CONVICTION XII

Episode XII November 11th, 2019 Winnipeg, Manitoba

— Private Party From dead air we opened to a shot of the arena in Winnipeg but more, it was the parking lot. Down the rampway toward employee parking a large RV pulled into into frame and slowly made its way into the secured area. The vehicle was jet black and gold, customised to every inch. Whomever owned it clearly spared no expense. Suddenly, four attendants came out of the arena, unfolding and quickly inflating a sort of…tunnel that went from the open door to the arena to the RV. The scene cut before anything more was shown.

— Opening The show began with the usual OATH signature and then “Die Slow” cued up and the Conviction opening package played for the viewers at home. Following that the scene moved to ringside where Ben Petrie and Matt Mears stood with their announce table at their back. Mears welcomed everyone to Winnipeg, Manitoba and touted the success of OATH’s first ever Japanese tour. Petrie noted that we were only a few weeks from the final OATH pay-per-view offering of the year, Violent Ends. The two announcers speculated about what the deal in the loading bay was about and Mears wondered if we would finally meet the “people behind the curtain” of OATH. Petrie said that it wasn’t likely, he claimed to have a close relationship with the powers-that-be and that they value their privacy, therefore they wouldn’t show up at a “show in fucking Manitoba”. With that they threw to the ring for our opening contest.

— The Dynasty vs. Midnight Special The first match of the evening saw The Dynasty team of brothers David and Patrick Slayton take on Midnight Special, Harvey Carbine and Josh Cherry. The Dynasty were coming off a victory at Conviction XI while Midnight Special were still licking their wounds from an amazing 2 Out of 3 Falls Match against Thot Chocolate, which they lost. Sad face. Carbine started that match off against Patrick and the two smashed the shit out of each other with big shots in the early going. Carbine caught Patrick with an atomic drop and then tagged in Cherry, who ascended to the top rope and put Patrick on the mat with a missile dropkick. Cherry, usually the more showy member of his team, went for a pinfall immediately where Patrick kicked out at two. Cherry put the boots to Patrick but when Cherry whipped Patrick into the ropes, the latter came back with a brutal Devil’s Trident (Spear) which nearly cut Cherry in half. Knowing that a move like that wasn’t likely to keep Cherry down, Patrick opted to tag in his brother. Patrick pulled Cherry toward The Dynasty corner and before Cherry knew what the fuck was happening, the brothers hit him with Tech Fall (Electric chair lift [Patrick]/diving bulldog [David] combination). David covered but at the last moment Cherry was able to kick out. Matt Mears said, “The Dynasty have been looking for the opportunity to get into the Tag Team Title picture and a victory over Midnight Special would help their argument.” “I mean, I like Midnight Special but they lost two straight falls to Thot Chocolate. A victory over the Midnights doesn’t mean much right now.” Ben Petrie added. Cherry wasn’t looking good at this point and David knew that he could put him down with a big move, so he tried one. Imagine that. As Cherry crawled to his corner and tried for a tag, David took hold of him and set him up for Mass Driver (Belly-to-back suplex flipped into a spike DDT). At the last moment Cherry turned it into a code breaker and gave himself some time to make a tag. David was rocked but recovered quickly. Cherry crawled toward his own corner and was just about to make the tag when David grabbed his foot. Cherry hopped on one foot, turned and went for an enziguiri but David avoided it. Cherry landed back on his one foot and then hit a single leg mule kick that broke David’s hold. Cherry dove and made the tag to Carbine. Carbine entered the ring and blasted David with a short arm clothesline. Patrick entered the ring to try and quell the HOT TAG offense but Carbine sent him sailing over the top rope to the outside. Carbine took hold of David and with Cherry they hit the Ultimate X-Plex (Carbine hits an X-Plex and Cherry catches them with a Back Stabber on the way down). Carbine covered but only got a two count. Seeing Patrick on the outside, Cherry hit the ropes and then dove through the ropes with a suicide dive to the outside. In the ring Carbine took hold of David and applied the Nightcap (Inverted Sharpshooter). With nowhere to go, David had no choice but to submit. Winners: Midnight Special

— Potential As Midnight Special celebrated their victory in the ring and The Dynasty regrouped on the outside, the lights in the arena went out so you knew that shit was about to get SPOOKY. The arena was illuminated by the glow of the tron. The scene was a single light bulb and the shot pulled out to show Miguel Villalobos and TERROR standing in the middle of the frame. TERROR congratulated Midnight Special on their victory and said that it was interesting that they were able to get a win without their beloved “bodyguard” at their side. He was of course referring to Combo XL. As Miguel snarled beside him, TERROR continued saying that he didn’t believe that it was just that Midnight Special be held back by Combo XL and also that it wasn’t balanced that Combo himself was being held back by them. “So we decided to fix that.” TERROR said. Enigma Protocol each stepped aside to show Combo XL, the behemoth, laid out on the floor behind them covered in his own blood. “You two have not been using Combo to his full potential, Miguel and myself feel as if we can show him the path to his true self. It’s unfair that someone of his genetic gifts is simply a bodyguard for people like you.” TERROR said smugly. “We have taken it upon ourselves to re-educate him. He will be spending the week with us and you can see him at the next episode of Conviction.” With that Miguel approached Combo, and with ungodly strength he picked the 300 pounder up in a fireman’s carry and walked out of frame, leaving TERROR. TERROR smirked, reached up and pulled down the naked bulb which returned the room and the whole of the arena to darkness.

— Challenger “Under Black Flags We March” by Archenemy his and to the top of the ramp strolled Wendy Wynne in a sort of modified evening gown to showcase the fact she had her ring gear on underneath. She smirked to the crowd as she drew a microphone from between her cleavage and paced confidently as the crowd died down. “Greedy little Wendymaniacs and Wynne Afficionados have spoken, and here I am, finally, so feast your eyes upon the best wrestler to ever grace this planet.” There’s was a chorus of boos that seemed to give Wendy a mild twitch to her eye. “You seem to forget, my lovelies, that at Oath Conviction Ex… Eye… no… 9…” Wendy struggled before getting frustrated by roman numerals. “Oh who needs to know which event it was, the only thing that matters is that I won!” She said this in a mocking sing-song voice, gloating to no one and everyone in particular. “That’s right, I beat The Queen of Bad Body Odor, Aura something or other for the right to challenge for whatever championship I want.” Her smirk had turned into a shit-eating grin. “And I’m here to tell you all, as well as everyone in the back who may be worrying that it won’t be them who gets to be pinned by yours truly, that I, being the benevolent beauty that I am, have yet to decide which title I will win. But rest assured, that over the coming weeks, maybe even months, through a process of rigorous testing I will determine which title belt best suits me as a person.” She grinned. “So all you Wendymaniacs and Wynne Afficionados should look forward to seeing me again…. And again…. And again…. And again.” Her grin widened as she turned on her heel and saunters into the back.

— Jain Kekoa vs. Josie Wales Jain Kekoa came to the ring and got quite a pop, despite the losing streak that he had been on as of late. “The Outlaw” Josie Wales was out next and she got…a decent pop. It seemed that fans were still unsure of what to think of her and her desire to only fight men. The match started with Kekoa offering up a handshake and Wales responding with a bicycle kick to the face. With Kekoa down Wales applied a gator roll which took Kekoa on a tour of the entire ring canvas. Wales then got Kekoa up and took him over with a hammerlock suplex. Wales didn’t bother going for a pin, she allowed Kekoa the space to get to his feet. Kekoa rushed her but got caught with a flapjack that dropped his pretty face right on the top turnbuckle. Kekoa then got rocked with a discus lariat that turned him inside out. “We haven’t seen Josie Wales in a few weeks and it seems that she is determined to make an impression here this evening.” Matt Mears said. And right he was because after treating Kekoa to a Sundance Neckbreaker (Overdrive), Wales locked “The Hawaiian High” in the Spirit of St. Louis (Havana Dreams) and Kekoa had no option but to submit, giving Wales the victory. Winner: Josie Wales

— Exception To The Rule Following a brief commercial break we found ourselves backstage with fan favourite Brie Marie, as she was making her way toward the gorilla position. En route she ran into Josie Wales and Marie decided that it would be a good idea to try and interact with “The Outlaw”. “Hey! Great victory! That was really impressive.” Marie said. Wales looked less than enthused about Marie’s comments. It seemed as if Wales was simply going to walk away but after taking one step, she stopped and turned back. Marie was adorned with a giant smile but Wales had a much more nefarious look on her face. “Why thank you. It was a great win, wasn’t it.” Wales said. “Speaking of wins, you’ve been racking up a lot of them. I imagine if you keep on this track you’ll be in line for a title opportunity.” Marie thought about it for a second and then shrugged in perhaps the cutest way one could shrug. “Say, I typically only like to fight the fellas but we’re both powerful, talented women, right? I’d be willing to make an exception. What say next week you and I tangle next week. See what happens?” Wales said. Marie didn’t have to think about that at all, she extended her hand with a smile. “You’re on partner! I’ll see you next week. But I’ve gotta go. Big match to get to!” Marie said before darting off. “See you next week!” she said as she jogged toward the gorilla position. Wales was left, a confident smirk on her face.

— Aura Everton, Brie Marie, & Wendy Wynne vs. Kozutsami Jiro & The Gomi Boys The next match was a six person tag match that was born out of the events following the Showcase Series. For those not in the know, while in Japan OATH had a series of matches with their talent against Japanese federation Wrestling Kakumai’s talent. It was a small tournament where the winner earned a title shot of their choosing. The final came down to Aura Everton against Wendy Wynne (both OATH talent, shocker) with Wynne pulling off the victory. But after that match, the Wrestling Kakumai stars decided that they weren’t happy with getting steamrolled. I mean, who would be?

Wendy Wynne celebrated her victory while Aura Everton sat, dejected. Their attention then turned to three men who hopped the barricade and surrounded the ring. Matt Mears identified them as Wrestling Kakumai stars Kozutsami Jiro and The Gomi Boys. Wynne and Everton had no choice but to stand back to back when the trio entered the ring. They were surrounded, when from the back came Brie Marie! “Dashie” slid into the ring to even the odds and an all out brawl began with Jiro taking down Everton, Marie and Wynne taking on the Gomi Boys. Security soon flooded the ring and separated all six competitors. At the top of the ramp stood Wrestling Kakumei Founder and President Shoda Shojiro with a smile on his face. Apparently Japan was not done with OATH. The OATH stars all made their entrances and then out came the Kakumai clan, accompanied by company President Shoda Shojiro. Kozutsami Jiro, Hiroshi and Kazu Gomi followed the boss to the ring, the three wrestlers looking more grungy and dishevelled than ever. Conviction XI – 10/28/19

“It seems that these three and their boss were not content to stay in Japan.” Matt Mears said. “Yeah I wouldn’t be either. I was happy to leave!” Ben Petrie added. Before the bell could even sound, Jiro, Hiroshi and Kazu all shot across the ring and jumped the OATH stars. Wynne took a few shots but then slipped to the outside while Everton and Brie Marie stayed to fight. The referee was able to get everyone to their respective corners, leaving Marie and Hiroshi in the ring to fight. Hiroshi tried for an eye poke but Marie saw it coming (nice) and dropped him with a scoop slam. Marie then hit the ropes and blasted him with Shining Dash Attack (Shining wizard). This brought Hiroshi’s brother Kazu into the ring but Marie made the tag to Wynne, who was finally up on the apron. Wynne and Marie hit Kazu with a double clothesline and then Wynne did a bow, as if she did it all on her own. Kazu rolled out of the ring leaving Hiroshi but Wynne hit Hiroshi with a high standing dropkick. This sent Hiroshi right back into his own corner where Jiro tagged himself in. Jiro was still smoking and when he entered the ring, Wynne looked a little trepidatious about engaging him. “This guy is just gross.” Mears said. Everton called out to Wynne and seemed desperate for the tag. Wynne obliged and Everton entered the ring. Jiro begged for her to bring it and Everton did, by spitting directly in his face. Everton followed that up with a running Yakuza kick (apt) and as Jiro was on the mat, on all fours, Everton leapt into the air and delivered Sober Up (Leaping Curb Stomp). Everton covered and secured the victory for her team. Winners: Aura Everton, Brie Marie, & Wendy Wynne Right after the bell Wynne re-entered the ring and demanded that her arm be raised first. Both Everton and Marie looked a little perturbed but eventually joined Wynne and the trio had their arms raised.

— Hypocrisy Cut to an undisclosed area and the shot fell upon OATH Tabula Rasa Champion, Nina Stokes. Stokes was seated on a stone ledge, waiting for the camera operator to get situated with her in the middle of the frame. “The hypocrisy within the OATH locker room is staggering,” Stokes said. “Many members of the roster are calling foul on my involvement in the World Championship match in Tokyo. They say that I was wrong to get involved and that it was not my place.” Stokes spit on the ground, her own words like poison in her mouth. “Absurd. When I faced Declan Black some weeks ago, none of these people said anything about Jake Archer getting involved. I was provided with an opportunity to prove myself against the so-called ‘top competitor’ in this company and that opportunity was ruined by Jake Archer.” She said. “No one cried foul then, no one batted an eye. And now that I have returned the favour, everyone is up in arms.” Stokes adjusted the championship over her shoulder. “No one can handle my truth, that much has become clear. I am the top competitor in OATH and when I had the opportunity to prove that against the World Champion, it was stolen away from me. But when someone like Jake Archer, who has been handed everything, suffers the same fate…everyone has a problem with it.” She scoffed. “It is evident that there is a system in place here that wants to hold people like me down. I don’t have any allies on the roster and honestly…that’s the way that I like it. I will not apologize for what I have done, I will never apologize for anything I do. I see now that I am completely on my own and no matter what I accomplish, I will never be held in high regard by this company or the competitors here.” A beat. “That suits me just fine. I will continue to walk alone and even though I have partners in tonight’s main event…I go into this match knowing that this battle is something that I will have to ultimately go about alone. I have no problem with that, but to my partners…stay out of my way. Lest you suffer the same fate as our dear ‘Man in High Demand’.” And with that final statement, the scene cut.

— Alex Pierce vs. Tanay Wilson The next contest of the evening saw “The Fire Fist Ace” Alex Pierce take on “The Hype Beast” Tanay Wilson. Pierce was coming off a loss in Tokyo when he challenged Nina Stokes for the Tabula Rasa Championship and Wilson was coming off a win. Pierce made it clear after his loss to Stokes that he wanted another opportunity and he could do a lot to make his case with a win in this contest. The two squared off and Wilson offered a handshake. Pierce accepted it and then the two tied up. Pierce took Wilson down with a headlock and then Wilson applied a grounded head scissors to escape. Pierce kipped up to get out of it and then levelled Wilson with a discus forearm smash. “I like Alex Pierce. He has a tremendous upside and I think he has had a great run since joining out.” Matt Mears said. “Yeah. He lost in his first title opportunity and then cried about it later.” Ben Petrie said. “He didn’t cry. He made a challenge.” Mears said. “Seemed like he was going to cry.” Petrie added. Wilson went for a Pele kick on her recovery but Pierce evaded it and hit her with a brutal lariat. Pierce didn’t waste any time, he got Wilson up and went for the Chaosbringer (Shouten). Wilson slipped out and dropped him to a knee with a kick. “The Hype Beast” came off the ropes and went for a shining wizard but Pierce evaded it, hit a palm strike to her nose and then succeeded in planting her with Chaosbringer (Shouten). Pierce covered and got the three count. Winner: Alex Pierce.

— Special Privileges The match ended, the feed cut to ever-intrepid reporter May O’Neil, trying to knock on the door of the RV and get her scoop. The doors opened, but it was not any wrestler that came out, but an almost ethereally beautiful young woman, model thin, short at 5’2, strawberry blonde with green eyes, and with her no doubt designer wardrobe noticeably rumpled and her light makeup just off enough to betray that May’s intrusion was interrupting something. She tossed her hair regally and asked with a Southern California accent and an air of annoyance and rudeness… “And what the hell are you doing here? This area is private, it’s for star talent only…” She was interrupted by the appearance of OATH World Champion Declan Black from the RV, shirtless and wearing only hastily done up distressed blue jeans and the World title belt itself. “Babe, it’s okay, it’s May, she’s the…” Black said. O’Neil blushed hard, but managed to keep her composure. “I’m the interviewer for OATH Pro Wrestling, and I want an interview with the champion!” O’Neil said. The young woman smirked. “I’m afraid that can’t be done. My name is Madeline Warren, and I’m now the exclusive voice for the World’s Champion…and the greatest and handsomest wrestler in the world…Declan Black.” Warren said. Warren rudely shoo’d a furious O’Neil away, subtly stealing her microphone. “Well, you camera monkeys, you might as well stay here and watch me interview the greatest champion of all time…” Warren said. Warren turned to Black and her expression switched to the indulgent smile of a little girl used to being spoiled by her father. “Mr. Black, you are obviously the greatest of all the OATH champions, much better than those losers The Inevitable, better than the obviously nondescript and boring Locke Helms, and of course far better than that psychopath Nina Stokes. How hard will it be to take a clearly inferior team on your back and lead them to victory against opposition as profoundly disgusting as the disgusting sex perverts Thot Chocolate, the walking stench of failure Jake Archer, pro wrestling’s silver medal in Sam Hamilton, and the disgusting-est of them all, the sum of everything wrong with the world, Erik Holland?” Warren asked. “Well, Madeline, it’s not easy. Obviously, nobody in pro wrestling can even approach my level. But I’m so great that I can take my mediocre tag team partners and make them approach my advanced level of greatness through my altruistic influence and osmosis, and that’s why we will dispose of the human waste that dares to stand across the ring from us.” Black said. “An, as ever, genius answer from your World’s Champion. Now, we have to go back in…more…strategy to discuss.” Warren said coyly. Warren the door closed in the camera lens as they disappeared into the RV.

— James Edwards vs. Veronica Taylor The next contest saw “The Burning Heart” James Edwards take on the self-proclaimed “First Lady of OATH” Veronica Taylor. Veronica’s mother was not at ringside for this contest, likely because she has been ineffective as a manager for her daughter as of late. Veronica tried to keep distance between herself and Edwards off the hop. Edwards, clearly aware of Veronica’s typical match strategy, did not advance. Eventually Veronica shot in on edwards only to get hit with a high roundhouse kick to the face. Veronica spilled to the outside to try and regroup but Edwards followed her. Veronica ran around the ring which forced a chase from Edwards. Veronica slipped back into the ring and when Edwards followed her in, Veronica hit a basement dropkick to Edwards’ face. Veronica covered but didn’t even get a one count. “It’s strange to see Taylor competing without her mother at ringside.” Matt Mears said. Veronica went to apply a camel clutch but Edwards slipped out of it, grabbed Veronica’s head and hit her with the Double Tap (A pair of spinning back fists) to the back of the head. Veronica was staggered and Edwards capitalized by taking her over with Foxfire (Fisherman Brainbsuter). Edwards covered but Veronica kicked out at two. Edwards got Veronica up and went for an Irish whip into the closest turnbuckle but Veronica reversed it. Veronica applied a corner foot choke but the referee applied the five count. Veronica let go at the four count and then took Edwards over with a snap mare. Veronica hit a dropkick to the back of Edwards’ head and then called for the end. At this point Mrs. Taylor appeared on stage and started toward the ring, cheering her daughter on as she walked down the ramp. Veronica shouted at her mother to “get lost” at first but then thought better of it and told her mother to stay put and watch. “Veronica wants to show her mother that she can get things done without her.” Mears said. “The First Lady of OATH can do whatever she wants, whenever she wants.” Petrie added. Edwards was on all fours and Veronica went for the Beauty Improvement Pass (Curb Stomp) but Edwards moved, got up and hit Veronica with RRE (Reverse Release Exploder Suplex). Veronica was rocked and Edwards wasted no time hitting Veronica with Violent Genesis (Ripcord Spinning Back Fist). Edwards covered and got the three count. Winner: James Edwards After the bell Edwards had his hand raised but he gestured for a microphone. Edwards was short and sweet with what he had to say. He addressed Intrepid Champion, “The Chairman of Chaos” Locke Helms. “You tried to take my arm. You didn’t. But I will take your title.” Edwards said and then dropped the microphone before leaving the ring.

— Unity We opened up backstage to almost an old school feel with the set up that lay before our eyes as Erik Holland, Sam “Titaness” Hamilton, Jake Archer and Thot Chocolate, SILK and Cartier, stood in front of a black backdrop which had the OATH logo plastered across it. They stood together, united and all in their ring gear, ready for a fight. All five competitors were posing, flexing, yelling at the camera, hyping each other up–the noise was generally cacophonous. Next to them was OATH backstage correspondent, May O’Neil, mic in hand and looking at the much bigger physical specimens before her that made up this team. She began to speak, having to shout over the noise being made by Holland’s team.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with a team bonded over their collective desire for gold, as these competitors all face off tonight against a formidable team made up of OATH’s Champions.” O’Neil said. O’Neil paused before turning her direction first towards Erik Holland. “Erik, what does your team have to do tonight to come out victorious?” O’Neil asked. Holland looked up and towards the camera, running a shaking hand across his entrance mask and then he proceeded to rip it off so he could speak. “What we have to DO, May, is do what we have always done! Week after week myself and these four bad motherfuckers behind me have met every single challenge put in front of us. Thot Chocolate, one of the best tag teams on the fucking planet! Sam “Titaness” Hamilton, former Intrepid Champion! Jake Archer, the man that came THAT FUCKIN’ CLOSE, May, to being the OATH World Champion, and The Most Dangerous Man In Wrestling. 

“Let me be REAL clear to the champions of OATH. Take a look at the people around me! I beat THIS guy, Jake Archer, within an inch of his life at Brutalism! I just knocked The Titaness out cold last week!”

Holland began to cackle, a dry, insane laugh. “If I did that to my PARTNERS?! People that I TRUST!?!…” Holland said. Erik suddenly stopped, his eyes wide, his voice low and deliberate. “Just imagine what I’m gonna do to you..” Hamilton nodded her head in agreement before taking her turn to speak.  “Erik’s not wrong to boast about knocking me out. Even Locke Holmes, despite being the man who defeated me, didn’t do that well against me. Erik and Jake both know that to make me lose consciousness? It takes a hell of a lot to accomplish something like that.” Hamilton said.

Her teeth briefly latched onto her lower lip as she gathered her next thoughts before continuing. 

“Several opponents I’ve gone against here have tried their best to incapacitate me. Take me completely out. They’re smart to, and I know exactly why they’re doing that. They KNOW I am that good. They’ve seen it. Almost NO ONE even thought for a nanosecond when OATH started up that I would ever become a champion, let alone the first Intrepid one. But not only did I prove everyone wrong, Locke has quite the bar to surpass with how high I’ve risen it.” 

Hamilton nodded towards Holland. “He rightfully earned the opportunity to fight for the World Championship here in OATH. But that isn’t going to stop me from going for that title or any other title here in OATH. If Holland and I end up crossing paths once more, with or without the World Championship on the line…”

A smirk crossed Hamilton’s face. “Trust me when I say round two will be even more amazing than what everybody last witnessed. Together, we may look like a mismatched team. But I meant it when I said earlier we’re ALL hungry. That determination, that desire? It will help us all out.” 

The focus shifted to “The Man in High Demand” Jake Archer. “You know, if you had told me a month ago that I would be standing with Erik Holland ready to team with him, I would’ve called you insane. If you had told me a year ago that Hamilton would give me a compliment, much less be on the same team as I am, I would’ve thought it absolutely impossible. If you told me I’d team with Thot Chocolate…. I could see that happening. Greatness begets greatness, and these two have proven themselves to be top talent no matter where they go.” “Now, Erik and I probably won’t be sending each other Christmas cards this year, and Sam and I may not be the best of friends, but what we can certainly do is work together against a common enemy. We can stand side by side with Thot Chocolate, we can look our opponents in the eye, and know for a [i]fact[/i] that we are the best that OATH has to offer. Declan Black is a paper champion living on borrowed time, because as much as I hate to admit it, Erik Holland is one of, if not THE Most Dangerous. Samantha here was seconds away from getting that title opportunity against the champ. SILK and Cartier? Their resume speaks for itself. We might be facing all of the champs, but this is GREATNESS, and you can’t tell me differently.”

Confidence oozed from Jake’s every word as Cartier began to speak own mind.

“I’m fixin’ to speak my peace… we been patient. Me an’ SILK bidin’ our time for weeks. Everyone knows we the best of the best. Shit, we got more belts than a fuckin’ leather factory. We can be patient, we can be polite… but time runnin’ out before we all outta patience an’ all outta politeness. We here to make a statement along wit’ these other contenders to prove a point… that shit’s about to change in OATH.”

“Listen up. Thot Chocolate got our eyes on the prize… Inevitable? You been out here pretendin’. Y’all pretendin’ to be the top team in OATH when the whole world know it’s me an’ SILK. Thot Chocolate been the best thing that happened to any company we been a part of, an’ we ‘bout to make a example of y’all in this main event. Just a warnin’ shot from the [i]NEXT[/i] OATH Tag Team Champions right up in the face of the people about to be known as ‘former.’ Tell ‘em all ‘bout it, SILK.”

The signature smirk of Sean Isaac Leonard Kennedy widened like a kid in a candy shop.

“Inevitable?” A slightly arrogant chuckle now accompanied his smirk. “What’s really Inevitable is Thot Chocolate sittin’ on top of the tag division like the foam on your favorite Frappuccino. For y’all to even walk out with those straps, it took three teams – that’s six people to take out ya boi and Cartier from the equation, so what’s y’alls plan now that there’s only five of you total and we got three people to count on for backup?”

SILK lowered his Fendi round tri-framed glasses down the bridge of his nose, looking deeply with intent to the camera.

“Logic would tell y’all that ya, the odds are even but based on Brutalism – y’all are outnumbered. We just went to war with Midnight Special to prove we the best team out here in OATH, hell, we done more without those straps than y’all have done WITH ‘em, so what’s a little main event battle tonight to us? Like money – it ain’t a thing and Leah, your better prep Stephanie, cause we gon’ take y’all back to the the type of beatin’ we handed out to you and Q as TNP Inc. in Elysium and you already know how that ended – our hands raised and Leah eatin’ L’s like they just came outta the oven well Stephanie, don’t worry we got a special L cooked up for y’all tonight to feast on with your partner.”

SILK put his glasses back up to shade his eyes.

“Hope y’all are ready cause tonight – we ‘bout to whoop those asses like y’all disrespected our mamas…time to catch those fades fools!”

The camera panned back as all of them looked ready to tear the roof of this place. We cut to the ring as we get ready for more action.

— Declan Black, Locke Helms, Nina Stokes, & The Inevitable vs. Erik Holland, Samantha Hamilton, Jake Archer, & Thot Chocolate Back to the ring and Madeline Warren kicked the ring announcer out of the ring with an icy glare, and it was clear who Madeline was out here to introduce.

“Introducing the security team, first, from Eastport, Maine, he stands six feet, three inches tall, and weighs in at two hundred and seventy pounds, he is “The Maine Event”, Jack O’Brien! And his security partner, from Coral Gables, Florida, he stands six feet, two inches tall, and weighs in at three hundred and forty pounds, he is “The Miami Pound Machine”, Derrick Warburton! The camera cut to the men standing outside the door of the RV. A new theme hit, the distinctive bass of “Sirius” by The Alan Parsons Project, as the door opened to reveal Declan Black, title belt strapped around his waist, his ring jacket open to show the title off. O’Brien led, with Black in the middle and Warburton flanking. The camera showed their entire entrance, through the crowd, both security men keeping Black’s Canadian fans away from the champion, as he is surprisingly popular north of the border. The three men hop the barricade, and stop at the apron, where each man takes a knee and rose to lift Black to the top of the apron. He entered the ring and kissed Madeline before taking off his ring jacket and dropping it to O’Brien. The other members of Black’s team all came to the ring and once all four of them were in the ring, there was a general sense of distrust among the champions.

The challengers were all out next…and they all came out together, to uproarious applause. The four stood at the top of the ramp, conversed for a moment and then in a flash they all charged the ring. Nina Stokes, Locke Helms, Leah and Matsuda all stood ready for a fight but the World Champion slipped out of the ring.

Archer was the first one in the ring and he was speared Stokes to the mat. The two rolled around, punching one another with neither competitor getting the upper hand. Archer popped up to his feet and went for a superkick but Stokes caught it and blasted him with a bicycle knee to the chin that sent him into the nearest corner.

SILK and Cartier went after Leah and Matsuda but were both met with superkicks that sent them back over the top rope to the floor. Leah and Matsuda then nodded at one another before charging, looking for stereo suicide dives but SILK and Cartier both moved out of the way causing The Inevitable to crash and burn.

Helms found himself face to face with both Erik Holland and Samantha Hamilton, with Black standing on the outside behind his security. Helms looked to Black and scowled before being met with a double clothesline from Holland and Hamilton. Holland then lifted Helms up with a gorilla press and tossed him right into an ace crusher from Hamilton.

On the outside SILK took hold of Leah and hit her with an Irish whip right into Eat This Ass! (Rear View) from Cartier. SILK then grabbed Matsuda and looked to do the same to her but Matsuda and send SILK hard into Cartier. The two members of Thot Chocolate had their heads collide and then they collapsed in a heap. Matsuda climbed up onto the apron and then came off with a lightning quick Cloud 9 (Corkscrew Shooting Star Press) onto both members of Thot Chocolate.

“This match has completely broken down! I’m sure I heard the bell when all ten…ahem…nine competitors were in the ring but the referee can’t seem to control this madness now!” Matt Mears said.

In the ring Hamilton tried to shoot Helms into Holland, and she did, but Helms took Holland over with Diamond Rain (Standing Moonsault Slam/C4). Hamilton then looked to capitalize on Helms being down but he popped up and hit her with Shadows over Heck (Exploder suplex lifted and dropped into a modified scoop powerslam).

At this point Black saw his opening and he slid into the ring, covering Hamilton for only a two count. Helms then grabbed Black and shoved him across the ring. Black responded by getting in Helms’ face. Stokes then joined the fray and shoved both of them. This momentary distraction gave Archer time to blast Black with a superkick, then Helms. Archer went to hit Stokes with a superkick but she caught it and pulled him into A Slice of Grace (Throat Punch).

The Inevitable entered the ring and tried to give Stokes some aid but she attacked both of them! Holland was up at this point and he grabbed Stokes and attempted Toxic Avenger (Death Valley Driver) but Stokes slipped out and shoved him toward The Inevitable, who hit him with Double Yahtzee! (Stereo Superkicks).

“Jesus Christ! It’s hard to even keep who is fighting with who straight!” Ben Petrie said.

Thot Chocolate were both up and back in the ring. SILK lifted Matsuda up for a backbody drop while Cartier hit them with a reverse cutter. Leah then hit SILK and Cartier with a double dropkick that put them down. Archer nailed Leah with a superkick but then Stokes speared him through the ropes to the outside. The two continued brawling back and forth up the ramp before disappearing through the curtain.

Hamilton got her hands on Helms and looked to put him down with Wrath of the Titans (Pedigree) but Helms back body dropped her over the top rope. Hamilton landed on the apron, grabbed Helms and then took him over the top rope to the outside with a suplex. Both landed with a thud and were seemingly out of this match.

Black was up and he congratulated Leah on taking Thot Chocolate out, however, SILK and Cartier were back up. Black and Leah hit them with clotheslines that sent them over the top rope to the outside and then Black helped Leah hit a springboard off the top rope to the outside with a moonsault that took them both down.

“Uh oh. Look who it’s down to.” Mears said.

Black was looking very pleased with himself as Holland approached him from behind. Black turned just in time for Holland to grab him and plant him with The Toxic Avenger (Death Valley Driver). Holland covered and got the three count, pinning the World Champion.

Winners: Erik Holland, Samantha Hamilton, Jake Archer, & Thot Chocolate

O’Brien and Warburton pulled the World Champion out of the ring. Holland stood tall in the ring amidst the chaos around ringside. Holland gestured to the champion that the title was all but his as we went off the air.

OATH Pro Wrestling 2019

Results: – Midnight Special def. The Dynasty – Josie Wales def. Jain Kekoa – Aura Everton, Brie Marie, & Wendy Wynne def. Kozutsami Jiro & The Gomi Boys – Alex Pierce def. Tanay Wilson – James Edwards def. Veronica Taylor – Erik Holland, Samantha Hamilton, Jake Archer, & Thot Chocolate def. Declan Black, Locke Helms, Nina Stokes, & The Inevitable