LIVEWIRE 10
- OATH Pro Wrestling
- Oct 16, 2020
- 33 min read
Episode 10
October 13th, 2020
The Citadel in Toronto, Ontario
• Vanessa Lynn def. Scribbles
The OATH championship signature played and then we crossfaded into The Citadel in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. There was a decent house, fans all over the place. Despite it not being the 90s, there were signs a plenty that included (but are not limited to) “BLACK METAL BITCH”, “DIABLO NATION NUMERO UNO!”, “I WANT TO TAKE THE PLEDGE”, and “HELL REALM SUCKS BUTT”. The boom camera scanned the audience and then the shot changed to show our world class announce team, “Exquisite Taste” Vince Valerie and May O’Neil.
O’NEIL: Wrestling fans welcome to the landmark tenth episode of OATH Pro Wrestling Livewire. I am May O’Neil and here beside me is the man who tips 5% (if at all) Vince Valerie.
VALERIE: You did not need to say that.
O’NEIL: I’m never going to a restaurant with you again.
VALERIE: Even when I pick up the cheque? That is quite rude.
O’NEIL: It was embarrassing. You said that your water wasn’t cold enough.
VALERIE: But it wasn’t.
O’NEIL: Anyway, we have a killer lineup of five badass matches for you wrestling fans tonight! Four new signees who were successful in their respective try out matches last week will do battle in two singles matches tonight as Erik Crawford takes on Angel Kash, and Nicky Crawford squares off against Sydney St. Clair!
VALERIE: These four are the new wave of Livewire talent and I am excited to see who succeeds...but more importantly who fails.
O’NEIL: Why do you want to see who fails?
VALERIE: Because I always like to see who can not swim in the OATH shark talk. It is always exciting to see who can’t take the heat.
O’NEIL: The heat...in the shark infested water?
VALERIE: Precisely. I am also excited to see what happens when the red hot Kirios Hunt takes on the moron Presidente of Diablo Nation...El Diablo Blanco.
O’NEIL: Because you want to see someone fail?
VALERIE: No. I want to see El Diablo Blanco fail! He’s gotten quite good at it.
O’NEIL: I disagree but moving on, we will also see Dynamic Duo look for a measure of retribution as they take on The Hell Realm in a Falls Count Anywhere tag team match. Last week after falling to Sweet Treats, Dynamic Duo were attacked by Hell Realm. This tag team contest can’t be missed.
VALERIE: I would prefer to miss the main event tonight.
O’NEIL: Way to sell it Vince. You do not want to see Lana Corvin challenge Jamie Emmerson for the Livewire Championship? Why ever could that be?
VALERIE: Because it shouldn’t be happening! Oscar R. Barlow is a complete jester for making this contest! He believes that he is teaching them a lesson but really he is dooming the Livewire brand!
O’NEIL: I think that Mr. Barlow wants to see a competitive championship match. Both Lana and Jamie wanted to face a higher class of opponent so that is what Mr. Barlow booked. There is only one championship on Livewire and if Lana wants to get to the top, she has to face her “Little Sister”.
VALERIE: Her what? I thought they were dating.
O’NEIL: That’s what she calls her. Little Sister.
VALERIE: That...I...there must be a good reason for it.
O’NEIL: Well there is a good reason for kicking this show off...the fucking incredible card that we have for tonight. So I say...ramblers, let’s get ramblin’!
The scene opened up backstage where we saw a chart set up, on a board. However, the camera was focused on who was standing in front of it none other than the Trillion Dollar Princess herself Angel Kash. The fans greeted this sight with boos. She was already dressed in her golden ring gear, her custom made Trillion Dollar Title slung over her shoulder. The Princess looked around disgusted by her surroundings. Before taking in more of the negative reaction as she started to speak.
ANGEL: Don’t adjust your screens. I really am this beautiful. But it is about time that Angel Kash have come to OATH and in my first OATH televised match. I mean there was no way that someone like me should have been relegated to a tryout match off of television -- I mean do they not know who I am? I am the Trillion Dollar Champion. And tonight in my first match they have me against the Good Girl Erika Crawford?
Angel said with a look of disgust on her face as she rolled her eyes at the sound of cheers coming from the fans at the mention of her opponent's name.
ANGEL: Of course you idiots cheer for her, what else can I expect from poor pathetic working class losers like yourselves? You cheer for people who quite frankly are like yourselves, Erika Crawford is a good girl. She wants to always do the right thing...me on the other hand? I get what I want and do whatever it takes to make sure I do. It doesn’t matter what you morons think of my methods. But they are definitely successful and in turn make me successful. The only thing in common we have is the fact that last week was our tryout matches and tonight we are wrestling each other.
Angel said in a smug way flipping her long blonde hair as shes spoke.
ANGEL: In every other way we are different and tonight I prove why all of those differences make me naturally superior.
Angel said smirking as she moved away, revealing what was on the card. She looked proud, the card featured all of the differences between herself and Erika Crawford. As she smirked at it, she returned her glance toward the camera.
ANGEL: See I even have them listed in fact let us go over this chart. Don’t worry I will speak slowly for you Canadian morons. Now, let us begin…
Angel soon saw someone off in the distance and she snapped at them, yelling.
ANGEL: You! Yes you! Come over here now!
Soon a young college aged stage came onto the frame and looked nervously at Angel, who had one hand on her hip as she said in a bitchy tone.
ANGEL: Now next time faster when I call you. Here, you are going to point to this chart while I explain to these peasants what makes me naturally superior to Erika Crawford, and all of those like her.
STAGEHAND: Well..
ANGEL: Did I stutter? Look, do you know who I am? You don’t want to make me upset because I will make sure you don’t work here again. Do you understand me? Because I always get what I want.
The woman resigned herself, grabbed the pointer and stood by as Angel smirked proudly. As she looked at the first line that it shows an unflattering picture of Erika Crawford, and then across from that was one of Angel looking as glamorous as she could look.
ANGEL: Well let's start with the most obvious one here, I mean look at my opponent she's hideous. She looks like a walking rat using the cheapest hair dye she can find, like where is her sense of style and elegance? It's clear she shops at Goodwill. Like the less I think about it the better ugh!
Angel shuddered in disgust before eying her own picture, looking pleased as she says in a smug tone.
ANGEL: Then look at me, clearly you can see just by that picture how much better looking I am right? I mean its obvious I am part of the Social Elite, she is not. I get into the trendiest places, she does not. When I walk into any room all eyes are on me they avoid that sight. My clothes are top of the line. Hell a dress of mine probably cost more than her rent. So next difference peasant!
The staff member shook in fear as she pointed down to class. As Angel smirked and started to speak.
ANGEL: Class now look at me from head to toe. I exude class and sophistication. I am a true woman. Look at Eric Crawford and what do you see? Someone who belongs in the working class slums. See shes someone who was raised and took to heart all of those “if you work hard you can be whatever you want” You can climb the top but heres a catch Erika has drive, and talent sure but she will never make it to the top why? Because I will do what most in my position do and that's kick the ladder from under her and watch her fall.
Angel said with an evil look on her face.
ANGEL: Because the social order needs to be maintained and I plan on that starting with Erica here tonight. She thinks this is about giving all your effort and that will be enough against me?
Angel tilted her head back and let out a chuckle before returning her gaze to the camera she soon began to speak after she motioned to the stage hand to lower the pointer to the third part of the chart that says star power.
ANGEL: Another obvious one is that Erika is someone who plans on rising right? She is currently not a name that draws. A sad little girl who wants to be something who wants to be elite where I am. People rather they love me or not know my name they know what I bring they know the ratings, and money I draw. And now the fourth and final one.
The pointer got down to the final one -- talent -- which Angel smirked at proudly before speaking in the same tone.
ANGEL: See the difference here is I saw all that effort you were giving in your tryout match. Like it almost brought a tear to my eye Erika, but there is one issue that effort alone won’t be enough against me. See I am a natural born goddess, and come tonight you will find that out. I was born to be better than you and after all is said and done don’t cry or fret you were just outclassed is all because -- What Angel Kash wants Angel Kash gets.
Angel blew an arrogant kiss as she sauntered off, the scene fading to black.
SINGLES MATCH Erika Crawford vs. Angel Kash
“The Resident Good Girl” Erika Crawford stood in the ring, ready to fight when “The Trillion Dollar Princess” Angel Kash made her way to the ring. Angel did her best to stay away from the fans, she didn’t want them to have any opportunity to touch her. Angel entered the ring and she looked Erika over. Angel then did a mock “puking” motion. Erika did not react, she knew what Angel was trying to do. The referee called for the bell and it was go time.
VALERIE: You know I quite like Angel Kash.
O’NEIL: Shocker.
The two competitors came to the center of the ring and Erika went to lock up but Angel screamed “Wait!”. Surprisingly, Erika obliged. Angel pulled a compact out of her tights, opened it, and looked at her reflection, making sure that every hair was in place. Erika put her hands on her hips, waiting for Angel to finish this display of disrespect. The referee turned his head for just a moment and Angel blew a cloud of makeup into Erika’s face! Angel then slipped behind Erika and rolled her up.
VALERIE: What a coup!
O’NEIL: Oh come on, not like this!
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O’NEIL: The Good Girl lives!
Erika just barely kicked out and Angel immediately dove at her again, going for another roll up. Erika rolled backward up to her feet and then she took Angel down with a snap hurricanranna. Erika clapped for herself, and then for Angel. Erika said with a smile, “You almost got me!” and then extended an olive branch to Angel. The Trillion Dollar Princess glared up at Erika and slapped her hand away. Erika frowned, perplexed as to why Angel didn’t accept this show of friendship.
VALERIE: Someone needs to remind Ms. Crawford that this business is not about friends.
O’NEIL: I find it refreshing!
VALERIE: It is foolish and you know it.
Now Angel decided it was the time to lock up. Angel snapped her hips and put Erika on the mat with a headlock takeover and then kept her on the ground in a laying headlock. Erika swivelled her lower body, shot her legs up and took Angel over with a head scissors. Angel kipped up out of that and used an eye rake on Erika that went undetected by the referee. Angel shot Erika into the corner and followed that up with a running back elbow. Angel then kicked her left leg up and started choking Erika with her boot in the corner. The referee applied a five count and Angel released at a count of four. Angel then started arguing with the referee and ended the conversation by calling him ugly.
O’NEIL: That wasn’t a very nice thing to say.
VALERIE: But it’s true!
Erika seemed to take issue with Angel’s bullying of the referee and she darted forward with a shoulder block that took Angel down. Angel looked surprised by the sudden aggression but then smiled, perhaps a new plan percolating in her mind. Angel kicked Erik on the knee, from her back and then popped up. Angel threw a forearm smash but Erika caught it, spun Angel around and then blasted her with a ripcord bicycle knee! Angel was stunned and Erika picked her up, then planted her with a scoop slam. Erika called out to the fans in The Citadel and they were on her side!
O’NEIL: The Citadel loves Erika Crawford!
VALERIE: Why, I have no idea.
O’NEIL: She is pleasant.
VALERIE: Please. If people liked you because you are pleasant then I would have way more fans.
O’NEIL: You aren’t pleasant.
VALERIE: How dare!
The Resident Good Girl climbed to the top rope and measured Angel. But Erika found herself distracted by the love and adulation that she was receiving from the fans in The Citadel. Erika gestured that her heart was full and then dove from the top rope looking for a swanton bomb but Kash had moved out of the way! Erika hit the mat hard but popped up to her feet only for Angel to catch her with Kash Flow (Codebreaker). Angel covered.
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Winner: Angel Kash
The fans in The Citadel booed the shit out of Angel Kash but she didn’t care...she won. Angel screeched at the referee to raise her hand and he obliged. Angel posed but only for a minute before she ripped her hand away and chastised the referee, “Don’t touch me!” Angel stuck her tongue out at Erika and then exited the ring.
We cut to the backstage, seeing one Nicky Crawford lacing up his boots, preparing for his upcoming match with Sydney St. Clair. Faintly we could hear him talking to himself as he continued to prepare.
NICKY: ...gotta do this for Erica, gotta make sure that she’s got this… gotta make sure I’m there for her…
As Nicky mumbled to himself, we could hear a set of footsteps walking up to him.
ERIKA: Hey Nicky! You end up seeing my match?
Nicky looks up at his little sister and smiles.
NICKY: That’s awesome sis! And even that you didn’t win, you gave it your all and that’s all that matters!
ERIKA: Yeah, I guess you’re right. All that matters is I did my best!
Nicky chuckled to himself as he finished lacing his boots and stood up out of the chair, giving his sister a hug.
NICKY: I am so proud of what you have done. We’ve made it so far from Dingley Village, we’re on the mainstage now!
ERIKA: We for sure are! Now you got your match coming up next, right?
NICKY: Yes I do, I got Sydney St. Clair soon, so I should finish getting ready.
Erika looked up at her big brother and smiled.
ERIKA: Of course bro! I know you got this for sure, I’ll be back here waiting for you!
Nicky chuckled, adjusting the glove on his left hand.
NICKY: I’ll see you afterwards sis, Just don’t run off and get yourself lost, alright?
ERIKA: I promise, I’ll be right here!
Faintly in the background, we could hear Nicky's theme startup.
NICKY: Guess that’s my cue to go, I’ll be back soon. I promise.
Erika smiled as Nicky ran out of frame, she was so proud of her brother.
SINGLES MATCH Nicky Crawford vs. Sydney St. Clair
The first match of the night saw Nicky Crawford take on Sydney St. Clair. Both competitors were making their televised debuts so the audience didn’t really know what to think of either of them. Nicky did his best to hype the crowd up and some of the Citadel patrons bought into it but many wanted to see what he could do before they backed him. Being a hip hop artist, Nicky clearly had an understanding of how to get a crowd going. Good for him. Sydney St. Clair came to the ring and she was all business. Playing to the crowd didn’t seem to factor into her ring itinerary. Having spent a lengthy period of time in Japan will do that to you.
VALERIE: Okay who do we see failing here tonight Ms. O’Neil?
O’NEIL: I hate so much of what you choose to be.
VALERIE: One of them has to fail! Who is it going to be? Kasey Kash’s music friend or the woman returning from Japanese excursion?
O’NEIL: I have no clue but I have a feeling that we are going to see an excellent match.
VALERIE: You are no fun.
O’NEIL: You are too much.
These two high flyers wasted no time taking to the air. After trading a series of arm drags and such, Sydney turned the tide with a springboard sling blade that put Nicky on his back. Sydney cracked Nicky in the head with a koppu kick to stagger him and then tried for an impressive rolling thunder jumping ddt but Nicky dumped her over onto the apron. Nicky called out to The Citadel and then hit a second rope springboard dropkick that took Sydney off the apron.
O’NEIL: I am loving the high flying in this contest!
VALERIE: Perhaps that will lead to the loser’s downfall!
O’NEIL: Your negativity is killing me!
In an effort to further get the audience on his side, Nicky hit the opposing ropes and then flipped across the ring and out with a somersault plancha that took Sydney down. Not one to rest on his laurels, The Underdog from The Land Down Under slid back into the ring, hit the opposing ropes again and then flew to the outside for a second time with a suicide dive. Nicky got Sydney up and rolled her back into the ring. He covered.
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VALERIE: Nicky Crawford is all over the place!
O’NEIL: It’s impressive.
VALERIE: I did not say that.
Sydney kicked out but Nicky kept on her. He got her up to her feet and shot her into the ropes but Sydney rolled the dice, hit a second rope springboard and came back to catch Nicky with Aerial Ace (Springboard Cutter)! Sydney quickly climbed to the top rope and as Nicky stood up he had a split second to react -- and he didn’t -- because Sydney took him down to the canvas with an incredible diving meteora! Sydney made her first cover of the contest.
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O’NEIL: Sydney St. Clair with the near fall!
VALERIE: Come now that was barely two.
O’NEIL: What match are you watching?
Nicky was able to kick out and then he rolled to the outside to try and recover. Sydney scolded him with a wag of her finger and then shot towards him. Sydney flew to the outside with She Shoots! She Scores!, which was a suicide dive of her own. Sydney slammed Nicky hard into the ring barrier and then rolled him into the ring. Sydney climbed to the top rope again and when Nicky was back up to his feet Sydney came off the top rope looking for a hurricanranna but Nicky sidestepped her and dropped her with Last Resort (Diamond Cutter)! Sydney was laid out and Nicky called for the end.
VALERIE: Last Resort! The name of that move indicates that it should lead to a victory...why didn’t Mr. Crawford cover?
O’NEIL: It seems that he wants to demonstrate an emphatic victory.
VALERIE: Tsk tsk.
The Weapons Grade PAWG was down and out as Nicky stalked her, gesturing for her to stand. When she finally did Nicky went for a high roundhouse kick but Sydney sidestepped it and then blasted Nicky with Magic Satchel (Ripcord Lungblower)! Nicky was left gasping for air on the mat and Sydney decided not to cover, she wanted to end this match emphatically. Sydney got Nicky up and threaded his arm through his legs, she attempted Automatic Midnight (Pumphandle Cut-Throat Driver) but Nicky slipped behind her and rolled her up!
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Winner: Nicky Crawford
D(r)own by GHOSTEMANE cued up and Nicky got his hand raised. He even looked slightly surprised that he won. Sydney got to her feet and she shoved Nicky. The two had some words and Sydney looked quite upset about the loss. Nicky shrugged and raised his hands before dropping down to exit the ring.
Livewire moved backstage in The Citadel to find El Diablo Blanco pacing back and forth. He could be heard muttering things to himself that were just low enough to not make out what he was saying. El Diablo was clearly prepping himself before his upcoming contest with Kirios Hunt. The pacing stopped as El Diablo noticed the cameras were on him.
BLANCO: For the past week something has really been grinding my gears, Brother. For the past week I have been kicking myself sideways over the fact that yet again I have let the Diablo Nation down. No matter what I do El D has not been able to kick things into second gear and drive this Crazy Train down the path towards that elusive Livewire Championship. Now, I know what you all are saying. “Don’t beat yourself up, D!”, “You’re doing everything you can!” Believe me, Brother, I’ve received the cards, the flowers, the chocolate, the candy, the… well, the chones from all you fans out there and, while I appreciate the sentiment, I can’t help but feel as though I continue to keep letting you all down. You see, Brother, I’m just like all of you. I was never supposed to be in the position I am today. No way, no sir. I’m a 35 year old man that was given a shot at living out his dream. Why just earlier this year I was clacking away at my 9-5, Brother. Just trying to do what I can to support the Wifey and two Little Diablitos sitting at home.
El Diablo paused, thinking about his family at home.
BLANCO: I never thought the movement would get so big. When I signed my first contract earlier this year I thought I’d be making my way down the ring as a pseudo “enhancement talent”, Brother. Never in my wildest dreams could I conceive the moment that I would be stepping out into The Citadel to an uproar from The Diablo Nation. Now, we’ve had our highs and our lows, Brother. We’ve been to the mountain top in a few different promotions. We’ve also touched the lowest valleys. Here in OATH, however, we haven’t reached that mountain top, Brother. We’ve stutter stepped along the way. We’d gain a bit of momentum and then BAM! We are right back where we started, Brother. If I’m being honest to all you Little Diablitos out there, which is something I encourage you all to be 100% of the time, I’ve been doubting myself.
El Diablo just shook his head back and forth in disgust over his recent performances.
BLANCO: You all say I was robbed of a victory last week when I took on Kasey Kash, Brother, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Mr. Kash knew my kryptonite. He caught me in that roll up and that was all she wrote, Brother. It’s almost as if he was watching back tapes of my match against JC Keeton not too far back. They still have tapes, right? Or is it just streaming? Who knows but that’s not the point, Brother. You see, El D doesn’t blame Mr. Kash for pulling the tights. He did what he had to in order to win. It wasn’t on the up and up, which El D frowns upon, but all is forgiven, Brother. You got that win last week not due to underhanded tactics but rather due to El D not being good enough at that exact moment. I swore to rise above my position for all you Diablo Nation-ites out there and yet I failed.
El Diablo’s head hung low.
BLANCO: Tonight, El D gets another shot at the spotlight. Tonight, I take on Kirios Hunt. Now, Miss Hunt has been on a tear as of late. She, unlike I, has had her eyes on the prize. She’s out there earning herself contention towards the Livewire Title. Meanwhile, I’m left at the end of the night with nothing but my Zubaz in hand. I can’t Diggit, Brother. Miss Hunt has that drive. Miss Hunt has that desire to reach for the stars and attain them. But where does that leave me?
El Diablo looked off screen for a moment. As they returned to the camera, even through his mask, we saw his eyes were red with emotion.
BLANCO: I have failed the Diablo Nation time and time again. I fought to be a man of my word but I haven’t been able to follow my word. The Nation have been amazing, Brother. This latest trend of all you Diablitos out there sending me comic books you’ve made of El D has been quite overwhelming, Brother. Still, it begs the question as to whether or not I’m even worthy of donning this mask. Many within OATH view El D as nothing more than a joke. They say I don’t take this mask seriously, Brother. They don’t know El D then I suppose. This mask is everything to me, Brother. This mask has come off one time since I joined this great sport and it was when JC Keeton removed it from my head. That’s literally the only time, Brother. I’m pretty sure my kids don’t even remember what I look like under this mask. It also makes for difficulty showering as well but I make do.
El Diablo takes his hand and places it on the front of his mask.
BLANCO: This is everything to me, Brother. This is a representation of what The Diablo Nation stands for. It’s time to shape up and uphold the values that this mask stands for. I know I’ve you down, Nation, but El Diablo Blanco is here to make things right. I spoke of bringing The Diablo Nation to the promised land. I spoke of representing the Nation as the OATH Livewire Champion. Well, as this cameraman as my witness, I declare El D will go on to hold the Livewire Championship and that road indeed goes through Kirios Hunt. Miss Hunt, I respect everything you’ve done up until this point. You have fought valiantly each time you enter that ring. Many are saying a win tonight will earn you that Livewire Title shot. Well, Sister, I’m looking to place a wrench in your plans. I’m looking forward to our contest tonight and I’ll tell you this, Sister. Tonight, El D is going ALL IN. That’s right, Sister. If I can’t beat you tonight then I’m not worthy to wear this mask any more. You heard it here, folks. I’m putting my mask on the line tonight. I win and I keep this mask. I lose and Miss Hunt can take this mask from my head and… well… without this mask I don’t even know what I’m doing here anyways. Just who is El Diablo Blanco without the mask, Brother? It’s go big or go home tonight, Sister. I have all the faith in the world that El Diablo Blanco is going to become the next contender to the Livewire Championship. I have to. Anything less means that the dream is dead. I go back home to the Wifey and Little Diablitos. I go back to searching for a 9-5. I go home with my tail between my legs admitting that I couldn’t cut it in my dream. You have nothing else to lose, Sister. Meanwhile, I’ve got everything on the line. Now tell me this, Sister. Whatcha gonna do when El D goes wild on you? I’m Feeling Froggy, Sister, and I can Diggit.
El Diablo Blanco let out a loud ‘Wooooo’ as he marched off camera.
SINGLES MATCH El Diablo Blanco vs. Kirios Hunt
The next contest saw Livewire stalwarts El Diablo Blanco and Kirios Hunt face off. El D made his way to the ring first and you would think that the guy cured COVID-19. As always, El D got a massive response and he seemed taken aback by it. The guy knows he has fans, but he’s humble about it. You’ve gotta like that. “The Huntress” Kirios Hunt was out next and to her surprise -- she was booed. Not one to typically care what the response from the crowd is, Hunt seemed perplexed by the absolute hate that she was feeling from the fans in The Citadel. Unfortunately for Hunt, that’s what happens when you face El Presidente of Diablo Nation.
VALERIE: This is absurd. Completely absurd.
O’NEIL: The Citadel loves El Diablo Blanco.
VALERIE: But why!
The referee called for the bell but it could barely be heard over the roar of Diablo Nation. Hunt didn’t quite know what to do with herself, so she shot in El D. El D kicked his leg back and then playfully tussled Hunt’s hair which got a massive pop from the fans in The Citadel. El D gestured to Hunt that he was only playing but The Huntress did not seem to care for that. Hunt challenged El D to a test of strength and El D looked out at his fans. They unanimously told him to go for it and when he did, Hunt slapped him in the face.
VALERIE: Yes! Do what is best for you!
El D backed away from Hunt, holding the side of his face. Hunt stood with her hands on her hips as if to say “You people hate me? I’ll give you a reason”. El D started clapping for Hunt, as if that cheap shot didn’t phase him. He went for the lock up and Hunt shifted behind him. Hunt hit El D with a dropkick to the back of his left knee and then dropped him face first into the canvas with a float over DDT! El D was laid out and Hunt started taunting the fans. Hunt then went for a cover but El D rolled her up.
O’NEIL: Upset inbound!
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VALERIE: Oh heck. I wish.
Hunt almost got caught but she kicked out at the last second. El D got up to a knee and pointed at his temple, he’s a clever one. That momentary pause gave Hunt the opportunity to hit the ropes, come back, and blast El Presidente with a sliding forearm smash to the back of the head. The fans booed that and Hunt was visibly frustrated. The disdain from the fans was getting to her. She opted to take this frustration out on El D. Hunt hauled him up to his feet and shot him into the ropes -- or at least she tried to. El D reversed the momentum and sent Hunt into the ropes. On her return he planted her with a double A spinebuster that popped the crowd to high heaven.
VALERIE: Good gravy, here it comes.
O’NEIL: Here it comes!
El D stood above Hunt and removed his right elbow pad. The audience knew what was coming as he tossed it into the crowd. El D took off for the ropes, jumped over Hunt’s prone body, hit the opposing ropes and then came back looking for the Backyard Elbow but Hunt kipped up, jumped off the mat, and took El D down with a leaping neckbreaker. Hunt rolled over into a cover.
VALERIE: Yes! That’s what you get clown!
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El D kicked out and Hunt immediately got in the referee’s face. She gave him a lesson on how to count to three and then shoved him into the ropes. The fans hated this but no one in the arena hated it more than El D. He got to his feet, spun Hunt around, kicked her in the midsection, and went for a powerbomb but Hunt flipped over him and took him down into a sunset flip pin!
VALERIE: Yes! Yes! Yes! Embarrass him!
O’NEIL: El D is all tied up!
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El D kicked out again and Hunt was getting more and more frustrated with every passing second. She went to get in the ref’s face again but El D (amazingly) kipped up and grabbed her before she could verbally abuse the referee further. El D spun her around and planted her with a second spinebuster. El D then moved toward the corner, where he fixed the referee’s collar, then climbed to the top rope and quickly came off with Feelin’ Froggy (Frog Splash). El D hit it perfectly and hooked Hunt’s leg for the pin.
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Winner: El Diablo Blanco
You would have thought that the Maple Leafs just won the Stanley Cup from the reaction in The Citadel. El D hopped up to his feet and the referee raised his hand. An “EL D! EL D! EL D!” chant broke out and El Presidente of Diablo Nation took a bow, happy to have picked up a victory in front of his supporters.
We went backstage to see Lana Corvin pacing back and forth. She was dressed in her ring gear and entrance coat. She was obviously not happy at her booking arrangement tonight as evident by the scowl on her face.
LANA: When I was in training my dad would impart a lot of his wisdom and stuff he had learned over his long career as both a wrestler and a manager. He told me that there are promotion heads and bookers that will get some wild hair up their ass that they want to try and screw over their talent. Especially ones who speak their mind and don’t take shit.
She paused for a moment and looked into the camera before resuming her pacing.
LANA: He said that since I have his same attitude that I would see it a lot. That if I speak up about how poor I am being booked that I will have to deal with people getting an attitude. Well, wouldn’t you know, after my second match in OATH, and third in my career, I’m having to deal with that shit.
Lana stopped and turned to face the camera properly.
LANA: Oscar R. Barlow. Vice President of fuck-all. He thought it would be so clever to book Little Sister and me against each other. I bet you were just chuckling to yourself that you pulled one over on the two most talented people on your roster. We have called out your bullshit booking. Your inability to do the simplest of jobs in this business. And you figured you’d make us face each other as punishment. That this will shut us up. Well…
Lana shrugged.
LANA: Your booking is still shit. It will always be shit. And you should really hire someone with an actual brain and that has a mind for the business. You are failing the company and the business as a whole. You think that because the talent, the best talent on your roster, speaks up about how bad you are doing you can just double down on the shit? What?
Lana shook her head in confusion.
LANA: I hope you soon realize your ineptitude otherwise Livewire will fail. And if you are or go to booking Conviction for OATH the company will fail as a whole. Could you handle that? Running a company totally into the ground? Because that is where you are headed with this shit booking. You’d have been better booking Little Sister and me together as a tag team. Give us a few matches and then we can take the Tag Titles. Now that would be a major draw for you.
Lana chuckled.
LANA: OATH with a Corvin as half of their tag team champions. That would put asses in seats and you could practically print money. But instead, here we are. In the biggest shit show in OATH to date. You fucked up royally. You’re lucky Little Sister and I don’t just both walk out of the match giving you four number one salutes. Hell, we still just might. I know I could talk her into it before we go out there. But if we actually do go through with this match, you better reward up majorly cause this will be the most ratings OATH will ever have.
Lana glared into the camera and almost gave it, and Barlow if he was watching, the finger. But she just shook her head and walks out of frame.
Ryan Terror stood with his nose against a wall. He muttered some things to himself before he let out a gutteral scream.
Adrestia Nyx was sitting on the other side of the room. She bowed her head slowly while she hid a slight smile.
NYX: Ryan? Are you alright?
Ryan snapped his head in her direction as his eyes stared into her like needles entering a vein.
TERROR: Of course I’m not all right. Jonathan Cage... your fucking father... should have never been in that match. I spoke about His return and for him to cost me that match...there will be hell to pay.
NYX: You knew that when you and Miguel made your debuts that eventually my dad and Ashe were going to come for you. In all honesty I didn’t see this one coming. He pulled a fast one on you Ryan.
Ryan closed the distance quickly as he placed a finger on Adrestia’s lips.
TERROR: He may have but he’ll get his soon enough. For now, we have unfinished business with those two in the so called Dynamic Duo. And after what happened at Hell and Back, those two are going to get the beating of a lifetime.
Nyx smiled as she removed Ryan’s finger from her lips.
NYX: Those two got what they deserved last week. But after what happened at Hell and Back, I think some violence can cure what ails you. They are not a Dynamic Duo, we are the only TRUE dynamic duo around here. I hope they’re ready for war because we’re coming with guns blazing.
The duo stared into each other’s eyes before Ryan pushed the camera to the ground sending it to black.
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH Dynamic Duo vs. The Hell Realm
The camera jostled and we were backstage -- Dynamic Duo and The Hell Realm had already gotten the party started. The referee called for the bell and our Falls Count Anywhere Match had begun! Serenity Scorpio hit Adrestia Nyx with the L Train (Spear) to take her down and when Ryan Terror went to his partner’s aid, Jocelyn Sky stepped off a road case and blasted Terror with a Straight to Heaven (Springboard Forearm Smash)! Terror stumbled and fell, clearly disoriented by that strike.
O’NEIL: Dynamic Duo are taking the fight to Hell Realm right off the bat.
VALERIE: They surely have no choice in the matter. This type of match is one that serves the Hell Realm. Dynamic Duo have not participated in this kind of contest in their OATH careers.
O’NEIL: Perhaps tonight is the night that they take that next step.
The Dynamic Duo hauled Nyx up to her feet and took turns punching her in the face, a reasonable response given that The Hell Realm kicked the shit out of them both last week. A stage hand was nearly wiped out when Scorpio and Sky sent Nyx flying over a road case into a stack of boxes. Terror was back up to his feet and he charged toward them, taking them both down with a double clothesline. Terror was enraged, evident by the look on his face. Terror hauled Sky up and guided her over toward a catering table.
VALERIE: It appears that Mr. Terror has interest in a light snack.
O’NEIL: I highly doubt that.
A spread of food was laid out on a long table, coffee, snacks, sandwiches -- all that kind of shit. Terror attempted to introduce Sky’s face to a bare space on the table but Sky delivered a sharp elbow to his midsection that would make a lesser man add their stomach contents to said table. Sky reached toward a coffee urn and grabbed it by the handle. Sky, with a look of malice on her face that we had yet to see from the young tag team specialist. Sky lifted the urn and brought it crashing onto the crown of Terror’s head. He staggered backward and then Sky swung the earn like a Louisville slugger and cracked Terror in the jaw with it. Terror dropped flat onto his chest.
O’NEIL: Caffeine will kill ya!
Nyx was back in the game and she was stalking Scorpio. Scorpio turned to see the former Tag Team Champion in her tail and she invited her to do her worst. The two locked up and Scorpio brought a high knee up to meet Nyx’s chin. Nyx responded with her special Knuckles, Bitch combination; multiple slaps and chops followed by a spinning back fist. Scorpio was rocked and Nyx took hold of a nearby steel chair. Nyx folded it up flat and then drove the top of it into Scorpio’s midsection. With Scorpio doubled over, Nyx smashed the chair over Scorpio’s back. Nyx didn’t let Scorpio fall, she pulled Scorpio into a Phoenix Twist (Rolling Cutter)! Nyx quickly covered.
VALERIE: Oh that sounded quite devastating on the concrete.
O’NEIL: Most things do.
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O’NEIL: This is a tag team match! Always gotta be on the lookout for the other opponent.
Jocelyn Sky ran into frame and hit Nyx with a boot to the back of the head. Sky hauled Nyx up to her feet and started treating her to some Arizona sized forearm smashes to the face. Sky applied a ¾ face lock and then pushed off the wall to take Nyx down with Upside Down (Shiranui)! Before Sky could go for a pinfall, Terror re-entered the frame and now he was wielding the coffee urn. Terror brought it down with two hands onto Sky’s head and then started leading her down a hallway. The two came to a door marked “OATH VICE PRESIDENT - OSCAR R. BARLOW”. Terror smirked and showed Sky the name plate up close -- by slamming her head into the door as many times as he could. An unorthodox way to knock.
VALERIE: I wonder if the Vice President is in the office today.
O’NEIL: I would hope so, he really only works one day a week.
Barlow answered the door and Terror shoved Sky toward him. Sky turned back to Terror and hit him with a hard right hand. Terror rushed Sky and took her over Barlow’s desk as the Vice President did his best to get out of the line of fire. Terror bounced Sky’s off of the desk and then stepped up on top of it, bringing her up on top with him. Terror flashed a glance at Barlow and then delivered a Blood Reign (Jay Driller) to Sky on top of Barlow’s desk!
O’NEIL: That desk is made from rich mahogany!
VALERIE: Perhaps he will strike her with a leather bound book next.
Elsewhere Nyx was back up to her feet and she was leading Scorpio down the same hallways. Scorpio caught Nyx with an uppercut and she went to hit Nyx with a snap DDT but Terror came out of the office and caught Scorpio with Out of the Shadows (Superkick)! Scorpio was sent back into a wall and then she fell forward right into The Protocol (Dudley Death Drop)! Terror covered Scorpio and the referee made an awkward count in the hallway.
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Winners: The Hell Realm
“Welcome to Hell” by Terror Universal kicked up in the The Hell Realm stood proud in the halls of The Citadel. Terror flashed a smile toward Barlow, who seemed to be regretting allowing this match to happen so close to where he worked. Hell Realm walked off, leaving a path of destruction in their wake.
After a brief commercial break, the cameras brought us to a video shot earlier where the Livewire Champion, Jamie Emmerson was seen sitting with her legs stretched out across the black equipment box that she was sitting on. Black leggings, boots and a white blouse underneath her black leather jacket was her current wardrobe of choice before needing to prepare for her match later. The Livewire Championship rested over her lap as she stared down at it; her face shrouded by her hair.
JAMIE: Fair play to you.
She said with a soft chuckle. No. A snicker. Her shoulders shook as she lifted her head towards the ceiling.
JAMIE: Ah yes, fair play to you, Vice President Oscar Barlow.
Jamie acknowledged the title ...well...to say mockingly, would be putting it kindly.
JAMIE: I have spent weeks scorning you and yours for your...poor decisions. I certainly expected a reaction out of you, however this?
She shook her head, tsking her tongue at the camera.
JAMIE: I should be angry - we should be furious - my opponent and I. My dear, Lana. I admire your cunning, though. Weeks of me talking down the caliber of my opponents, along with their tenure and record within OATH and you would place before me my sister in faith and my heart in life. She of whom I have pledged my body and soul to for all eternity. Did you think this would be you making me eat my own words? Perhaps you thought Lana would look back on my words towards previous opponents and...what...assume I lumped her in with them? Oscar, you silly silly boy. See, there is a clear difference between her and them. Before now, I have practically begged you for a true obstacle - a test for my ability. Well now….
Jamie raised her hands and gave a slow clap, applauding above her head.
JAMIE: Thank you, Oscar. Thank you, indeed. You see, while Lana Corvin may be a more recent addition to the roster with but a couple of victories but need you be reminded that she is already renowned in this business through her bloodline? How does she even compare to the other nine that I have faced?
She paused with a smile. It was cold smile with wicked amusement filling those eyes of hers.
JAMIE: She does not. No, you see, you have given me an opponent of the exact caliber that someone of my own deserves. Greatness stands in the ring against Greatness. I could not have planned it better than myself but I can assure you that it will not go as you have planned, Oscar Barlow. Regardless of what happens, here tonight, in that ring. Win, lose or draw? I win.
Jamie lifted the Livewire Championship up onto her shoulder as she swung her legs around, bringing herself to sit up straight as she placed her other hand on her knee and leaned forward.
JAMIE: You lose….
She winked as the shot faded out to black.
The lights dimmed as the sound of white noise poured through the speakers. Then the noise cut and the voice of famed movie villain Jigsaw was heard.
“I want to play a game”
“Forget to Remember” by Mudvayne blasted through The Citadel speakers as "The Eternal" Jonathan Cage stepped out from behind the curtain. He soaked in the crowd reaction for a moment then made his way to the ring. He climbed up the ring steps and stepped through the ropes. He stood in the middle of the ring for a moment before he signalled for a microphone. He grabbed the microphone and made a motion to cut his music.
CAGE: OATH!
The people cheered as he did the essential cheap pop.
CAGE: I remember this place very well back when Elysium was in its heyday. But things have changed since the last time I was here. I see that new people have taken over this place and have made changes for the better. But that’s not why I’m here.
A beat.
CAGE: I’m here to show the world that this old dog still has a lot of bite left in him. Not to mention, I have revenge on my mind. Which brings me to my pupil, Ryan. Ryan, I didn’t forget what you and Miguel did to myself and Ashe back in Elysium. I do, however, commend you for making your debut with a bang. It actually gave me time to heal some nagging injuries and prepare myself for the chance to fuck you up. And the Barlow family along with Mr. Straker gave me that opportunity at the Thirteen Ghosts battle royal. I loved seeing your face look like you’d seen a ghost. Also, you realized that your buddy Miguel hasn’t been around to save your ass this time. But I digress…
Another beat.
CAGE: The question posed to me has been...why are you in OATH? It’s simple...I’ve had this itch to get back in the ring. Not to mention, this building is my old stomping grounds. If I was to make a return then it would be here. A place that has given me my best memories in the business. And I started to do that when I made my appearance in the battle royal. But who’s to say that I’ll be on Conviction. My niece is on Livewire, fighting for her first championship here tonight.
Another beat.
CAGE: And I would like a front row seat.
“Forget to Remember” played again as Cage dropped the microphone and exited the ring. Cage walked over to the announce table, nodded at both May O'Neil and Vince Valerie. Cage set up a chair and sat down.
• MAIN EVENT • OATH LIVEWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP SINGLES MATCH Lana Corvin vs. Jamie Emmerson ©
It was time for the main event, as is the custom on Livewire, it was for the Livewire Championship. In a strange turn both champion and challenger made their entrances together. Jonathan Cage was shown at ringside, his eyes narrowing at the sight of this irregularity. Lana Corvin and Jamie Emmerson reached the bottom of the ramp. The duo climbed up onto the apron. Corvin sat on the middle rope and held the ropes open. Emmerson wiped her feet on the apron and entered the ring. Emmerson lobbed the Livewire Championship at the referee.
O’NEIL: I can honestly say that this is about to be the most unique main event that Livewire has ever seen. Who do you see coming out with the victory Vince?
VALERIE: The fans! This is bound to be a five star classic that we will remember long after OATH is dead!
O’NEIL: Do you honestly believe that?
VALERIE: Nope.
The referee held up the Livewire Championship and then called for the bell. Corvin and Emmerson came to the middle of the ring and instead of locking up, they put on a charade. The two lobbed pulled punches at one another and then traded the weakest arm drags that you had ever seen in your life. The two were laughing but the crowd were not pleased at all with this show of disrespect for OATH and the Livewire Championship.
O’NEIL: This is about what I expected. Mr. Barlow must be furious.
VALERIE: He has only himself to blame! He caused this.
Corvin and Emmerson glared out at the audience and then both of them decided to flip off the fans in The Citadel. Corvin and Emmerson then both exited the ring. Corvin gestured for the referee to start making the standard twenty count. Jonathan Cage watched all of this and a look of supreme disgust developed on his face. Emmerson mockingly skipped around the ring, passing the ramp. She came around the side of the ring and skipped toward the announce table while flipping off the crowd. Corvin sat on a guard rail and verbally abused some fans in the front row.
VALERIE: Peaceful protest! This is democracy!
O’NEIL: This is a farce.
The Black Metal Witch came towards the announce table, still showing disrespect to the audience. Corvin continued talking shit. As Emmerson passed by the announce table, Cage leaped out of his seat and blasted Emmerson in the jaw with a Shadow Kick (Superkick)! Emmerson was laid out and the referee called for the bell.
Winner: Still OATH Livewire Champion, Jamie Emmerson via DQ
O’NEIL: Jonathan Cage has inserted himself in this match!
VALERIE: He has no right! This is his niece!
O’NEIL: Corvin is his niece. He has no relationship with Emmerson.
No music played. Lana Corvin turned back to see what had happened and was shocked to see that her uncle had just laid out Emmerson. Corvin sprinted toward her uncle and got in his path before he could do any more damage. Corvin chastised him but Cage ignored her and walked over to the time keeper. Cage retrieved the Livewire Title and then turned back to his niece.
O’NEIL: It seems that Mr. Cage has more respect for the Livewire Championship than either of these two young competitors.
VALERIE: You need to show respect to get it! Ms. Corvin and Ms. Emmerson were forced into this contest. They are doing what they believe is right!
Cage approached Corvin and held up the Livewire Championship. “This is what it’s about. It isn’t about relationships! It’s about this!” Cage shoved the title into Corvin’s chest. Emmerson got back to her feet and she took her title from Corvin. Emmerson proceeded to get in Cage’s face and said to him, “You want it so bad? Come get it.” Emmerson stood staring through Cage as Livewire 10 went off the air.
Results: • Vanessa Lynn def. Scribbles
• Angel Kash def. Erik Crawford
• Nicky Crawford def. Sydney St. Clair
• El Diablo Blanco def. Kirios Hunt
• Hell Realm def. Dynamic Duo
• Jamie Emmerson def. Lana Corvin by DQ; Still Livewire Champion
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