LIVEWIRE 22

Episode 22

March 3rd, 2021

The Citadel in Toronto, Ontario

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“Something Good” by The Damned Things kicked up and we got the opening video package for Livewire that cycled through various action shots until we reached the final shot of a tower of stacked cases of Dead To Rights Brewing’s Witch’s Brew. The camera tilted upwards to show Liz Karlson seated at the top with the Livewire Championship over her shoulder. We cut to inside The Citadel and the jib camera scanned the audience before the shot faded to ringside with May O’Neil and Vince Valerie.

O’NEIL: Welcome wrestling fans to episode twenty two of OATH Pro Wrestling Livewire! I am May O’Neil alongside a man with a Jamiroquai themed room in his house, “The Dandy Braggart” Vince Valerie!

VALERIE: If I was a wrestler I would definitely walk out to Canned Heart. That song is pure brilliance.

O’NEIL: I honestly can’t disagree. I know that you won’t DISAGREE that Livewire is hot tonight. Four, count em, four tryout matches are on deck tonight.

VALERIE: We are going to see the highly touted Savannah Sunshine as she looks to earn an OATH contract on her birthday! She’ll have a tall order when she takes on Cosa Nostra’s Silvio Aprile.

O’NEIL: And what a present to herself that would be to win and earn herself a place on the roster. Following that we’re going to see Ollie Maverick and Rocky make their OATH debuts when Ollie looks to earn a contract in a match against Himari Hanzo of Hanzogun.

VALERIE: Who is Rocky?

O’NEIL: Oh you’ll see. We’re also going to see the OATH debut of a world travelled star that many of our fans are very fond of, one of the owners of Joshi Extreme Takeover, Azumi Goto. She’ll go head to head with El Caliente Loco.

VALERIE: Many fans may not think that Ms. Goto needs to have a tryout match but everyone starts on the same level in OATH, despite success elsewhere. “The Canadian Wildcat” Jenna Sharpe, a former champion in OATH, has had to start from the beginning right here on Livewire since returning a few weeks ago. Tonight she’ll look to continue her quest for the Intrepid Championship when she takes on “Fallen Saint” AJ Jenkynx.

O’NEIL: That should be an incredible match. But Jenna isn’t the only Sharpe on the card tonight. Her cousin Switchblxde is in the main event when he looks to bring the Livewire Championship back to The Murk Squad. The champion, Liz Karlson, stands in his way. We also have a video package from Maverick and I am told that it is a must see affair.

VALERIE: But before we get there we are going to have our first tryout contest of the evening. The world feared titan Kai D. Oh has arrived in OATH and in order to earn a full contract he will have to put away Curt Kornell of Ultramega UK.

O’NEIL: Let’s not delay any longer! This is Livewire! Ramblers, let’s get ramblin’!

SINGLES MATCH

Kai D. Oh vs. Curt Kornell

The first match of the evening saw Curt Kornell come to the ring with Eddie Kobain at his side. Both guys looked faded as hell but they still had some energy, doing their best to hype up the audience. The crowd in The Citadel was into it but the whole mood changed very quickly when “Feral Spirit” by Paleowolf cued up.

VALERIE: Would you look at this man.

O’NEIL: He… he is not from this planet.

VALERIE: Alright I am thoroughly frightened.

The hulking mass known as “The World’s Strongest Creature” Kai D. Oh stood on the stage, an imposing figure. He pointed towards himself as a spotlight shone on him. He marched down the ramp and stood before the steel steps. He banged on the steps repeatedly before rushing up them and climbing into the ring. He posed, flexing on the turnbuckle and pounding his chest.

VALERIE: I do believe that Mr. Kornell is in over his head.

O’NEIL: No question about it.

The bell rang and Oh turned his attention to Curt Kornell. The Weed Lad looked liked he was about to shit himself. Oh marched over to him and stood in front of him. Kornell was shaking. He looked up to meet Oh’s eyeline and that proved to be a bad idea. Oh rolled his shoulders and then blasted Kornell with a lariat that turned him inside out.

VALERIE: Oh Miss Mary!

Oh yanked Kornell off of the mat and shot him into the ropes. On Kornell’s return he got a tour view of the audience via a spinning sideslam that planted him into the mat. Oh grabbed Kornell’s wrist, yanked him up to his feet and launched him into the corner.

The World’s Strongest Creature snarled and then charged into the corner where he drilled Kornell with a running shoulder thrust. Oh kept Kornell trapped and hit him with a quick succession of a half dozen more shoulder thrusts and then sent Kornell three quarters of the way across the ring with a beale.

VALERIE: Maybe if Mr. Kornell spent a little less time getting high then he would have been prepared for this contest.

O’NEIL: Yeah I doubt it.

Kornell realized that it was kill or be killed so he pushed off the mat and rushed Oh. Bad call. Oh lifted him up and spiked him into the mat with Kaifu (Spinebuster). Kornell quickly got back to his feet but he was messed up. He tried to put some distance between himself and Oh but he was caught rather quickly. Oh shot Kornell into the ropes and then looked to bisect him with a massive Thunder Bagua spear!

The Weed Lad was gasping for air on the canvas as Oh stood over him. Oh simply said “Pathetic.” before he peeled Kornell off of the canvas. A few seconds later Kornell was drilled into the mat with Tatsumaki (Batista Bomb)! Oh half heartedly covered.

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CRYBABY: Here is your winner, “The World’s Strongest Creature” Kai D. Oh!

“Feral Spirit” by Paleowolf played again. Oh allowed the referee to raise his hand but his attention turned to Eddie Kobain who had entered the ring. Kobain was checking on his tag team partner, who was laying on the mat in complete agony.

VALERIE: It seems that Mr. Oh is not finished.

Oh slowly approached Kobain. Kobain could feel the ring shake and his eyes went wide with terror. Oh reached down and grabbed Kobain by the back of the neck. How dare he enter Oh’s ring. Oh gave Kobain a boot to the gut and then planted him with a Tatsumaki (Batista Bomb) right onto his prone partner! Both members of Ultramega UK were laid out. Oh stood over them, his point proven.

The shot cut to the office of OATH Pro Wrestling Vice President Oscar Barlow, a man who hadn’t been seen on OATH programming for a few weeks. Of course there were rumours running rampant throughout the company. One of which being that he was asked not to attend Last Resort on his own family’s private island a few days ago. Something about him causing a scene at Pearson International Airport. These claims are unsubstantiated, of course.

The office was relatively empty save for some old pizza boxes, rinsed bottles of Jameson Whiskey, and some scattered dossiers and what-have-you. The door to the private bathroom opened and out stepped Oscar, wiping his nose frantically.

BARLOW: Yo! Okay cool. I forgot that we were doing this. No trouble, no trouble. I’m glad that you guys are here. Seriously. This is great. Awesome even. Because I’ve got a fucking amazing announcement. It’s psycho.

Oscar moved over to his desk and brushed aside a stack of papers. He sat on the desk, trying his best to look cool and casual but he looked more like a hummingbird on acid.

BARLOW: So here is the deal. I didn’t go to Last Resort. Didn’t feel like it. No big deal bro. Not a big deal AT ALL! I’ve got shit to do here. Big deals. Big moves. Gangster shit but like in the business world, you know?

He crossed his arms. Then uncrossed them. He shot up off the desk and approached the camera. He was having trouble focussing.

BARLOW: So like I was thinking, you know? I was thinking about Catalyst. Fuck Catalyst man. I tried to make it more than a preshow but it was still looked at like the problem child of OATH programming. So fuck that I say. I want us to have our own big event. Just for Livewire. For the motherfuckers that are here putting in the work. Something that has NOTHING to do with what Tommy Straker is doing on Conviction.

Saying his brother-in-law’s name was like acid in his mouth. He looked disgusted… and hurt.

BARLOW: I reached out to one of our sponsors. Dead To Rights Brewing. They have forked over the cash to help Livewire produce something really special. Something unique. Something gangster as fuck. You follow? Yeah good. So check it out bro, in three weeks on March 24th, Livewire is getting its own Supershow that is gonna be ten times better than Trial By Fire.

Barlow turned around sharply and seemed to be looking for something. He picked up the papers that he had dumped onto the floor and frantically cycled through them but didn’t seem to find what he was looking for. He turned back to the camera.

BARLOW: Okay I can’t find the mock up. I think production has it. Anyway, DTR was down to put up the cash but like they wanted their personal ambassador here on Livewire to be featured. Livewire Title or not, Liz Karlson is gonna put her own spin on the event.

It was hard to tell whether he was happy about that.

BARLOW: In three weeks, Livewire and Dead To Rights Brewing will present Liz Karlson’s Carnival Of Violence. There is going to be a wicked cool twist on the event but I’ll let Liz tell you all about it next week. Tonight she’s got a match to prepare for.

Now he looked quite pleased with himself.

BARLOW: Suck it Tommy.

With that final word Barlow shooed the camera away and went to go back into the bathroom. To do drugs.

SINGLES MATCH

Silvio Aprile vs. Savannah Sunshine

Our second tryout match of the night saw “Candyland’s Greatest Export” Savannah Sunshine come to the ring to the tune of "I Just Can't Wait To Be King" by Suburban Legends. The fans embraced Savannah Sunshine almost immediately as she pranced to the ring, handing out candy to the fans that lined the ramp.

VALERIE: Candy? More candy wrestlers?

O’NEIL: We are a beacon for sugar addicts.

Once in the ring Savannah saw her opponent in person for the first time. The ball of muscle known as Silvio Aprile. Savannah didn’t seem intimidated in the least, she trotted right over to him and held out her hand. Aprile stared at her dead eyed and then backed into his corner.

VALERIE: Not good at all for Ms. Sunshine. This man is a killer.

O’NEIL: His record says otherwise.

The two locked up and Aprile immediately shoved her down to the mat. Savannah looked like she just had her heart broken. She dusted herself off, stood up, marched over to him and shoved him right in the chest which got a good pop from Toronto.

O’NEIL: The Queen Of Candyland is not backing down!

VALERIE: She should really consider it.

Aprile snarled and went to put his hand on the top of Savannah’s head -- bully style. That didn’t work out the way that he wanted because Savannah hit him with a jumping high knee to the chin that had him reeling. She tried to Irish whip him but Aprile reversed the momentum. He sent Savannah into the ropes and she came back with a springboard diving cross body!

The Cosa Nostra member was off his game, no doubt about that. He couldn’t believe that this seemingly sweet girl just pumped his shit. Wake up Aprile, wrestling isn’t just big meaty men slapping meat anymore! Savannah popped up to her feet and blew a raspberry at Aprile. He didn’t appreciate it, as you might imagine.

O’NEIL: Oh she’s a little cheeky. I like it!

VALERIE: She needs to hone her focus on winning this contest and earning a full contract. None of this childish nonsense.

O’NEIL: You are no fun.

VALERIE: I am very fun. Like cucumber with cottage cheese.

O’NEIL: ...

Aprile went to engage Savannah again but she shot behind him, gave him a shove and then drilled him in the back of the head with a high flipping dropkick. He tried to rally back but she put him on the canvas again with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors!

The Irrate Italian was just that. He picked himself off of the mat once again and went to clobber Savannah but she popped up and nailed him with Twirly Whirly (Tornado DDT)! Aprile sat right up but got drilled with Shiniest Rainbow (Shining Wizard)! Savannah plopped down on top of him and hooked his leg.

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CRYBABY: Here is your winner, “Candyland’s Greatest Export” Savannah Sunshine!

"I Just Can't Wait To Be King" by Suburban Legends cued up again. The Citadel cheered wildly as Savannah got her hand raised.She was super ecstatic and celebrated in the ring, tossing candy out into the crowd. She turned to Aprile and offered her hand but he wanted nothing to do with it. He rolled out of the ring and walked up the ramp to go think about his failure.

The screen lightened and we were somewhere in The Citadel, we were shown the man himself, Jason Tyrell, as he sat in a chair while looking at an old leather bound book for a moment before setting it aside with a faint chuckle.

TYRELL: To some, violence is a passion. A viable emotion that causes them great joy when they unleash it upon the world. To others, it is a means to an end. Someone has something that they want and thus, violence is a universal way of saying “I want”. But to my Dominion, violence is a great many things but first and foremost it is a business and to be honest, business is good because from South East Asia to Canada to Germany and Cairo, from France to Mexico...business is booming I’m happy to say.

Tyrell then reached down and gently patted the book that sat next to him.

TYRELL: All of the Dominion’s outstanding business matters are dealt with. I’m happy to say with many more high capital ventures coming in the near future… however I would be remiss if I didn’t admit to one bit of unfinished minor capital in the ledgers. You see a couple of rather vulgar little nobodies that kept claiming that they had such a great, and I quote them, “mission statement” was all important and that they would easily win the match because they were just “that good” at being violent.

The screen suddenly flickered to shots of the Dominion tearing All Eyes On Us apart. Moments like Williams of AEOU being brought low by a Marik aided Pierce superbomb, to Williams almost losing his head to a Marik "Dawn of the Dead" and so forth-before the screen flickered back to Tyrell’s now smiling face.

TYRELL: My dear AEOU, did you see what my Dominion did to you? That was just a regular day at the office for them. You spouted a great many things that did not come to pass and yet all that my Dominion said was that we would put you down and we did exactly that. However, I’m not a man who likes to leave things unfinished nor do I appreciate a couple of nameless little fucks leaving red in my organization’s ledger...so here is what will happen.

A beat.

TYRELL: The Dominion is challenging the two of you pieces of worthless garbage to a match...but I’m feeling that we need to up the ante and as such, you are being challenged to a Last Man Standing Tables match. A perfect way of showcasing the reality that my Dominion are the true global leaders of violence...and that your so called “Mission Statement” is nothing more than yet another wet fart coming out of your worm filled mouths.

Tyrell leaned back in his chair with his smile becoming more cheshire cat in appearance.

TYRELL: We demand an answer, boys. Either accept the match or get to steppin out of this promotion.

The screen faded to black.

SINGLES MATCH

Himari Hanzo vs. Ollie Linkoln w/ Rocky

The opening of “Space Jam” by Quad City DJs played and the crowd began to get hype. The music picked up and Ollie Linkoln bounded out and ran to either side of the entry area to wave to fans on both sides of The Citadel. Under his arm was… a raccoon.

VALERIE: What THE HELL is that?

O’NEIL: That’s Rocky. His pet raccoon.

VALERIE: WHY?

Ollie strutted his way to the ring to the rhythm of the music, still waving to fans on occasion, pointing out the stuffed Rocky toys that were inexplicably in the audience. He walked around to the announce desk and sat Rocky on top. After patting Rocky on the head, he hopped up onto the apron did a rolling somersault into the ring but instead of landing on his feet, he landed flat on his back and just laid there a moment before hopping up to his feet as if to say “I totally meant to do that”. Ollie held his hand up for a high-five from the referee and once he got it he celebrated and headed to his corner.

VALERIE: Get this thing away from me.

O’NEIL: He seems pretty docile. Plus, Raccoons are kind of the mascot of Toronto so it makes sense that he’s out here.

VALERIE: I do not feel safe.

Ollie’s opponent, Himari Hanzo was already in the ring stretching. The referee called for a bell and Ollie extended his hand for a show of sportsmanship. Himari kicked it away and Ollie just nodded as if to say, “Okay that’s how we’re gonna play it”.

Himari struck first, hitting Ollie with a round kick to the midsection and shot him into the ropes. Ollie hit a handspring into the ropes and came back with a back elbow that put Himari on the mat.

O’NEIL: Impressive counter from Ollie.

VALERIE: Was that a counter?

O’NEIL: Like… kind of?

Ollie took a bow as Himari went out onto the apron but Ollie rushed her and hit her with a diving thrust kick that took her off the apron. Himari slammed into the guardrail with a THUD.

The Manic Marvel called out to The Citadel, took off for the opposing ropes and then came back with a beautiful tope con hilo to the outside, taking Himari down yet again. Ollie pulled her up, only to hit her with a snap suplex on the floor.

VALERIE: Himari has no answers for this guy’s offense!

O’NEIL: Yeah he’s fucking her up good right now.

Ollie rolled Himari back into the ring but to his surprise she was quickly back up to her feet. She hit the ropes for some momentum but on her return Ollie dropped to his back and caught her with a monkey flip! Himari landed again with a thud.

VALERIE: I get the feeling that he is just messing around now.

O’NEIL: Does he look like the kind of person who would do that?

VALERIE: He brought a raccoon out here.

O’NEIL: HIS NAME IS ROCKY!

Rocky sat atop the announce table and Ollie pointed finger guns at him. There was a second where Ollie stopped moving, having locked eyes with Rocky. Ollie nodded, like Rocky had given him an instruction, and went back to work.

Himari stood up and Ollie came out of NOWHERE with Planes, Trains, and Plantains (Kitaro Crusher) that drove Himari’s face into the mat. Ollie quickly vaulted over the top rope and then came back into the ring with a slingshot somersault senton which he rolled through into a standing position and then executed a standing moonsault.

O’NEIL: He calls that Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell.

VALERIE: Of course he does.

Poor Himari, she didn’t know where she was. She got up to a knee and Ollie blasted her with Gravy Train (Buzzsaw Roundhouse Kick). Himari appeared to be out cold but Ollie covered her anyway. Gotta earn that contract. The referee dropped to make the count.

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CRYBABY: Here is your winner, “The Manic Marvel” Ollie Linkoln!

“Space Jam” by Quad City DJs kicked up again and Ollie got his hand raised. He was quick to slip out of the ring where he collected Rocky. Ollie thanked O’Neil and Valerie for watching him and then held Rocky high in the air. The Citadel was absolutely in love. Nice.

The camera cut to a locker room where Azumi Goto was sitting on a chair and adjusting her gloves. She seemed to be calm and collected before being approached by the camera crew, part of her didn’t pay them any mind until she finally spoke.

AZUMI: You know, I thought about how things have gone in my long career, and yet I never thought that starting from the bottom would be something I have to do again. Accolades, world renown fame, a legacy of greatness in the ring, and so much more. Maybe it’s just because of how my career has gone but this is not only an interesting chapter but it’s a necessary one. This is a path I need to travel. Never in the past few years would I have thought about being on a program like Livewire but I’m never one to believe that all of this is beneath me.

A beat.

AZUMI: OATH is home to some of the best wrestlers on the planet and new challenges that I want to overcome.

Azumi got up from her seat and grabbed her black jacket before putting it on.

AZUMI: OATH has done a lot for a good friend of mine, Stephanie Matsuda but this isn’t about me retracing her steps. Instead this is about me creating something brand new of my own. One match at a time, every win is a step of the promotion’s ladder and towards a brand new chapter. It’s a long road but I’ve got all the time in the world to get to the top of OATH wrestling and it all starts with tonight.

Azumi Goto soon took her leave before looking back at the camera crew with a smirk on her face.

AZUMI: Time to showcase the OATH fans what The Queen of The Celestials is all about.

SINGLES MATCH

Azumi Goto vs. El Caliente Loco

The fans were hyped to high heaven when “Day Of Fate” by Jonathan Young kicked up. There were more than a few people in the crowd who knew who was coming. “The Queen Of The Celestials” Azumi Goto made her way to the ring to a great reaction.

O’NEIL: It seems that there are already some Azumi Goto fans here in Toronto.

VALERIE: She has fans all over the world! Do you research May.

O’NEIL: I know who she is. I did my homework.

VALERIE: It is probably riddled with grammar issues.

O’NEIL: What THE FUCK are you talking about?

VALERIE: Potty mouth.

El Caliente Loco was already in the ring and he was FIRED UP! Azumi finished her entrance and the referee called for the bell. Loco took off across the ring, looking to catch Goto off guard and he got smacked with a roundhouse kick for his insolence.

O’NEIL: El Caliente Loco has a pitiful record. It almost seems cruel to put him in the ring with such a seasoned competitor.

VALERIE: Seasoned? As in --

O’NEIL: Do NOT.

Loco was rocked but Azumi was just getting started, she cracked him with another roundhouse kick and then put him on his duff with a perfectly executed dropkick. Loco tried to rally back with a running shotei but Goto slipped behind him and took him over with a huge half-nelson suplex!

The Spicy Luchador was seeing stars but Goto did not let up. This was her opportunity to introduce herself to OATH and she wasn’t about to let her foot off the gas. She sat herself on the top rope and when Caliente tried to engage her she smoked him with a missile dropkick followed by a cover.

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VALERIE: I truthfully thought that it was over.

That was almost it for Caliente but he was able to get his shoulder up, much to the chagrin of everyone in The Citadel. He’s just a spicy boy, nobody loves him. Caliente tried to rally back but he got popped with Heaven’s Flash (Superkick) that hit him with such force that he landed on the back of his neck and ended up face down on the canvas.

VALERIE: The sheer FORCE of Heaven’s Flash.

O’NEIL: Loco may not wake up until Half Life 3 comes out.

VALERIE: What is that?

O’NEIL: A Vin Diesel movie.

Azumi called out to her supporters and she was showered with love from The Citadel. Caliente staggered up to his feet but Azumi just blasted him with a John Woo Kick! Caliente was slammed into the corner and it was all but over for the man from spice city.

The Queen Of The Celestials grabbed Caliente in a ¾ cutter position and then ran up the ropes to deliver Radiant Shoot (Corner Shiranui)! Caliente landed prone in front of the corner so Goto shot herself up to the top rope and came back with Path Of Heaven (Top Rope Moonsault Press). She hooked the leg and The Citadel counted along with the ref.

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CRYBABY: Here is your winner, “The Queen Of The Celestials” Azumi Goto!

“Day Of Fate” by Jonathan Young kicked up again. Azumi got her hand raised (as if there was any doubt) and she had successfully earned her place on the roster. The fans were stoked, she was smiling, all good things.

Alone in the VIP section of Pillar & Post, Jenna Sharpe was seated in a curved booth. Her phone was propped up on its side, and she appeared to be watching Conviction L: Last Resort while she enjoyed a plate of poutine. A waiter stopped by and asked if she’d like a refill, and Jenna nodded. It wasn’t long before another drink showed up at her table, but this time it was being carried by a young man in an ill-fitting white button-down and black slacks, with white sneakers instead of the black ones the rest of the staff were wearing. The Wildcat looked up at him, tapping her phone to pause the video while giving this person a scathing look.

JENNA: Can I help you?

The young man set the glass down on the table and fiddled with his collar.

YOUNG MAN: It’s not about what you can do for me, Jenna. It’s what I can do for you.

JENNA: Excuse me?

He sat down in the booth next to her and pulled out his phone and a selfie stick. To her horror, Jenna realized that he’s hit the record button and is now filming them.

YOUNG MAN: Shoutout to all my Swervers out there, this is Mark Smart of Swerve on a Pole, and I’m here with the lovely, the voluptuous, the absolute smokeshow Jenna Sharpe. Now Jenna, babe, let’s talk about your big return and what happened at Last Resort!

JENNA: This is a restricted area. You shouldn’t be back here.

SMART: Come on! Look, I already got proof of you really being here with me on the show, so the least you can do is answer a few questions for me, maybe give me your number? I just wanna be friends, I swear!

He laughed, not realizing just how lucky he is that looks cannot, in fact, kill.

JENNA: SECURITY!

SMART: Don’t be like that! Look, all I wanna know is one thing - how does it feel knowing that Stephanie “Cloud” Matsuda is the new Intrepid Champion? Okay, maybe two things - you wanna go get coffee after the show, maybe a nightcap?

JENNA: My boyfriend could kill you and make it look like an accident.

SMART: Who says he’s gotta know?

Jenna looked out like she’s on an episode of The Office, shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she turned back to her unwanted companion.

JENNA: Anyway. You want the tea, pole boy? Here it is. I’m glad that Stephanie Matsuda is the one who took the Intrepid Championship. My match tonight against AJ Jenkynx is just another stepping stone for me in my journey to becoming Intrepid Champion, and knowing that if she holds onto that title, I’ll be facing Matsuda for it? That’s great for me. Stephanie is the one who beat me for the Tabula Rasa Championship - my very first championship in wrestling - way back when I first started in OATH. Now I get to be the one challenging for her title, and I intend to pay her back in kind.

SMART: One last thing - hey!

Security arrived and upon seeing that Mark didn’t have permission to be in the venue, let alone the VIP section, they hauled him out of the booth and into the kitchen so that they could throw him out the back entrance. Jenna grinned and waved as he was carried away, then she noticed that the intruder left his phone on the table. Since he didn’t have a passcode, it was easy for her to get in and delete the recording. For good measure, she dropped the phone into her drink and stood up, sweeping out of Pillar & Post and toward the locker room so she could get ready for her match.

Livewire proved that The King still reigned where it mattered.

If rolling back the clip showed you where it went wrong for AJ Jenknyx, you’d find that to be when the match began, because since the bell rang- his chances of even beating Jason went down drastically and there was no doubt about it. AJ brought the fight to Jason, he did everything that he could, but at the end of the day, The King was just that bit smarter- though, against AJ, it wasn’t that hard to be smarter than him. The “Blood Dragon” stomp through two chairs from the top rope put the Fallen Saint away easily, and was a very dominant performance for The King, not even needing to perform a finisher on AJ Jenknyx, which a lot of the fans of The King have noted when watching the match itself.

THE KING’S PENTHOUSE // PRE-RECORDED FOOTAGE

MARCH 2ND, 2021 // CANTON, OHIO

With the camera feed opening up to the interior of The King’s Penthouse, finding Jason standing on his front balcony of the first floor, the camera stepped forward and came slowly behind The King, soon turning his head to acknowledge its presence. His voice spoke in a sharp tone just like his dressing code and the piercing look in his eye as he stood up and headed out to the balcony, opting to rest his crossed arms against the upper railing as he soaked himself into the sun light that shun down onto him, the heat was almost boiling hot but that just meant that Jason was ready to take his jacket off and strip down to nothing but a buttoned down shirt, placing the jacket down on the upper railing of the balcony.

A smile grew on his face, continuing to look out at the city of Canton.

For once in his life, there was happiness.

Pure happiness.

MAVERICK: Isn’t it beautiful?

Gesturing his hand along the view in front of him.

MAVERICK: How the sun just shines so brightly and you see the world in a more positive way than just the dull and miserable shit you’d see on the news? That’s the kind of life that I live, I sit out here and enjoy life. I sit here and I soak in life as a whole, I’m having the time of my fucking life, I’m having the best days ever experienced in my twenty-three years. I’ve got Savannah by my side, which you might have seen already or you’re just about to see-- whichever fucking management does with this tape when I send it in to them.

A chuckle came from under his breath.

MAVERICK: But the whole point of being here, talking to you all, is because I’ve got some shit to say. I’ve noticed a few things around here, and it’s made me wonder what the fuck is going on around here, it’s made me wonder about what the fuck needs to be done around here. I felt as if the people in charge doesn’t seem to know what the fuck to do with me. It’s been eating away at me for quite some time now and it’s become more noticeable since last week. After the brutal performance I put out there on AJ Jenknyx, you’d think that I’d be at least gifted with a chance, gifted with more opportunities, gifted with the rights to be capturing something of value. The problem here is that I am not… I’m not going for anything right now, shit, they didn’t even fucking book me this week. That right there… That was the head scratcher. That’s what made me think to myself “what the fuck are they even doing?” and it became clear that AJ Jenknyx is something that Livewire holds more value over than someone like me when they booked him and not myself. They didn’t bother to have The King on their show.

There was a sigh of concern, it became clear what Livewire thought of their best talent to date.

MAVERICK: I shouldn’t be complaining, I really shouldn’t… but this whole charade of “AJ Jenknyx is one step closer to the Livewire Championship, if he wins he’ll have a chance to face for the title” is quite bullshit if you ask me. Where was my second chance at the title? Where was my moment to have the Livewire Championship? Why didn’t you reward me but continue to be so keen on AJ? If it’s out of pity for the man, I’d suggest you’d stop right fucking now. Why give someone who has no talent the opportunity and the confidence boost to continue to thrive on this roster. There’s nothing that he can do and if… and I truly mean if that man gets a title shot… Liz Karlson would drop that bastard on his neck and make sure he’ll never be seen again, much like how he should’ve never been seen again last year when I first encountered AJ Jenknyx.

If Jason could roll his eyes any harder, they’d roll right out of his head.

MAVERICK: Think about it this way, everyone. You’ve got one of the best of the best on this fucking roster you have full of developmental people, and I’m not even the only one because there’s plenty of them around, but the fact that I’m here and not anywhere else until now is fucking disgusting. The fact that you thought that putting me against AJ was some way of making a comeback was vile, because I really didn’t want to beat up the dyslexic autist for fun, I’d rather have competition in my matches and he just wasn’t it. Was that crossing the line? To some, it might have been, even going as far as saying that if I typed that line out on Twitter, I’d be banned on fucking sight.

Tapping on the side of his head, to his temple area.

MAVERICK: But that’s just me, that’s what I do. I don’t give people pity because they don’t know how to break out of their own shell and listen to other people’s advices, so I did what I had to do, and that was to beat the fucking shit out of AJ. Is this a return to form? Fuck no, absolutely not, it’s far from it. Last week proved nothing to be a return to form. Last week proved that once again, AJ was-- and is-- always going to be my fucking bitch. Which brings me to what’s next for me. What’s next for The King? What does he have in mind? What could there possibly be for him? I’m sure you’re all aware of that, there’s Conviction, and there’s a much larger scale for me to take and to use to my own advantage and to what I have planned out in my head.

Jason fixes his posture to stand up right, placing his hands in his pockets as he slowly turns his head to look towards the camera.

MAVERICK: See, my goal here in OATH Pro Wrestling when I came here was one thing. One fucking thing. To gain it as my own. My entire life, my entire legacy, everything about my career… it’s always been based around the fact that I’ve continued to gain kingdoms, gain places to call my own, reign as the top dog. I’ve done that to every single place I’ve been in, when you look in other companies that I’m apart of, I’m their best talent- their best roster member- I’m the guy that’s probably beating the shit out of anyone for the sake of just having that chance, that moment to be the King of that company. I’ve been The King of islands, of continents, of the entire world. OATH Pro Wrestling gave me that spotlight and then I slipped when I had the chance, and it’s fine, we all slip up at some point, but what killed me was that I continued to slip and fall down the fucking ladder until I finally hit rock bottom. And when I hit rock bottom, I constantly asked myself “what the fuck am I even doing right now?” and the answer wasn’t as simple as I had wished it to be.

A long sigh.

MAVERICK: It was never going to be as easy as that… far from it, if you ask me. If I wanted to reign OATH as a kingdom like I had intended, I needed to change shit up and that is what I did. You saw that last week, but that’s not anywhere near what I am going to give into this, that’s not even a tenth of what is going to be changed around here. See, Livewire has always been-- in my eyes and probably a whole load of others-- the developmental brand and for me… that’s not who I am, I am not a fucking developmental talent, I am a god amongst men and people fucking fear me for who I am and what I can bring. Would it have been a little bit nicer to get something out of my time here on Livewire? Maybe, yeah. You could be right but honestly, if I did get my hands on that title, I’d be unstoppable. Un-fucking-touchable. Unfuckwithable. So, yeah, maybe that title isn’t worth it at the end. But you know what else there is?

Grinning from ear to ear as a small chuckle comes from his mouth, holding one finger up as he shakes it up and down.

MAVERICK: There is so much more that Conviction provides. The Tabula Rasa Championship. The Intrepid Championship. And lastly, the World Championship itself. There’s a selection I could go for. I could fight for the Tabula Rasa Championship, I’ve got a win due against that fat bastard of a champion y’all got there. I could fight for the Intrepid Championship, myself and Stephanie have some fine history together and I’m sure we’d have fun running it back in singles action this time around. And where do I even begin with the World Championship itself? I could be one of those fuckers that says “I deserve a right for this title, I deserve a chance at the World Championship because I said so!” when in reality, all you’ve been doing is bending everyone over and licking right between their cracks to taste the hole right between. I don’t need to tell you that I’ve done enough to show you why I’m a contender for all of those championships, I let my own actions in the ring show you exactly what the fuck I am all about.

There was frustration in his voice, a bit of grit in his teeth, but able to calm himself down by taking a deep breath. The King slowly came back down from his heated ranting and back to his calm demeanor he began the vignette with.

MAVERICK: So this is it… my final appearance on Livewire for who knows how long at this point but oh believe me, I’ll still be around. To support my love, Savannah, and to watch over her and make sure nobody dares to fuck around with her. To make sure that she’ll be as successful as I was-- and shit-- even better than what I did on this fucking show. I’ll still be around, but for now, it’s time to be convicted and to let a new cellmate into the prison. Long has the name Maverick gone on here in OATH… from now on? Refer to me only as Jason Long, the man who’ll fucking kill anyone on Conviction until I am given and rewarded with what I am owed.

Jason smiled, leaning back against the upper railing and soaking in that good feeling in him, a feeling of everything finally coming off of his chest, a feeling of being free from the chains. Freedom just felt… amazing.

JASON LONG: Nicky Crawford, you do realise that dressing and looking like you’d either fuck kids for a living or beat your girlfriend behind closed doors is not the kind of “vibe” you want to pull, right? “I dress the way I dress because I can- it’s a vibe.” ...just...no. Stop. Please, for the love of fucking christ, seek professional help for you and your sister that doesn’t even fucking look like you to begin with. I digress though, because you seem so confident in this match coming up at Conviction, and you seem to be on a bit of a streak as of late- of course, using the momentum of someone who barely participated in your match is the kind of momentum you wouldn’t want to use against someone like me. Weak as fuck chance to even prepare for the fight of your god damn life.

The King would then scoff.

JASON LONG: A fight is what you’re looking for though, right? You said you’re not about actually speaking with your voice, it’s about what you bring to the ring, and if my memory brings me back… Livewire 12… I beat you. I beat you in the middle of the fucking ring. I whooped your fucking pasty white ass all over that ring like some bitch boy who is all that bark and no fucking bite. You know what you did then? You let your actions speak for you, and what did that do for you then, Nicky? Proved that you simply couldn’t lace my fucking boots if you tried. I don’t blame you, not a lot of people could, and you’re not gonna be the exception here mate. Far from it because what I did to you back in fucking October of last year is going to be the same as March of this year. You’re going to be buried six feet deep, and that’ll be courtesy of me, The King of OATH Pro Wrestling himself.

A loud crack is heard as Jason presses his knuckles into the palm of his hand.

JASON LONG: Nicky Crawford isn’t going to stop me, nobody that Conviction has is going to stop me, and when the time is right, I’m going to be holding one of those championships. I declare that to be the future, I make it a fucking decree that soon I’ll hold those championships. Matt Shields, Stephanie Matsuda, El Diablo Blanco… it’s good to see you, allow me to either introduce or reintroduce myself to you all.

A deep inhale, and then a deep exhale, closing his eyes as he does so and then soon opening them back up to stare right into the lens of the camera. Making sure that he’s staring right at the champions that are watching right now, and hell, even the entire Conviction roster themselves.

JASON LONG: My name is Jason Long. I am the man that has been running shit around here on Livewire for quite some time now and although recently that might not have been shown, I am not someone you’re going to take as a joke of sorts- I am not someone you’re going to overlook in any capacity, I am a real fucking deal and what I provide and bring is nothing more than conquering and declaring because I am The King of Professional Wreslting and I didn’t give myself that title for just being here and participating, I fought through tooth and nail to gain that name itself. From the peasant, to the prince, and all the way to the King. I am not someone that’s all about being wacky and zany like the rest of you weird fucking cunts on this brand- this roster even… I’m serious as anything, I don’t take bullshit for an answer and I don’t accept it in any form which is exactly what you’re going to notice from now on. No bullshit, no fucking around, just straight up fucking dominance. Power. Fame. Greed. I got them all. I am the physical embodiment of them all.

The King smiles from ear to ear.

JASON LONG: When they tell you to look up to someone, they tell you to look up to me and guess what, I’m only fucking twenty-three years old. Imagine that. Could anyone here say that about themselves? With a straight face, of course, and the proof to back up any of those claims? ...anyone? Exactly what I thought. See, this place needs a new leader, this roster- if not this company needs a new leader- someone who’ll stay in charge for the long running and show everyone exactly what they need to do. That is what a King does, he fucking leads and let me tell you something, I am going to lead OATH Pro Wrestling to the highest grounds it’s ever had it’s foot on. And this Sunday, I prove an example of leadership when I fucking murder that poor bastard in the ring. This isn’t a warning shot of any kind, this is a statement, this is a declaration, this is a King’s decree on what will be coming sooner rather than later. Conviction will be mine for the taking, OATH Pro Wrestling will be mine for the taking. Hell, it won’t just be mine… Jason Long and Savannah Sunshine, the rightful king and queen of OATH Pro Wrestling. Soon, everything will fall into place, and soon- it’ll be complete.

Soon, Savannah Sunshine walks into the shot and places herself around the right arm of The King, the view giving the shot of the sunlight shining down on them, as if the spotlight was all on them.

JASON LONG: Long may The King fucking reign. Long may I reign here in OATH Pro Wrestling. Long may we reign as the monarchs of this fucking company.

With one final smile on his face, Jason looks to Savannah as she looks right back at him with her bubbly smile before The King looks right back to the camera.

JASON LONG: All hail.

The King laughed, like the tyrant that he was as they both looked out to the view behind them with Jason using his arm to pull Savannah in closer and her head lea

SINGLES MATCH

AJ Jenkynx vs. Jenna Sharpe

The semi-main event was on deck with "Demons and Monsters" by 347aidan queuing up. “Fallen Saint” AJ Jenkynx didn’t exactly get a hero’s welcome but there were definitely pockets of The Citadel that were fans of his. He stalked to the ring, ready to prove that he deserved another shot at the Livewire Championship.

VALERIE: AJ Jenkynx desperately wants to be Livewire Champion but he needs to put together a series of victories before he finds himself back in the title picture.

O’NEIL: Jenna Sharpe has larger aspirations. She’s made it clear that she wants the Intrepid Championship. Now that Stephanie Matsuda holds it, Jenna seems even more motivated. It was Stephanie who took the Tabula Rasa Championship from her last year.

VALERIE: Revenge is a powerful motivator to be sure.

“Missile” by Dorothy hit and the fans went nuts for “The Canadian Wildcat” Jenna Sharpe. Kind of impossible not to get a good reaction when you are a Canadian… in Canada. Jenna marched to the ring with the intention of kicking some ass. It would be a little weird if she came to the ring with any other intention but HEY let’s get to it.

Jenkynx seemed a little reserved at first. He was well aware of Jenna’s technical prowess and he hunkered down to her level, careful not to let her catch him with a shoot in. She tried it anyway and tried to pick his leg but Jenkynx planted himself like a great oak and dropped an elbow onto the back of her neck.

O’NEIL: How does Jenna win this match Dandy?

VALERIE: I would think that she needs to chop down the tree but that will be tough. Mr. Jenkynx is a skilled striker up close.

The Fallen Saint sent the Wildcat into the ropes with an Irish whip and on her return she slipped through his legs and took him down with a chop block to the left leg. Jenkynx scrambled back up to his feet and mashed her in the mush with a shotei. Jenna was sent reeling into the corner and Jenkynx took a few steps across the ring.

With Jenna temporarily subdued in the corner, Jenkynx took off toward her and leaped into the air. He CRASHED into her with a leaping back elbow and then walked her out of the corner into a massive spinebuster that shook the ring. He covered.

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O’NEIL: A few more moves like that and Jenkynx just might have an argument for a Livewire Title shot.

VALERIE: He is a powerful individual. No doubt about it.

Jenna shot her arm off the mat but given Jenkynx’s weight advantage, it took a lot out of her. Jenkynx stood The Wildcat up and then he hit the ropes. Rebounding, Jenkynx flew at Jenna looking for a running big boot but she dropped down and picked his leg! Jenkynx was sent face first into the mat and Jenna started relentlessly stomping on the back of his left knee.

Not used to being on the receiving end of this kind of punishment, Jenkynx started crawling toward the ropes. Jenna stopped that shit by stomping down onto the back of his knee. She tried to apply a heel hook but Jenkynx kicked her backward into the ropes. Jenna rebounded, came back and drilled him in the face with a dropkick!

O’NEIL: AJ Jenkynx is on his heels. I did not expect this match to go this way.

VALERIE: He is cultivating energy. Storing it for future use.

O’NEIL: If that’s true then he may want to switch up his strategy.

Jenkynx fell back into the ropes and caught himself. Jenna rushed him with a knee to the midsection and then tried to throw him onto his back with a hip toss but he was too heavy. Jenkynx reversed it and planted Jenna with a hip toss of his own! Jenna scrambled back up to her feet but Jenkynx met her with a kick to the stomach and put her down with a suplex. He covered again.

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The Wildcat kicked out again but Jenkynx wasn’t about to let her get any momentum going. He trapped her in a chin lock in the hopes that she would fade some more. That hope was DASHED when Jenna caught him with an elbow to the midsection and a snapmare! She was much faster, that was pretty clear when she took off for the ropes and came back with a dropkick to Jenkynx’s lower back.

O’NEIL: Jenna is lightning quick right now. She really hasn’t missed a step.

VALERIE: She has been wrestling elsewhere.

O’NEIL: Nowhere else matters.

The Fallen Saint let out in pain but started to stand. He was in trouble if he stayed on the mat for any length of time. As he stood, Jenna hit the ropes and drove him face first into the canvas with a bulldog. Knowing that it wouldn’t be enough to keep the big bastard down, Jenna quickly transitioned into Cry About It (Calf Crusher)! Jenkynx had nowhere to go for the time being and The Wildcat earned her name, tearing at his knee ligaments with all of her might.

Jenkynx used his superior strength to push himself off of the canvas. He started walking on his hands to get to the ropes and all Jenna could do to stop him was to rip back on the hold as hard as she could. Jenkynx was close to the bottom rope when Jenna broke the hold, dashed in front of him and stomped on his hand!

O’NEIL: Vicious! Is this Jenna sending a message to Stephanie Matsuda?

VALERIE: This is her sending a message to AJ Jenkynx.

The fans popped at the viciousness of The Wildcat as she stomped on Jenkynx’s hand a few more times. He shoved her away and she spilled through the ropes, onto the apron! Jenkynx went to engage her but Jenna caught him with a gamengiri, slipped back into the ring and with Jenkynx facing away from her momentarily she dashed and took him down with another chop block to the targeted knee.

He did his best to try to hid it but the expression on Jenkynx’s face made it abundantly clear. Homie was hurting. He pulled himself up using the ropes but Jenna flew at him with Whine Cellar (Rolling Kneebar)! She positioned herself between him and the ropes. Jenkynx frantically looked for a way out but there wasn’t one to be had. Rather than risk serious injury, he tapped out.

CRYBABY: Here is your winner, “The Canadian Wildcat” Jenna Sharpe!

“Missile” by Dorothy cued up once again. Jenna got her hand raised but then asked for a microphone. She held up two fingers, signalling her second win in a row. The audience quieted, eager to hear what their country..woman (?) had to say.

JENNA: In case you didn’t catch it earlier Stephanie, I’m putting you on notice. Enjoy the Intrepid Championship while you can because I’m coming for it.

The music kicked up again and Jenna spiked the microphone into the canvas. She left the ring as the referee tended to Jenkynx and we cut to commercial.

“The Bean Kicked In” by Zack Fox blared obnoxiously loud in the background as we saw a figure stumble into frame, swinging around to reveal themselves as Livewire Champion Liz Karlson. Karlson, however, looked a bit different -- she was wearing a shitty t-shirt, a pair of ripped up jeans, and had what appeared to be black sharpie drawn all over her face, neck, and arms. She was about to speak, stumbling slightly, but she stalled herself out for a moment as she placed a nametag on herself that read ‘SHXTHXS’.

“SHXTHXS”: YO. YO! My name’s… my name’s SHXTHXS. It’s pronounced ‘SHITHOUSE’, because I’m serious fucking business! I’m a bad cunt! I’m really fuckin’ mean! And I’m gonna beat that dipshit cunt Liz Karlson half to death, because I’m not at all a fuckin’ caricature, I’m a serious fuckin’ competitor! That’s why I didn’t think my boy, Kasey Kash, had it handled last week! That’s why me and some other tatted up fuckin’ goons tried to interfere and stop the DTR Diamond from gettin’ what was hers!

Liz dabbed.

“SHXTHXS”: And, y’know, me and my manager, the Cocaine guy, we’re gonna be serious fuckin’ problems for that stupid idiot fucker moron bitch Liz Karlson! We’re gonna come, and we’re gonna steal her belt, and then we’re gonna steal her Witch’s Brew! Because we’re not just bitches, we’re vultures! We’re serious fuckin’ scavengers! Kasey beat her half to death last week, whatever, we’re just gonna show the whole fuckin’ world that we can’t beat a fresh bitch, especially when she’s only been here for a minute! Yeah, right Bert?!

There was no voice off screen, but Liz acted like there was.

“SHXTHXS”: YEAH! That’s what I’m talking about! That dude, he’s gonna have my back! He’s gonna do the same bitch shit that we did last week! He’s probably gonna fuck Liz over so that I can win, but I damn well will act like it’s a serious fuckin’ win! Hey, check this out!

Liz dabbed again, and does a sort of...fucking dance, I guess? She was probably drunk. She held her hands up.

“SHXTHXS”: BEER ME!

A Witch’s Brew soared in from left field. Liz caught it. She shotgunned it, and dropped it to the ground. She began wiping the marker smears off of her arms, and some of them came out, but a lot of it still stayed on. She stares dead into the camera.

KARLSON: Yeah, fuck that clown shit, though. Switchblade wants a shot, he’ll fuckin’ get it, but he’s not becoming champion at my expense. Kash, he earned my respect, whatever. The two of us really had it out, Kash took what I had to offer, and the dude is a fuckin’ legend. Can’t complain about him putting a real fight in. But Switchblade? SWITCHBLADE?!

Liz crushed the can beneath her feet.

KARLSON: Fuck Switchblade. Here’s the facts; I only didn’t flex my money because I’m still recovering from the whiplash of winning this belt. Honestly? I wasn’t sure if I was gonna put Kash down, and I did. This motherfucker, though, this wanna-be hard-punk bitch boi with the constitution of wet tissue paper -- he’s going down hard. I’m gonna ice this motherfucker. I’m gonna boot the shit out of him, and his goofy manager, too. You know why?

Liz pointed at her belt, and then at herself.

KARLSON: Because I’m the fuckin’ face of Livewire. I’m the serious fuckin’ queen of this shit. I’ve only been around for a month and a half, and I’ve taken over, I’ve sunk my fangs into this shit, and I’m not letting go. If you wanna get to the top? You’re gonna have to go through me. Once BitchBlade is out of the way, this is the fuckin’ LK Show, 24/7, week in and week-fucking-out. I’m the God of this television.

She pointed to the patch on her jacket.

KARLSON: DTR gave me the Divine Right to carry this fucking brand, to hold this shit in my hands, to keep moving on fuckin’ forward with it, and I damn well will. If Switchblade wants to get this belt, wants to take it outta my fuckin’ hands, then by all means -- he can damn well can try! But he’s gonna have to get ready to go home empty handed.

Because this is my world, and you fuckers are just living in it.

Liz gave the camera a middle finger, and then--

KARLSON: COME GET SOME!

We cut to black.

• MAIN EVENT •

OATH LIVEWIRE CHAMPIONSHIP

SINGLES MATCH

Switchblxde w/ Bert Cocaine vs. Liz Karlson ©

It was time for the main event so the crowd was feeling extra spicy. "Mercury" By Ghostemane kicked up and out came Switchblxde with Bert Cocaine in tow. The crowd just shit all over them. Any good will that he had garnered at the end of 2020 was clearly gone and had been for some time. The ever twitchy member of The Murk Squad came to the ring and made sure to insult a few members of the audience, let them know just what he thought of them. Bert looked as disinterested as ever, choosing to look at his phone rather than put on any kind of show. Baller move.

O’NEIL: It’s been a minute or two since Switch has held gold in OATH. His last great accomplishment was winning War Games but that was over two months ago.

VALERIE: The Murk Squad is an accomplishment! They are a brotherhood that has come together to take over Livewire!

O’NEIL: Hard to do without the title.

VALERIE: That will be rectified post haste!

"Things Left To Say" by Mal Blum hit and out came the DTR sponsored Livewire Champion. “The Brick Shithouse” Liz Karlson marched to the ring with a fair stumble in her stride. As seen earlier, she had been putting back the Witch’s Brews. Switch eyed the champion but she was more interested in showing off her DTR merchandise.

O’NEIL: The fans seem to be digging Karlson. That gutsy performance last week probably has a lot to do with it.

VALERIE: She is clearly a few saltines short of a caviar plate.

O’NEIL: Shut the fuck up.

Liz got in the ring, handed off the title and the match was set to begin. Switch tried to get the party started with his standard wild offense and it played -- for a little while. He collided with the champion and hit her with varied strikes and kicks. The champion did her best to cover up but as is often the case, fighting Switch is like fighting a running chainsaw.

Switch doubled the champion over with a stiff kick to them midsection and put her on the canvas with a spinning suplex. He went for a cover but the wily Karlson rolled onto her stomach to prevent that. Switch, irritated, got to his feet and fed the champion some shots to the spine before he hauled her up and sent her hard into the nearest corner. The Scum God tried to run up on Liz but she caught him in the face with a high boot and then shot out of the corner with a leaping forearm smash that put him on the canvas.

O’NEIL: I wouldn’t want to fight Switch. He’s so unpredictable and twitchy. You never know what that dude is going to do next.

VALERIE: I believe it was Sun Tzu who said “Keep ‘em guessin.”

Liz, still covered in self-applied Sharpie tattoos, mocked Switch by calling him a bitch and then flipped Bert off. Bert looked hurt. Karlson hefted Switch up off of the canvas and he threw a wild strike that she was able to slip through. Liz planted her feet behind Switch and then took him over with one hell of a German suplex. Switch spilled through the ropes and Liz looked happy as a clam to take this fight to the streets. The streets being the ringside area.

The Livewire Champion was through the ropes to the outside where she connected with a running knee to the side of Switch’s head. Bert made the mistake of standing too close and Liz head faked him, which caused him to take a few steps back, throwing his hands up. “Keep your hands where I can see ‘em!” Liz said before turning her attention back to the challenger. Switch met her with a running back elbow to the cheek. With the champion rocked, Switch took hold of her head, twisted her about and dropped her with a hangman’s neckbreaker on the outside.

VALERIE: Ah the trusty neckbreaker. A misnomer to be sure, but quite effective!

O’NEIL: Obviously he didn’t break her neck.

VALERIE: Yes but the intent was there!

Bert got in Liz’s face asking, “Who’s the bitch now?” as Switch started searching under the ring for a weapon. He found one in the form of a kendo stick. Liz started to stir so Bert backed off. She was up to all fours when Switch brought the kendo stick down across her spine! Ouch! Not satisfied, Switch smacked her a few more times with the kendo stick before he drew it across her throat and used it to choke her out. The champion was fading fast and The Citadel was not about it.

When it looked like The Brick Shithouse was down for the count, Switch peeled her off the ground. Switch tried to heft her off the ground but Liz came back to life and tried to punch his lunch out of his body. Switch was fighting to catch his breath when Liz grabbed the back of his head and introduced his face to the ring post. Switch teetered back, right into a belly to back suplex from the champion. Both of them lay sprawled on the outside and the referee could only look on. He half heartedly asked them to get back into the ring but he knew that it would fall on deaf ears.

VALERIE: I do not understand why Livewire referees get so impatient. They have it much easier than the referees on Conviction.

O’NEIL: They are the same referees.

VALERIE: They all look the same to me.

O’NEIL: Then why would you -- fuck it, nevermind.

Liz started to stand but she made the giant mistake of taking her eyes off of Bert. The sneaky prick was reaching into his pockets and The Citadel did their best to warn the champion but it was too late. Liz turned just in time for Bert to toss a cloud of POCKET SAND into her eyes! Switch, happy for the assist, applied a full nelson on the champ and took her over with a SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX on the floor!

The Citadel was booing the shit out of Switch but he didn’t care. I’d even go as far to say that he didn’t give a fuck. Switch dropped some elbows onto the prone champion’s dome and then pulled her off the floor. Switch sent her across the length of the apron toward the ring steps but Liz jumped over them at the last possible second. Switch tried to run up on her again but Liz dropkicked the stairs and sent them right into his knees. Switch landed on his face and the champion was back behind the wheel.

O’NEIL: Liz Karlson is quickly becoming a master of using her environment.

VALERIE: She has learned to mind her surroundings.

O’NEIL: Is that Batman Begins?

VALERIE: Sun Tzu again I’m afraid.

O’NEIL: IT IS FUCKING NOT!

Wiping the sand from her eyes, Liz tried to find Bert but he was hiding behind the apron. Liz went back to work on Switch, she lifted him up in a fireman’s carry and although it took some doing, she was able to toss him backward with Get Fucked! (Fireman’s Carry into a Samoan Drop) onto the displaced steel steps. Switch landed with a CRUNCH and The Citadel rejoiced.

Liz shoved Switch back into the ring and scanned the area for Bert. He was still hiding. With Liz looking to put the finishing touches on Switch, Bert pulled a walkie talkie out of his pocket and screamed “PLAN B ENGAGE! PLAN B ENGAGE! PLAN B ENGAGE!”. Didn’t take long for us to know what that meant, the rest of The Murk Squad came out onto the stage and rushed the ring. Conspicuous by his absence was Kasey Kash. Tyler Matthews, J.T.M., and Chance Williams were all coming to the ring so Liz had to act fast. She measured Switch and planted him with 3xF (Scorpio Rising) and quickly covered. The Murk Squad had all reached the ring as the referee started his count.

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..3!

CRYBABY: Here is your winner and STILL OATH Pro Wrestling Livewire Champion, “The Brick Shithouse” Liz Karlson!

"Things Left To Say" by Mal Blum played again and Karlson swiftly left the ring before The Murk Squad could do any damage. She collected her title and held it up high but The Murk Squad started to come after her. Karlson moved over to the timekeeper’s table and pulled out a case of Witch’s Brew!

VALERIE: Liz! This is not the time for partying!

O’NEIL: I’d say it’s the perfect time for a beer bash.

She opened a can for herself and started hucking other cans at The Murk Squad with her free hand! They were forced to stop their advance and Karlson hopped over the ring barrier. And disappeared into the crowd! All of the members of The Murk Squad looked mighty pissed as Livewire 22 came to an end.

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Results: • Kai D. Oh def. Curt Kornell

• Savannah Sunshine def. Silvio Aprile

• Ollie Linkoln def. Himari Hanzo • Azumi Goto def. El Caliente Loco • Jenna Sharpe def. AJ Jenkynx

• Liz Karlson def. Switchblxde; Still Livewire Champion