Zion Wrestling Presents...Invasion: Toronto Night TWO!!

[Kai Morgan]

A panning aerial shot of the Roger’s Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada fills the screen, coming in closer and closer to a lone figure standing outside of the arena, dressed in a pair of black combat boots, black cargo pants, and a pink puffy coat with black fur lining the hood. The figure lowers the monogrammed QoC mask, revealing the smiling face of the Super Tiger, Risa Lemon!

“What’s up TORONTO?!”

The crowd inside roars with approval as they watch the live feed from outside the building.

“Zion Wrestling presents INVASION: TORONTO! Night Two!”

She grins, nodding at the positive response that can be heard even on the pavement outside the arena.

“Last night was NUTS, wasn’t it?! I can promise you we’re gonna keep this ball rolling, but honestly, we all know what I’m here for.”

The crowd roars, clearly behind Risa in her match later this evening.

“That’s right! Tonight, I go one on one with a woman who screwed me out of the Gateway Championship by interrupting my fight against her partner ISIS. Tonight I fight a woman whom I’ve never stood across the ring from for a real wrestling match. Fate has determined that we would be the final two women left standing in this tournament to finally decide who will be the inaugural Zion Wrestling QUEEN OF STRONG STYLE!”

A chant of “YOU DESERVE IT” echoes through the open roof of the centre, and Risa soaks it in for a bit before holding up a hand. The crowd responds to the visage on the ‘Tron.

“Her and I both earned our ways through this tournament. Some would argue I did it in a more legal and rule abiding way, but that’s not the point. The point is that here, in Toronto, one of the greatest cities in the world-”

The Canadian crowd roars with cheers at the cheap pop.

“I’m going to go one on one with Maki Megumi tonight in a match that is sure to light a fire under the ass of every other member of this roster, because we are going to burn this arena to the ground. And you know what else I’m gonna do?”

She grins, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m going to walk out of THIS arena as your very first EVER Queen of Strong Style Champion! So Zion faithful? LET’S GET THIS SHOW UNDERWAY!!!”

The crowd roars it’s approval as Risa turns away from the camera, heading toward the front door as it zooms backward, providing a wide shot of the front of the building again before switching to the cameras inside.

And now...Zion Wrestling Presents...Invasion: Toronto!



We cut to a birds eye shot of The Rogers Centre, as pyro begins to shoot from every angle of the outdoor stadium! The lights come up on a sold out crowd, and a huge stage display with screens packed all the way to the sky! We cut to the commentary table at ringside, where Winter Mae and Kyle Cassidy reside!

Winter Mae: Night One was a good ass time, but get ready for the sequel! Welcome back to Invasion: Toronto! I'm Winter Mae, joined by Kyle Cassidy!

Kyle Cassidy: Last night we saw new champions! We saw debuts! We saw so many unforgettable moments! Well now you all aren't gonna be given even a second to catch your breath, because I have a feeling this show is gonna be one to remember!

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Inside Sully's Boxing Gym in Toronto, Hayumi and Akira are at ringside, both with their hair drenched in sweat as they wind down after intense training. Hayumi takes a drink from her water bottle, while Akira has her hands on her knees, hunched over and breathing heavily, unaccustomed to the intense workouts that Hayumi has been pushing her to do leading up to their Taipei Deathmatch with Trinity. Behind them, Lién Kamiya is in the ring, sparring with the trainer. The sounds of her fists hitting the pads loudly echoing in the background.

Hayumi Yamamoto:
"Harder! While they remain weak, pampering themselves at the spa and weeping at the thought of this fight, we are to toil and accustom ourselves to the pain and discomfort!"

Hayumi shouted, as she would grip a bar above her to pull herself up with some chin-ups, as the camera was focused on her back to notice the markings of some lashings she had taken earlier.

Hayumi Yamamoto:
"We will not know pain. We will only know violence, and to force Vapid Blonde one, two, and three to suffer as we have tenfold!"

Akira looks at Hayumi with a look of despair, before turning to the boxing bag and hitting it with a series of punches and kicks. Her legs wobble a little bit as she pushes herself.

KAMIKAZE:
"Ahhhh! Hayumiiii! My legs are burninnnnng."

Hayumi Yamamoto:
"They burn now, but tomorrow, they will feel pain so great, Hell itself will be like a hot new vacation spot for them."

Hayumi replied with a stoic tone, as she had been tired of Trinity's constant antics. They had fucked around too long, it was time for them to find out.

KAMIKAZE:
"Stupid Trinity… making me go through all this… I'm gonna make sure they hurt so bad… Hell is what I'll put them through!"

Akira mutters to herself, before letting out a scream and nailing the punching bag with a roundhouse kick packing enough power she almost falls over herself.

Hayumi Yamamoto:
"Good! Make them feel every strike. Every cut! I want them to regret the moment their miniscule brain cells decided it was a good idea to start a war with Hebi No Rengo!"

Hayumi scowled with anger towards her opposition. Meanwhile, Lién climbs out of the boxing ring, removing her gloves and grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from her brow before approaching the other girls.

Liên Kamiya:
"I wish it didn't have to come to this. A Taipei Deathmatch is barbaric even for us. But Trinity have pushed us to this point. Our limbs are weapons. Our hands our glass. Built to shred and maim the pretty faces of the vapid blondes."

Hayumi Yamamoto:
"Perhaps it is, though, it is our element. We are the bringers of an age of violence. They deserve this… enlightenment… if you will."

Hayumi stated with a sinister smile forming across her face.

Liên Kamiya:
"The scars left behind by the Taipei Deathmatch will never go away for either side. But our scars will be badge of honor earned in our decimation of Trinity, while theirs will be a permanent reminder that they never should have fucked with Hebi no Rengo."

Lién said with a stern look on her face, before the scene faded out.



In the back, we see all three members of Trinity in the back, wearing white tank tops and jean short-shorts. Valentina Skye has her hair up while Brooke Cartwright and Aubrianna Powers are putting tape on their hands. Valentina is pacing back and forth as she is not happy.

Valentina Skye: Zion Wrestling!

She stops pacing and looks at the camera.

Valentina Skye: HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU PUT US IN THIS TYPE OF MATCH UP!!

Aubrianna shakes her head with Brooke not being happy while she is putting on her tape.

Valentina Skye: I swear, this match has now become a liability! Is that how bad you want to see Hebi No Rengo kill US?!

She keeps on pacing back and forth.

Valentina Skye: This cannot happen! We are the QUEENS of this place! Not some deathmatch workers!

Aubrianna comes up and pats her on the back.

Aubrianna Powers: A Tai Pei death match…a DEATH MATCH? On a WRESTLING CARD? Here’s a news flash for the morons booking this garbage, and that’s an appropriate word because the news flash is that this IS NOT WRESTLING! This is GARBAGE! A real WRESTLER wouldn’t be caught dead in a monstrosity like this! But ZION, in a show of blatant favoritism, in a a complete and utter disregard for the safety of the athletes, are forcing its top stars…that’s Trinity, by the way…into this barbaric match!

The MVP scowls.

Aubrianna Powers: But here’s the real surprise for you losers; your plot won’t work. Your obvious plan to get rid of us won’t work. Instead of us being maimed, we will be the ones getting rid of your little darlings Hebi No Talento. Learn to love that, bitches.

Brooke Cartwright takes a step in front of her Trinity sisters.

Brooke Cartwright: Is this the way YOU want to end things? Is this the way you want to finish us off?

She gives a very evil scowl that comes across her face

Brooke Cartwright: I’m going to give you three bitches a fair warning. In ANY MATCH, that this place picks for our enemies to go against us, THEY FAIL! We’ve proven time and time again that putting us in these types of matches, don’t end up well for the other side!

Aubrianna and Valentina take a step forward next to Brooke Cartwright

Brooke Cartwright: Whether it’s a hardcore match, a tables, a street fight and so forth, HEBI GO LOSERS are going to end up knowing a lot of things afterwards by pulling glass out of their faces, licking their wounds and most of all….

Trinity goes to bend the knee, but Valentina stops them.

Valentina Skye: No, they’re not going to bend the knee. They’re going to learn that this match for them….

Valentina turns and faces the camera and speaks in her native Latin

Valentina Skye: EST DEI MORS SENTENTIAE
(IS A GODDAMN DEATH SENTENCE)

All three of them leave as they head for this violent match up.

[Kai Morgan]

Hebi No Rengo, Hayumi Yamamoto, Akira Fujimoto, and Lien Kamiya, walk to the ring displaying their fists, wrapped in tape that were then dipped in glue and then into tiny pieces of broken glass. The crowd takes in the reality of the situation while showering the combatants with their usual reaction. The three make it to the ring where the referee parts the ropes to allow them to enter with the least amount of mess made in the process.

Vivian Blake: The following contest is the TaiPei Death Match and it is set for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Vivian Blake: Introducing first, the team of Hayumi Yamamoto, Akira Fujimoto, and Lien Kamiya, HEBI NO RENGO!!!

Winter Mae: This cannot end well, can it?

Kyle Cassidy: Does it ever? Broken glass glued to hand wraps do not usually end up equaling love taps that do no damage.

Winter Mae: And there’s three of them on both sides.

Kyle Cassidy: And these three can put so much behind every strike with that stuff!



Trinity, Brooke Cartwright, Aubrianna Powers, and Valentina Skye, make theory way down to the ring, their hands also wrapped in tape then dipped in glue and then into tiny pieces of broken glass. Like everything else about Trinity, their fists are put on display to show their inherent superiority. They walk to the ring and nod expectantly to the referee to open the ropes for them as had been done for Hebi No Rengo. Trinity yells for the ropes to be opened wider and then haughtily step between the ropes.

Vivian Blake: And their opponents, the team of Brooke Cartwright, Aubrianna Powers, and Valentina Skye, TRINITY!!!

Winter Mae: I can’t believe these three are actually here for this.

Kyle Cassidy: It’s amazing what people will agree to if there’s something in it for them.

Winter Mae: What’s in it for them here?

Kyle Cassidy: Glory!



All six women march out to face each other. Hebi No Rengo all look to throw punches simultaneously. Trinity duck and under the attempted strikes and spin into a three-way backfist. Yamamoto, Fujimoto and Kamiya all snap back checking on their faces at the points they were impacted. All three now bleeding from the strikes with the glass-wrapped hands.

Winter Mae: That didn’t take long, all three members of Hebi No Rengo are bleeding already!

Kyle Cassidy: You expected Trinity to get it first? Come on, you had to know those three would look to avoid contact at all costs while also inflicting maximum punishment just for breathing their air.

Winter Mae: Their air?

Kyle Cassidy: That’s how they would see it. It’s a given with Trinity.

Trinity turned and tried for Thesz Presses. Hebi No Rengo jumps into simultaneous dropkicks that each catch aTrinity member in the face in midair. The crowd explodes as all three members of Trinity go down hard. Yamamoto mounts Cartwright. Fujimoto mounts Skye. Kamiya mounts Powers. All three start raining punches down. The crow explodes again at the sight of glass punches coming down on Trinity’s faces.

Winter Mae: Here comes the crowd!

Kyle Cassidy: I mean who doesn’t wanna see this?

Winter Mae: I’m not sure everybody wanted just the carnage…

Kyle Cassidy: This is what these people paid to see!

Blood starts trickling down Cartwright, Skye and Powers’ faces as Hebi No Rengo pound away. Trinity gets their hands up and starts trying to push back. All six roll over, Trinity pulling guard and then rolling into inside cradles.

ONE!

TWO!

Hebi NO RENGO KICK OUT!

Powers and Skye fall back against the ropes, pulling themselves up while Cartwright staggers up in the middle of the ring. Kamiya gets to her feet and snaps off a wicked roundhouse kick to the back of the head on Cartwright. Cartwright goes down hard and Kamiya covers.

ONE!

TWO!

POWERS BREAKS IT UP!

Powers starts to rake her fist across Kamiya’s forehead. Yamamoto clotheslines Powers down from behind. Powers goes down and Yamamoto gets her for an O’Connor roll.

ONE!

TWO!

POWERS KICKS OUT!

Yamamoto is propelled forward into a jumping leg lariat from Skye. Skye rolls up Yamamoto.

ONE!

TWO!

FUJIMOTO MAKES THE SAVE!

Winter Mae: Some of these saves are coming as fast as the hits!

Kyle Cassidy: And they're making the blood really run on everybody!

Winter Mae: Trinity look like they’re almost stewing over that.

Kyle Cassidy: I mean, look at them? How often do they get blood on themselves?

Skye tries to kick back at Fujimoto while Cartwright and Powers move in behind the Japanese woman. Yamamoto and Kamiya spin Cartwright and Powers and they all start trading shots. Fujimoto and Skye start trading as well. Fujimoto ducks a shot and nails Skye, dropping her down. Kamiya knocks Cartwright aside, runs over and hits a baseball slide that sends Skye out to the floor. Yamamoto rakes both sides of Powers’ head and Kamiya comes back for a shotgun dropkick that sends Powers through the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Powers hits the floor and the crowd cheers wildly. Cartwright looks and finds herself surrounded by Hebi No Rengo. Yamamoto and Kamiya move in and hit Orochi Poison on Cartwright. Kamiya covers as Powers comes running in. Yamamoto and Fujimoto catch her for the Snake Bite as the count comes down.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!



Vivian Blake: Here are your winners, HEBI NO RENGO!!!

Winter Mae: Hebi No Rengo got them!

Kyle Cassidy: After a nasty fight!

Winter Mae: That was just…

Kyle Cassidy: Yes it was.

Hebi No Rengo stands tall as we fade!

WINNERS: HEBI NO RENGO
RESULT: PINFALL (SNAKE BITE)

[Kai Morgan]

Backstage in a locker room, we see Maki Megumi in a very comfortable position. She is sitting on the lap of the current Hardcore and still Gateway Champion after the events of night one of Invasion, ISIS.

ISIS: “Ready to squeeze a lemon dry my Archangel? Ironic how life works, huh? Alexis proved a worthy challenger. She couldn’t defy fate. Just like her wife couldn’t defy fate when it came to challenging me for the once vacant Gateway Championship... drive the final nail in the Lemon’s coffin. Send Risa home with nothing. Bring the Queen of Strong Style Champion where it belongs, around your waist.”

Maki Megumi: Yes, My God… I will bring the Queen of Strong Style Champion to us… I will beat that stupid Risa Lemon who thinks she is better than me. And they can't deny they fates when we coming to them. That very cute when she think she will beat me to win the Queen of Strong Style tournament only because she didn't even know I am different from the past. I will show her that she was wrong and it will be her mistake to think she is the winner of this tournament. Lemon is belong to us… my God. It's time to destroy them.

ISIS runs her hands across the waist of Maki.

ISIS: “I can’t wait to see gold wrapped around this gorgeous waist of yours. Think of the OnlyFans content. You only wearing the Queen of Strong Style Championship. Your subscriber base will increase.”

Maki looking at ISIS with her an adorable smile on her face as she let ISIS runs her hands across her waist before Maki biting her lips for it.

Maki Megumi: Maybe I should release new OnlyFans content with the Queen of Strong Style title but other than that what will be our titles celebration, hm~ my God? If me won that title what will be my reward~

Maki put her hands on ISIS's chest as she looking at her like a magic hour for Maki as she sharing her time with her God.


ISIS: “I'll figure something out. Focus on putting Risa in your rearview mirror. And I’ll do the same with Kimberly Williams. From what I know of Kim, hardcore rules is her speciality. Her fellow Queen, Yukiko; is a hardcore specialist as well. In my first match in the hardcore element I became champion. Kim poses a challenge; I won’t deny that. Especially after the battle I had with Alexis last night. I said it once, I’ll say it again. God over Queen. No one in the Queen’s of Chaos can touch me. No. One. All hail to the Queen Killer.”

Maki Megumi:I will not let you down my God, I see you wrestle two nights in a row and I think it very tired I will find I what I can help you in your match tonight after I put Risa down tonight. When she challenge you that she made a mistake and this is time to punish whoever want to fight with us and you are right! No one can touch you my God… No one can better than a God!

ISIS runs a hand through Maki’s hair.

ISIS: “Your loyalty continues to inspire me, my Archangel. Lets go out there and destroy a couple of Queens.”

Maki smile even wider as she hear her God said it to her as she looking at ISIS with the confident in her eyes.

Maki Megumi:Tonight, the Queens will die even in the main event of tonight. All Queens are fallen but the God is standing tall with her archangel tonight.

The scene fades.

[Kai Morgan]

Darrion Hughes: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Darrion Hughes: And it is to crown the INAUGURAL Zion Wrestling QUEEN! OF STRONG STYLE! CHAMPION!



Maki Megumi walks out full of confidence after "Hell In Glass" is played over the entire arena and the arena lights turn red. But Maki didn't seem to care that much before she stopped at the titantron area before spreading her arms and looking up into the sky as fireworks were set off on the entrance ramp and into the arena.

Darrion Hughes: Introducing first…representing The Genesis of Destruction…from Okinawa, Japan…weighing in at 110 lbs…Maki! Megumi!

Amber Westgate: This is it! This is what it all comes down to, Kyle! 16 women were whittled down to just two and those two are raring and ready to throw down to collect this new title!

Kyle Cassidy: This title symbolizes a bold new era of Zion Wrestling! Japanese wrestling has always been respected here, but the Queen of Strong Style Championship will take that respect to new heights! Between these two women, whoever holds this belt by the end of it all should be damn proud!

As Maki heads into the ring without caring about the fans, Maki steps into the ring with confidence before she enters her corner.

Thick mist rolls down the ramp as the camera pans up toward the stage. A massive Aztec temple dominates the available area, and figures can be seen in ancient priestess garb lining the stairs that lead to a stone throne at the pinnacle. There’s a crack of thunder, and the roar of fire as torches spring to life next to each of the women, revealing them to be members of the Queens of Chaos. Zara Ivory, Indi Rosalez, Ayane Nakamura, Alexis Lemon, Jessie Robinson, and Mikaela Callaway flank the staircase, unblinking and unmoving. Standing at the bottom is Erika Haste, holding what appears to be a ceremonial dagger in her hand. She raises it to the sky as a pale spotlight falls upon her, and she faces out towards the crowd.

ERIKA HASTE: Oh ancient Goddess of Discord! We, the Queens of Chaos, beseech thee in this hour! Send forth a warrior for battle! Send forth a Queen with a ferocious spirit, unmatched agility, and impossible strength! I offer you this blood sacrifice, oh ancient Goddess! Hear our plea!

Erika draws the dagger across her palm, turning to throw her hand toward the pyramid. Fire erupts around its base, running up the sides of the stairs towards the peak before engulfing the stone throne in flames! There is the tell-tale roar of a tiger as the flames die down to reveal Risa Lemon… no, to reveal the Super Tiger! She stands from the throne, eyes flickering under her mask as she grins, throwing her head back with a roar before leaping forward from the top of the temple to seemingly fly through the air, landing in a crouch at the base of the monument just behind Erika before “KARATE” by BABYMETAL begins to rip through the speakers of the Rogers Centre!

Darrion Hughes: Making her way to the ring… standing 5 feet tall. Weighing in at 125 lbs, representing the Queens of Chaos, from Chicago, Illinois…

Risa is already making her way down the ramp. Her usual joviality is replaced by hard faced purpose. She marches her way to the ring, only stopping to sign a little girls t-shirt, before leaping up onto the apron from the floor.

Darrion Hughes: Risa Lemon… THE SUUUUUUUUPER TIIIIIIIIIIIIIGER!!!!

She springboards over the top rope, landing in the ring before somersaulting forward to pop to her feet in the center. She stares into the hard cam for a moment, looking out around her at the massive audience of the arena before going to her designated corner to climb the turnbuckle and point out at the crowd, panning her outstretched hand before them. She drops down to the mat, adjusting her mask before testing the ropes as she waits for the bell to ring.



The atmosphere inside the arena crackles with energy as Risa and Maki stare across at each other, ready to determine who will be the first Zion Queen of Strong Style Champion.

Risa strikes first with a rapid series of knife-edged chops, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh drawing the inevitable “Whooo!” from the fans in attendance as the ridge of her hand cracks across Maki’s chest. However, Maki doesn’t move or react and motions for Risa to go again. She doesn’t need a second invitation and delivers a series of machine gun-style chops to Maki’s chest causing it welt up. Risa's precision strikes find their mark, leaving Maki momentarily stunned as she begins to feel the effect. She suddenly screams out and begins chopping Risa with the same fervor and aggression. Risa tries to put a sudden end to the chop battle as she unleashes a spinning back fist, the momentum behind the strike delivering a resounding impact. But Maki battles back with a quick succession of her own precision kicks bookended by a well-executed dropkick that sends Risa reeling into the ropes.

Both wrestlers are relentless in their pursuit of dominance. Maki quickly ascends the turnbuckle with grace and launches herself into the air, executing a breathtaking crossbody that takes Risa down. However, the momentum from the aerial move sends both women careening back to their feet. Maki takes advantage of Risa being temporarily disoriented and jumps onto her shoulders, flipping her with an impressive hurricanrana. She finishes her flurry by grabbing Risa from behind, hooking her arms and lifting her high over her head into a beautiful tiger suplex, also executing a perfect bridging pin. The referee quickly gets down to count.

One…!

Two…!

But Risa is able to wiggle her way out of the bridge, forcing a shoulder off the canvas after the two-count. Risa, undeterred, fights her way back into the match. She counters a charging Maki with an elbow strike, halting her opponent's momentum. She follows up with a European uppercut that sends Maki staggering back, the impact jarring her chin. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, the ebb and flow of this intense battle keeping them enthralled. Maki, proving her resilience, shakes off the blows and retaliates with a jaw-dropping Pele kick. Risa, caught off guard, stumbles, allowing Maki to capitalize further. With a burst of speed, Maki whips Risa into the ropes and gracefully leaps over her, positioning herself directly behind Risa and executes a perfect poisonrana that spikes Risa’s head into the mat that causes the crowd to collectively wince at the sound. The impact and momentum of Risa’s hit hitting the mat causes her to involuntarily sit up for a moment and Maki comes running in, hitting her again, this time with a running single-leg dropkick. Risa falls back, starfished and Maki goes for another cover.

One…!

Two…!

Again though, Risa shows her tenacity by kicking out. Her eyes are widened, slightly glazed as she tries to shake off the cobwebs from Maki’s relentless attacks. She has no time for any respite though as Maki aggressively pulls her to her feet with a handful of hair which the referee is quick to admonish her over. She grabs Risa around the waist and goes for a German suplex but Risa athletically counters, leaping back and landing on her feet directly behind Maki. She catches her completely off-guard, hooking her arms behind her and lowers her into a backslide pin! The referee counts as Maki’s legs flail in the air.

One…!

Two…

Thre…!

No! Maki just manages to kick out at the very last-second after being caught unawares with the flash pin attempt. As Maki pivots around, she’s met with an eye-watering crescent kick to the jaw that sends her head snapping back. Risa follows up, running towards Maki and hits a neck-jarring Canadian Destroyer. Instead of going for a cover attempt though, she transitions into a tight armbar, attempting to force a submission, but Maki showcases her flexibility and determination, managing to reach the ropes and break the hold.

Risa still has momentum on her side though and Maki is clearly still feeling the effects of the Canadian Destroyer and armbar. She quickly climbs out of the ring onto the apron, gripping the top rope in anticipation as Maki gets to her feet. She jumps up, springboarding off the top rope, soaring towards Maki for the “TICK3T PUNCH!” but at the very last second, Maki hits her with “Blind”, the pitch-black mist spraying from her mouth like a plague. The suddenness catches Risa completely unawares, disorienting her completely and she lands awkwardly on the mat, trying to wipe her eyes clean off the mist. Maki takes advantage, hitting her with “Ryo no Ikari” and Risa collapses back like a falling domino. Maki goes for the cover.

One…!

Two…!

Thr…!

Risa kicks out! Whether it's out of pure instinct or adrenaline remains to be seen but the match continues and Maki can’t believe it; she was sure she had won. The tide of battle is ever-changing, both competitors refusing to back down. Risa jadedly climbs to her feet, her eyes narrowed as she slowly manages to regain her vision. Risa launches a series of martial arts kicks aiming for Maki's head. However, Maki is able to evade most of the strikes, showcasing her speed and reflexes. In a moment of pure resilience, Risa absorbs a barrage of counterstrikes from Maki and hits her with a hard DDT. With the match reaching a critical point, Risa keeps going with her second wind, showcasing her high-flying abilities. She scales the turnbuckle, her body poised for flight and she leaps off with a beautifully-executed diving moonsault, landing across Maki’s ribs. She hooks one of Maki’s legs as the referee counts.

One…!

Two…!

But this time it’s Maki’s turn to force the nearfall. Both competitors are pushed to their limits, their determination shining through as they trade submission attempts and nearfalls. Risa locks in a sharpshooter, attempting to force a submission from Maki, but the latter manages to crawl and reach the ropes, securing a break. Maki retaliates with a ground-and-pound assault, her forearms crashing down on Risa, a relentless barrage. The crowd roars with each strike, caught up in the raw intensity of the moment.

As the in-ring action continues to intensify, Risa is successful this time in hitting her "TICK3T PUNCH” springboard forearm smash, leaving Maki stunned. With Maki dazed and disoriented, Risa pulls out all the stops and the "Tiggynado”.

The impact is seismic, a deafening thud that reverberates through the ring. Risa seizes the moment, quickly hooking Maki's leg for the pin, the referee sliding into position.

One…!

Two…!

Thre-!

No! The crowd erupts into a deafening roar as Maki summons the strength to kick out just before the referee's hand hits the mat for the third time. It's a display of sheer resilience, and the arena is vibrating with energy. Risa's face reflects a mixture of surprise and determination. She knows she needs to dig even deeper. Both competitors rise to their feet, fatigue written all over their faces, but their spirits unbroken. The crowd is on its feet, swept up in the electrifying drama of this monumental contest to declare an inaugural Queen of Strong Style.

The back-and-forth continues, neither willing to relent. Maki, fueled by the near fall, strikes with a ferocious spinning heel kick. The connection is thunderous, and Risa staggers. Maki seizes the moment and floors her with the "Kiss of Death." Maki this time goes for the pin!

One…!

Two…!

Thre…!

NO! This time Risa kicks out of Maki’s one of finishing moves! Maki, the crowd, even the referee can’t quite believe it. Maki’s stunned expression shifts to one of anger and she yanks Risa back to her feet angrily, pulling her for another “Kiss of Death”. However, Risa displays her incredible ring awareness, rolling through the Swinging STO and she counters with a series of well-timed elbow strikes to Maki’s temple. The crowd feels the intensity, every blow echoing in the arena. Maki fights back though with a blistering Yakuza kick straight to Risa’s face.

The struggle is reaching its zenith, both warriors pushing the boundaries of what they thought possible. Risa attempts "Kyoto Catastrophe," but Maki counters, twisting her body mid-air, and drives Risa down with a slingblade. It's a breathtaking exchange, showcasing the adaptability and skill of these fierce competitors. Maki goes for a cover as the referee gets into position.

One…!

Two…!

Another nearfall though as Risa refuses to back down. She rallies, her heart aflame with the desire to emerge victorious. Maki tries to keep her down, hammering her with a series of strikes but Risa fights through it, grabbing her. She spins her and pulls her into the Lemon Zest, driving her knee hard into Maki’s face. She herself momentarily collapses to her knees but the crowd wills her on. Summoning her last reserves of strength, she climbs to the top rope and leaps, her body twisting gracefully in the air. She connects with the "Flight of the Tiger MK1", and the impact shakes the very foundation of the ring. Risa quickly goes for the pin, her heart pounding in her chest.

One…!

The anticipation is agonizingly intense.

Two…!

The crowd is on the edge of their seats, breaths held in unison.

Thre—!

No! Maki kicks out! The arena explodes, an eruption of amazement and disbelief. Maki has somehow, against all odds, found the resilience to kick out of Risa's Frog Splash. The battle rages on, and both competitors are now running on sheer willpower. Risa, her eyes ablaze with determination, forces herself to her feet. The adrenaline pumps through her veins, giving her a renewed sense of vigor. Seizing the moment, Risa ascends the turnbuckle once more. She takes flight again, her body soaring through the air in a breathtaking display of athleticism. As Maki jadedly gets to her feet, Risa inverts herself, coming down and connecting with "Swan Song”. It’s an awe-inspiring sight, a moment frozen in time as she hurtles toward Maki, executing the maneuver flawlessly. The impact is nothing short of seismic, the crowd’s collective gasp almost drowned out by the thud of Maki’s head hitting the mat.

Risa hooks Maki's leg, her heart pounding, knowing that this is her moment.

One…!

Two…!

The crowd is on the edge of their seats, the suspense palpable.

Three!!!



Darrion Hughes: The winner of this match…and the INAUGURAL Zion Wrestling QUEEN! OF STRONG STYLE! CHAMPION!...RISA! LEMON!

Amber Westgate: What a match, and what a way to crown a new champion!

Kyle Cassidy: And what a new champion she is, Amber! Risa Lemon came up here with all the pomp and circumstance of a winner, and she aced it! Give it up for the Queen of Strong Style Champion!

Lemon celebrates in the ring, with all the QoC members that accompanied her in her entrance climbing into the ring and raising her on their shoulders as we fade!

WINNER: RISA LEMON (#ANDNEW)
RESULT: PINFALL (SWAN SONG)

[Kai Morgan]

Amber Westgate: Before get on with our next match, it is indeed true that our tour of Canada will continue past tonight! Last night, Mayhem announced Mayhem: Hardwired going on October 30th! But that same week on November 3rd, Fusion all comes back with our special, Fusion Bloodsport III, taking place in Montreal, Quebec!

[Kai Morgan]

The lights go out in the arena, as the camera pans up to the screen where the music video is playing. A voice comes as the intro is playing to the song, and two shadows are seen standing in the entrance way. Smoke billowed down from the rafters, as the voice screams out.

“Let’s Go!”

Pyro goes off the two women step out, Kaya is shown with a L on her forehead taunting the fans, as Lilith stands at the top of the ramp. Kaya then looks at Lilith laughing as she high fives her as she passes behind her. Lilith goes over to the other side, while kaya stayed in the middle. She gives the L sign, then returns back to the middle. The two then start the walk down to the ring, teasing the fans as they walked on either side. Kaya gets a flower offered to her which she takes and bites on. Lilith laughs, They get to the bottom of the ramp.

It doesn't hurt me
Do you want to feel how it feels?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making?
You
It's you and me

Kaya swings around one side, while Lilith goes to the other. The flower Kaya was given gets tossed into the crowd. While Lilith on the other side taunts the fans. Lilith climbs into the ring and stands in the middle while Kaya hops over the top rope, sliding in front of her. The ring announcer looks at the two of them, as Kaya points at them.

Vivian Blake: The following tag team contest…is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Vivian Blake: Introducing first…representing The Queens of Chaos…from Dallas, Texas at a Combined weight of 228 lbs…Kaya & Lilith Parker…The! Deathriders!

Winter Mae: The Queens ride again.

Kyle Cassidy: They better watch it with the Best In The World!

Winter Mae: Really?

Kyle Cassidy: Have you watched Kasey Kash? The man is exactly what he says he is!

Kaya stands up moving to her sister’s right, backing into a corner, sitting on the top turnbuckle while Lilith backs into the corner so they can watch while their opponents arrive. The two throw their jackets and such over, along with their hats just to get ready.



As The Deathriders pace around the ring, some eerie music begins to play throughout the PA system in place, then after about ten seconds the energetic drums and guitars begin to play, as the letters “D, R, E, A, M” begin to flash on the titantron.

That goes on for another twenty seconds as the lights dim and a figure walks out onto the stage as the opening lyrics of “Dragula” kick in.

“Dead I am the one, Exterminating son. Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze”

Then the drums and guitar kicks in again, he looks around at the crowd and holds his arms out wide, getting a positive reaction from the crowd in attendance as another shadowy figure walks out next to him on the stage as the next line is being said.

“Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry. While they slowly turn, conquering the worm”

And as the chorus kicks in the lights hit and a spotlight hits the stage, and we see Kasey Kash and Nicky Crawford wearing matching ‘D.R.E.A.M.” t-shirts. They give each other a fist bump before making their way down the ramp, Kasey jumping up and down before high fiving the fans down the ramp, as Nicky walks down the ramp, high fiving the fans before reaching the end of the ramp, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he tries to shake the cobwebs off.

Vivian Blake: And introducing their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of Four Hundred and Fifty Pounds… They are the team of “Stronger Than Death” Nicky Crawford… “The Resident Asshole” Kasey Kash… THEY… ARE… ‘D.R.E.A.M.’!

As the announcement is made, Kasey is walking around the ringside area, high fiving everyone as the cameras catch what his face paint actually looks like, and is in the style of Twisty the Clown from American Horror Story. They make their way to the ring and jump in, drilling both Parkers from behind. The referee calls for the bell as the two sisters both fall away and roll out to the floor.

Winter Mae: Things starting early here!

Kyle Cassidy: They should have seen that coming!

Winter Mae: They didn’t expect that kind of…

Kyle Cassidy: Then they haven’t been paying attention to Kasey Kash at all!

Kasey and Nicky both jump out at the Deathriders, Kasey crashing down onto Kaya while Nicky comes down on Lilith. Nicky grabs Lilith and gives her a stun gun onto the barricade. She hits hard and snaps back clutching at her throat.

Winter Mae: That was just…

Kyle Cassidy: Again, Nicky loves fighting outside and taking things hardcore. You had to see this coming!

Winter Mae: How is this legal?

Kyle Cassidy: The bell hasn’t rung yet!

Kasey moves in on Kaya and eats a kick to the oysters. Kasey doubles over and Kaya hooks his head, dropping him into a ddt on the floor. Kaya pops up and dives into the ring. She runs across and dives out onto Nicky, sending him crashing into the barricade. Lilith staggers up and both Parkers angrily grab Nicky. They toss him into the ring and follow in as the bell finally sounds.



Kaya jumps onto Nicky for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NICKY KICKS OUT!

Kaya reaches back and tags in Lilith. The Parkers grab Nicky’s legs and make a wish. Nicky cries out in pain as Lilith drops an elbow, holding for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NICKY KICKS OUT!

Winter Mae: The Deathnriders seem to have stepped it up just in time for things to count!

Kyle Cassidy: They got smart and fought fire with fire!

Winter Mae: I’m sure Kasey Kash feels that right now.

Kyle Cassidy: I think any man would!

Lilith tags on Kaya and they set Nicky up for a Hart Attack. Kaya covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THr-NO!

NICKY GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Kasey climbs up in their corner and calls out to Nicky. Kaya grins at him and then puts up the L on her forehead. Nicky rolls her up from behind.

ONE!

TWO!

KAYA KICKS OUT!

Kaya makes the tag to Lilith. Lilith slingshots herself into a flying clothesline. Lilith drops a leg and then covers.

ONE!

TWO!

KASEY MAKES THE SAVE!

Lilith tries to knock Kasey away and walks into an exploder suplex. Kaya comes in and walks into another exploder suplex. Lilith gets back up and Kasey hits Fuck You And All Your Friends. Lilith goes down hard. Kaya comes at him and Kasey runs to the ropes for teh Canberra Collapse. Nicky throws an arm over Lilith as Kasey goes back to their corner.

ONE!

TWO!

LILITH KICKS OUT!

Nicky staggers up and Kaya tries to grab his ankle. Nicky kicks her away and tags Kasey. Kasey comes in and hits No Pressure on Kaya. Lilith staggers up and pulls an inside cradle on kasey.

ONE!

TWO!

KASEY KICKS OUT!

Kasey jumps up and hits the Lucker Stomp before Lilith can get up.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!



Vivian Blake: The winners of this match…D.R.E.A.M.!!

Winter Mae: Kasey got her!

Kyle Cassidy: I told you, Best. In. The. World.

Winter Mae: He got one for that tonight.

Kyle Cassidy: He usually does.

Kasey and Nicky celebrate, the two having their arms raised together to Kennedy as we fade!

WINNERS: D.R.E.A.M.
RESULT: PINFALL (LUCKER STOMP)

[Kai Morgan]

The Rogers Center still had the buzz from night one of Invasion, and the high had only been building as night two continued on. While a lot of the rosters had been chatty on social media, Miguel Ortiz had chosen to take a bit of a silence from it as he prepared to face off against Yukiko Kusanagi. Normally a man of word and action, for a couple of days, he had decided that he wanted to think of his next words carefully. Not out of fear of Kusanagi but simply because he wanted to make sure they rang clear as day for anyone that heard them. The Mauler of the Void was backstage after the latest match, none of The Void with him, and a somewhat stoic look on his face as he stared down at the camera.

Miguel Ortiz: Yukiko Kusanagi. For weeks you’ve played the part of a fool rather well for someone that is supposed to be as revered in aspects of this business as you are. Business that didn’t involve you was handled, and you decided to retaliate when it was clear that not all of it went how you wanted it to.

Miguel paused for a second as he shook his head before continuing.

Miguel Ortiz: You essentially threw a temper tantrum, Yukiko. As an adult at that…it’s pathetic.

Ortiz began to pace back and forth a little, seemingly gathering his thoughts for the moment before he glanced at the camera again.

Miguel Ortiz: Everyone focuses on how your brother was involved in this; they focus on how we’re the “bad guys” in this. They don’t bother wanting to even mention that You’re. No. Better.

The Puerto Rican shook his head before wiping his hand down his face, a glare coming to his face.

Miguel Ortiz: You almost maimed Ed. You went after mi hermana, Solana. And then you made the worst mistake you could have made when dealing with me.

Ortiz stopped pacing, and whoo boy…if looks could kill would be the expression that came to mind with his expression. His voice was lower, angrier as he spoke again.

Miguel Ortiz: You went after mi amor, mi esposa. Coming after Aerynn was your stupidest decision by far, Kusanagi. You’re not just getting the Mauler tonight…no, not by a long shot. I hope you’re prepared for what you’ve unleashed, Kusanagi because you’re going to be lucky if you walk out of this arena thanks to your decisions. Tonight, this ends.

Miguel sneered at the camera before he turned on his heel and walked off, the bottom of his entrance jacket whopping the air behind him. Tonight, he was done with the games, done with his family being terrorized. Tonight, he was going to end it.



The camera begins to roll. We open inside of an empty warehouse. Footsteps are heard getting closer and closer; eventually we spot none other than the reigning SCW Underground Champion, Kimberly Williams, entering the scene from the right. The Woman Scorned is wearing a high waist plaid green mini skirt, a matching plaid jacket over a solid green top, and perched atop black patent leather high heel pumps. Her long red hair is left unrestrained to flow to past the shoulders. She has her SCW Underground Championship title belt wrapped around her waist and the HKW Bloodlust Championship title belt draped over her right shoulder. The Queen of the Death Match has a smirk plastered across her face.

“You know what I’ve been hearing nonstop lately? I hear that big dumb kaiju ripoff ISIS claiming to be some fucking deity and she has these little twerps following her around that she calls ‘angels’ or some shit like that. You know what I see? I see Jim Jones. I see a couple of idiots with no self-respect, no self-esteem, and really not enough brains in their tiny little craniums to figure out that they are being duped by a snake-oil saleswoman. You know what I see? I see bad comedy.” Kimberly chuckles softly. “Actually, maybe Jim Jones isn’t the best comparison. I mean, Jim Jones was crazy enough to follow through with his bullshit. But you, ISIS, when the going gets tough you will fold just like every other con artist in this damn business. And at the end of the day, that is your weakness. That is the chink in your armor. People think you are a spectacle, that you are something special.” The Woman Scorned shakes her head.

“That is a damn lie. You know it is a lie, ISIS, and that’s the purpose behind your little followers isn’t it? You need to hide the fact that you are not special whatsoever. You know how many times I have taken on a cult leader, a gang, or a god in my thirteen years as a professional wrestler? Too many to count. You know how many of them I have maimed and left for dead at my feet? Each and every one of them. You are no different from any other egomaniac in this business who decided he or she is bigger than the sport. The only difference is that you call yourself a god and they call themselves something else. But its the same damn thing I see way too often in this business; some egomaniac with delusions of grandeur surrounds herself with lackeys whose careers are in such a fucking state of misery that they really have nothing else to do but follow you around like a lost little puppy.” Kim glares nastily with a hint of evil in her eyes.

“Your little puppies are about to lose their master. Normally I am a happy go lucky little psychopath but this time its different. Do you see a smile on my face right now?” She shakes her head. “No smiles…none of that shit…because this Invasion, this Hardcore Championship Match, it is different. You keep yapping your trap on and on about how a god is better than a queen. Blah, blah, blah!” Williams rolls her eyes. “Yeah! We get it! We heard you the first thousand times you said that on Fusion, Mayhem, and Social Media! Please, for the love of God, think of something unique to say instead of saying the same god damn thing over and over again like a broken fucking record! That’s another weakness of yours, ISIS. You get such god damn tunnel vision that you cannot even fathom the possibility that things might be different from the way you perceive them. You get this one idea in your head and you believe that’s all there is to it. And that tunnel vision has led you to believe that you have Kimberly Williams figured out.” She shakes her head.

“Sorry, ISIS, but you don’t know a damn thing about me. The great fans of ZION and those on this roster do not know me, at least not all of me. Even my stablemates, the Queens of Chaos, they have only met one Kimberly Williams. ISIS, ZION, the Queens, all of you have just met the fun loving, wild and crazy Kimmy! That’s the Kim you know. But there is a Kim you do not know, there is a Kim you have not had the pleasure to meet. It is my own personal demon…my devil, if you will. I have kept this demon locked up in the darkness, refusing to let it out because I know the lows I will stoop if I ever let it out. I know just how far I am willing to go if I bring back that darkness.” The Woman Scorned sighs. “I haven’t gone to that darkness to confront my demon since 2016.” Kim shakes her head.

“You can call me a Queen all you want, ISIS, but the fact is you’re wrong. You’re dead wrong. Am I member of the Queens of Chaos? Yes. Do I belong, by blood, to one of wrestling’s royal families? Yes. But I’ve never considered myself royalty. This darkness that once consumed me, it damn near brought an end to my mother’s career and it damn near brought an end to my own twin sister’s life. That’s the depths I go when I find myself in that darkness. That darkness is beyond simply chaos…it is pure and simply evil. And I have kept that evil, that darkness, bottled up deep down in my heart and soul, locked away to never again see the light of day. I truly believed that no one deserved to face that monster ever again.” She points a finger at the camera.

“But you do deserve it, ISIS. Every bit of evil that I can dish out, you deserve it. So I am embracing that darkness for one night only. I am returning to that dark place for one night only. And I know that I will have to do that in order to do what needs to be done, in order to maim you, wreck you, and ultimately destroy your fucking fake ass claim to be a god. I know I have to do that in order to expose you as the fraud that you are. And I know that I will do all of that. I know that I will maim you, wreck you, and expose you. I know that by embracing that darkness I will become the new Hardcore Champion.” Kim shrugs her shoulders. “What I do not know is that when I am done, when I have left you in a bloody heap, if I will be able to return from that dark place?” A look of determination forms on her face. “But that is a risk I am willing to take!”

Williams shuts her eyes. “As I prepare to walk into Toronto to challenge for the Hardcore Championship, I think about my heritage, my legacy, specifically my mother. My mother is a thirteen time former World Champion and she, like ISIS, called herself a goddess. But my mom was not at her best when she called herself a god. When she was in that mindset of a god she was always arrogant, overconfident, and tended to make mistakes, the kind of mistakes ISIS will make by underestimating me. The kind of mistakes I will take advantage of at Invasion. When my mom was at her best was when she considered herself…The Dragon.” Finally a smile returns to her face. “And that’s when it hit me! That darkness that I have hid from for so long, that evil I have run from, that I have kept bottled up, it is my family legacy. The legacy of my family, The Dragon, it has been to do the things that no one else could do, to conquer the unconquerable, to make possible that which was once viewed as impossible.” Kim points a finger at the camera.

“ISIS, you think you are unbeatable. You have created this presence, this aura about you, as if beating you is impossible. But I know I can do it. I can do it because I am The Dragon. And this Dragon will burn your fraudulent cult to the fucking ground.”

[Kai Morgan]

Darrion Hughes: The following contest…is for the Zion Wrestling HARDCORE! CHAMPIONSHIP!



The arena goes completely dark. Suddenly flames start erupting from the stage like pillars going up high into the sky as Reign of the Targaryens begins to play. Flags of the House Targaryen drop down from all sides of the arena. While this is happening, a spotlight shines down onto the stage showing a figure ascending from beneath the stage, seemingly from hell itself, coming to a stop. We see that this is Kimberly Williams, draped in an all black robe. Her hair, which is ordinarily red, has been dyed black, which symbolizes her return to her more evil, more sinister side. Slowly but surely The Reign of the Targaryens quits playing but the flames still keep flaring up. The opening chords to “Patient Number 9” by Ozzy Osbourne begin to play. A haunting voice is heard…

"Is there a way out of here?"
"Hey, how long have you been here?"
"I wanna go home"
"Hey, hahaha"
"Hahaha"
"Excuse me, could you tell me how to get out of here?"
"Hahaha"
"I want to go home"
"Hahaha"
"Mommy, mommy"

The song begins to rage full bore now. Instead of her usual, sinister grin, or a look of mischief, a stone cold stoic glare is etched across Kimberly’s face as she marches down the entrance ramp making her way towards the ring. Williams rounds a corner and then ascends the steel steps and steps up onto the ring apron. Kim enters the ring through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring. She takes off her black regal robe revealing her now all black ring gear, matching her darker presence tonight.



The lights go out. 'Bad' by Royal Deluxe begins to play. A single spotlight shines over the entrance. Inside the spotlight Isis has her back turned to the camera. She turns around. Flexes. Holds her pose for a couple of seconds. Then she saunters down to the ring with the spotlights following her. Upon reaching the ring she walks up the ring steps, walks across the apron. She signals for the referee to come over to open the ropes. The ref obliges. She walks to the center of the ring, awaiting her are three full length mirrors. The lights in the arena come alive. Isis turns around to look at herself in the mirror. She flexes to her heart's content admiring what a physical specimen she is. She turns around, drops to the mat, performs push ups in a manner where she is simply showing off. Isis walks over to the turnbuckle, she leans back as she watches people remove the mirrors from the ring. She remains there until the match starts.

Darrion Hughes: Introducing first, the challenger…representing The Queens of Chaos…from Boston, Massachusetts…weighing in at 120 lbs…Kimberly! Williams!

And her opponent…representing The Genesis of Destruction…from Chicago, Illinois…weighing in at 160 lbs…she is the Zion Wrestling Gateway…and HARDCORE! CHAMPION!...ISIS!

Amber Westgate: 25 wins…0 losses…489 days spent undefeated. From the moment she stepped into Zion Wrestling to right now!

Adam LaRue: It could all come tumbling down here! Kimberly Williams could be the one to put a stop to it all! Ladies and gentlemen, I think you’re seeing the best possible chance to put an end to ISIS’ reign of terror!



Williams just stares at not in full condition in ISIS who just beat her Queens of Chaos's mate last night as Williams had confidence in herself that she can take the Zion Hardcore Champion away from the God as finally the referee rings the bell! As Williams not wasting her time as she rushing into ISIS and pushing the God into the corner and Williams just kicking hard right to ISIS's midsection sending ISIS sitting down in the corner and Williams following by stomping to ISIS over and over again and then she choking ISIS as she grabbing the rope to using it help to choke ISIS who breathless now! Williams got away from the corner as she put her hands up as Maki Megumi who just had a match with another Queens of Chaos member just yelling at the referee before she goes to checking on her God while Williams smirks and walking to the opposite corner before rushing in with full speed and slide kick right to Megumi's face! Megumi falling down to the floor and holding her face in pain as Williams get back to her feets and grabbing ISIS's hair and pulls ISIS back to her feets and slapping right to ISIS's face before whips ISIS to the opposite corner and Williams charges into the corner and Williams connects with a Clotheslines! But ISIS dodged! Sending Williams crashing with the turnbuckle! Making Williams staggering away from the corner and ISIS grabbing Williams's waist from behind and ISIS connects with a German Suplex! But Williams landing to her feets and grabbing on ISIS's arm and turning her around before Williams connects with a kick hard right to ISIS's guts sending ISIS falling down to her knees and Williams running towards the rope and hitting the rope back and Williams connects with a Scissors Kick! Sending ISIS down to the mat! But before Williams can cover for ISIS, Megumi just grabs her God's ankles and pulls ISIS out from the ring to save her God. As Megumi checking on ISIS as she slowly pulling her God back to her feets but Williams running towards the rope and hitting the rope back and through over the middle rope connects with a Suicide Dive! But Megumi is pushing ISIS away and taking it all by herself!

Williams got away from the body of Megumi but before she could do anything ISIS just grabbed her from behind and ISIS sent Williams into the barricade! Williams collapse down to the floor and ISIS grabbing Williams's hair and pulling Williams back to her feets before ISIS sending Williams back into the ring and ISIS following back into the ring and ISIS stomping down to Williams and ISIS use her foot pressing Williams's head against the mat before she stomping hard on Williams's head! Before ISIS flexing her muscle as the crowd booing her while Megumi clapping her hands for her God as ISIS smirks as she looking at her archangel before she turning around back to Williams and ISIS walking closer to kneeling Williams but as she got closer to her opponent Williams just punching right to ISIS's midsection it making ISIS stumbling back away from her and Williams running towards the rope and hitting the rope back and Williams connects with a Dropkick! Sending ISIS down to the mat! Williams grabbing ISIS's leg up and locking her in Figure Four Leg Lock! But Megumi was grabbing her God's wrist and dragging her closer to the rope as ISIS can grab the rope! The referee counts as Williams still locking ISIS in the Figure Four Leg Lock as the referee starts to count Williams out again! Williams let's ISIS's legs go as Williams walking closer to the rope as she looking down at Megumi who walks away from her as Megumi who shrugs her shoulders as she walking to the timekeeper area and looking back at Williams who stares at her and Williams slowly turning around to ISIS and grabbing ISIS's hair and pulling ISIS back to her feets but ISIS pushing Williams away as Williams coming back to her only for ISIS counters with a Discus Lariat! Sending Williams down to the mat! And ISIS goes down for hooking Williams's legs up for covers!

ONE…!

TW-...!

NO! Williams kicking out at one and a half! ISIS get back to her feets and stomping down to Williams before ISIS mounting on top of Williams and raining her fist right to Williams's face as she punching right to Williams's face over and over again. Before ISIS get back to her feets and ISIS grabbing Williams's hair and pulls Williams back to her feets and ISIS sending Williams into the turnbuckle and ISIS charges into the corner and ISIS connects with a Splash! Bumping Williams into the corner! ISIS dragging Williams away from the corner and lifting Williams over her shoulder but Williams struggling and slipping to the behind of ISIS and Williams pushing her away before ISIS turning around back to Williams but Williams counters with a Roundhouse Kick! Kick to ISIS's head sending ISIS falling down to her knees. And Williams running over to the rope and she hitting the rope back and connects with an Enzuigiri! Right to ISIS's head sending ISIS down to the mat! Williams grabbing ISIS's hair and pulls ISIS back to her feets and Williams whips ISIS into the corner and Williams charges into the corner and Williams connects with a Clotheslines! Bumps Williams into the corner before Williams dragging ISIS away from the corner and Williams grabbing on ISIS's waist and Williams connects with a German Suplex! ISIS's head hitting with the turnbuckle hard! Sending ISIS collapse down to the mat! As the crowd cheering Williams louder as they know ISIS is not strong like night one as Williams grabbing ISIS's hair and pulls ISIS back to her feets and taking ISIS back to the middle of the ring and Williams grabbing on ISIS's waist and lifting her up and connects with a Release German Suplex! Sending ISIS down to the mat! Williams grabbing ISIS's hair and pulling ISIS back to her feets again and Williams grabbing ISIS’s leg and Williams connects with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip sending ISIS down to the mat! And Williams goes down to grabbing ISIS’s leg and hooking up as her shoulders down to the mat! And the referee begins to count!

ONE…!

TW-...!

NO! ISIS kicking out at one and a half! Maki Megumi was clapping her hands as she hitting the apron to cheers her God up as Williams stares at her as Megumi was taunting her making Williams get back to her feets and walking towards her and Williams leaning down and grabbing on Megumi's hair and pulling Megumi up to the apron as Megumi screamed out as before the referee coming to separate them as Williams smirks before get back to ISIS but she meet a Discus Lariat! Sending Williams down to the mat! Before ISIS grabbing Williams's hair and pulling Williams back to her feets again and whips Williams to the corner but Williams reverses as she grabs ISIS's arm as Williams looks to put ISIS down to the mat as she locks ISIS's arm with the Armbar and looks to transition to the Triangle Lancer! But ISIS punched right to Williams's midsection! Making Williams stumble back away from her and let her arm go. As ISIS runs towards the rope and hits the rope back and connects with a Discus Lariat! But Williams ducks under it and grabs ISIS from behind and Williams counters with a German Suplex! Sending ISIS down to the mat! ISIS roll away from Williams as much as possible as Megumi helping to pulling her God out of the ring but Williams notices this as she running over to the rope and hitting the rope back and jumping over through the middle rope and Williams connects with a Suicide Dive! Diving into Megumi and ISIS sending them both down to the concrete floor! The crowd cheering Williams louder as Williams smiled widened as she grabbing on ISIS's hair and whips ISIS back to the ring and Williams following ISIS back into the ring and Williams grabbing ISIS's hair and pulling ISIS back to her feets and whips ISIS into the corner and Williams charges into the corner but meets a boot to her face by ISIS and making Williams staggering back away from the corner and falling down to her knee as she slowly raises back to her feets as ISIS rushing at her but Williams catching ISIS and connects with a Capture Suplex! Sending ISIS down to the mat!

Seeing ISIS down, Williams decides to get started with making things extra hardcore! She leaves the ring and goes under the apron, grabbing a bag from underneath! She spills the contents of the bag onto the canvas in the ring. It’s thumbtacks…AND broken glass!

Amber Westgate: Well, this can only end spectacularly!

Adam LaRue: Do I sense a bit of sarcasm there?

Williams gets ISIS to her feet, before dropping her right down on the tacks and glass with a Pedrigee! She gets on top of her for a Victory Roll type Pin!

ONE…!

TWO…!

Kick out by ISIS, but Williams still has the legs! She uses them, turning ISIS around and getting her into a Liontamer on top of the sharp objects! ISIS tries to crawl through the tacks and glass to get to the ropes, but it’s no use! She eventually pushes back, sending Williams to the mat off the strength of her legs.

Williams slowly gets back to her feets and grabs ISIS's hair and pulls ISIS back to her feets and whips ISIS into the corner before Williams charges into the corner and Williams connects with a Clotheslines! But ISIS ducks under it! Sending Williams bumping into the corner making Williams staggering away the corner! ISIS grabbing Williams's waist and ISIS connects with a German Suplex! And ISIS pulling Williams back to her feets as she is still holding on her waist and connects with another German Suplex! Before ISIS pulls Williams back to her feets again and ISIS connects with another German Suplex for the third time! Sending Williams down to the mat! ISIS grabs Williams's hair and pulls Williams back to her feets and whips Williams into the corner and ISIS charges into the corner and ISIS connects with a Splash! Bumping Williams into the corner and ISIS dragging Williams away from the corner and ISIS connects with Exploder Suplex! Sending Williams down to the mat! ISIS grabs Williams' hair and pulls Williams back to her feets and ISIS whips Williams to the rope but Williams reverses and pulls ISIS in and Williams counters with a Roundhouse Kick! Kick to ISIS's head sending ISIS down to her knee! Williams runs over to the rope and hits the rope back and Williams connects with a Dropkick! Kick right to ISIS's face sending ISIS down to the mat! Williams grabs ISIS's hair and pulls ISIS back to her feets and whips ISIS into the rope and Williams charges into the corner and connects with another Dropkick! Sending ISIS's back hitting the turnbuckle! Making ISIS staggering away from the corner and Williams connects with another Dropkick! Sending ISIS down to the mat! Williams grabs ISIS's hair and pulls ISIS back to her feets and connects with a Morrigan's Wrath, a Superkick! Right to ISIS's jaws! Sending ISIS down to the mat! And Williams goes to cover ISIS as the referee begins to count!

ONE…!

TWO…!

NO! ISIS kicking out at two! Williams shaking her head before Williams mounting on top of ISIS and raining her face right onto ISIS's face over and over again before Williams grabbing ISIS's hair and pulling ISIS back to her feets and whips ISIS into the corner and Williams charges into the corner but meet a boot right to her face making Williams staggering back to the middle of the ring and ISIS counters with a Discus Lariat! Sending Williams down to the mat! ISIS stomps down to Williams before grabbing her hair and pulling Williams back to her feets and whips Williams into the corner and ISIS charges into the corner and ISIS connects with a Splash! Bumping Williams into the corner before ISIS dragging Williams away from the corner and back to the middle of the ring but Williams pushing her away before Williams counters with another Morrigan's Wrath, a Superkick! But ISIS catches her feets before releasing and counters with a Discus Lariat! But Williams ducks under it and grabs ISIS around her waist and Williams counters with a Release German Suplex! But ISIS landing to her feets behind Williams as ISIS grabs Williams from behind and ISIS counters with a Cobra Clutch Slam! Slamming Williams down to the mat! ISIS grabbing Williams's hair and pulling Williams back to her feets again and ISIS whips Williams into the corner and ISIS charges into the corner and ISIS connects with a Splash! Sending Williams bumping into the corner and ISIS running over to the rope while Williams staggering away from the corner and ISIS hitting the rope back ISIS connects with a Bicycle Kick! Right to Williams's face! Sending Williams down to the mat! ISIS not enough she heard the crowd booing her heavily but ISIS doesn't care she is leaning down and grabbing Williams's hair and pulling Williams back to her feets and ISIS connects with a Welcome to Dystopia, An One Arm Powerbomb! Slamming Williams down to the mat! Before ISIS folding her legs over Williams's own head as the referee begins to count again!

ONE…!

TWO…!

THRE-...!

But Williams kicked out at the last seconds! ISIS's face clearly she was absolutely shock and frustration as she can't put this match away as she flipping Williams over and grabbing her hair and slamming Williams on the canvas over and over again before ISIS grabbing Williams's hair and pulling Williams back to her feets but Williams fight back as she punching right to ISIS's face over and over again before Williams running towards the rope and connects with a Dropkick! Sending ISIS falling over the top rope down to the concrete floor! Megumi comes to check on her as Williams goes outside and following ISIS as she looks down to Meguni, Williams was grabbing Megumi's hair before sending Megumi to the barricade! Megumi collapse down to the floor and then Williams turning over to ISIS and grabbing ISIS's hair and pulls ISIS back to her feets and Williams whips ISIS into the corner and charges into the corner and connects with a Dropkick sending ISIS's back hitting the turnbuckle before Williams dragging ISIS away from the corner and whips ISIS to the rope as ISIS hitting the rope back only for she meet a Dropkick right to her face by Williams! Sending ISIS down to the mat! But before Williams can do the damage to ISIS more than this Megumi just climbing up to the apron and yelling to Williams but Williams walking closer to her only before knocking Megumi down to the apron! Megumi falling down to the floor! Williams walks back to ISIS and grabs ISIS's hair and pulls ISIS back to her feets and Williams whips ISIS to the rope again but ISIS reverses and whips Williams to the rope and Williams hitting the rope back ISIS connects with a Discus Lariat! But Williams ducks under it! And Williams grabs ISIS's arm and pulls her, turning around and Williams connects with a Morrigan's Wrath, a Superkick! Kick right to ISIS's jaw, sending ISIS down to the mat! And Williams goes to the corner and climbs over the top rope and she slowly raises up on the top rope and Williams connects with a Chaos Theory, a Phoenix Splash! But Megumi grabbed ISIS's ankle and pulled her out of the ring just in time before Williams landed right to ISIS! Williams crashing on the mat! She yells out as the crowd boos her.

Williams staring at both of Megumi and ISIS as they whispering to each other Williams slowly get back to her feets and running over to the rope and hitting the rope back and she looking to throughout from the middle rope with a Suicide Dive! But ISIS counters with a Bicycle Kick! Bicycle Kick to knock the wind out of Williams who knocks out on between the rope and ISIS sliding back into the ring and dragging Williams back to middle of the ring and ISIS whips Williams into the corner before ISIS charges into the corner and ISIS connects with a Splash! Bumping Williams into the corner! And before ISIS dragging Williams back to the middle of the ring before ISIS running over to the rope and hitting the rope back as ISIS looking to connect with a Missile Dropkick but as ISIS running over back to her Williams counters with a Morrigan's Wrath, a Superkick! Right to ISIS's face sending ISIS down to the mat! As Williams goes into the corner and she calling and taunting ISIS to get back to her feets as ISIS still stunning and exhausted from both night as she not in her fully condition now as ISIS slowly get back to her feets and Williams ready to running off the corner but the crowd booing even more as they see Eden Sterling and Hana Kaneko on the ramp as they stopping at it. Williams was confused as she saw them but they didn't do anything but as Williams walked to the middle of the ring Megumi grabbed her from behind and turned her around to meet a Blind, a Black Mist! Right to Williams's face! And Megumi hitting a Ryo no Ikari, a Superkick! Right to Williams's face before she rolls out from the ring and re-group with others on the ramp as Williams slowly gets back to her feets only to meet a Bicycle Kick! Right to her face nearly took a head out of her! ISIS grabs Williams back to her feets and connects with a Welcome to Dystopia, an One Arm Powerbomb! Slamming Williams down to the mat and ISIS folding Williams's legs up for covers as the referee begins to count!

ONE…!

TWO…!

THREE!!



Darrion Hughes: The winner of this match…and STILL Zion Wrestling HARDCORE! CHAMPION!...ISIS!

Amber Westgate: Somehow, some way, ISIS managed to pull it off!

Adam LaRue: Yeah, and that somehow and some way goes by the name of the Genesis of Destruction! ISIS may be the God of Destruction, but she better be thanking whatever deity she worships for their intervention tonight!

The rest of the Genesis of Destruction celebrate with ISIS, who can only help but look down at Williams in utter shock! It seems that ISIS is thinking what we all were: For the first time in a long time, her dominance was in jeopardy.

WINNER: ISIS (#ANDSTILL)
RESULT: PINFALL (WELCOME TO DYSTOPIA)

[Kai Morgan]

The cameraman had moved through the open door, which led into a white cladded tent, with a basin standing before him. A woman had been watching him from behind, as she carried a jug over. She poured the water into the basin, then looked at the cameraman.

”the Ghost” Tarja Kingston: Geez, where did you come from? That door can be fickle, tends to lead you wherever you want. The Queen will be with you shortly, after all, she’s getting her hands dirty, unlike you.

Tarja spit at his feet, as a woman with a black helmet, horns protruding out of it. Legion removes it, and lets her black hair flow freely, as she smiled softly, passing the helmet to the Ghost.

”the Viking Queen” Legion: You can leave ghost this does not involve you. Our guest needs to have a better understanding, and you will be more of a hinderance then a help at this point.

”the Ghost” Tarja Kingston: Yes M’lady.

Legion then takes some of the water prepared and begins washing her hands, as she doesn’t look over at the cameraman, she smiled softly, looking into the mirror though in front of her.

”the Viking Queen” Legion: Have you learned anything about yourself Samuel, in the last few weeks we’ve done this dance? No matter how much you think of yourself as the monster, there’s always another monster who will stand in your way, trying to prove that they are the bigger monster. Last week we meant what we said, we would never place our hands on innocents, because they are not involved in the war. The Shield and the Wolves did as we instructed while we watched.

Legion cackled as she moved away from the sink towards the cameraman, looking at him. She then flicked her hands letting them dry, as she looked into his eyes.

”the Viking Queen” Legion: Tonight though Samuel, you won’t have to worry about the Wolves, you won’t have to worry about Ms. J bringing you down. Tonight, as Storytime falls, and you fade out remember this, we are showing you mercy. We are showing you the mercy, where you can go home and heal from the injuries, because your arms won’t even be able to hold your daughter, won’t even be able to hold your wife to be. All your father will be able to do, is stand by and watch as his son, passes out from the pain. All this courtesy of us, the Butcher.

Legion puts her hand out then the coins appear in her hand. She looked at the cameraman pulling back for a moment, then handing the two coins to him.

”the Viking Queen” Legion: Here is his travel fare, take that to him.

She then vanished back outside, the clanging of metal continued as the door appeared behind him. The cameraman pushed through the door going back into the arena. Legion and Ms. J walking past, as she laughed.

[Kai Morgan]

Darrion Hughes: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Darrion Hughes: Introducing first…hailing from Hayesville, North Carolina and weighing in at 240 pounds…

The opening to "Enjoy The Silence" by Lacuna Coil begins to play over the PA system as the arena plunges into darkness. As soon as the guitar and drums kick in, a spotlight appears on the stage to find Samuel Lopez standing their wearing a Jason Voorhees mask, his manager Dr. Castiel Talbot standing beside him with his walking cane. Lopez then begins to slowly make his way down the ramp while Talbot follows.

Darrion Hughes: Accompanied by Dr. Castiel Talbot, he is…SAMUEL LOPEZ!

Once he reaches the ring, Lopez slides under the bottom rope on his front and moves his way to the center of the ring on his closed fists until he reaches the center while Talbot makes his way up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes and into the ring. Lopez then slowly stands upright while slowly removing his mask as the camera zooms in on his wide, blank stare into the camera as Talbot takes the mask from him and "Enjoy The Silence" fades out.

A line of 5 drums has been set up on the top of the ramp, as the men standing there begin playing simultaneously, they begin singing as Legion’s throne begins rising from below. There are 3 torches being carried out one of blue, one of silver and one of green.

SKAL!
SKAL!
Sing loud and strong
SKAL!
SKAL!
A toast and a thundering song

The drums then kick out, as a woman comes and joins the torch bearers from the back. She looked around for a moment, then the lights go out in the arena. The flames flickering in the wind, as the woman puts the microphone up to her mouth.

The king and his men stole the queen from her bed
And bound her in her bones
The seas be ours and by the powers
Where we will, we'll roam

As she finishes, another woman steps out from behind the throne. She is carrying the chest of coins that Legion usually has with her. Ms. J places it down in front of the throne, then a loud hum begins to go through the arena, as Legion makes her way from the back sitting down on her throne. She nods as Ms. J moves to the side, opening the chest for her, the gold glow shines up. Legion takes two coins from her chest, then motions to shut it.

No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death

The singer then puts her mic down, as Legion stands up removing the helm she was wearing placing it down on her throne. The green and black moved with her as she stepped out putting her head down. “Ragnarök” by Peyton Parrish began playing, but Legion lifted her hand to stop it. Instead, a music box begins playing, as “Come Little Children” by the Hound and the Fox begins playing. Legion looks up and laughs a little as she begins her walk down to the ring with the three torch bearers in tow. Legion lifts her hands up as she walked ignoring the fans doing a soft twirl as she reached the bottom. She then motioned to the torch bearers to go around the ringside area. She moved over to the stairs, then climbed up. She brushed the black hair out of her face. As the music picked up.

Come little children
I'll take thee away
Into a land of enchantment
Come little children
The time's come to play
Here in my garden of shadows

The lights come on as Legion stands in the middle of the ring with her arms out. She smiled softly, as she let her dark hair fall to one side, she takes a deep breath then turns to look up the ramp, backing into a corner, Ms. J making her way to ringside, standing at ring side, while the torch bearers vanished.

Samuel stared Legion down as the referee checked them both hidden weapons. Satisfied, the ref looked between the two and called for it to get started.

Legion smirked as she looked up at the man that stood a foot taller than her, not surprised when she saw him staring her down after the torment from the last couple of weeks. The two slowly circled each other, both carefully calculating though neither’s face gave anything away. Legion went for the first strike, running at Lopez and nailing him with a bicycle kick. Had it been anyone else, the move likely would have sent them stumbling back, but Lopez didn’t even flinch as he looked down at Legion. Without hesitation, he hit Legion with a hard knife-edge chop that took her breath away for a few seconds, but he didn’t stop there as he grabbed her for a delayed vertical suplex. Before he could slam her down, Legion managed to get a few well placed elbows to the side of Samuel’s head, causing him to drop her to the mat. Legion was quick back to her feet though she had let out a little grimace from the initial landing.

Adam LaRue: That’s certainly one way to get out of what would have been a vicious suplex from Lopez.

Amber Westgate: That man gives me the creeps, but I can’t blame him for wanting to take Legion down tonight. We’ve seen in the past that coming after his family is a sure fire way to sign your potential death warrant.

Legion charged at Lopez again, hitting him with a hard European uppercut, the punch only causing his head to move in the opposite direction. His face had remained stoic until he heard his opponent say something about his future wife and their daughter. Lopez’s gaze turned dark, though it didn’t remain that way, as he grabbed Legion and threw her into the corner with a hard turnbuckle bomb. The woman’s impact was visually rougher than his opponents of the past. He slammed against Legion before yanking on her arm, sending her flying into the corner opposite them. Samuel followed in pursuit behind her, but Legion rolled out of the way before they collided. Lopez connected with the turnbucles, but pushed off of them and turned to round on Legion.

Amber Westgate: And there’s Legion with mention of Lopez’s family again. She is determined to really get under his skin.

Adam LaRue: There’s a foot height difference and nearly a 100-pounds weight difference. She obviously can’t match him with any of that, so getting under his skin is her next best offense.

Amber gave Adam a look that silently agreed with his statement. As Samuel stalked Legion, she managed to catch him with a legsweep, sending him down enough to where she was then able to get him with a snapmare! There was a smirk on her face at getting him down, but it didn’t last long as Samuel got back up, the glare back on his face. Legion moved swiftly, determined to avoid letting Lopez get any momentum if she could help it. She ran at the ropes, for a little extra speed, and came back at the man only to be met with a big boot to the face for her troubles! He pulled her back to her feet, going for a powerslam, but the woman brought her knee down several times until she finally got him to drop her. He, briefly, eyed her coldly as she smirked up at him, egging him on silently. She managed to toss Lopez into the corner only to turn around and nail him with a hard, catapult Yakuza kick.

Legion backed off for a moment, but it proved to be a mistake as Lopez was able to make his way out of the corner. He nailed her with a sudden spike DDT, planting her down hard! He slowly got back to his feet, calculating his next move, but he took just a touch too long as Legion was able to get back to her feet as well. She shook her head for a second then ran at Lopez, ducking a clothesline only to turn around and hit him with a jumping neckbreaker! She sat on her knees for a second before getting back to her feet, but Legion wasn’t as surprised, this time, when Lopez was back up not long after she was. Samuel went after Legion again, but she was ready and tossed him into the ropes.

Crowd: Kick her ass!

Kick her ass!

Kick her ass!

Samuel was launched off of the ropes, but before Legion could hit him with anything, he hit her with Silent Night! Having nearly taken her head off with the move, he looked at her downed form for a brief second before leaning down to get her back up. She began struggling against him but was unable to get out of receiving Hush for all of her troubles over the last few weeks! His demeanor still calm as he moved, Lopez grabbed Legion and locked in Enjoy the Silence! It was clear that even after all Legion had gone through in the match, she wasn’t wanting to give in that easily. She struggled against the hold, but once Samuel wrenched it tighter, she slipped into unconsciousness, unable to fight any longer.

Darrion Hughes: Here is your winner….SAMUEL LOPEZ!

Amber Westgate: And with that, Lopez has de-escalated the threat of Legion.

Adam LaRue: Involve a man’s family, and you’ll get a monster. When you’re already coming after a monster? Well…

WINNER: SAMUEL LOPEZ
RESULT: SUBMISSION (ENJOY THE SILENCE)

[Kai Morgan]

Adam LaRue: Invasion: Toronto has been exciting so far and it's only gonna get even more exciting with another special announcement broken by reporter Janine Roberts! Mark your calendars, San Juan, because next year, we're coming to Invade! Invasion: Puerto Rico comes in 2024!

[Kai Morgan]

Darrion Hughes: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Darrion Hughes: And it is for the Zion Wrestling VIRAL! CHAMPIONSHIP!



♫I got two letters from you
Last words of the runaway
Your love was written so true
And now I can't speak your name
I gave my heart to the cruel
Now it will not beat again ♫

That's when Elijah Copeland comes out wearing black pants, black boots, a black leather jacket, and a chain around his neck. He looks around at the fans as they boo him.

♫I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
Just like I've suffered ♫

A white light beams on him as he looks at the fans in what seems to be a disgusting look. He points at them and yells. He then makes a cutthroat symbol towards the fans as they boo him even louder.

♫No one will ever know you
Deny the last one who cares
Intoxicate with the new
Pretend I'm no longer here
I opened my heart to you
You lied just to reach inside
Now with the faith you removed
Our hope for forgiveness dies♫

After he lowers his hand, he walks off the stage as the lights begin to flash orange, white, and red. He walks down the ramp as the fans begin to badmouth him. He looks at the fans and starts to yell at them. He put his hand up as he was treating to backhand them.

♫I opened my heart to you
You lied just to reach inside
Now with the faith you removed
Our hope for forgiveness dies♫

He backs away and starts to walk down the ramp some more. He finally gets to the bottom and starts to yell and cuss at the fans some more. He walks towards the steel steps and walks up them. He walks alongside the ring before turning his back and yelling out, I HOPE YOU SUFFER! I HOPE YOU DO!

♫I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
I hope you suffer
I hope you do
Just like I've suffered♫

He turned around, moved towards the ring post, and climbed up them. He has one foot in the middle and the other foot on the top. He looks at the fans and holds his hands up. He starts to take in the hatred that the fans are putting on him. He lowers his hands and aggressively points at the fans. He finally got down from the turnbuckle and took off his jacket. He's wearing black elbow pads and white wrist tapes. He puts his jacket on the outside and grabs the ropes to see if they are intact. He then warms up and waits for his opponent.

There’s a hush for a moment as the lights around the Rogers Centre Arena dim and then go dark. Rustling from the capacity crowd of course is picked up from the open mics, and there are flashes of light here and there from cell phones held by Zion Wrestling fans. There are murmurs and so on, of course but as the crowd hushes for the most part, there is a feeling of anticipation. Gianna had mentioned this feeling big for her, and that announcement about her reign being a record breaker for Zion was well known. A beat, then two, and there was a gorgeous, deep chocolatey sounding voice that rolled over the PA speakers of the arena.

Male Voice: ¡Buenas noches, fanáticos de Zion Wrestling! Or as we say here in Canada, good evening! What a match we are bringing you all tonight!

There’s movement on the stage and a lone spotlight focuses on the man speaking, his image now cast onto the screen behind the stage he stands on. Larger than life, it’s none other than Antonio Banderas himself! The lights that surround the screen, the walls, the curtains light up in the colors of the Mexican flag, then turn slowly to red, white, and blue for America as he speaks again.

Antonio Banderas: Please join me now, clap your hands and show your appreciation for YOUR Zion Wrestling Viral Champion… GIANNA… ISLA… ROJAS!!!

More spotlights swarm the stage, revealing a huge mariachi band who now play an instrumental version of Gianna’s theme music, Paper Planes. It’s just as loud and proud as one might imagine and during this, from behind the curtain comes Gianna herself! She’s wearing bright, brand new sparking gear, with hundreds of tiny sparkling rhinestones on it, her name up the sleeves of her matador style jacket, with Campeón Viral blazone across the shoulders. She beams that huge, happy grin of hers, waving at the fans before turning to thank Mr. Banderas. The mariachi music fades as she takes a microphone out of her jacket pocket and she takes a moment to soak in the reaction of the fans.

Gianna Rojas: Me siento emocionado y humilde al estar aquí ante ustedes, fanáticos, esta noche, antes de luchar contra el Emo Bot Elijah Copeland aquí en unos momentos. ¡Mi querido título del Campeonato Viral está en juego!

Gianna Rojas: Él cree que va a tomar lo que es mío, terminará mi carrera, me romperá. Bien. ¡PUEDE PENSAR DE NUEVO!

Gianna unhooks her championship from around her waist and holds it up high for the fans to see before placing it over her shoulder.

Gianna Rojas: ¡Que comience la fiesta!

Now the music swells from the PA as Gianna practically skips down the ramp towards the ring!



I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border, I got warrants in my name
If you come around here, we workin’ all day
Your life gonna pass you in a second if you wait

She skips around the perimeter of the ring and slaps hands with all the fans she can reach, just as the music softens and suddenly from the struts and supports overhead pours a mix of confetti, candy and little things like Zion wristbands and lanyards! Gianna now makes her way up the ring steps, respectfully wiping her boots on the apron before she ducks into the ring, going to all four corners and holding up her title before jumping down and handing it off to the referee for her match.

Darrion Hughes: Introducing first, the challenger…from Lancaster, Pennsylvania…weighing in at 210 lbs…Elijah! Copeland!

And his opponent…from Eureka, California…weighing in at 145 lbs…she is the Zion Wrestling VIRAL! CHAMPION!...GIANNA! ROJAS!

Amber Westgate: Not just the longest reigning Viral Champion, but the longest reigning champion in Zion Wrestling history! Gianna Rojas has made that title her own! Established a standard for in ring excellence with it!

Adam LaRue: But Elijah Copeland looks to put an end to it! He looks to make sure that Gianna Rojas’ legacy is left in the dust! And he has plenty of ground to make us believe that he actually can!



Copeland comes charging out of his corner, his face etched in rage and violent intentions. He aims a lunging yakuza kick straight at the champion’s head but she has the ring awareness to avoid the contact, commando-rolling out harm’s way as Copeland’s foot gets hung up on the top turnbuckle, leaving him in a somewhat compromised position. She grabs Copeland around the waist and throws him around and to the mat with an amateur wrestling-style takedown. Copeland scampers back to his feet, his face contorted in an expression of frustration. He thumps the mat, emphasizing this and rushes Gianna again. She’s wise to it again though, catching the challenger coming in with a Shotgun Knee strike.

Gianna follows up with a series of kicks of different heights and ranges, showcasing her agility and speed. Copeland retreats to the nearest corner, attempting to regroup after the unexpected assault. As the champion moves in to continue her momentum, Copeland places himself between the top and middle ropes, holding his hands up which causes the referee to step in-between and ward Gianna off momentarily. As Gianna obliges, Copeland comes back into the ring. The champion comes back in but Copeland catches her coming in, pulling at the waistband of her ring attire and yanks her in and her face collides with the second turnbuckle.

Copeland springs back into action, seizing an opportunity to strike. He grabs Gianna by the back of the head, viciously slamming her face-first into the second turnbuckle several times and then the top one, again, several times. He pivots around, sitting himself atop the top turnbuckle and pulls Gianna into a front face lock and swings round, planting her with a Tornado DDT. Gianna instantly grabs the top of her head in pain. As she climbs to all fours, Copeland runs towards, cracking the top of his boot into her temple with a running punt kick. This sends Gianna sprawling onto her back but Copeland continues his assault, locking Gianna in a painful-looking crossface. He increases the torque on the hold as the champion grunts in pain, the referee right in front of her checking on a tap or verbal submission. Gianna resists though, shaking her head. She manages to loosen her arm from the grip between Copeland’s legs and fires some straight punches to his temple that force him to relinquish his grasp on the submission hold.

Gianna gets back to her feet, favoring her shoulder slightly but Copeland is on her right away.
He hits Gianna with a Fireman's carry double knee gutbuster followed by a running soccer kick straight to her face, causing her to wince in pain. With a seamless transition, he delivers several raking forearms to her face, instantly followed by a cross armbar, applying intense pressure to Gianna's arm, going for a violent yet methodical way of inflicting pain on the champion as he promised in the build-up. However, Gianna's tenacity and heart shines through. She manages a swift escape, reaching up and wrapping her legs around Copeland’s neck and squeezing. Gianna is able to maneuver out of the armbar and initially back-tracks to create some distance so as to not allow Copeland the opportunity to go back on the attack as he did before. The challenger again charges in with melee strikes but Gianna uses her superior speed to evade them, dodging and weaving like a boxer.

Through the stramash, she spots an opening, delivering a well-placed low yakuza kick to the kidneys of the challenger that causes him to yelp out and wince involuntarily. Taking advantage of the opening, Gianna leaps up, wrapping her legs around Copeland’s neck and takes him down with a beautiful hurricanrana that sends Copeland halfway across the ring. Continuing the theme, she rebounds off the ropes and, again, takes to the air, this time dizzying Copeland with a scintillating headscissors takeover. Copeland backs up, scuttling into the corner in a seated position, momentarily disoriented as he struggles to regain his bearings. This time it’s the champion in an early ascendancy and not allowing him any time to recuperate and she barrels into him with a modified Rojas Rápida, flattening him. Gianna drags Copeland out of the corner and goes for the cover.

One…!

Two…!

Copeland kicks out though just after the count of two. Gianna keeps on him though, burying her knee into the back of the challenger and putting pressure on his neck with a rear chinlock. She even takes the time to work in a few forearm smashes before releasing the hold. Copeland manages to power out of the hold, swinging behind him blindly and managing to nail Gianna in the jaw with a reverse elbow. Feeling the point of his elbow jab right into her mouth, Gianna is forced to reflexively let go, allowing Copeland to get back to his feet. Sensing an opportunity, Copeland continues the trend, delivering a series of sharp elbow strikes to Gianna’s midsection that force her head down. He then delivers an audacious Scorpion Rising that sees him land the sole of his boot straight across the top of her head. Gianna doesn’t go down though so Copeland continues his relentless flurry, delivering multiple stiff kicks to the champion’s chest followed by a roundhouse kick to the back of her head and this time, the combined force of all the blows sends her to the mat.

With Gianna lying flat on her stomach, Copeland kneels over her on one knee, delivering a series of mounted punches to her back and ribs over and over with an unhinged fury. He moves down, dropping numerous elbows to her left leg before pulling it up into a single-leg crab, spreading his weight evenly and squatting deep down, forcing his body weight onto the small of Gianna’s back as well as creating an agonizing torque on her leg and knee. Gianna grimaces in pain as Copeland cinches the single-leg crab, the pressure on her lower back and leg becoming excruciating. She clutches the canvas, teeth gritted in determination, refusing to let the pain overwhelm her. The referee is closely monitoring the situation, ready to intervene if necessary.

Summoning her reserves of strength and resilience, Gianna starts to crawl toward the ropes, each agonizing inch a testament to her unyielding spirit. The crowd rallies behind her, their cheers and encouragement fuelling her determination to escape the hold. With a surge of effort, she manages to grab the bottom rope, prompting the referee to call for the break.

Copeland releases the hold, frustrated but not deterred. He rises, ready to press his advantage. Gianna, favoring her injured leg, pulls herself up using the ropes, her face etched with pain but with a steely resolve mixed into it. Copeland, seeing an opportunity, charges at her, attempting a spear to further exploit her weakened state. However, Gianna counters with a perfectly timed knee strike, catching Copeland square in the face. The impact staggers him, and Gianna follows up with a quick, innovative roll-up pin, surprising everyone in the arena.

One...!

Two...!

Thr— Copeland kicks out just in the nick of time, breaking the pin and avoiding defeat. The match continues. Gianna, fueled by the near victory, launches into a relentless offensive, targeting Copeland's torso and head with a barrage of strikes and high-flying maneuvers. She executes a picture-perfect dropkick, a breathtaking reverse rana culminating with a thunderous roundhouse kick, each move executed with precision and speed.

The battle intensifies, each wrestler trading blows and submission attempts, both refusing to back down. Copeland launches a ferocious clothesline, but Gianna ducks under it, countering with a lightning-fast enzuigiri that catches Copeland square on the temple. The impact leaves Copeland staggered and vulnerable. Gianna seizes the moment, unleashing a flurry of strikes and kicks, pushing Copeland toward the ropes. With a sudden burst of energy, she executes a stunning springboard somersault plancha, connecting perfectly and leaving the audience in awe. Sensing victory, Gianna ascends the turnbuckle, preparing for her finishing move.

But Copeland springs to his feet, climbing the turnbuckle as well, and meets Gianna at the top. The two engage in a perilous struggle for dominance on the ropes, teetering on the edge of a high-risk move. In a jaw-dropping moment, Copeland gains the upper hand and executes an incredible avalanche Berserker Drop from the top rope, sending both wrestlers crashing to the mat with tremendous force. The impact echoes through the arena and the crowd explode into life with a “Holy shit!” chant.

Copeland, though visibly exhausted and battered, is the first to stir. He slowly drags himself towards Gianna, looking to capitalize on the move. He drapes an arm over her, the referee dropping to make the count.

One...!

Two...!

Gianna calls on every ounce of strength and determination to force her shoulders off the mat and to kick out just before the count of three. The crowd erupts in cheers, their admiration for both athletes palpable. Copeland doesn’t relent though and grabs Gianna by the waist, lifting her up into a Fireman’s Carry before drilling her back down with a Death Valley Driver, sending Gianna crashing to the mat. He capitalizes on her vulnerability, striking with a series of brutal elbow and knee blows, showcasing his unforgiving style.

Gianna, however, soon fights back valiantly. She displays her mastery with a flurry of ranas of different variants. The intensity escalates, reaching a critical point in the match. Copeland goes for the Lockdown (Wrenching Guillotine choke), attempting to choke the life out of Gianna. The champion manages to utilize her athleticism and agility by running up the turnbuckle pads in front of her, propelling herself and she wraps Copeland up out of nowhere with the Rojas Roll! The referee is down to count

One…!

Two…!

Three!!!



Darrion Hughes: The winner of this match…and STILL Zion Wrestling VIRAL! CHAMPION!...GIANNA! ROJAS!

Amber Westgate: Another win! Another defense for the historic run of Gianna Rojas!

Adam LaRue: I can’t lie and say that Rojas’ reign wasn’t in the most jeopardy here, and I’m sure she could say the same! But she managed to persevere, which leaves you to wonder who could possibly defeat her!

Rojas celebrates with her title as we fade!

WINNER: GIANNA ROJAS (#ANDSTILL)
RESULT: PINFALL (ROJAS ROLL)

[Kai Morgan]

The jam packed crowd was buzzing with energy, the hype level off the charts from the events of Invasion: Toronto thus far. That hype only increased as the lights dimmed down, a spotlight focusing on a DJ booth. She throws her arms up into the air and wastes no time getting right to it. That woman pointed to the left of her, the crowd cheering as multicolored lights began to pulsate rapidly. She did the same with her right, the results being exactly the same.

And then music hit. That loud, thumping music, the kind that you can feel in your chest, filled the air as that woman, Sara Landry, remixed the song Paper Planes by M.I.A. The crowd was absolutely eating it up, many of them feeling the energy to the point of dancing with glow sticks and things of the sort. It was a big ass party. And of course, who would be behind this?

Another spotlight lit up, focusing off to the side as a vehicle drove into view. Flashing lights of every color lined that Keraboss Super K as it drove closer and closer. Who exactly was driving was unknown, but the people standing on the back of it were not. Standing in the middle was none other than the Zion Wrestling Internet Champion Ricky Rodriguez! Flanking him on either side was The Inferno Girls, energetically dancing to the music.

The cheers were deafening as that majestic tank of a vehicle stopped when it got as far as it could go. Ricky's attire, consisting of those lime green boyshorts with the bright pink trim glowed in the light shined on them. He stands there, arms extended outwards as Ricky lets his head fall back, basking in the cheers raining down onto him.

Finally, Ricky climbs off of that vehicle, his Inferno Girls following suit. The trip walked around from behind that vehicle, dancing through that crowd. Reaching the crowd barricade, they climbed over it into the ringside area. The Inferno Girls stayed there as Ricky ran forward, sliding into the ring under the bottom set of ropes. He popped back to his feet, unhooking that championship from around himself and handed it off to the official. Ricky walked to the lower left corner of the ring, being handed a microphone as he walked to the middle of the ring.

The music softens as the lights start returning to normal. Ricky runs forward into those ropes, propping himself up onto the middle rope as he throws his arms high into the air. Jumping back off of them, he backed up into the middle of the ring, speaking up.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'TORONTOOO~!

Their cheers intensify that much more following the mere mention of where they were.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Let's hear it for Sara Landry!'

She threw her arms into the air before taking a bow, clearly appreciating the reaction she was given.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Let's hear it for the fine ass Inferno Girls!'

Those two climbed up onto the apron, each one striking a pose much to the delight of the cheering audience.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'And most importantly..let's hear it for..Jack..Morrison.'

And just like that, the crowd's energy instantly shifted, those raucous cheers changing into near deafening boos. Ricky couldn't help but to laugh at the reaction, shaking his head slowly. Once they settled, he carried back on.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Jack Morrison..is the type of guy that pisses on your shoulder and tells you it's rainin. The biggest hypocrite in this whole ass company. He's a liar, straight to the heart. Just..fake.'

Shrugging his shoulders, Ricky's smile was starting to waver, lessening as he went on.

Ricky Rodriguez: 'Jack wants to say it's not personal. That..he'da done this with any other champion in Zion. But did he? Why me? Why not..an Isis or a Jordan or an Oakley? Let's be honest with ourselves here, Jack. You looked at me and saw a target. You looked at me and saw someone who will take your shit and not really..do anythin bout it. You saw me and you saw someone you felt like you could take advantage of their good nature.

You came at me..cause I'm easy. You didn't go at Isis cause sheda popped your head off your fuckin shoulders. You didn't go at Oakley cause heda cut you off at the fuckin knee and just left ya layin. You didn't go at Jordan cause you know you can't go at her level.

But then there's me. Good guy Ricky. Just..lookin for a good time. Not the loudest. Not the most hyped up. And you jumped on me..and jumped on me..and jumped on me. And fuckin time and time again..I let it go. I got my Elsa on and I just..let it go. But the time for lettin go is over, Jack.

THIS is the time for steppin up and defendin what's MINE, Jack! THIS is the time for me to get my get back for EVERY one of your chicken shit, bitch ass sneak attacks! THIS IS THE TIME FOR ME TO KICK YOUR TEETH DOWN YOUR THROAT!

LET'S..FUCKIN..GO!'

The crowd were on their feet, feeling everybit of emotion Ricky was radiating. The Internet Champion tossed that microphone off to the side as he started loosening up for the fight ahead of him.



The opening synthesizers to "Sleeps Society" kick in as the lights dim down and the tron comes to life with an old, Victorian age back alleyway. A dark silhouette approaches the camera with slow footsteps echoing over the synths. The music swells as the shot switches to the figure's boots moving across the brick laden ground beneath. A flash of one gloved hand shoves a small blade clutched tightly and as the shot cuts back to in front of the figure, they take a backhand slash at the screen, splitting the frame like paper to reveal JACK "THE RIPPER" MORRISON just as we hear Lawrence Taylor scream out:

♫SLEEPS SOCIETY!!!!♫

The guitar drop kicks in and the stage lights up again, revealing Jack Morrison standing with his back to the crowd, arms stretched out, exposing the slash logo on his jacket. He drops his arms and turns, looking out over the audience with a cold, sociopathic gaze before the corner of his mouth lifts into a wicked smirk. He draws his thumb across his throat and adjusts the lapels of his coat before starting towards the ring.

Jack Morrison stalks his way down the ramp at a leisurely pace but a sense of purpose in his step; in no hurry but not wasting any time in getting to ringside. He climbs up the steps and up the turnbuckle, throwing up the cut throat gesture again before watching the crowd with those dark eyes. He turns that gaze towards his opponent and just holds it, practically staring into their soul and slowly smiles that unsettling smile again. His eyes stay locked on them as he climbs down into the ring and moves to his corner, removing his jacket and dropping it over the ropes.

Vivian Blake: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Vivian Blake: And it is for the Zion Wrestling INTERNET! CHAMPIONSHIP!

Introducing first, the challenger…from Southampton, England…weighing in at 222 lbs…Jack! “The Ripper”! Morrison!

And his opponent…from New York, New York…weighing in at 210 lbs…he is the Zion Wrestling INTERNET! CHAMPION!...RICKY! RODRIGUEZ!

Winter Mae: Ricky Rodriguez has been working week after week to make sure that title and himself are put on the map! But with the damage that Jack Morrison has already done on him, can he overcome tonight?

Kyle Cassidy: I think he has to, Winter! I don’t think Ricky Rodriguez would be able to sleep tonight if Jack Morrison walks out of Toronto as the Internet Champion!



As the match officially begins, Morrison has a sadistic grin on his face. Ricky doesn’t look his usual bouncy, confident self. Instead he looks more distant, his gaze on Morrison like his eyes were blazing a hole right through him. Ricky doesn’t waste any time and charges forward towards Morrison in an uncharacteristically aggressive manner but he’s sick and tired of the sneak attacks he’s been on the receiving end of these last few weeks. Ricky launches a relentless flurry of forearm strikes, each blow fueled by his pent-up frustration. Morrison reels from the unexpected onslaught, caught off guard by Ricky's fierce determination to defend his championship and exact some measure of retribution for what has been transpiring between the two.

The crowd is caught in the whirlwind of action, roaring their approval as Ricky continues his assault, hitting chops and back elbows with precision. Morrison attempts to counter, but Ricky is a force to be reckoned with, countering each move with ferocity. Ricky pulls Morrison into a front face-lock, hoists him up and delivers a spine-jarring suplex. Ricky keeps on him though, executing a leaping calf kick that staggers Morrison as he rebounds back to his feet from the suplex, forcing him to retreat and regroup.

Morrison, feeling the impact of Ricky's relentless offense, changes his approach. As Ricky comes in again for another wave of attack, Morrison darts between the ropes, pleading his innocence and pointing at Ricky in an accusatory manner and imploring the referee to get him back. Ricky remonstrates with the ref and as he tries to motion him back, Morrison catches him with a thumb to the eye that the referee doesn’t see. The crowd boos vehemently but Morrison doesn’t care as he unleashes a barrage of roundhouse kicks, each connecting with Ricky's midsection, attempting to wear down the champion. But Ricky, displaying his resilience, counters a roundhouse kick with a spinning headscissors, stunning Morrison once again, sending him spinning head over heels. The crowd is electrified, witnessing the back-and-forth battle between these fierce competitors.

Ricky doesn't let up, delivering a picture-perfect leaping knee strike that leaves Morrison reeling. Sensing an opportunity, Ricky goes for a double knee armbreaker but Morrison manages to escape, narrowly avoiding disaster. Morrison retaliates with another calculated eye gouge, taking advantage of Ricky's momentarily impaired vision. It's a ruthless move, a glimpse of Morrison's cunning tactics. He follows it up with a punishing back rake, adding insult to injury, clawing his fingers down Ricky’s back and he arches it in pain, grunting out as he does so.

In significant discomfort and momentarily blinded, Ricky fights to regain his footing but Morrison is relentless. He charges towards Ricky, nailing him with a Running Knee Lift, crashing it into Ricky's jaw. Ricky is rocked and Morrison seizes the opportunity, lifting him up and slamming him down hard on the back of his head and neck with a jumping sit-down powerbomb. He goes for the cover, stacking Ricky up and the referee counts:

One…

Two….

No, Ricky forces the nearfall, thrusting a shoulder off the mat after the two-count. Morrison, again, doesn’t let up, grabbing Ricky’s legs, turning over into a Boston Crab, bending Ricky's back in an agonizing arc. The pain surges through Ricky's body, his face contorting in agony. The crowd rallies behind him, shouting encouragement, urging him to endure the pain. Ricky digs deep, summoning every ounce of strength, and manages to claw his way to the ropes, forcing the break. As he jadedly gets to his feet, still favoring his back slightly, Ricky, defiant and fueled by the crowd's support, counters an incoming Yakuza Kick attempt from Morrison, executing a swift Japanese Armdrag. As Morrison hits the canvas Ricky immediately transitions, locking in a grounded armbreaker, targeting Morrison's arm and wrenching back hard on it, trying to force the submission but Morrison is able to scoot across the ring and hook his feet around the bottom rope.

The match soon escalates into a game of one-upmanship, both men showcasing their arsenal of moves. Morrison delivers a series of forearm strikes, attempting to wear Ricky down. Ricky counters with a knee drop across Morrison's extended arm, inflicting more punishment.

In a breathtaking display of aerial skill, Ricky ascends the ropes, executing a diving moonsault that lands squarely on Morrison. The crowd is on their feet, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch. Ricky transitions seamlessly into a standing shooting star press, wowing the crowd again with his athleticism and goes for a cover. The referee counts:

One….

Two….

But this time, Morrison forces the nearfall, kicking out. Just as Ricky goes back on the attack again, Morrison catches him off-guard with a painful throat jab that takes him out of the game completely. Ricky gasps for breath, clutching at this throat. Taking advantage of the situation, Ricky's momentum with a lightning-fast DDT. Ricky hits the mat hard, the impact sending shockwaves through his body, clutching his head as the discomfort and attacks he’s been receiving from Morrison begin to take their toll on him. Morrison, meanwhile, seizes the moment, applying a brutal Rear Naked Choke, trying to force Ricky to tap out.

Ricky, with his championship on the line, fights against the choke, struggling to breathe. The crowd is in a frenzy, urging Ricky to find a way out. He claws at Morrison's arm, summoning his last ounce of strength, and manages to break free, rallying with a sudden burst of energy. In an incredible show of power, Ricky lifts Morrison, hitting an uncharacteristic spinebuster that shakes the ring. The crowd roars in approval, feeding off the champion's resilience. Ricky follows up by grabbing jumping onto the second turnbuckle and measures Morrison before leaping off, driving him face-first with a second rope bulldog. Ricky doesn’t bother with a cover attempt though, pulling him up and hits a signature double knee armbreaker that causes Morrison to yell out in pain, shouting “Fuck!” as he favors it. The crowd erupts in cheers.

The challenger fights back though, catching Ricky coming in Stabbing in the Dark, catching him square in the jaw and snapping his head back. Morrison rebounds off the ropes and nails Ricky with the White Chapel Necktie which again sends Ricky landing hard on the back of his head. As Ricky jadedly tries to climb to his feet, Morrison is poised in the opposing corner of the ring, bringing his arm up, cocking it like a gun. He runs towards Ricky, catching him right in the back of the head with Dead Boss and goes for the cover. The referee counts:

One…

Two….

Thr-

No! Ricky, somehow, is able to kick out at the 11th hour and Morrison can’t believe it! The crowd cheer loudly, willing Ricky on who still looks out of it, kicking out almost on adrenaline alone. Morrison looks pissed now and stomps around the ring. He wills for Ricky to get up and then runs at him at full speed, almost kicking his head off his shoulders with For The Kill and Ricky collapses back onto the mat, starfished. Morrison emphatically makes the cover.

One…

Two…

Three!



Vivian Blake: The winner of this match…and NEW Zion Wrestling INTERNET! CHAMPION!...JACK! “THE RIPPER”! MORRISON!

Winter Mae: Jack Morrison had a game plan when he targeted Ricky Rodriguez again! He had a method to his madness…and that madness has paid off! The Ripper is now the Internet Champion!

Kyle Cassidy: Say whatever you’d like about Jack Morrison, but he made damn sure this match was his to win!

Morrison celebrates, holding the Internet Championship in the air as we fade!

WINNER: JACK MORRISON (#ANDNEW)
RESULT: PINFALL (FOR THE KILL)

[Kai Morgan]

Backstage, as “Sleeps Society” by While She Sleeps still booms throughout the arena, Jack “The Ripper” Morrison and his manager, Shiro, come through the curtain, into the interview area. They’re heard before they’re seen, with Jack’s cackling echoing throughout before he comes staggering into view with the Zion Internet Championship over his shoulder. Behind him, Shiro has that devilish, shit eating grin from ear to ear as he claps loudly.

SHIRO: "GYAAAHAHAHAHA!! That’s my boy, Jacky! You did it!"

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "Did I do it, or did I do it?!"

The two high five and Jack turns to step in front of the Invasion backdrop. He’s dripping with sweat and breathing heavily after one hell of a war with Ricky Rodriguez as he triumphantly slaps the center plate of the Internet Title on his shoulder. Before continuing, he sits down on the floor, leaning back against the backdrop and the wall behind it. He looks up at the camera, starting to speak.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "Ahhh, didn’t I tell you all? Didn’t I tell–wait. Hey! Oi! Down here!"

The camera’s already on Jack as he looks, incredulously, up at the camera and motions it closer.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "No no no no. Down here! Here! On my level! What the fuck is wrong with you? No head, shall be higher than that of the King’s. Get your ass down here!"

The camera shakes as the camera man struggles to sit down without dropping his equipment, bringing the frame directly level with Jack. Shiro sits down right beside his client, crossing his legs. Jack leans his head back against the wall.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "Christ, I’m thirsty. I need some water…"

SHIRO: "Hey! You! Get the man some fucking water!"

A bottle of water flies into frame and Shiro barely catches it, handing it to Jack who snatches it out of his hand and just wings it back in the direction it came. We can hear it smack against a surface as Jack yells.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "Don’t bloody throw it at me, you twit! HAND ME a fucking water!"

A few seconds go by as Jack watches. He looks up and holds a finger up to stop the person coming and points down at the floor with a hard look in his eyes. Seconds later, the man comes crawling into frame and timidly hands Jack a new bottle. Jack takes it, twists off the cap and raises the bottle.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "Good lad. Cheers. Now, fuck off."

The man back crawls out of frame as Jack splashes some of the water on his own face before taking a sip, sighing in relief.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "Oh, bloody hell… Fucking did it… It’s about time. None of you lot thought I would, did you? Be honest. Nobody. None of you standing here, none of those bastards back in the locker room. You all thought ol’ Saucy Jacky would come up short again. Get rightfully screwed, you might say. Well bollocks to that because here I am: your NEW, RIGHTFUL, Zion Wrestling Internet Champion. I told you all from the beginning this was my goal. I told you all from the beginning that nobody - absolutely fucking NOBODY - was gonna stand in my way! Jack Morrison. The Ripper. King of the Internet. At your service."

He toasts his bottle again and starts to drink again before stopping. He looks at Shiro them offscreen again.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "Hey! Get Shiro a drink too! Moron!"

A moment passes and the same backstage attendant comes crawling into frame, offering Shiro a bottle of water. Shiro takes it, grinning and shaking his head in amusement as the attendant back crawls out of frame again. Shiro opens his water.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "Right then. Oi, cheers mate. Kanpai!"

SHIRO: "Kanpai!"

Jack and Shiro tap their waters together and sip. Jack screws the cap of his bottle back on and sets it down, looking into the camera again.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "Ahh Ricky… Ricky, Ricky, Ricky… You did…ah, you did good, lad. You really did. I’m proud of you. I mean that. I’ve stepped into the ring with a lot of people over the years. You got stones on you, boyo, I’m telling you. You took all those licks - all those shots to the head - and you still brought it. You gave me exactly what I wanted. I take nothing away from you, but now…NOW…you know I’m a man of my word. I said I was gonna come here to Toronto. I said I was gonna beat you. I said I was gonna relieve you of the weight on your shoulders. Hey, it’s alright mate, I get it. It’s a heavy load to carry? This baby right here?"

He shakes the Internet TItle on his shoulder and touches the plate again.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "This is no light piece of hardware. That’s the thing I don’t think these cunts out in the crowd understand. So, that being said, Ricky, you’re welcome. Happiest of Belated Birthdays to you. My gift to you is a much needed holiday from carrying such a load around. You can sit back, relax, and watch how a fucking King does it because I can do it longer and I can do it better."

Jack grabs his water and stands up to his feet, joined by Shiro. The camera man starts to rise but Jack stops him, allowing him only to tilt the camera up so it brings him into frame again. Jack points to the Internet Title again.

Jack "The Ripper" Morrison: "I’m the King. This is my crown. Anyone who thinks they can take it? I implore you…proceed with caution because even if you so much as survive a run-in with The Ripper…nobody is ever the same."

Jack and Shiro walk out of frame, disappearing back through the door towards the locker rooms as the shot cuts away.

[Kai Morgan]

Cameras return to ringside where things have been set out for the Nightmare Deathmatch. An assortment of weapons have been placed all around the ring. Your typical chairs, trash cans, light tubes and kendo sticks yet each piece has been generously wrapped in barbwire. A wooden board covered in coils of barbwire rests against one corner, inside the ring while a board with light tubes rests directly across from it with spare light tubes in the packaging behind it, against the ring post.

Vivian Blake: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your Nightmare Deathmatch! Introducing first, representing The Void! Weighing in at 256lbs, from Los Angeles, California! He is…MIGUEL…”THE MAULER”...OOOOOOOOORTIIIIIIIIIZ!!!!

"Kill or Be Killed" starts blasting through the arena speakers as the lights dim with billows of fog rolling around on the stage from the machine. A single, dark purple shaded light focuses on the center of the stage where Miguel Ortiz appears. As the crowd boos him, the smirk never leaves his face and he begins walking down the ramp, the light staying fixed on him as he does so. As he gets in the ring, he immediately goes to a corner, waiting for the match to start.

Vincent Moretto's cover of Yakuza 0's "Pledge of Demon" comes on over the PA system with its grueling guitar riff and thunderous drums, sending the crowd into a mixed reaction. Some cheer with bloodlust, others boo in disdain. The rest of the lights go out, leaving the audience shrouded in darkness as an eerie purple light illuminates the ring itself. The stage and ramp are lit up with plain white lights, violently flashing in sync with the music. As the music swells, the lights take on a more intense flashing, adding a purple hue among the whites. The crowd waits in anticipation as smoke fills the entryway as the music flows from the speakers, assaulting the ears of those present. The camera focuses intently on the entryway as the inner lights come on and, combined with the smoke, give off an almost ethereal, heavenly appearance. The video wall is alight with the visage of the Queens of Chaos logo and the name “草由紀子."

The wall of light within the entryway is disturbed by the visage of a black silhouette, soon coming into view to reveal Yukiko Kusanagi. Sleeveless robe over her gear, with her hood drawn up over her hood. We see her eyes though are, as always, cold and utterly hateful towards everyone present as they peer out over her black face mask. Her eyes then shift down the ramp and aim directly to the ring. Her battleground. Angel holds her position on the stage throughout the chorus and when the second verse begins, she shifts forward and begins her walk down the ramp. She completely ignores the fans in the front row, throwing jeers and boos at her. That which she sees as nothing more than scum beneath her. Angel moves methodically but with a sense of purpose as she approaches the ring. As she reaches the ring, she circles around to the opposite side of where she approached and stands on the apron, turning her head to sneer towards the fans again. Despite the sour attitude she gives off, she wipes her feet on the apron before entering the ring through the top and middle ropes at the return of the chorus.

Vivian Blake: His opponent! Representing the Queens of Chaos! Weighing in at 125 pounds, from Osaka, Japan! She is the “Osaka Devil”...YUKIKOOOO...KUSAAAAAANAGIIIII!!

As her name is announced, she comes to stand in the center of the ring, continuing to just glare hatefully at any and everyone. One hand comes up to unclasp the buckle on her coat before he peels the hood back and slides the garment off of her body, dropping it to the floor for the ringside attendant to take while she goes to her corner and uses the ropes to get some stretching in. Finally, she turns towards Miguel Ortiz with a hateful expression as she pulls her entrance gear off, revealing heavy black makeup around her eyes which also appear a solid pale white, with black pupils this evening.

Kyle Cassidy: Here we are, it’s time for the Nightmare Deathmatch everybody!

Winter Mae: Something tells me, the parents watching at home might want to put the kids to bed early.

Kyle Cassidy: Ironically, enough. Yukiko Kusanagi looks like she dressed up for the occasion.

Winter Mae: She does look pretty nightmarish.

Miguel and Yukiko stand across from one another in their respective corners. Miguel towers at his height of 6’9, while the already shorter Yukiko squats down, watching him like a cat with a sinister smile spread across her lips. Both are waiting for the bell to ring and that’s when, to the shock of the crowd, the lights go out, shrouding the arena in pitch darkness. Then, over the PA, the sound of children’s voices begin a little sing-song.

♫We’re gonna get you…♫

♫We’re gonna get you…♫

♫Not another peep…♫

♫Time to go to sleep…♫

Kyle Cassidy: Winter? What the hell is going on? I don’t like this.

Winter Mae: I think we’re all bound to have nightmares after this.

The children’s voices giggle playfully but the laughter soon becomes warped…distorted…eerie…then it stops. Suddenly, the ringside area is illuminated by the glow of a black UV light and the crowd gasps in horror at the change in scenery. Every weapon at ringside has an eerie, fluorescent green glow to it. Even more so shocking is the appearance of Yukiko as the new lighting reveals the invisible body paint covering her arms, face and the one thigh she keeps exposed with her gear. Her leg and arms are covered, completely, with glowing hiragana written all over her skin. Meanwhile, her face is revealed to be painted, resembling a Hannya oni. The contacts in her eyes glowing an unsettling red as she smiles at a suddenly unnerved Miguel who looks around at the objects wrapped in glowing barbwire and light tubes around them. He snaps his head back around to Yukiko who says something across the ring to him in Japanese.

Kyle Cassidy: Winter, what the hell are we looking at here?! This is creepy as hell!!

Winter Mae: It’s almost as if Yukiko Kusanagi has transformed, you could say! Unleashed some inner demon to battle her rival here tonight!

Kyle Cassidy: This match hasn’t even started and I’m already not sleeping tonight.

Winter Mae: Really? I am.

Kyle Cassidy: Seriously?

Winter Mae: With the light on.

Kyle Cassidy: HAHA!!!

Miguel clenches his fists and recollects his composure as he starts mentally psyching himself up for this battle. The referee calls for the bell…

…and Miguel charges across the ring at Yukiko who sprints forward to meet him and the Osaka Devil leaps forward with a banshee like shriek, taking the big man off his feet with a modified Lou Thesz Press, driving her knees into his sternum. She grabs hold of his hair in one hand and starts raining down wild fists across his head.

Kyle Cassidy: Yukiko Kusanagi! Taking it right to Miguel Ortiz in this Nightmare Deathmatch!

Winter Mae: Handful of hair with those shots and the referee can’t do a damn thing about it! There are no rules in this match! No disqualification! No countout!

Kyle Cassidy: This is creepy, Winter. Look at all this!

Yukiko ceases the mounted punches and stands up over Miguel, starting to put the boots to him. A slow pace at first, but with each subsequent stomp, she gets faster and faster until she’s standing there just stomping a proverbial mudhole on the man as he tries to protect his head and torso. Yukiko finally lets up, turning to the crowd and lets out a shriek, sticking her tongue out as she extends her arms to the side. A visual of horror that leaves the audience shocked and horrified but with a majority of them cheering because of the unique spectacle unfolding before their very eyes. As Miguel starts recovering, Yukiko quickly goes to one of the neutral corners, reaching behind the light tube board and pulls a spare out of the packaging behind it. She swings the glowing rod around in her hand, cackling maniacally.

Winter Mae: Ill intentions on the mind of the Osaka Devil!

Kyle Cassidy: Heh, that kinda looks like a lightsaber in this light, don’t it?

Winter Mae: It really does. Might wanna make it red in the hands of Yukiko. I’m not sure she’d classify herself as a “Jedi”.

Miguel makes it up to his knees and Yukiko swings the light tube down, busting it right over his head in a cloud of glowing dust! She pounces on him again, straddling his chest and starts stabbing the broken tube in her hand down across his forehead. She then presses the jagged end down and drags it across his chin, causing a glowing green liquid to begin drizzling across his forehead.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Shukketsu! Shukketsuuuuuuu!!!!!

Yukiko shrieks as she goes back to jabbing it against Miguel’s forehead before tossing the tube aside. She pulls him up to his feet, hooks his head and spikes him into the mat with a Snap DDT and rolls him back over for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

MIGUEL KICKS OUT!

Yukiko sits up but she’s laughing, rather than angry at the kickout. The demon faced woman rises, standing over Miguel as he wipes his forehead, staring in confusion at the green smeared across his hand. He doesn’t want to believe what it could possibly be.

Winter Mae: Kyle, that can only be blood, running down the face of Miguel Ortiz and he doesn’t know what to think of it.

Kyle Cassidy: Well, blood’s normally red, not green! Unless you’re an alien.

Yukiko boots Miguel in the back of the head, taunting him, starting to mock him in Japanese as she lays harmless but insulting little kicks across his head and shoulders, pushing him against the mat as she shrugs her hands out and drops them to her sides.

Yukiko Kusanagi: O shiri o agete kudasai. OKIRU!! YOU WANTED THIS!! GET UP!!

Yukiko starts slapping Miguel across the head and the fans are cheering for her brutality, finally seeing someone stick it to The Mauler after months of torment to her and her family. Miguel makes it up to one knee and Yukiko starts throwing right hand punches across his face again. Miguel’s starting to look rocked so Yukiko comes off of the neon glowing ropes for a Yakuza Kick but Miguel lunges up and takes her down with an explosive lariat out of nowhere! Yukiko flips inside out from the big man’s sheer power and Miguel leans against the ropes, shaking the stars out of his head. Yukiko starts quickly getting to her feet but Miguel scouts her and runs in with a Big Boot, taking her right back down. Miguel immediately grabs her and lifts her up, bringing her back down with a suplex and looking for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

YUKIKO KICKS OUT!

Kyle Cassidy: Miguel Ortiz saw an opening, he took it and now he’s shifted the dial over to his side. He has full control of this match!

Winter Mae: It certainly seems so! Yukiko Kusanagi might have gotten a little too cocky there. She should have kept up the offense!

Yukiko starts to rise, pulling herself up on Miguel’s pants and the man takes her by the hand and grabs onto two of her hands, suddenly yanking them apart with a violent snap. Yukiko grabs her hand and rolls away from The Mauler of The Void but he stays on her, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her under his legs before lifting her up for a big Powerbomb and holds for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP BY YUKIKO!

Yukiko rolls from the ring, to the outside. Miguel stalks after her like a hunter, grabbing a kendo stick wrapped in glowing barbwire from a trash can. The Mauler stalks after The Osaka Devil, rearing the weapon back and striking her across the back with it. An audible CRACK sounds as Yukiko stumbles forward, tensing from the shot. Miguel rears back and nails her again with another CRACK, sending her against the barricade. Yukiko grabs onto it with her hands to keep herself vertical and Miguel comes in with a series of more shots. One…two…three…four more swings across the back, caning Yukiko with the modified weapon. Specks of green appear across her flesh with a few little trails running down. She turns around, leaning back against the barricade and Miguel presses the kendo stick against her forehead, twisting and rolling it across her flesh, eliciting screams from the Japanese Queen of Chaos. After he’s had his fill of that, he steps back and loads up for one more shot, this time going for a downward strike over her head but Yukiko sidesteps and the kendo stick snaps across the barricade. Miguel turns and Yukiko takes him across the face with a stiff right hand. Miguel reels back and Yukiko rocks him with another one. She nails him a third time and he stumbles back against the barricade. Yukiko looks for a fourth strike but Miguel catches her hand in his and takes her in the jaw with a European Uppercut, sending her back and down to the floor.

Winter Mae: Ooooooooh! Yukiko Kusanagi started getting a head of steam but one big shot from Miguel Ortiz and the dial’s right back where he wants it!

Kyle Cassidy: You could hear that one all across the stands, Winter!

Miguel rubs his jaw, looking more agitated than hurt and grabs up one of the trash cans filled with assorted instruments of death. He dumps out a glowing pile onto the floor, wielding just the can itself now as Yukiko gets back to her feet only to have Miguel dent the side of the trashcan over her head and leave her crumpling back to the floor. Miguel drops the trashcan and looks around for something else to inflict more bodily harm with before he turns his eyes to the commentary table and starts clearing it off, throwing the Zion board and the monitors off.

Kyle Cassidy: Hey watch it, that’s my water!

Miguel Ortiz: Take your fucking water, bitch!

Miguel throws an open bottle of water right at Kyle Cassidy, causing a splash everywhere as the commentary team moves to get out of the way. Next, Miguel pulls Yukiko up to her feet who looks like she has lead in her kneepads and lifts her up over his shoulders, across his back, looking for the “Crucifix Bomb” but Yukiko wiggles and fights to get free, eventually doing so and landing on her feet behind Miguel. The Mauler whips around, looking to catch her but Yukiko steps in and, no flashiness, no showboating, just straight up punt kicks Miguel right between the legs with everything she’s got! Miguel yells out in pain as he clutches himself and drops to his knees. Yukiko fires a pair of gun fingers at him and comes charging in, leaping off of her feet to deliver “The WIzard (Shining Wizard)” directly to the face of Miguel!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Winter Mae: Well, we knew this was gonna get ugly!!

Kyle Cassidy: As if it wasn’t already!!

Yukiko pulls herself up, green running down her back from those kendo stick shots under the black light of the arena. She pulls Miguel up and rolls him onto the commentary table. She steps back, thinking for a second before she grabs the same trash can he hit her with earlier and slides it down over his head and upper body.

Kyle Cassidy: Winter, what is she doing?

Winter Mae: I don’t know, but between the two of them, we’re not going to have a table much longer!

Yukiko starts to climb onto the apron when she looks across the ring at something. She gets back down and storms over to where the rest of that open package of light tubes are and brings the whole thing over to the table. With the trashcan over the top half of his body, Miguel starts to slowly sit up, trying to get it off of him. Yukiko sets the bundle of tubes down and grabs a steel chair, wrapped in blowing barbwire. She cocks it back and whacks it against the front of the chair, knocking Miguel back down onto the table. Yukiko rears the chair up and brings it down two more times across the trash can, beating the daylights out of her opponent. Once she’s satisfied, she throws the chair aside and starts grabbing light tubes from the packaging. One by one, Yukiko starts shoving them up inside the trash can with Miguel, wedging them between him and the dented metal.

Winter Mae: Oh this could be bad. This could be BAD BAD!

Kyle Cassidy: What the hell is Yukiko doing, Winter?!

Winter Mae: Kyle, we have to move.

Kyle Cassidy: Yukiko! Think about thi–

Yukiko Kusanagi: DAMARE!!!

Kyle Cassidy: Ok, ok, I know what that means!

Yukiko climbs back up onto the apron and scales to the top turnbuckle. Once she finds her balance, she pounds a fist on her chest, kisses two fingers and throws the horns up to the sky. Shout out to Roni Ozborn as Yukiko dives back off of the turnbuckle, flipping backwards through the air!!! “NEVER SAY DIE (DIVING MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE)” SENDS HER CRASHING DOWN ON TOP OF MIGUEL AND THE LIGHT TUBES INSIDE THE TRASH CAN!!!!! THE COMMENTARY TABLE EXPLODES UNDERNEATH THE IMPACT AND SO DO THE LIGHT TUBES IN A GLOWING CLOUD OF DUST!!!!! THE TRASHCAN CAVES IN ON MIGUEL AS YUKIKO CLUTCHES HER MIDSECTION, ROLLING OFF OF HIM!!

Crowd:

HOLY SHIT!!

HOLY SHIT!!

HOLY SHIT!!

HOLY SHIT!!

Kyle Cassidy: Yukiko Kusanagi just threw caution to the wind and went for broke but she got it!!

Winter Mae: This match might be over!! We got both Yukiko Kusanagi and Miguel Ortiz just laid out completely in front of us and neither of them are moving!

Kyle Cassidy: At least they’re breathing!

Both wrestlers begin to slow slight signs of life. Miguel moves a leg. Yukiko rolls onto her back, wincing from the pain in her body. The crowd cheers for her to get up and finish the job but they soon turn to boos as, from the ramp, Eduardo Gutiérrez from The Void comes running down to ringside to check on his stablemate.

Eduardo Gutiérrez: Migs!!! Migs!!!!

Eduardo shouts to let Miguel know he’s there as he carefully pulls the crushed trash can, with some effort, off of his friend. It’s only then that the cameras catch the full severity of the damage with Miguel lying there, oozing bright green “blood” from his face and arms. Even Eduardo’s taken aback, knowing it has to be even worse than it looks under the UV light. He thinks for a second before coming to a decision.

Eduardo Gutiérrez: I gotchu, bro! I gotchu! We got this! Get up, bitch!

The last remark is said to Yukiko as Eduardo grabs her, drags her up to her feet and throws her into the ring before sliding more macabre tools into the ring. Namely, another barbwire board and a couple of chairs, all wrapped in glowing, deadly coils. Eduardo calls for Miguel to get up before he slides into the ring and grabs one of the chairs. He waits for Yukiko to get up, wanting to bust her right over the head with it. Yukiko lifts her face to the camera with Eduardo behind her. Even with the contacts in, her glowing red eyes make it clear she’s not all there as green oozes down her face and drips down onto the mat. She pushes off of the ropes, turns and Eduardo swings for the fences BUT HE MISSES!!!! YUKIKO GIVES HIM THE JUKE AND EDUARDO TURNS AROUND RIGHT INTO A CLOUD OF DARK MIST FLYING FROM YUKIKO’S MOUTH RIGHT INTO HIS FACE!!!!!

Winter Mae: WHOA!!

Kyle Cassidy: WHAT THE HELL?!

Winter Mae: SHE JUST MISTED HIM!!!

Kyle Cassidy: WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?!

Eduardo drops the chair and rubs at his eyes, screaming in pure agony as Yukiko laughs with the remnants of the mist dripping off of her chin like a black sludge under the lights, staining her teeth. A vast contrast from her glowing, Hannya painted face. She looks like a creature from a Japanese horror film as she grabs Eduardo by the hair and pulls him in under her arm, hooks both of his and sets him up near one of the corners. She lifts Eduardo up and falls back! “KURO GISHIKI [BLACK SABBATH] (DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BRAINBUSTER) THROUGH THE BARBWIRE BOARD IN THE CORNER!!!!! THE WOODEN BOARD ITSELF EXPLODES UNDERNEATH THE IMPACT, COVERING BOTH YUKIKO AND EDUARDO IN A MESS OF WIRE!!!!

Kyle Cassidy: Black Sabbath to Ex Con Ed through that barbwire!!!

Winter Mae: Good! Now get him out of here!

Yukiko crawls out of the mess of barbwire, dripping more green from her back and arms while Eduardo lies there limp. She pulls herself up to her feet and kicks him out of the ring, still wrapped in the wire. Ringside security rush over to start assisting in untangling him from the wire. Yukiko looms over the top rope from inside of the ring and spits down in his direction, in disgust.

Kyle Cassidy: Yukiko Kusanagi just let Eduardo Gutiérrez know what she thinks of him, Winter!

Winter Mae: Yeah, but watch out, Miguel is back in the ring!

Yukiko steps back from the ropes and turns around. BIG SPEAR FROM MIGUEL NEARLY CUTS HER IN HALF AND TAKES HER DOWN TO THE MAT!!!! MIGUEL HOOKS THE LEG!!!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE–NO!!!!

YUKIKO GETS A SHOULDER UP!!

Miguel Ortiz: BITCH!!!

Miguel curses as he sits up on his knees. He grabs Yukiko by the hair and pulls her back up, folding her forward under his legs and lifts her up across his shoulders for the “Crucifix Powerbomb” again. Again, Yukiko kicks and wriggles to get free. She can’t quite do so but her struggling causes Miguel to stumble back until she’s able to get her feet on the top rope. Yukiko shoves off, using the spring in the rope to propel herself into a backflip, taking her down to the mat on her feet, in front of Miguel. The Mauler’s eyes go wide and he barely has a second to register before The Osaka Devil spins out and TAKES HIM ACROSS THE FACE WITH THE “STEEL FEATHER (BLACK MASS KICK)!!!” She grabs him under the arms!! She can’t quite lift him up so she improvises and jumps off her feet, using her own bodyweight to SPIKE HIS HEAD INTO THE MAT WITH A MODIFIED “KURO GISHIKI!!!!” YUKIKO ROLLS HIM OVER FOR A COVER!!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE?!

NO!!!! MIGUEL GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!!

Oozing neon green over her painted face, Yukiko sits up with frustration and malice in her crimson eyes. She looks over at the light tube board in the other corner and crawls towards it, before finding the strength to rise and walk over. She pulls it out of the corner and lays it flat on the mat. She picks Miguel up again. The big man is almost deadweight in her arms as he slumps down to his knees but she muscles him up, positioning him for another “Kuro Gishiki” over the light tubes. With both of their bodies slick with blood, one of Miguel’s arms slips free and Yukiko goes to hook it again but he pulls it away and springs up, rocking her back with a European Uppercut from that arm! Yukiko staggers but Miguel pulls her back in. He lifts her up, backs up towards the corner but not too close so as to avoid her making a similar escape as last time and lunges forward, popping Yukiko over his shoulders!! “CRUCIFIX BOMB” ONTO THE LIGHT TUBE BOARD AND ANOTHER EXPLOSION OF GLOWING GLASS AND POWDER AS YUKIKO CRASHES DOWN ON TOP OF IT!!!! MIGUEL HOLDS HER LEGS IN PLACE FOR THE PIN!!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

BUT NO!!! YUKIKO FIRES A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!!

Miguel falls back onto the mat, grabbing his face in disbelief. But the crowd is absolutely stunned that both of these warriors are even able to keep going. Miguel pushes himself up to sit up, leaning back on his elbows as he stares at Yukiko shaking his head.

Miguel Ortiz: What the fuck are you?

Yukiko lies there on her side, looking at him and…she just laughs. Weakly. Defiantly. But she laughs. She falls onto her back, shaking with pained, exhausted laughter. Outside the ring, the security staff have gotten the tangling of barbwire off of Eduardo Gutiérrez and discarded it inside the ring to get it out of the way. Miguel sees it and glares between it and Yukiko. He fights to get to his feet and walks over, grabbing the mess of wire in his hands and drops it onto what’s leg of the light tube board he slammed Yukiko onto.

Crowd:

FIGHT FOREVER!

FIGHT FOREVER!

FIGHT FOREVER!

FIGHT FOREVER!

Winter Mae: This match has been insane already but Toronto, Ontario wants more from these two in this Invasion!

Kyle Cassidy: I’m surprised they have anything left in the tank, Winter.

Miguel pulls Yukiko up to her feet and tucks her down again. He shakes his head at the crowd, drawing a thumb quickly across his throat.

Miguel Ortiz: Muerte! Fucking. Done!

Miguel lifts Yukiko up across his shoulders, barely moving as she is and he drives her down onto the mess of barbwire with another “Crucifix Bomb!” This time, he falls back in exhaustion but quickly crawls over and drapes his arm over the motionless woman. Again, the referee drops down and hits the mat.

ONE!

…

TWO!

…

THREE!

Vivian Blake: Here is your winner…MIGUEL…OOOOORTIIIIIIIIIZ!!!

New Year’s Day’s “Kill Or Be Killed” comes from the PA as Miguel rolls onto his back and raises an arm, extending a middle finger to the booing crowd. His arm drops and the black UV lighting fades, shrouding the arena in darkness again for a moment. When the lighting returns, it’s back to normal and the crowd is left to see just how grizzly this fight got with each other. The neon green blood they’ve been seen covered with now appears as the actual dark crimson that it should be and this looks like a straight up murder scene with blood staining the mat around them. Yukiko is helped by the referee to roll off of the barbwire. The body paint now invisible again as we just see her back covered in blood as well as her face and arms with bits of fluorescent glass here and there as well as in Miguel.

Kyle Cassidy: Mercifully, this match is over, Winter. I don’t think these two are going to be the same after this.

Winter Mae: I’m inclined to agree with you, Kyle. Give it up for both of them. They really put it out there.

Kyle Cassidy: Absolutely, and big props to Miguel Ortiz. Like him or not, he had one hell of an obstacle in his career tonight and he managed to grit his teeth and grind past The Osaka Devil!

Winter Mae: That match certainly was a nightmare to behold.

Kyle Cassidy: Absolutely, it was!

Miguel crawls out of the ring and finds his feet, stumbling away from the ring and up the ramp, victorious despite how mangled he appears. Inside the ring, Yukiko slowly sits up, swatting the referee away from helping her. She says nothing. Does nothing. The Osaka Devil just sits there on the mat with her head in her hands. Finally, she lowers her arms to rest on her knees as she looks up and around at the crowd. A look of frustration and failure on her face. The referee tries to offer help again but she angrily shoves them back this time and painfully rolls out of the ring, hitting the floor and having to pick herself up. Despite the applause from the crowd for a great match between her and Miguel Ortiz, Yukiko Kusanagi limps up the ramp, stopping on the stage where she looks back at the ring once more before walking backstage.

WINNER: MIGUEL ORTIZ
RESULT: PINFALL (CRUCIFIX BOMB)