Post by Intern on Jan 6, 2022 2:35:22 GMT
The scene opens in the parking lot of the Blue Cross Arena in Rochester, New York, which a stretch limo drives in. The vehicle stops in front of a pathway that leads to the entrance to the building, which is covered by a brand-new red carpet. Just then, the chauffeur comes out and walks around, heading to the rear door. As the door opens, the chauffeur steps to the side and waits.
Just then, a woman’s hand comes out of the door, prompting the chauffeur to hold it and assist in the exit. From out of the vehicle steps Angel Kash, styling in an outfit that only she can wear a stunning gold dress, gold limited edition Jimmy Choo high heel pumps, and a matching limited edition Chanel handbag, with a tiara on her head, and proudly displaying her newly acquired accessory over her shoulder, the Zion Wrestling Championship belt. She acknowledges the chauffeur's presence and looks around her surroundings, to which she responds with a mood of disgust….only for a few seconds before lightening her mood.
Angel Kash: Today is a good day to be Elite. No wait….Every day is a good day to be Elite.
Angel laughs as begins to walk like a goddess to the arena as paparazzi come out to take her picture as The Princess takes the time to pose with her title. As the paparazzi keep screaming her name
Paparazzi: Angel over here, Angel this way, Angel over here!
Angel scoffs, before the scene fades to black.
We cut the inside of the Blue Cross Arena! The pyro is unleashed and the fans are ready for a show!
Tripp Bennett: We are one week removed from the final Zion Pay Per View of 2021! Now it’s time for a New Year and a New Mayhem! Welcome everyone…to Wednesday Night Mayhem! I’m Tommy Green, joined by Winter Mae!
Winter Mae: We’re in store for a great show tonight, Tommy! We have a #1 Contenders Match for the National Championship, as well as a load of new stars and opportunities! Let’s begin!
Method In The Badness's remix of "Bad Boys" fills the arena as the crowd cheers. Only one person comes out to that one, and sure enough, out walks Faye Brown in street clothes; white tank top, ripped blue jeans, black boots, beanie on her carrot top. She doesn't even have her contacts in, meaning she's in her glasses. Though instead of her usual "party animal" entrance, a serious look has crossed The Scrap-Iron Scarecrow as she simply walks down the aisle to the ring. After Brown rolls into the ring, she pops up and asks James Buchanan for his microphone, which she's granted. As the "Bad Boys" remix fades out, Faye mimes as though she has the Zion Wrestling Championship, only to show that she's holding up nothing.
Crowd: YOU DESERVED IT! clap clap clapclapclap
YOU DESERVED IT! clap clap clapclapclap
YOU DESERVED IT! clap clap clapclapclap
Obviously, this chant confuses Faye, whose serious expression becomes one of perplexion.
Faye Brown: Wait, you're saying I deserved to lose the title?
The crowd boos in response, which perks Brown up a bit.
Faye Brown: Oh, so I deserved the title, then?
The crowd cheers in response, predictably.
Faye Brown: OK, cool, I was about to say, "the fuck did I do except get screwed out of my crowning achievement?" Good to know I ain't let y'all down, either.
Brown chuckles before starting proper.
Faye Brown: Anyway... I'll make no bones about it, Angel Kash is the Zion Wrestling Champion.
The crowd boos again at the mention of Angel Kash.
Faye Brown: Yeah, I know, I know, it sucks... but hey, facts are facts, man, and as much as I hate it, that's a fact. No use dwelling on what should have been, especially after having done that since New Year's Revolution. But you know what else is a fact?
The former Zion Champion for five minutes looks right to the hard cam.
Faye Brown: It's a fact that it took five people to strip me of my dream. It's a fact that I'm still standing right here. It's a fact that everyone in the Privileged Elite, from Anderson to Kash, are now marked men or women. And it's a fact that it may have been just business to you, but even in the business world, shit can get really personal. But there's still a line. Guess what you stopped tip-toeing after you ruined what was supposed to be the biggest night of my career.
The crowd cheers on Brown as she rants on.
Faye Brown: Now... call me a copycat, but I saw this one woman do this in NFW, where she made a list. It was of people who she felt slighted her and people she wanted to defend her title against for that.
The Scrap-Iron Scarecrow pulls out a folded-up piece of paper from her left pocket.
Faye Brown: I've done the same thing, except this paper has five names on it: all of the Privileged Elite. You see, I wasn't kidding when I was talking about taking them down and dismantling them one by one until one was left. Now, you're probably asking "Faye, that's five-on-one, you can't beat those odds!" And you may be right. After all, we saw New Year's Revolution, didn't we?
After putting the paper back into her pocket, Faye holds a finger up, which is always followed up with a "but..."
Faye Brown: But here's the funny thing: I've got some back-up if things get hairy, be it in Zion or elsewhere. Those five only got each other, and the rest of Mayhem made that perfectly clear. The rest of Mayhem would rather have seen someone who earned everything they had through hard work be champion, someone like Ashlynn Cassidy, or...
Brown shrugs a little, knowing that there's only one other comparison whose held the title.
Faye Brown: ...well, me, to put it bluntly. The point is that's the kind of reputation and dedication people gravitate to naturally. Hell, some people would think that's inspiring. They don't gravitate to spoon-fed, prissy, mean girls... and guy. People like that don't function too well when they meet with the people who actually have to work, who actually have to fight for their keep. Who have to actually punch the fuck up. That's. Just. How it is. It's not jealousy. It's not envy. It's a natural hatred for greed and the darkness of it.
Faye shakes her head no.
Faye Brown: So I guess you can call my plan "taxing the rich." It's more or less the same thing.
Brown hands the microphone back to James Buchanan before going to a corner while taking off her beanie and glasses.
Faye Brown vs Jessica Anderson
James Buchanan: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first…already in the ring…from Syracuse, New York…weighing in at 114 lbs…”The Scrap-Iron Scarecrow”...Faye! Brown!
And her opponent…representing the Privileged Elite…from Worcester, England…weighing in at 119 lbs…”Jobber”! Jessica! Anderson!
Tommy Green: Jessica Anderson is definitely walking in her with a load of confidence considering that she cost Faye Brown the Zion Championship last week!
Winter Mae: I don’t think she realizes how vulnerable she is in this moment without her friends! Faye Brown already beat her down before, just think about the beating she’s in for now!
Jessica Anderson looks over her corner and to the crowd with a confident expression, the likes of which are immediately killed off by Brown rushing across the ring at her and nailing her with a stiff Forearm! The shot sends her to the mat, and Brown begins to mount her with a bevy of strikes to the head! She gets Anderson to her feet, throwing her into the corner, before running up and nailing her with a High Knee, before running her across the ring and hitting her with a Bulldog! Anderson hits the mat, immediately coming to the realization that Brown is not going to let her leave the ring on her own accord unless she acts now! Anderson rolls out of the ring under the bottom ropes, slowly getting to her feet and beginning to stagger around the ring in order to reach the ramp!
Brown is having none of this however, rolling out of the ring from the other side and running around the ring! She gains as much momentum as possible, before catching Anderson with a huge Spear before she could reach the ramp! Anderson’s head hits the concrete hard, with her hardy being able to function as Brown gets her to her feet and throws her back into the ring! Anderson tries to get back to her feet in the ring, but Brown slides back into the ring under the bottom rope, before hitting the ropes and smacking Anderson with a SHINING WIZARD!! Brown gets Anderson to her feet again before hitting her with a RIOT MAKER!! Brown sits beside the fallen Anderson, before getting her to her feet and hitting her with a SECOND RIOT MAKER!! She goes for the pin, staring down the hard camera as she does!
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE!
James Buchanan: The winner of this match…Faye! Brown!
Tommy Green: Well Winter, to say that was a dominant one would be a huge understatement!
Winter Mae: We better check in and see if Anderson can even stand after that! It was brutal! But Faye Brown did say she would be taking out the Privileged Elite one-by-one! Now she’s got one down!
Brown gets to her feet, before advancing to the ropes towards the hard camera, raising up a finger and mouthing “One down”. She exits the ring, before beginning to walk up the ramp! Just then however, Cassie Lopez jumps in, striking Brown from behind!
Tommy Green: WHOA!
Winter Mae: What the hell is Cassie Lopez doing?!
Brown gets to her hands and knees on the stage, before Lopez takes her down with the STAMP OF RELEVANCY!! CURB STOMP ON THE STAGE!!
Tommy Green: Well it looks like Faye Brown has a new target in her crosshairs!
Winter Mae: With what just happened here, Tommy, I think the hunter just became the hunted!
Lopez raises her arms in the air as we fade out!
WINNER: FAYE BROWN (VIA PINFALL)
The scene comes up in the middle of the ring, and we see the crowd still pumping about the show so far. That's when "Breaking through" by the Wreckage hits the P.A System.
That's when Elijah comes out, and the fans boos. Elijah stands there on the stage, looking at the fans. He's wearing a black leather jacket, a black shirt with "Copeland Era" written on it, loose-fitting jeans, and black sneakers. He starts walking down the ramp until he finally gets to the ringside. He stops there because moving towards the steel steps. He starts to climb them before walking along the sides of the ring before he enters it. His music stops, and thus was given a mic from the outside. He put the mic up to his mouth and speaks.
❝I guess you all heard already, right? While you were a Twitter, you saw the first three participates for the Madness Rumble. So far, it's me, Cosmo Cooper, and Théa Erzili. But more will be announced whenever. For now, I'm going to show you all why I'm the Golden Stand of Mayhem. You see, I'm going into that Rumble to win like the rest of the roster.❞
❝But there's a difference...❞ Gives off a chuckle. ❝...they're not me. They're not Elijah Copeland and never will be. Do you think I'm saying this because I can?❞
The fans boo him, and Elijah wasn't taking any of it.
❝You'll be right. Do you think that I care about what anyone thinks of me? No, I don't. I don't care because it doesn't affect me. You, people, are beneath me, and you know it. You that you can handle what I can do in this ring, and you can't handle that I have more talent in my one little finger than you have in your entire body.❞
❝One thing you people need to understand is that I get whatever I want. I get it because...well, I'm Elijah Copeland, and you're not. You see, I don't care what number I'm going to get. I could get one, two, three, or enter last. Do you think that matters to me? Nah, because I'm only the one worthy enough of winning because I'm the golden boy. I'm the man that everyone wants to be and want to be with, and nobody can tell me any different.❞
❝At Madness, I'm going into that rumble, and I'm going to win it. Everyone is just going to be a stepping stone for me, and you all know it. Just some of those idiots in the back refuse to see it. But that's why at Madness, I'm going to be the last man standing.❞
He smiles as he drops the mic and his music hits. He gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp while hearing the fans boo as the scene fades elsewhere.
Match #2: Thea Erzili vs Layla Aishe
James Buchanan: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first…from Cairo, Egypt…weighing in at 120 lbs…”The Egyptian Dream”...Layla! Aishe!
And her opponent…from New Orleans, Louisiana…weighing in at 147 lbs…Théa! Erzili!
Tommy Green: Théa Erzili had an amazing showing in the Chance Briefcase Gauntlet Eliminator last week at YouTube Invasion: New Year’s Revolution! She ultimately came up short, but is looking to get back on track here!
WInter Mae: I saw every second of her performance in the Gauntlet and absolutely loved it, Tommy! This competitor’s got some big things in store for her if she performs at that level every week! Let’s see what she’s got here tonight!
Layla and Thea tie up, as Aishe would go for an arm wrench and applied pressure while they were standing. However, Thea's judo prowess would reverse the hold back onto Layla, and then transitioned her down with a hip toss, and then grounding her with an armbar. Erzili would drop down to one knee to further the effect of the move and keep her grounded. Aishe fights to her feet, slowly forcing Thea up as well, and then hitting Thea with an elbow and following up with a split-legged facebuster.
Winter Mae: "Methodical start to the fight, but, it looks like now things are getting more physical."
Aishe would run to the ropes, as she hits Thea with a running senton and hooked the leg, but, she only gets a 2 count. Layla would go to pick Thea up, and rotated her for a hangman's neckbreaker, however, Thea throws a pair of elbows, before shoving her away. Aishe turns around to eat a big enzugiri, which leveled Layla. Thea would follow up, locking Layla into an STF to try and grind out a win.
Winter Mae: That's causing her a lot of pain in the calf and the neck with that combination."
Tommy Green: "You'd think she would see that move coming! She's so close to the ropes, and Layla gets there."
Aishe gets a hand on the rope, forcing the break, as Thea tried to drag her back, but, Layla kicked her away. She would roll back, as Layla gets up to fire a superkick into Thea's face to stun her as she falls back into the corner. Aishe taunted, before charging in for a shoulder tackle, but, Thea avoided causing her to crash. Capitalizing, Thea would grab Aishe by the tights as she forced her shoulder into the post a second time like a battery ram. She would then deliver a Russian Legsweep to Layla, before floating into the Twin Slasher. The added pain was too much, and Layla would tap out to avoid further injury.
James Buchanan: The winner of this match…Théa! Erzili!
Tommy Green: Théa Erzili gets a nice win here tonight!
Winter Mae: The Mayhem brand has a huge future star in Théa Erzili, Tommy! I guarantee it!
Théa Erzili celebrates as we fade out.
WINNER: THEA ERZILI (VIA SUBMISSION)
We open up in an eerily familiar hallway. The red, brown, and orange hexagonal pattern invokes thoughts of The Overlook Hotel, quite intentionally. The camera is aimed down what appears to be a never-ending corridor. It pans around to show the same thing on the other side. When it pans back to its original view the Bisque Dolls are standing there. Dressed in identical dresses both stare blankly into the camera. Slowly grins creep across their faces in unison. Their eyes slowly focus and show life.
Sallow Twins: Tonight we face the former champions.
The twins speak in unison. Their haunting voices echoed down the never-ending hall.
Sallow Twins: Kenzie and Fable. An odd pair. One seems terrified of us, the other accepting. Maybe us being here, like this, will help. A familiar look in a familiar setting?
The twins both tilt their heads to the side, in unison, as they ask the question.
Sallow Twins: Or does this frighten you too much? Are the creepy shining twins going to give you nightmares?
The twin grin in unison. But these grins are wicked and sinister.
Sallow Twins: We do not apologize. We are who we are. If that frightens you, that is your problem. If that means you do not want to show up, then so be it.
They straighten their heads back up. Those grins remained.
Sallow Twins: But we do hope you show up. It would be quite the feather in our proverbial caps to beat you. A solid, “solo” win against the former champions. Would make a great stepping stone to creep into the nightmares of the champs.
They pause.
Sallow Twins: Though we aren’t sure that is a place we actually want to be. We have a feeling that they would be so bland and banal that we might actually kill them in their sleep.
That grin of theirs turns somehow murderous.
Sallow Twins: Though that does sound quite fun.
Another pause and their grins slowly disappear. They stare into the camera blankly.
Sallow Twins: Kenzie, Fable, we do so hope you both show up. That neither of you fear, too much. We want to meet you. We want to play with you.
Those creepy smiles return to their faces.
Sallow Twins: Play with us, BFG. Come play with us. Play with us, BFG. Forever, and ever, and ever and ever…
The twins’ voices seem to slowly fade out. Their lips continue to move repeating those last two words as the scene fades.
Kenzie Garrett: It feels like it ended too soon...
Kenzie laments, tugging an elbow pad into place. Her gloved hands going to her trim waist, and she can't help but feel like something is missing... the Zion Wrestling Tag Team championships being exactly that.
Kenzie Garrett: I feel naked as hell!
Fable Rowen: Careful, we're not that kind of show.
Fable said, pulling out a few pieces of blonde hair, turning her braided pigtails into two twin bubble braids. Kenzie's nose scrunches up, her arms folding under her chest. Sulking as she takes a seat on a piece of roller luggage, using her heels to push on the wheels.
Kenzie Garrett: How are you this blase about it? We put ourselves through literal Hell, dethroned the longest-reigning Tag Team Champions at 110 days, all for it to have been thrown out the window a little over three weeks in!
Fable Rowen: I'm not being blase. I just don't let Twatsic and Brennan Devlin's simp-fetish, less-interesting burner account come sentient rule over my thoughts and I think a LOT of people would benefit from being the same. I have every intention of tying them into sailor's knots and kicking them in their horse-faces like the overinflated soccer balls they inject their lips to look like... but they're not on our plate tonight. The Bisque dolls ARE what's on our plate.
A clear shudder follows. Kenzie trying not to let out a whine. Her tough reputation clearly not interested in showing too much weakness, but it hadn't been any surprise that the ghoulish images and creepy mind games of the Dolls had gotten into Garrett's psyche.
Kenzie Garrett: Don't remind me...
She said, absent-mindedly leaning on the handle to the luggage.
Kenzie Garrett: And it's not like they were "our business" when they jumped us after our main event. We went to war with one of the best teams in this company's HISTORY... and it just feels like it was for nothing.
Fable Rowen: And what did we prove then?
The blonde asked, while Kenzie sulked.
Fable Rowen: We proved we're better than the BEST - a team that would have eaten those two alive. We didn't get pinned. You said that yourself. The only thing those girls have over us are our titles and that won't last. A win against the Tim Burton Twins is going to get us right back on track and right back into title contention. There's a REASON that Tag Team wrestling isn't the main event with those two as champs. There's a REASON we're booked and they're not. We're who the people of beautiful Rochester, New York!
A momentary pause. Fable grins as the pop practically rattles the rafters, planting her hands onto her hips.
Fable Rowen: want to see. We ELEVATE tag team wrestling. It's just who we are. Tonight the only difference is we're going out there a little more naked than usual.
Kenzie Garrett: But you know as well as I do that there's a draft coming up... if we have to leave Mayhem without getting our revenge...
Fable Rowen: Then we meet Code Black to become World Tag Team Champions instead on Fusion.
Kenzie Garrett: But they don't suck nearly as hard!
Fable Rowen: Well... yeah. But, there's no guarantee we're leaving Mayhem. We did make history as the first-ever brand exclusive tag team, after all. And if we leave...
Fable searches for the silver lining. Seeing as Kenzie's eyes were lingering onto her. Quickly, firing off something especially evocative to her tag team partner.
Fable Rowen: BFG could expand to a trio with your favorite...
Kenzie Garrett: Razzles! BFG in Candyland!
Kenzie smiled, popping off of the luggage, pushing it to the side with her foot.
Kenzie Garrett: Okay, I feel better. Let's make short work of Cathryn and... other Kathryn. Let's take care of them-
Fable Rowen: Please don't do it.
Kenzie Garrett: -I'mthereIgotta...
Fable Rowen: I'm literally begging you with my entire heart and soul-
Kenzie Garrett: TAKE CARE OF 'EM BISQUICK.
Fable groans, while Kenzie smiles in an overt way that indicates she is VERY proud of herself. Following up with an extra snappy remark.
Kenzie Garrett: I got a rise out of you.
Fable Rowen: Damn it, Kenzie...
Fable sighed, while a very proud Garrett took hold of the blonde friend's hand, giving it a squeeze and a tug, leading her out of the locker room.
Match #3: Thalia Starks vs Jason Ryan
James Buchanan: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first…from Shreveport, Louisiana…weighing in at 144 lbs…Thalia! Starks!
And her opponent…from Billings, Montana…weighing in at 245 lbs…Jason! Ryan!
Thalia goes at Jason to start the match but he shoves her away with two hands and stares at her with a smirk as she pulls herself up from the ground. She hits the ropes and ducks under a lariat from Ryan and goes for a leaping shoulder block on the comeback! She smashes into him and spills to the mat. Ryan takes one step back, barely phased by the move and grabs her and pulls her back to her feet.
Ryan hits an uppercut that makes Starks stumble and then follows with a bare-handed slap that sounds throughout the arena. Thalia holds her stinging cheek as she tumbles over to the ropes. Ryan goes for a bicycle kick to launch her over the ropes! Starks ducks away and scrambles to the corner! Ryan’s leg is caught on the top rope! Starks with a kick to his thigh! Jason pulls his leg off the ropes and holds his thigh. Swinging neckbreaker! Starks takes advantage! She tries to pin the shoulders!
ONE…!
Jason tosses her away from him with two hands and grabs at his thigh. He stands up and Starks steps in with a series of lefts and rights to back him into the corner. Ryan covers up and then shoves her away. Thalia running right back in for a running corner splash! Starks sees Ryan still standing there and goes for another one! Jason catches her turns away from the corner for a Pumphandle Suplex! Starks holds her back as Ryan leans down and pokes a finger in her face.
Ryan turns Thalia and stomps on her back! Jason grabs a handful of hair as he pulls Thalia back to her feet and sends her to the ropes. Discus clothesline! He turns her inside out! Thalia holds her back as she looks to get up, but Ryan pushes her back to the mat and grabs her arms as he puts a knee into her back and pulls back. Starks screams out as Jason holds her that way and smirks at her. Starks works to her knees and tries to stand. Jason lets go of her arms and knees her in the back of the head with his other leg and then steps over her to the ropes and looks out at the crowd.
The crowd boos loudly as Thalia rolls to the ropes and tries to pull herself up. Jason goes over to stop her and is tripped into the ropes! Starks pulls herself up and grabs the ropes. Springboard splash! Ryan catches her! He puts her on his shoulder and walks to the corner! Snake eyes! Starks slumps forward into the corner! Jason grabs her by the waist and pushes her into the ring where she rolls to her knees for PINKEYE! THE SUPERKICK SQUARE TO THE EYES! Ryan lazily pins her!
ONE…!
TWO…!
A kick out! Cheers from the crowd as Thalia kicks out and holds her face. Ryan stands up and argues with the official before pointing at the turnbuckle. The official turns toward it and Jason takes a step back and steps on Thalia’s face! The official turns back as he hears the reaction from the crowd but looks confused. Jason goes into the corner and watches Thalia as she tries to get up. Jason goes for the HEADSHOT! KINSHASA MISSES! Thalia turns and rolls him up into a pin!
ONE…!
TWO…!
Jason kicks out of the roll up and Thalia gives him a quick stomp to the back of the head as he stands. Ryan looks furious as he stands and charges. Thalia with the hip toss! Ryan blocks it and goes for a hip toss of his own! Starks turns away and hits a step-up enziguiri! Ryan drops to a knee and Thalia hits a dropkick! She kips up and then turns and hits a standing moonsault!
Starks is slow to stand as she gets up and heads for the top rope. She looks back at Ryan as she stands up and crosses her arms across her chest! Jason gets up and runs to the corner! Thalia staggers as his weight is added to the turnbuckle. Jason hits her with a forearm to the back and then grabs her. Ryan looks back as he hooks her for a BACK SUPERPLEX!
Thalia flips out to her feet! Jason crashes down to the mat! He tries to stand but Thalia grabs him from behind and sets him up for THE GAMBIT! PAROXYSM!! Thalia displays her strength as she gets him up and twists into her finisher to plant Jason into the mat! She hooks his leg and leans into the pin!
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE!
James Buchanan: The winner of this match…Thalia! Starks!
Tommy Green: Huge win here by Thalia Starks!
Starks celebrates as we go to commercial!
WINNER: THALIA STARKS (VIA PINFALL)
Just then, a woman’s hand comes out of the door, prompting the chauffeur to hold it and assist in the exit. From out of the vehicle steps Angel Kash, styling in an outfit that only she can wear a stunning gold dress, gold limited edition Jimmy Choo high heel pumps, and a matching limited edition Chanel handbag, with a tiara on her head, and proudly displaying her newly acquired accessory over her shoulder, the Zion Wrestling Championship belt. She acknowledges the chauffeur's presence and looks around her surroundings, to which she responds with a mood of disgust….only for a few seconds before lightening her mood.
Angel Kash: Today is a good day to be Elite. No wait….Every day is a good day to be Elite.
Angel laughs as begins to walk like a goddess to the arena as paparazzi come out to take her picture as The Princess takes the time to pose with her title. As the paparazzi keep screaming her name
Paparazzi: Angel over here, Angel this way, Angel over here!
Angel scoffs, before the scene fades to black.
We cut the inside of the Blue Cross Arena! The pyro is unleashed and the fans are ready for a show!
Tripp Bennett: We are one week removed from the final Zion Pay Per View of 2021! Now it’s time for a New Year and a New Mayhem! Welcome everyone…to Wednesday Night Mayhem! I’m Tommy Green, joined by Winter Mae!
Winter Mae: We’re in store for a great show tonight, Tommy! We have a #1 Contenders Match for the National Championship, as well as a load of new stars and opportunities! Let’s begin!
"BAD BOYS! What'cha want? What'cha want? What'cha gonna do? When Sheriff John Brown come for you?"
Method In The Badness's remix of "Bad Boys" fills the arena as the crowd cheers. Only one person comes out to that one, and sure enough, out walks Faye Brown in street clothes; white tank top, ripped blue jeans, black boots, beanie on her carrot top. She doesn't even have her contacts in, meaning she's in her glasses. Though instead of her usual "party animal" entrance, a serious look has crossed The Scrap-Iron Scarecrow as she simply walks down the aisle to the ring. After Brown rolls into the ring, she pops up and asks James Buchanan for his microphone, which she's granted. As the "Bad Boys" remix fades out, Faye mimes as though she has the Zion Wrestling Championship, only to show that she's holding up nothing.
Crowd: YOU DESERVED IT! clap clap clapclapclap
YOU DESERVED IT! clap clap clapclapclap
YOU DESERVED IT! clap clap clapclapclap
Obviously, this chant confuses Faye, whose serious expression becomes one of perplexion.
Faye Brown: Wait, you're saying I deserved to lose the title?
The crowd boos in response, which perks Brown up a bit.
Faye Brown: Oh, so I deserved the title, then?
The crowd cheers in response, predictably.
Faye Brown: OK, cool, I was about to say, "the fuck did I do except get screwed out of my crowning achievement?" Good to know I ain't let y'all down, either.
Brown chuckles before starting proper.
Faye Brown: Anyway... I'll make no bones about it, Angel Kash is the Zion Wrestling Champion.
The crowd boos again at the mention of Angel Kash.
Faye Brown: Yeah, I know, I know, it sucks... but hey, facts are facts, man, and as much as I hate it, that's a fact. No use dwelling on what should have been, especially after having done that since New Year's Revolution. But you know what else is a fact?
The former Zion Champion for five minutes looks right to the hard cam.
Faye Brown: It's a fact that it took five people to strip me of my dream. It's a fact that I'm still standing right here. It's a fact that everyone in the Privileged Elite, from Anderson to Kash, are now marked men or women. And it's a fact that it may have been just business to you, but even in the business world, shit can get really personal. But there's still a line. Guess what you stopped tip-toeing after you ruined what was supposed to be the biggest night of my career.
The crowd cheers on Brown as she rants on.
Faye Brown: Now... call me a copycat, but I saw this one woman do this in NFW, where she made a list. It was of people who she felt slighted her and people she wanted to defend her title against for that.
The Scrap-Iron Scarecrow pulls out a folded-up piece of paper from her left pocket.
Faye Brown: I've done the same thing, except this paper has five names on it: all of the Privileged Elite. You see, I wasn't kidding when I was talking about taking them down and dismantling them one by one until one was left. Now, you're probably asking "Faye, that's five-on-one, you can't beat those odds!" And you may be right. After all, we saw New Year's Revolution, didn't we?
After putting the paper back into her pocket, Faye holds a finger up, which is always followed up with a "but..."
Faye Brown: But here's the funny thing: I've got some back-up if things get hairy, be it in Zion or elsewhere. Those five only got each other, and the rest of Mayhem made that perfectly clear. The rest of Mayhem would rather have seen someone who earned everything they had through hard work be champion, someone like Ashlynn Cassidy, or...
Brown shrugs a little, knowing that there's only one other comparison whose held the title.
Faye Brown: ...well, me, to put it bluntly. The point is that's the kind of reputation and dedication people gravitate to naturally. Hell, some people would think that's inspiring. They don't gravitate to spoon-fed, prissy, mean girls... and guy. People like that don't function too well when they meet with the people who actually have to work, who actually have to fight for their keep. Who have to actually punch the fuck up. That's. Just. How it is. It's not jealousy. It's not envy. It's a natural hatred for greed and the darkness of it.
Faye shakes her head no.
Faye Brown: So I guess you can call my plan "taxing the rich." It's more or less the same thing.
Brown hands the microphone back to James Buchanan before going to a corner while taking off her beanie and glasses.
Faye Brown vs Jessica Anderson
James Buchanan: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first…already in the ring…from Syracuse, New York…weighing in at 114 lbs…”The Scrap-Iron Scarecrow”...Faye! Brown!
And her opponent…representing the Privileged Elite…from Worcester, England…weighing in at 119 lbs…”Jobber”! Jessica! Anderson!
Tommy Green: Jessica Anderson is definitely walking in her with a load of confidence considering that she cost Faye Brown the Zion Championship last week!
Winter Mae: I don’t think she realizes how vulnerable she is in this moment without her friends! Faye Brown already beat her down before, just think about the beating she’s in for now!
Jessica Anderson looks over her corner and to the crowd with a confident expression, the likes of which are immediately killed off by Brown rushing across the ring at her and nailing her with a stiff Forearm! The shot sends her to the mat, and Brown begins to mount her with a bevy of strikes to the head! She gets Anderson to her feet, throwing her into the corner, before running up and nailing her with a High Knee, before running her across the ring and hitting her with a Bulldog! Anderson hits the mat, immediately coming to the realization that Brown is not going to let her leave the ring on her own accord unless she acts now! Anderson rolls out of the ring under the bottom ropes, slowly getting to her feet and beginning to stagger around the ring in order to reach the ramp!
Brown is having none of this however, rolling out of the ring from the other side and running around the ring! She gains as much momentum as possible, before catching Anderson with a huge Spear before she could reach the ramp! Anderson’s head hits the concrete hard, with her hardy being able to function as Brown gets her to her feet and throws her back into the ring! Anderson tries to get back to her feet in the ring, but Brown slides back into the ring under the bottom rope, before hitting the ropes and smacking Anderson with a SHINING WIZARD!! Brown gets Anderson to her feet again before hitting her with a RIOT MAKER!! Brown sits beside the fallen Anderson, before getting her to her feet and hitting her with a SECOND RIOT MAKER!! She goes for the pin, staring down the hard camera as she does!
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE!
James Buchanan: The winner of this match…Faye! Brown!
Tommy Green: Well Winter, to say that was a dominant one would be a huge understatement!
Winter Mae: We better check in and see if Anderson can even stand after that! It was brutal! But Faye Brown did say she would be taking out the Privileged Elite one-by-one! Now she’s got one down!
Brown gets to her feet, before advancing to the ropes towards the hard camera, raising up a finger and mouthing “One down”. She exits the ring, before beginning to walk up the ramp! Just then however, Cassie Lopez jumps in, striking Brown from behind!
Tommy Green: WHOA!
Winter Mae: What the hell is Cassie Lopez doing?!
Brown gets to her hands and knees on the stage, before Lopez takes her down with the STAMP OF RELEVANCY!! CURB STOMP ON THE STAGE!!
Tommy Green: Well it looks like Faye Brown has a new target in her crosshairs!
Winter Mae: With what just happened here, Tommy, I think the hunter just became the hunted!
Lopez raises her arms in the air as we fade out!
WINNER: FAYE BROWN (VIA PINFALL)
The scene comes up in the middle of the ring, and we see the crowd still pumping about the show so far. That's when "Breaking through" by the Wreckage hits the P.A System.
That's when Elijah comes out, and the fans boos. Elijah stands there on the stage, looking at the fans. He's wearing a black leather jacket, a black shirt with "Copeland Era" written on it, loose-fitting jeans, and black sneakers. He starts walking down the ramp until he finally gets to the ringside. He stops there because moving towards the steel steps. He starts to climb them before walking along the sides of the ring before he enters it. His music stops, and thus was given a mic from the outside. He put the mic up to his mouth and speaks.
❝I guess you all heard already, right? While you were a Twitter, you saw the first three participates for the Madness Rumble. So far, it's me, Cosmo Cooper, and Théa Erzili. But more will be announced whenever. For now, I'm going to show you all why I'm the Golden Stand of Mayhem. You see, I'm going into that Rumble to win like the rest of the roster.❞
❝But there's a difference...❞ Gives off a chuckle. ❝...they're not me. They're not Elijah Copeland and never will be. Do you think I'm saying this because I can?❞
The fans boo him, and Elijah wasn't taking any of it.
❝You'll be right. Do you think that I care about what anyone thinks of me? No, I don't. I don't care because it doesn't affect me. You, people, are beneath me, and you know it. You that you can handle what I can do in this ring, and you can't handle that I have more talent in my one little finger than you have in your entire body.❞
❝One thing you people need to understand is that I get whatever I want. I get it because...well, I'm Elijah Copeland, and you're not. You see, I don't care what number I'm going to get. I could get one, two, three, or enter last. Do you think that matters to me? Nah, because I'm only the one worthy enough of winning because I'm the golden boy. I'm the man that everyone wants to be and want to be with, and nobody can tell me any different.❞
❝At Madness, I'm going into that rumble, and I'm going to win it. Everyone is just going to be a stepping stone for me, and you all know it. Just some of those idiots in the back refuse to see it. But that's why at Madness, I'm going to be the last man standing.❞
He smiles as he drops the mic and his music hits. He gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp while hearing the fans boo as the scene fades elsewhere.
We cut backstage to find Captain Cosmo walking down the corridor before he turns to the camera and with a large cheesy grin, he awkwardly waves.
Captain Cosmo: Ah yes! Hello Cosmonauts! Captain Cosmo here! And welcome to the year of 2022! And welcome to Mayhem! Captain Cosmo is looking forward to doing the wrestling tonight in his first match of this year and--
Jeff: Uhhh Cap?
Cosmo rolls his eyes as he puts his hands on his hips.
Captain Cosmo: What is it, Jeff?!
Jeff: You’re not in action tonight.
The Captain’s eyes go wide in shock.
Captain Cosmo: What?! But the Cosmonauts love Captain Cosmo! How could he not be booked on the first Mayhem of the new year?! Especially after his performance against friend Nami for the Championship of the Gateway!
Jeff: Well it’s a big roster, Cap. Gotta give others a chance.
Cosmo throws up his arms and lets out a sigh.
Captain Cosmo: I suppose you are right, friend Jeff! Oh well! What should we do now then?!
The Captain folds his arms and taps his chin with his index finger, having a think before his eyes go wide and he points up.
Captain Cosmo: Oh! Have you got the Captain Cosmo T-shirts sorted out yet?!
Jeff: Wait… I was supposed to get that sorted?
Captain Cosmo: Gah! Yes! How is Captain Cosmo supposed to get extra monies to assist in his quest to find the Cosmic Pug?!
Cosmo waves him off.
Captain Cosmo: Never mind! We shall do a Tube of You video production thing or whatever! Go and subscribe, like, comment or whatever you humans do on there! And remember you can no longer dislike because Mr. Tube of You is weird!
The Captain pauses and his eyes go wide.
Captain Cosmo: Captain Cosmo hopes he will not get canceled for that comment!
Jeff: I’m sure you’ll be fine, Cap.
Captain Cosmo: Yes well, that is all! DON’T TRUST EMUS! Okay! Goodbye!
Cosmo then disappears off camera as we cut back to the ring.
Captain Cosmo: Ah yes! Hello Cosmonauts! Captain Cosmo here! And welcome to the year of 2022! And welcome to Mayhem! Captain Cosmo is looking forward to doing the wrestling tonight in his first match of this year and--
Jeff: Uhhh Cap?
Cosmo rolls his eyes as he puts his hands on his hips.
Captain Cosmo: What is it, Jeff?!
Jeff: You’re not in action tonight.
The Captain’s eyes go wide in shock.
Captain Cosmo: What?! But the Cosmonauts love Captain Cosmo! How could he not be booked on the first Mayhem of the new year?! Especially after his performance against friend Nami for the Championship of the Gateway!
Jeff: Well it’s a big roster, Cap. Gotta give others a chance.
Cosmo throws up his arms and lets out a sigh.
Captain Cosmo: I suppose you are right, friend Jeff! Oh well! What should we do now then?!
The Captain folds his arms and taps his chin with his index finger, having a think before his eyes go wide and he points up.
Captain Cosmo: Oh! Have you got the Captain Cosmo T-shirts sorted out yet?!
Jeff: Wait… I was supposed to get that sorted?
Captain Cosmo: Gah! Yes! How is Captain Cosmo supposed to get extra monies to assist in his quest to find the Cosmic Pug?!
Cosmo waves him off.
Captain Cosmo: Never mind! We shall do a Tube of You video production thing or whatever! Go and subscribe, like, comment or whatever you humans do on there! And remember you can no longer dislike because Mr. Tube of You is weird!
The Captain pauses and his eyes go wide.
Captain Cosmo: Captain Cosmo hopes he will not get canceled for that comment!
Jeff: I’m sure you’ll be fine, Cap.
Captain Cosmo: Yes well, that is all! DON’T TRUST EMUS! Okay! Goodbye!
Cosmo then disappears off camera as we cut back to the ring.
Match #2: Thea Erzili vs Layla Aishe
James Buchanan: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first…from Cairo, Egypt…weighing in at 120 lbs…”The Egyptian Dream”...Layla! Aishe!
And her opponent…from New Orleans, Louisiana…weighing in at 147 lbs…Théa! Erzili!
Tommy Green: Théa Erzili had an amazing showing in the Chance Briefcase Gauntlet Eliminator last week at YouTube Invasion: New Year’s Revolution! She ultimately came up short, but is looking to get back on track here!
WInter Mae: I saw every second of her performance in the Gauntlet and absolutely loved it, Tommy! This competitor’s got some big things in store for her if she performs at that level every week! Let’s see what she’s got here tonight!
Layla and Thea tie up, as Aishe would go for an arm wrench and applied pressure while they were standing. However, Thea's judo prowess would reverse the hold back onto Layla, and then transitioned her down with a hip toss, and then grounding her with an armbar. Erzili would drop down to one knee to further the effect of the move and keep her grounded. Aishe fights to her feet, slowly forcing Thea up as well, and then hitting Thea with an elbow and following up with a split-legged facebuster.
Winter Mae: "Methodical start to the fight, but, it looks like now things are getting more physical."
Aishe would run to the ropes, as she hits Thea with a running senton and hooked the leg, but, she only gets a 2 count. Layla would go to pick Thea up, and rotated her for a hangman's neckbreaker, however, Thea throws a pair of elbows, before shoving her away. Aishe turns around to eat a big enzugiri, which leveled Layla. Thea would follow up, locking Layla into an STF to try and grind out a win.
Winter Mae: That's causing her a lot of pain in the calf and the neck with that combination."
Tommy Green: "You'd think she would see that move coming! She's so close to the ropes, and Layla gets there."
Aishe gets a hand on the rope, forcing the break, as Thea tried to drag her back, but, Layla kicked her away. She would roll back, as Layla gets up to fire a superkick into Thea's face to stun her as she falls back into the corner. Aishe taunted, before charging in for a shoulder tackle, but, Thea avoided causing her to crash. Capitalizing, Thea would grab Aishe by the tights as she forced her shoulder into the post a second time like a battery ram. She would then deliver a Russian Legsweep to Layla, before floating into the Twin Slasher. The added pain was too much, and Layla would tap out to avoid further injury.
James Buchanan: The winner of this match…Théa! Erzili!
Tommy Green: Théa Erzili gets a nice win here tonight!
Winter Mae: The Mayhem brand has a huge future star in Théa Erzili, Tommy! I guarantee it!
Théa Erzili celebrates as we fade out.
WINNER: THEA ERZILI (VIA SUBMISSION)
We open up in an eerily familiar hallway. The red, brown, and orange hexagonal pattern invokes thoughts of The Overlook Hotel, quite intentionally. The camera is aimed down what appears to be a never-ending corridor. It pans around to show the same thing on the other side. When it pans back to its original view the Bisque Dolls are standing there. Dressed in identical dresses both stare blankly into the camera. Slowly grins creep across their faces in unison. Their eyes slowly focus and show life.
Sallow Twins: Tonight we face the former champions.
The twins speak in unison. Their haunting voices echoed down the never-ending hall.
Sallow Twins: Kenzie and Fable. An odd pair. One seems terrified of us, the other accepting. Maybe us being here, like this, will help. A familiar look in a familiar setting?
The twins both tilt their heads to the side, in unison, as they ask the question.
Sallow Twins: Or does this frighten you too much? Are the creepy shining twins going to give you nightmares?
The twin grin in unison. But these grins are wicked and sinister.
Sallow Twins: We do not apologize. We are who we are. If that frightens you, that is your problem. If that means you do not want to show up, then so be it.
They straighten their heads back up. Those grins remained.
Sallow Twins: But we do hope you show up. It would be quite the feather in our proverbial caps to beat you. A solid, “solo” win against the former champions. Would make a great stepping stone to creep into the nightmares of the champs.
They pause.
Sallow Twins: Though we aren’t sure that is a place we actually want to be. We have a feeling that they would be so bland and banal that we might actually kill them in their sleep.
That grin of theirs turns somehow murderous.
Sallow Twins: Though that does sound quite fun.
Another pause and their grins slowly disappear. They stare into the camera blankly.
Sallow Twins: Kenzie, Fable, we do so hope you both show up. That neither of you fear, too much. We want to meet you. We want to play with you.
Those creepy smiles return to their faces.
Sallow Twins: Play with us, BFG. Come play with us. Play with us, BFG. Forever, and ever, and ever and ever…
The twins’ voices seem to slowly fade out. Their lips continue to move repeating those last two words as the scene fades.
Kenzie Garrett: It feels like it ended too soon...
Kenzie laments, tugging an elbow pad into place. Her gloved hands going to her trim waist, and she can't help but feel like something is missing... the Zion Wrestling Tag Team championships being exactly that.
Kenzie Garrett: I feel naked as hell!
Fable Rowen: Careful, we're not that kind of show.
Fable said, pulling out a few pieces of blonde hair, turning her braided pigtails into two twin bubble braids. Kenzie's nose scrunches up, her arms folding under her chest. Sulking as she takes a seat on a piece of roller luggage, using her heels to push on the wheels.
Kenzie Garrett: How are you this blase about it? We put ourselves through literal Hell, dethroned the longest-reigning Tag Team Champions at 110 days, all for it to have been thrown out the window a little over three weeks in!
Fable Rowen: I'm not being blase. I just don't let Twatsic and Brennan Devlin's simp-fetish, less-interesting burner account come sentient rule over my thoughts and I think a LOT of people would benefit from being the same. I have every intention of tying them into sailor's knots and kicking them in their horse-faces like the overinflated soccer balls they inject their lips to look like... but they're not on our plate tonight. The Bisque dolls ARE what's on our plate.
A clear shudder follows. Kenzie trying not to let out a whine. Her tough reputation clearly not interested in showing too much weakness, but it hadn't been any surprise that the ghoulish images and creepy mind games of the Dolls had gotten into Garrett's psyche.
Kenzie Garrett: Don't remind me...
She said, absent-mindedly leaning on the handle to the luggage.
Kenzie Garrett: And it's not like they were "our business" when they jumped us after our main event. We went to war with one of the best teams in this company's HISTORY... and it just feels like it was for nothing.
Fable Rowen: And what did we prove then?
The blonde asked, while Kenzie sulked.
Fable Rowen: We proved we're better than the BEST - a team that would have eaten those two alive. We didn't get pinned. You said that yourself. The only thing those girls have over us are our titles and that won't last. A win against the Tim Burton Twins is going to get us right back on track and right back into title contention. There's a REASON that Tag Team wrestling isn't the main event with those two as champs. There's a REASON we're booked and they're not. We're who the people of beautiful Rochester, New York!
A momentary pause. Fable grins as the pop practically rattles the rafters, planting her hands onto her hips.
Fable Rowen: want to see. We ELEVATE tag team wrestling. It's just who we are. Tonight the only difference is we're going out there a little more naked than usual.
Kenzie Garrett: But you know as well as I do that there's a draft coming up... if we have to leave Mayhem without getting our revenge...
Fable Rowen: Then we meet Code Black to become World Tag Team Champions instead on Fusion.
Kenzie Garrett: But they don't suck nearly as hard!
Fable Rowen: Well... yeah. But, there's no guarantee we're leaving Mayhem. We did make history as the first-ever brand exclusive tag team, after all. And if we leave...
Fable searches for the silver lining. Seeing as Kenzie's eyes were lingering onto her. Quickly, firing off something especially evocative to her tag team partner.
Fable Rowen: BFG could expand to a trio with your favorite...
Kenzie Garrett: Razzles! BFG in Candyland!
Kenzie smiled, popping off of the luggage, pushing it to the side with her foot.
Kenzie Garrett: Okay, I feel better. Let's make short work of Cathryn and... other Kathryn. Let's take care of them-
Fable Rowen: Please don't do it.
Kenzie Garrett: -I'mthereIgotta...
Fable Rowen: I'm literally begging you with my entire heart and soul-
Kenzie Garrett: TAKE CARE OF 'EM BISQUICK.
Fable groans, while Kenzie smiles in an overt way that indicates she is VERY proud of herself. Following up with an extra snappy remark.
Kenzie Garrett: I got a rise out of you.
Fable Rowen: Damn it, Kenzie...
Fable sighed, while a very proud Garrett took hold of the blonde friend's hand, giving it a squeeze and a tug, leading her out of the locker room.
Match #3: Thalia Starks vs Jason Ryan
James Buchanan: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first…from Shreveport, Louisiana…weighing in at 144 lbs…Thalia! Starks!
And her opponent…from Billings, Montana…weighing in at 245 lbs…Jason! Ryan!
Thalia goes at Jason to start the match but he shoves her away with two hands and stares at her with a smirk as she pulls herself up from the ground. She hits the ropes and ducks under a lariat from Ryan and goes for a leaping shoulder block on the comeback! She smashes into him and spills to the mat. Ryan takes one step back, barely phased by the move and grabs her and pulls her back to her feet.
Ryan hits an uppercut that makes Starks stumble and then follows with a bare-handed slap that sounds throughout the arena. Thalia holds her stinging cheek as she tumbles over to the ropes. Ryan goes for a bicycle kick to launch her over the ropes! Starks ducks away and scrambles to the corner! Ryan’s leg is caught on the top rope! Starks with a kick to his thigh! Jason pulls his leg off the ropes and holds his thigh. Swinging neckbreaker! Starks takes advantage! She tries to pin the shoulders!
ONE…!
Jason tosses her away from him with two hands and grabs at his thigh. He stands up and Starks steps in with a series of lefts and rights to back him into the corner. Ryan covers up and then shoves her away. Thalia running right back in for a running corner splash! Starks sees Ryan still standing there and goes for another one! Jason catches her turns away from the corner for a Pumphandle Suplex! Starks holds her back as Ryan leans down and pokes a finger in her face.
Ryan turns Thalia and stomps on her back! Jason grabs a handful of hair as he pulls Thalia back to her feet and sends her to the ropes. Discus clothesline! He turns her inside out! Thalia holds her back as she looks to get up, but Ryan pushes her back to the mat and grabs her arms as he puts a knee into her back and pulls back. Starks screams out as Jason holds her that way and smirks at her. Starks works to her knees and tries to stand. Jason lets go of her arms and knees her in the back of the head with his other leg and then steps over her to the ropes and looks out at the crowd.
The crowd boos loudly as Thalia rolls to the ropes and tries to pull herself up. Jason goes over to stop her and is tripped into the ropes! Starks pulls herself up and grabs the ropes. Springboard splash! Ryan catches her! He puts her on his shoulder and walks to the corner! Snake eyes! Starks slumps forward into the corner! Jason grabs her by the waist and pushes her into the ring where she rolls to her knees for PINKEYE! THE SUPERKICK SQUARE TO THE EYES! Ryan lazily pins her!
ONE…!
TWO…!
A kick out! Cheers from the crowd as Thalia kicks out and holds her face. Ryan stands up and argues with the official before pointing at the turnbuckle. The official turns toward it and Jason takes a step back and steps on Thalia’s face! The official turns back as he hears the reaction from the crowd but looks confused. Jason goes into the corner and watches Thalia as she tries to get up. Jason goes for the HEADSHOT! KINSHASA MISSES! Thalia turns and rolls him up into a pin!
ONE…!
TWO…!
Jason kicks out of the roll up and Thalia gives him a quick stomp to the back of the head as he stands. Ryan looks furious as he stands and charges. Thalia with the hip toss! Ryan blocks it and goes for a hip toss of his own! Starks turns away and hits a step-up enziguiri! Ryan drops to a knee and Thalia hits a dropkick! She kips up and then turns and hits a standing moonsault!
Starks is slow to stand as she gets up and heads for the top rope. She looks back at Ryan as she stands up and crosses her arms across her chest! Jason gets up and runs to the corner! Thalia staggers as his weight is added to the turnbuckle. Jason hits her with a forearm to the back and then grabs her. Ryan looks back as he hooks her for a BACK SUPERPLEX!
Thalia flips out to her feet! Jason crashes down to the mat! He tries to stand but Thalia grabs him from behind and sets him up for THE GAMBIT! PAROXYSM!! Thalia displays her strength as she gets him up and twists into her finisher to plant Jason into the mat! She hooks his leg and leans into the pin!
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE!
James Buchanan: The winner of this match…Thalia! Starks!
Tommy Green: Huge win here by Thalia Starks!
Starks celebrates as we go to commercial!
WINNER: THALIA STARKS (VIA PINFALL)
