LIVEWIRE 1 RESULTS

Episode 1

July 26th, 2020

The Citadel in Toronto, Ontario

The feeling in the audience was that of...EXCITEMENT. The Citadel was dressed in the colours of OATH’s new brand Livewire. Electric blue banners hung from the ceiling and the ring skirts were branded with the “shocking” Livewire insignia. The crowd was buzzing as pyro erupted from the grating floor of the stage and it was time to get this motherfucker started. Swearing is sick.

Cut to ringside and it was not who we’re used to sitting behind the announce desk. Instead of Matt Mears and “Bad Mood” Ben Petrie, OATH correspondents May O’Neil and Vince Valerie had been seemingly promoted from glorified mic stands to the voices of Livewire!

O’NEIL: Welcome wrestling fans to the first ever episode of OATH Pro Wrestling Livewire! My name is May O’Neil and I am very pleased to be joining you on commentary this evening alongside my broadcast colleague Vince Valerie!

VALERIE: I am also very pleased to be here. I thought for a while that OATH management didn’t like me, that they weren’t ready to see me reach my full potential. But oh joyous day! They realize that the Vince Valerie Brand is vital to this new show’s success.

A moment of silence for that bit of posturing.

O’NEIL: Anyway, as I said we are very excited to have you all with us here today for Livewire. We have seven great matches for you this evening that feature some of OATH’s newest and fastest rising stars!

VALERIE: That’s why I’m here, for color because I mirror what is going on in that ring. I am an ambitious broadcaster on the rise! Just like our incredible talent.

O’NEIL: I suppose that is true Vince. Shall we get to the action?

VALERIE: Let’s do just that Mary.

O’NEIL: It’s May.

VALERIE: Of course it is.

SINGLES MATCH Astaroth vs. Megan Coleman

The first contest EVER on Livewire saw the spooky luchador Astaroth take on the debuting Megan Coleman. The match started with Coleman extending a hand to Astaroth in a show of respect but he slapped it away. Macabre Mexican wrestlers DO NOT shake hands.

Astaroth tried to make Coleman wrestle his style, attempting a variety of arm drags. He landed the first one, then the second, but when he went for a third Coleman kicked him so hard in the face that it’s a wonder that his mask didn’t fly off.

O’NEIL: Megan Coleman is described as a brawler and mat technician. I believe that the former was just proven with that incredible kick.

VALERIE: That may very well be true but I believe that Astaroth is due for a victory. Look at his style, look at the care he takes in selecting his attire. This man is destined for greatness just like me. I am picking him to win this contest.

Coleman proceeded to put Astaroth on his back with a belly to belly suplex and she got a near fall for her effort. Astaroth tried to rally back at this point but following a back body drop attempt Coleman planted him with a swinging neckbreaker for a second near fall.

El Spooky was in trouble as his legs were barely holding him up. Coleman saw that and took advantage with a series of leg kicks that she punctuated with a spinning elbow smash that took Astaroth off his feet.

O’NEIL: Another excellent strike from Megan Coleman! She calls herself “Hands of Steel” and now we know why!

VALERIE: That was an elbow.

O’NEIL: I believe that the nickname refers to her striking prowess in general.

VALERIE: Well it’s too specific and it needs some work.

“Hands of Steel” was able to follow up her barrage of strikes with a Coleman Roll (Rolling Thunder) and then she put Astaroth in position for Soaring (Split Legged Moonsault) which connected but once again she was only able to secure a two count.

One might think that at this point Astaroth was standing to leave, given the complete ass kicking that he was receiving but we didn’t get time to see if that was the case because Coleman blasted him with a Superwoman Punch. Astaroth was sent back into the ropes and when he staggered forward Coleman took him to the mat with a flying arm bar that ultimately led to him tapping out.

Winner: Megan Coleman

SINGLES MATCH Aaron Kincade vs. Scribbles

Newcomer “The Assault Rifle” Aaron Kincade was out next and he got a middling reaction from the crowd. They don’t know this guy so they didn’t know what to think of him, yet. Citadel favourite Scribbles was out next to an unsettlingly decent reaction. The spunky little fella was all smiles as he came to the ring.

VALERIE: It is beyond me that we let a child wrestle in this organization. There are laws!

O’NEIL: I believe that Scribbles is in his twenties.

VALERIE: You are being duped May! This is illegal child labor!

The match began with Scribbles charging Kincade only for Kincade to stick a hand out and halt Scribbles momentum with very little effort. Scribbles tried to swing at Kincade but couldn’t even get close. Kincade just laughed in his face.

VALERIE: It seems that Mr. Kincade has no interest in fighting an infant! What a stand up gentlemen he is. I like him.

The boy from Imaginationland was not happy with Kincade’s show of disrespect so Scribbles hit the ropes and then charged back at him only for Kincade to level him with a savate kick. Scribbles was knocked loopy from that shot and the fans in The Citadel started booing Kincade.

O’NEIL: That kick sent Scribbles clear across the ring!

VALERIE: It is fact that sometimes children need to be disciplined.

At this point Kincade checked his wrist and tapped like a watch. He then turn to the crowd and threw his arms up to form an 'X', yelled 'Time to...' and then broke that 'X' downwards while yelling '...cash out!'. Kincade propped Scribbles up on his knees, darted across the ring and came back with Cashing Out (Bicycle Knee) that should have caved in Scribbles’ face.

VALERIE: Alright now we are bordering on child abuse.

It was all over for poor little Scribbles and the crowd was not happy about it, booing the shit out of Kincade. Not a very warm welcome but “The Assault Rifle” didn’t seem to give a shit. Kincade applied a front chancery, lifted Scribbles legs up and set his shins across the top rope. Kincade smiled to the audience and then dropped Scribbles with Death Sentence (Dragon Screw Neck Whip) and covered for the victory.

Winner: Aaron Kincade

There Mary Mallon sat, holding her rat. Her fingers scratched along the gray fur of the little wretched beast as it squeaked in complacency at her mother’s affections. More squeaks. Chitterings. It was dark in that room, but Cleopatra wasn’t the only rat that Mary was in the room with, and it was clear as she sat on that steel chair in that dimly lit room.

MALLON: A plague is coming. You saw pieces of it. They saw hints of what was being scattered to the four winds. Plague, and disease, and death, and I promise to be a herald to it all. To hurt all of you in ways that you think that you can’t be hurt anymore. So many would be champions and paragons line the roster, you’d think that we were packed to the brim with talent, but sadly, there’s no true champions in OATH.”

That’s when she stood, letting Cleopatra drop to go scurry off with her brethren as she crept closer to the camera.

MALLON: There’s just a cacophony of never wases and has beens. People who were drowned in the oceans and so they came back to the little ponds, hoping to feed off of scum and carrion until they nurse their wounds. Opportunists parading around as something more. There’s no one here that can thwart me for long. No heroes to stop what’s inevitable. I’m going to show you what all of you truly are, how you truly are, because in your final moments? No one can deny their true nature. And all of your natures are nothing more than lambs who couldn’t bear the snarl of the roar of lions. I’m a rat. I don’t fear anything, because in the end, I’ll feast on you all.”

And just like that, the light died out, and the feed cut.

TAG TEAM MATCH The Sharpe Dynasty vs. Ultramega UK

The next contest was a tag team match that saw the debut of Switchblaxde and Michael Sharpe - The Sharpe Dynasty. These nasty boys came to the ring looking mean and ready to rip off some heads. Those heads belonged to Curt Kornell and Eddie Kobain - Ultramega UK.

Switchblxde started the contest by tackling Kornell to the mat. Switchblxde delivered a series of ruthless shots to keep Kornell down. Switchblxde made the tag to Michael and Michael lifted Kornell up in a wheelbarrow and Switchblxde dropped Kornell with a cutter.

VALERIE: These two are working incredibly well together. What a sight to see!

O’NEIL: They are pitbulls! They have Kornell completely cornered.

Michael kept Kornell subdued with some more vicious shots and then tagged Switchblxde back in. The two turned to Kobain in the corner and flipped him off before dropping Kornell with a double brainbuster. Swtichblxde covered but Kornell was able to kick out.

Yet another tag from Switchblxde to Michael. Michael shot into the ring and blasted Kobain off the apron while Sitchblxde got Kornell up on his shoulders in electric chair position. Michael climbed to the top rope and hit a Canadian Destroyer, taking Kornell off of Switchblxde’s shoulders.

VALERIE: Oh my stars and garters! I have been told that they call that The Blade Runner.

O’NEIL: Hmm. I feel like someone else uses that name for a move. Impressive none-the-less.

Kornell was sufficiently destroyed by that move. Kobain tried to re-enter the ring to save his partner but Michael hit him with a running forearm smash as Switchblxde covered. The referee made the count and The Sharpe Dynasty got the victory.

Winners: The Sharpe Dynasty

After the contest the Sharpes continued beating on Kobain and then got him up and treated him to The Blade Runner for good measure. The Sharpes left Ultramega UK devastated as they left the ring, their point having been made.

SINGLES MATCH Annie Lapalm vs. Matt Shields

This match was tough to watch for some...not me, I live for this kind of violence. Matt Shields came out of the gate hot, levelling Annie Lapalm with a vicious lariat. Shields then went about hitting Lapalm with every single neckbreaker he could come up with, starting with a running swinging neckbreaker.

VALERIE: It appears that Mr. Shields is in quite the mood this evening!

O’NEIL: He has made it clear that he does not want to be on this show. Perhaps OATH management is teaching him a lesson by keeping him here.

VALERIE: How rude! He should be moved up to Conviction. He’s a star!

After treating Lapalm to Frailty (Ripcord Elbow), Shields gathered her up and hit her with an impressive pump handle neckbreaker. Lapalm was probably dead in the water at this point but Shields wanted to make a statement. Shields gathered her up again and hit her with a half nelson neckbreaker.

VALERIE: Is there a neckbreaker variation that he DOES not know?

O’NEIL: Apparently not.

At this point the referee tried to check on Lapalm but Shields shoved him out of the way, got Lapalm up and planted her with 40 Legions (Discus Clothesline). Lapalm was laid out yet again and Shields got her up, only to put her back down with a Hangman’s neckbreaker.

Once again the referee tried to check on Lapalm but Shields wasn’t having it. Shields slowly helped Lapalm to her feet and then planted her with Hellhound's Bite (Gory Neckbreaker). Shields arrogantly covered and secured the three count.

Winners: Matt Shields

“Faith” by Ghost cued up and Shields had his hand raised. He then ripped it away and exited the ring, pissed right off. Shields stomped up the ramp as the referee tended to the completely fucked up Lapalm.

As the team of Silvio Aprile and Tony Satriale were backstage, discussing their last outings, we saw a slender brunette woman march in, as she slapped the both of them in the face, before shouting at them in Italian, as conveniently, subtitles would pop up on the TV edit. This was new OATH signee, Viola Mancini.

MANCINI: Vergognoso! Voi due dovreste vergognarvi di voi stessi!

[“Shameful! You two should be ashamed of yourselves!”]

She shouted, browbeating the two goons, and reminding them of how pathetic they have been fighting. Viola would stare daggers at the two, as she exhaled in frustration.

MANCINI: The two of you are making a mockery of my business, and I'm getting very tired of your failures. So next week, I want you to pay close attention... Because I will show you how to get things done. Capiche?

She said with an intimidating tone, something that genuinely struck fear into their hearts, as she exited the room, not wanting to see their faces for the rest of the night.

SINGLES MATCH AJ Jenkynx vs. Kallie Reznik

It was time for a highly anticipated contest as both competitors in this contest had just recently signed full OATH contracts. “The Sinner” AJ Jenkynx came out first and his haunting entrance sent a chill throughout the arena. The juxtaposition was real as “The Butterfly of Aurora” Kallie Reznik was out next. The audience in The Citadel was on board with Reznik and this clearly angered Jenkynx.

VALERIE: Ms. Reznik seems to have captured the imagination of the fans in The Citadel. I wonder why that is.

O’NEIL: Because he is a positive and talented role model?

VALERIE: Is that a question?

The bell rang and the two went to tie up. Reznik slipped behind Jenkynx and hit him with a high angle flipping dropkick to the back of his head. Jenkynx caught himself in the corner and Reznik came charging in for a running high knee but Jenkynx moved! Reznik collided with the top turnbuckle awkwardly and found herself falling over the top rope, bumping off the apron, coming to rest on the floor.

“The Sinner” climbed to the top rope, with his back to Reznik. Jenkynx came off the top rope with a moonsault that probably would have killed Reznik if he had connected but luckily for her, he didn’t. Jenkynx crashed onto the floor and Reznik slipped back into the ring.

O’NEIL: Quite the miscalculation by “The Sinner” there.

Jenkynx recovered and entered the ring but Reznik caught him in the jaw with Elysium (Running Bicycle Kick). Reznik covered but only got a three count. Reznik climbed up to the top rope and attempted Split The Styx (Split-Legged Moonsault) but Jenkynx rolled toward the corner and out of harm’s way.

“The Sinner” was back up and he gathered Reznik up and tried his damndest to hit Wicked Sins (End Of Heartache) but Reznik slipped behind him to safety. Reznik jumped up to the top rope and then came off looking for Asphodel Fields (Dragonranna) but Jenkynx countered it into a powerbomb for a near fall!

VALERIE: Adieu Ms. Reznik!

“The Butterfly of Aurora” was rocked after that devastating powerbomb and Jenkynx was able to take advantage. Following a toe kick to Reznik’s midsection, Jenkyx got her up and planted her with Broken Dreams (Tiger Driver). Jenkynx covered and for the victory.

Winner: AJ Jenkynx

Before we could go on to the next contest, the lights in the arena went black and stayed out for a good ten seconds until "Faith" by Ghost began playing. The gold lights started flashing to the beat of the song as smoke began rising up from the ramp. As the first verse began, Matt Shields stepped out and looked at the crowd.

Shields pointed the kendo stick down at the ring as several large bursts of fire shot up on either side of him. Shields marched down to the ring, already out of his gear and sporting black pinstripe dress pants, and a red bowling shirt with decapitated bowling pins on the back and cheetah stripes down the sleeve. He carried a bottle of Belvedere in his other hand as he stomped down to the ring and stepped inside. He demanded a mic from a crew member and went to grab it, but both hands are full

SHIELDS: FUCK! Get your ass in here and hold the mic for me.

Shields jabbed the kendo stick at him and the crew member reluctantly stepped inside and held the mic up.

SHIELDS: Good there we go, finally a little god damn respect around here. I am a former World Heavyweight Champion. I have won gold in every state, every country, every continent I have ever stepped foot on. People brag about being double champions, I have been a quadruple champion, Heavyweight, Cruiserweight, Internet, and Tag Team, all at the same damn time. I once had a nine hundred and seventy two day title reign.

He shook his head, took a large swig from the bottle, walked over to the corner and stopped. He leaned against the buckle and looked at the crew member who was still in the middle of the ring. Shields smacked the kendo stick down on the mat and waived him over. The crew member rushed over and held the mic in front of Shields.

SHIELDS: What the fuck was that Mike? If I move, you need to move with me. You need to be my fucking shadow, but also leave enough space so you don’t run into me if I suddenly turn. You got it douche carriage? Good, back to the point I was making. I am a world class professional wrestler with a resume that would send most into a state of depression because they know that there is no way that will ever come close to achieving the greatness I have.

Another shake of his head, another swig of vodka and more pacing. He went back to the corner and sat down, with the crew member having to lay down to hold the mic for him.

SHIELDS: Yet I am put on the pre show for my debut and now I am smack dab in the middle of the B show. I’m not even booked for Conviction. They gave El Diablo Blanco a damn title match because you morons cheered for him. A guy with no real training, Zubaz pants, a two sizes too small compression shirt, and a cheap mask from a bazaar. You people put that joke into position to somehow become a champion. You sicken me and you should be ashamed of yourselves. You should all be demanding that I get the proper treatment I deserve, but no you fools don’t know a goddamn thing about wrestling, you just think these guys are funny or cool. They’re jokes, they’re nothing, they’re worthless. Blanco is no different than Scribbles, that dumb bitch Lapalm, the so called Tag Team Champions who care more about theme parks than wrestling. FM Young with her stupid rodent, Erik Holland with his…well every single thing about that guy is wrong. I am the best goddamned wrestler on the planet, and it’s time people start realizing that. Just because they didn’t put me on the card, don’t mean I ain’t gonna be at Conviction. I am going to make them notice me, and I am getting the fuck off the bullshit show.

He kicked the mic away, took another swig from his bottle then rolled out of the ring. He looked back as the crew member was sliding out, but then he sat down the bottle of vodka, grabbed him and yanked him out onto the floor. Shields drove the kendo stick into the ribs of the crew member, then pulled him up and used the barricade to hit The Necronomibreaker. With the crew member in a crumpled heap, Shields grabbed his Vodka, took another swig, then grabbed up his kendo stick and walked out as medical professionals ran out to check on the crew member.

SINGLES MATCH Mary Mallon vs. Tyler War

The next match saw two recent signees looking to pick up a victory after both of them suffered defeat last week on Conviction. “Rat” Mary Mallon was out first and the fans in The Citadel still were unsure what to make of her. Tyler War was out next and the fans new exactly how they felt about him. The general consensus was “fuck this guy”.

VALERIE: This ought to be interesting. The Citadel seems to have disdain for both of these warriors. A shame really, because The Citadel continues to show their staggering lack of taste.

O’NEIL: They like people who are likable. Neither of these competitors are that. Which is not to say that they aren’t talented. They just don’t radiate good energy.

VALERIE: Energy? What are you blabbering about? Will you be outside peddling crystals after the show Ms. O’Neil. My word!

The opening bell seemed to trigger something in Mallon as she hauled ass across the ring immediately and drilled her own head into War’s. War was caught off guard and stumbled back into a corner where Mallon began mauling him with strikes of every description. War tried to fight back but Mallon caught him with a sit out jawbreaker.

VALERIE: It seems that Mr. War has left his wrestling ability at home today.

O’NEIL: But “Rat” has certainly brought her ferocity.

VALERIE: Well yes that is quite apparent Ms. O’Neil.

War was bleeding from the mouth now when Mallon took him over The First Plague (Fisherman's Suplex). Mallon made the decision not to hold War down for the pin. Far too early for that, she thinks. War is rattled, having not gotten off a single offensive maneuver. War tried to stand and fight but Mallon came at him and cracked him with The Third Plague (Spinning Side Kick to the Ribs).

VALERIE: A vile shot from “Rat”. She has certainly committed herself to nothing short of victory here today.

It was a nasty sight as War spit a glob of blood onto the mat, holding his ribs. Mallon charged in and caught him with a knee to the ribs which drove all of the air out of War. As he started gasping for breath, Mallon got War up and planted him with The Second Plague (Brainbuster DDT).

O’NEIL: Tyler war has not been able to get out of the gate in this contest. It seems that he may be too far gone to recover!

VALERIE: That is quite clear. Mr. War did not come with the intention of participating in anything close to his namesake. Ms. Mallon on the other hand came prepared for nothing less.

It was pretty clear at this point that War’s body was finished, his mind just didn’t know it yet. “Rat” was well aware of this now and she moved in for the kill. Following a running Yakuza kick, Mallon gathered War up and planted him with The Last Plague (Fireman's Carry Thrust Spine Buster). Mallon covered and got the victory.

Winner: Mary Mallon

After the bell it seemed that Mallon was considering whether or not to inflict more damage on War but she thought better of it and slithered out of the ring, glowering at the fans on her way up the ramp.

The Citadel quieted as unfamiliar music kicked up. A man who appeared to be in his late fifties walked out onto the stage and then proceeded down to the ring. He was clad in black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather motorcycle jacket. The man's expression was cold and serious. He entered the ring and received a microphone. The music faded out and he stood dead centre in the middle of the squared circle.

STRAKER: Wrestling is a dangerous business. If you enter it, then you run the risk of getting hurt. It doesn’t matter if you’re a wrestler, a referee, a cameraman, an announcer -- it is a dangerous industry. This also applies to management.

The audience started to buzz about this man’s identity. He paid no mind to their reaction, he was in the ring endowed with a singular purpose.

STRAKER: My name is Tommy Straker and I am a member of The Barlow Family. My brother-in-law is Oscar R. Barlow and at OATH Rapture he was attacked by the group that we’ve come to know as ONI. He will not be returning to OATH anytime soon so I was sent by the family to oversee things here in OATH.

A little pop for that announcement. Straker stroked his goatee and paced around the ring.

STRAKER: What happened to Oscar is upsetting to me and my family but it is also something that we know to be a hazard of the industry. That doesn’t mean that we are happy with it -- we are actually quite angry about it. But that insult is not going to disrupt business.

A cold declaration from Straker, one that had many audience members wondering if he would seek retribution on behalf of his brother-in-law.

STRAKER: OATH needs to be governed by a firm hand. I am that firm hand. ONI does not scare me and ONI will not intimidate me. I am not like Oscar. I am a battle tested individual so I invite them to come speak to me whenever they wish and we’ll find out just how tough they are. But tonight is not about them. Tonight is not about me or my family. Tonight is about Livewire and the future of OATH. Livewire is meant to be a platform for the rising stars of this company. A platform for them to shine. However, I recognize that I can not be everywhere at once. So as my first act as OATH President, I will introduce to you the General Manager for OATH Livewire. Please welcome to the ring Bellamy Parteabon.

"Wonderland" by Caravan Palace hit the speakers, and out from the back slide a blonde woman in a frilly long coat, a puffy shirt and save for the ripped jeans clinging to her legs, an outfit that looked like it could have come from a posh French magazine.

Behind her, after a beat, stalked a completely silent and absolutely humorless looking woman in a black leather catsuit with white hair. That woman was holding a black velvet bag in her arms. She dances down the aisle, swaying her hips and completely and utterly non-verbally CHEWING on the scenery in the staging area.

The completely silent woman hopped up to the apron first and held the ring ropes open between her thigh and forearm. Bellamy slid into the ring and shook Straker's hand. Straker handed her his mic, congratulated her, told her to make her speech and walked his way back up the ramp.

PARTEABON: Bonjour je suis Bellamy Parteabon... I'm Livewire’s boss, General Manager...Queen if you're feeling dramatic. It doesn't matter...I plan on having a very loose grasp on the going on of Livewire. The one thing I will NOT tolerate, is anyone of you entitled whine bags treating my show like it’s the second pickings. Like you’ve been demoted. Any one of you comes here with that attitude? I’m going to show you exactly what a demotion means. Probably violently, but who’s really to say?

Bellamy spun around in the ring with a grin, absolutely nailing those Gowron style crazy eyes as she looked into the audience.

PARTEABON: That unpleasantness aside, lovies, I bet you’re all asking the million dollar question. WHAT’S IN THE BAG!? This bag of course contains the Livewire Championship! Is this not just a thing of beauty! Of course it is! This, mes subordonnés is what you’re all clawing and fighting and biting your way to the top for.

After a beat, the stoic woman pulled out a belt with a teal strap, and gold plating, the OATH and Livewire logos adorning it’s plates. The silent enforcer hefted the Livewire Championship high for all to see as Bellamy gestured to it!

PARTEABON: Starting next week, eight of you lovely rongeurs shall be pitched in a single elimination tournament called the Wildcard Series to fight your way to this grand prize. Now the Livewire title, is a new idea from this mad mind of mine. You see, this championship is for OATH's TRUE workhorse, for the truly savvy amongst you. You defend championship five times, and you move up to the Conviction roster. Not only DO you move to the Conviction roster, you may automatically have a Tabula Rasa Championship match. Now lovies. Here’s where the savvy part comes in, if you defend the Livewire title only two more times, you heard that right...TWO more times. You get to go straight to the Intrepid Championship! But wait...mon ferre, there’s more! You defend this title just THREE MORE times after that? It’s the World Championship! STRAIGHT TO THE TOP, PETS! The top. Now, the point is to prove what good, and clever petits monstres’ you all are. Do you make it to five and take the easy fame and riches? Do you stop while the stopping’s good at seven? Or do you shoot for the moon, and pray your postérieur doesn’t burn up in the atmosphere? You animaux are the in the proving ground, that’s what Livewire is, it’s everyone in OATH's first stop. Some will make it to the top. Some barely get out alive. Now, next week, you’ll all show me which ones are which. I’ll be watching!

With an audible SNAP of her fingers, Bellamy made a gesture that had the woman beside her loading the Championship back into its black bag. "Wonderland" played the pair out, as Bellamy headed back to her office for the evening to watch the main event on her direct feed.

#1 CONTENDERSHIP: TABULA RASA TITLE SINGLES MATCH Qiyanna Marshal vs. Jenna Sharpe

It was now time for the first main event in Livewire history. This match would determine the challenger for the Tabula Rasa Championship next week on Conviction. “The Blackhawk” Qiyanna Marshal came out to a decent reaction, her mind clearly focussed on the task at hand as she stalked to the ring. “The Canadian Wildcat” Jenna Sharpe received a better reaction from her countrymen, as she came to the ring glad handing the fans in attendance.

Once in the ring the shot switched to the front row where we saw a disheveled man with long blonde hair clad in a plaid trapper hat (a Russian ushanka if you will), a long black bathrobe, and white sunglasses. The man looked like he just finished a two week bender but looked very pleased to be seated in the front row. He shouted something at Jenna and she did her best to ignore him.

VALERIE: Who is this crusty looking individual?

O’NEIL: That is Bert Cocaine. That is all I really know.

VALERIE: What sort of cretin goes out in public looking so...disgusting?

O’NEIL: It’s a look that I’ve seen Ben Petrie sport after several dozen bottles of Dead To Rights.

VALERIE: A sponsor mention! How quaint.

Marshal and Jenna started the contest with a hand shake and then proceeded to lock up. They struggled with one another, jockeying for position. Jenna was able to gain the upperhand by taking Marshal down into an impressive rolling kneebar but Marshal’s ring awareness went on display as she reached out and grasped the bottom rope.

VALERIE: Ms. Sharpe is a submission specialist so a victory here today would put her in an excellent position to claim the Tabula Rasa Championship should Josie Wales retain later tonight on Conviction.

O’NEIL: Qiyanna has had an opportunity at the TR Title before where she came up short. You know that she is chomping at the bit to get another crack at it.

Having been forced to break the hold, Jenna set off for the ropes and then returned with a basement dropkick to Marshal’s face. Having rattled Marshal, Jenna stood her opponent up and attempted a Michinoku Driver but Marshal slipped out and landed behind Jenna. Marshal made for the ropes and came back looking to cut Sharpe in half with a spear -- and she did just that. She didn’t cut her in half of course but she laid her the fuck out.

“The Blackhawk” looked to press her advantage as she got Jenna up and caught her with a thigh press to the midsection. Marshal then set Jenna up for a reverse neckbreaker but Jenna dropped to her back and looked to apply a Fujiwara armbar! Marshal scrambled again and was able to grab the bottom rope.

VALERIE: An intelligent move from Ms. Marshal. As long as she is near the ropes, Ms. Sharpe’s submission prowess will be neutralized.

O’NEIL: That would put Jenna at a severe disadvantage.

VALERIE: Yes that is why I explained it. Please keep up, Ms. O’Neil.

Somewhat discouraged, Jenna got Marshal up and sent her into the ropes. On Marshal’s return Jenna leaped over her and Marshal hit the opposing ropes. Marshal hooked her arm over the top rope to halt her momentum. Jenna darted toward Marshal and Marshal was able to back drop Jenna over the top rope to the floor.

“The Canadian Wildcat” found herself against the barricade where the Canadian fans cheered her on. But none was more enthusiastic than Bert Cocaine. Cocaine stood, nearly spilling his drink and cheered Jenna on. As Marshal exited the ring, Jenna stood and flashed a glare at her obnoxious supporter.

VALERIE: At first I was not sure why this man was here but it appears that he is a big supporter of Ms. Sharpe. It is most pleasant to see!

O’NEIL: I don’t think that Jenna is happy to see him.

VALERIE: It is most unwise to refuse such a staunch supporter.

Marshal greeted Jenna with a running boot on the outside that nearly sent Jenna over the barricade into Cocaine’s lap. Cocaine shouted something quite obscene at Marshal and Marshal appeared to be considering whether or not to smack him in the fucking mouth. Instead, Marshal took hold of Jenna and rolled her back into the ring.

As the referee checked on Jenna, Marshal went to get in the ring but Cocaine had grabbed her by the hair! Marshal turned to swing on him but Cocaine threw his drink in her face. Cocaine then cracked Marshal in the head with a straight right hand and the camera picked up that this piece of shit was wearing brass knuckles!

VALERIE: What a boost for Ms. Sharpe! Mr. Cocaine may be a tad overzealous but it appears to me that his heart is in the right place.

O’NEIL: Security needs to remove this man. That was an unwarranted and filthy thing to do.

VALERIE: And yet quite effective!

The referee, still preoccupied with Jenna, didn’t see that Cocaine had hopped the barrier and rolled Marshal back into the ring. Cocaine then took his place back in his seat and did his best to appear innocent of any wrongdoing.

Jenna was back up and Marshal was as well but Marshal was loopy from that loaded shot. Jenna took Marshal over with a flowing hip toss and then quickly transitioned into Devil's Trap (Last Chancery). As she did last week, Jenna put her body between Marshal and the ropes, and Marshal had no choice but to submit or risk serious injury.

Winner: Number One Contender to the Tabula Rasa Title, Jenna Sharpe

“Missile” by Dorothy cued up and Jenna had her hand raised. Bert Cocaine jumped over the barrier and slipped into the ring. He grabbed Jenna’s other hand and raised it but she immediately shoved him away!

Marshal was back up and she yelled at Jenna, telling her that Cocaine had hit her with a cheap shot. Jenna looked concerned, as that meant that her victory was tainted. Jenna turned to Cocaine and it seemed that she and Marshal were going to teach him a lesson but Cocaine flew out of the ring and disappeared through the crowd before he got an ass kicking. Jenna and Marshal then had words as Livewire went off the air.

Results: • Megan Coleman def. Astaroth • Aaron Kincade def. Scribbles • The Sharpe Dynasty def. Ultramega UK

• Matt Shields def. Annie Lapalm • AJ Jenkynx def. Kallie Reznik • Mary Mallon def. Tyler War • Jenna Sharpe Qiyanna Marshal; #1 Contender for the TR Title