with a dropkick! A standing Shooting Star Press gives him the first two count of the match! Stacy rolls to the outside after the kickout, apparently looking for some respite, but Jake hops over the ropes and BEGS Stacy to get up, looking maybe to deliver a penalty kick. Jake charges but Stacy saw him coming and avoided the contact, sweeping his base leg out so Jake splatters back first all over the apron! Stacy with an angry look on her face slides back into the ring and hits the ropes, plowing through Jake with a tope suicida! She comes up with a handful of Archer’s hair and fires him back into the ring, but as she follows him she gets caught on the apron and hung throat first on the ropes!

Jake follows up with a Triangle-style dropkick, dropkicking Stacy off the apron and into the guardrail! The referee is not counting here because he knows the 50,000+ in attendance want to see a decisive winner. Jake allows Stacy to get back into the ring before battering her around the ring with stomps and right hands, talking trash to her the entire time. He whips her to the opposite buckle now and tucks into a handspring, DRILLING an elbow across Stacy’s head! She goes prone center ring and Jake hits a HIGH knee drop onto her chest, getting the second near fall in a row.

The fans start to cheer on Jake Archer as he gets up until he says “SHUT UP! I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!” At which point the boos start raining down from 55,000+ mouths all over the Hybrid Champion. He doesn’t much care though as he springboards over Stacy’s prone form while she is crawling towards the ropes, driving an elbow down between her shoulder blades to keep her down. He then hits a baseball slide dropkick to her ribs, and another, and a third. It’s almost like in the movie King Kong where the soldiers had to shoot King Kong consistently and keep him down. But then, Jake, the enigma that he is after a couple great wrestling maneuvers, stands on Stacy’s throat near the ropes for a count of four, trying to rob the World Champion of that ever-important oxygen.

Jake hauls her up now, hooking a front facelock, yelling about how he’s going to show her how to do a suplex, but Stacy blocks it! Stacy hooks her own facelock and snap suplexes Jake to the mat! Jake comes up out of it, swings a kick at Stacy’s head but she level changes so quickly, ducking underneath Jake’s kick and hooking a capture at the same time, taking him over with another suplex!

This time Stacy bridges and gets HER first near fall! Stacy stays on Jake and pushes #TheBest into the buckle, and looks to drive her shoulder into Jake’s midsection but somehow, Jake uses his great body control to jump up over her and double stomp her back! He then takes Stacy and rams her shoulder first into the steel turnbuckle, collapsing midring as Stacy falls backwards, holding her arm! Jake from his prone position sees she’s down and scrambles exhaustedly to his feet, getting set up and delivering a standing 450 to Stacy’s midsection followed by a moonsault! NEAR fall!

Jake screams COME ON REF, feeling frustrated and allowing the World Champion to get back to her feet as he heads to the outside, looking to do another springboard, looking for the Superman Kick but Stacy was able to avoid the knee strike, still though Jake rolls through and springboards off the OTHER side ropes, hitting a thrust kick! He hoists Stacy up Burning Hammer style and flips her off his shoulders instead of driving her down on her neck, face planting her center ring! Then he backs into the buckle and hits a knee to the back of the head! Hooks the leg! CLOSE kickout by Stacy and the World title is still in her possession!

Jake POUNDS the mat in anger and heads for the top rope, looking for a big move to put Deville away once and for all. He waits for her to get up and then leaps, but Stacy catches him in a sitout powerbomb midring! NEAR FALL! After a few long moments of Stacy and Jake trying to recover Jake gets to his feet first and backs into the turnbuckle, looking to set up a move. He tucks into a handspring again, maybe looking for Just Do It but Stacy catches him mid-charge and swings him one way, and then POWERSLAMS him into the turnbuckle with the Oregon Trail! Mid-ring they go! DRAGON SUPLEX by Stacy! The way Jake folded up was sickening but somehow he STILL kicked out of the subsequent pin attempt!

Both competitors recover slowly and get to their feet and now it’s Stacy taking the advantage! A right elbow lands! A left one! A back elbow smash! She unleashes a flurry of elbows as the crowd roars, now winding up and delivering a HARD elbow that drops Jake to one knee! Stacy hits the ropes but Jake explodes with a leaping knee! POISON RANA by Jake! Stacy comes up to her feet and staggers backwards into the turnbuckle, the buckle being the only thing keeping her up at this point!

Jake comes in, setting her up on the top rope! He takes a lap around the mat, building up momentum before he charges and leaps RIPPING Stacy off the buckles with a hurricanrana! He LEAPS on her stacking her up for the cover and AGAIN Stacy gets away! A couple CHILLING kicks, one to the face and one to the side of the head keep the World Champion down again as Jake makes a throat slash with his thumb, calling for the end. He might be screwing around a little bit too long though as he moves Stacy into position, apparently looking for the Negasonic Warhead.

He calls out “This one’s for YOUUUU, FM!” before he jumps up..but Stacy is up! She nails him in the back! Up they go to the turnbuckles, exchanging punches, forearms, headbutts! Jake hooks a facelock, suplex style, maybe to deliver a face first move off the buckle but Stacy blocks it! She has him hooked, and just Powerslammed him off the buckle in a modified version of the Oregon Trail she hit earlier in the match! Jake is in pain and Stacy is in position, as he gets up, she hooks the Northern Lights and brings him HIGH up and over! DEVILLE DRIVER II for a…TWO COUNT!?

Stacy is in shock!

Jake pops up to his knees, flipping Stacy off with both fingers! Stacy gets a VERY angry look on her face and hooks the Deville Driver II again, but this time instead of the high angle and the bridge she brings him STRAIGHT down, Northern Lights Bomb style, right on top of his damn head! DEEP leg hook and THIS time she gets the three count!

WINNER: Stacy Deville (28:59 – Pinfall) #AndStill

Stacy sits up in the corner being handed the Elysium world title as she looks down at the prone body of Jake Archer, for his effort still with the Hybrid title draped over his chest. Stacy, grabbing the back of her head with her free hand looks down at Jake Archer for a few long moments before going to each turnbuckle, showing off her successfully defended championship. Jake starts to stir after Stacy has already departed the ring and headed up the very long ramp, and looks down at his Hybrid title while Stacy is up on the stage raising her World title over her head, defiantly. It’s with that image that Footbrawl goes off the air.