LIVEWIRE 3 RESULTS

Episode 3

August 9th, 2020

The Citadel in Toronto, Ontario

DARK MATCHES • JC Keeton def. Annie Lapalm by pinning her after hitting the Ode to the Outlaw.

SHIELDS: So then he says… The Aristocrats..

Matt Shields rounded one of the corners inside The Citadel, carrying what appeared to be a replica of the OATH World title over his shoulder. He leaned in, then shook his head and rolled his eyes.

SHIELDS: What do you mean that was disgusting? Bob Saget’s version of the joke is so much worse than mine.

He leaned in towards the title again almost like he was listening to the belt and carrying on a conversation with it.

SHIELDS: Yes, the guy from Full House. He’s a demented pervert. Not demented in the same way that bitch Bellamy is though. You have a world class wrestler stuck on your roster, and you don’t even know how to utilize him properly? I shouldn’t even be on this shit show, but here I wallow while people like FM Young and Erik Holland and that dumb bastard James Edwards and the blue haired chick that looks exactly like the other blue haired chick that isn’t even REALLY related to her, they’re all on the A show.

A sigh and another shake of the head was accompanied by an eye roll.

SHIELDS: Edwards couldn’t even keep on to his title. FM, I just plain don’t like her, and don’t even get me started on Erik Holland. That gigantic disappointing monster douche-wagon. I should have been in the Event Horizon Series, not him. I would not have wasted the opportunity, and I could have kept FM from running the table, winning this tournament and making for the most underwhelming main event ever.

Shields leaned back towards the title, nodded his head and started to say, yep. He said it a few times before he pulled his head back up.

SHIELDS: You are right, none of them deserve to be champion as much as I do.

As Shields and the belt continued to talk, a crew member came by with a box of the replica belts. Shields looked at the one on his shoulder, back at the box, his shoulder, the box, his shoulder, then he turned his head and put his hand up to his ear. He jerked his head back toward the replica belt on his shoulder, sneering and snarling before he threw it down on the floor.

SHIELDS: YOU LYING FUCKING WHORE!

Shields started stomping at the title, breaking bits and pieces off of it. He stopped stomping, picked it up and then slammed it back down on the ground, breaking off more of it. He kicked it over, looked down, unzipped his pants and gives the replica the full R Kelly treatment (out of frame of course).

SHIELDS: I can still hear my sweet golden baby calling to me. How dare you try and distract me you evil fucking cunt. You don’t even deserve to hear my rants. Not while that sweet precious title is crying out in pain. Another night of being tossed in a chair and being forced to see the hideousness of Reo Ojima’s naked ass. She is begging me to save her. Right now she’s hoping Josie can pull off a miracle tomorrow night. At least seeing her naked ass would be a nice sight. Really though, she just wants daddy.

He looked down, took a breath and shook his head.

SHIELDS: Daddy can’t save his sweet golden babe yet though. I am stuck on this show facing nobodies. I’m not getting to prove myself, and they won’t even let me enjoy myself. They could at least give me a table match, first blood, I quit, bull rope. If they want to keep feeding me nobodies, at least let me play with my damn food first. I would prefer competition, but I’ll take carnage. You get me?

He looked down at the broken piss stained replica belt and just shook his head.

SHIELDS: Like I’m gonna listen to a lying disgusting pig whore bitch like you anyway.

He spit on the fake title, then walked off in disgust.

SINGLES MATCH El Caliente Loco vs. Matt Shields

The first match of the evening wasn’t much of one. Perennial jerk Matt Shields attacked El Caliente Loco on the latter’s walk to the ring. Shields sent Loco into the ring and then demanded that the referee call for the bell. The referee checked on Loco and Loco said he was alright. Which was true, at that time.

O’NEIL: This poor kid…

VALERIE: Hey! He wanted this.

O’NEIL: He sure did…

The bell rang and Loco charged at Shields only for Shields to lift him up in a tilt-a-whirl that he transitioned into a beautiful neckbreaker. Shields then stomped on Loco like the poor luchadore owed him money. Shields yanked Caliente up from the mat and then dropped him with a hangman’s neckbreaker.

Shields looked into the camera and screamed “ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT!” before he turned his attention back to Loco. Loco tried to pull himself up using the ropes but Shields was right on him. “The Hellhound” collected Loco and then attempted some murder by decapitation when he smashed Loco with Frailty (Ripcord Elbow).

VALERIE: This is a great lesson for El Caliente Loco.

O’NEIL: What is the lesson?

VALERIE: He should retire.

Loco was probably dead as Shields gathered him up and planted him with Hellhound's Bite (Gory Neckbreaker). Shields put a boot on Loco’s chest and then demanded that the referee count the three. Which he did. The referee called for the bell and Shields barely let the zebra raise his hand.

Winner: Matt Shields

Shields’ music didn’t kick up because someone new was on the apron. Scribbles waited for Shields to turn and then he hit a springboard into the ring, hitting Shields with a missile dropkick! The Citadel exploded as Scribbles mounted Shields and started pounding on him.

VALERIE: Scribbles! Do you want to die today? What are you doing?

O’NEIL: Fighting back for all of the people that Shields has destroyed.

VALERIE: Ahoy!

“The Hellhound” shoved Scribbles away and got up to his feet. Scribbles rushed Shields but Shields grabbed him by the throat! Loco was up and he rushed Shields but Shields grabbed him by the throat too. Shields snarled and lifted both men up with each hand and then smashed them together in an impressive feat of strength.

O’NEIL: How the hell did he manage that?

VALERIE: It appears that both Loco and Scribbles need to hit the gym. Or eat a sandwich.

Shields looks to do more damage but the referee intervened. Shields backed off for a moment and then cold cocked the referee, dropping him with one punch. Shields left the ring, more furious than when he arrived.

SINGLES MATCH Aaron Kincade vs. Tyler War

The next match saw two men that were on serious losing streaks go head to head as “The Assault Rifle” Aaron Kincade took on Tyler War. Both are arrogant jerks and The Citadel had no interest in cheering for either of them as they made their respective entrances. The referee looked over each competitor and then called for the bell.

Neither man wanted to leave their corner. Kincade just gestured for War to come to him and War responded by kicking his feet up on the top rope to lounge in his corner. This infuriated Kincade, who charged across the ring. Just as Kincade was about to reach the corner, War jumped over him and when Kincade turned War caught him with a leaping enziguiri.

O’NEIL: You have to believe that the loser of this match is not long for OATH. Neither has been able to do much since arriving here and Bellamy Parteabon is not known to suffer mediocrity for long.

VALERIE: That is why she makes such a fine leader. We love you Bellamy!

O’NEIL: You’re garbage.

VALERIE: How dare!

Kincade was rattled from that shot and War looked extremely pleased with himself. Kincade tried to rally back but War was ready for him. Following a succession of forearm shivers, War bundled Kincade up and dropped him with a t-bone suplex.

“The Assault Rifle” was out of bullets at this point. Truth be told, it seems like it wasn’t loaded to begin with. War smirked as he got Kincade up, applied a front chancery, and then lifted Kincade up with a stalling brainbuster! War held Kincade high for about fifteen seconds before he drilled Kincade into the canvas with the brainbuster. War made a lackadaisical cover but only got a two count.

O’NEIL: What is with Tyler War? Does he even give a shit about his OATH career?

VALERIE: I do not believe that he gives a shit about Aaron Kincade.

Undeterred, War stood up and grabbed a fistful of Kincade’s hair. War pointed at Kincade and mouthed the words “This guy? Really?”. Kincade swung at War but War easily evaded it. War then collected Kincade and planted him with Death Before Dishonor (Cradle Shock). War covered and held up his fingers, counting with the referee. With three fingers up, the match ended.

Winner: Tyler War

The scene opened in a darkened room. The only source of light came from half a dozen black and red taper candles. From out of the semi-darkness materialized a pale, tattooed face of a woman. The sides of her head were shaved and the hair on top of her head was black and green. As the rest of her came into the light the robe she was wearing becomes noticeable.

At her waist sat what appeared to be an altar. Sitting on the altar was a bowl of water, a smaller bowl that has what can assume to be salt in it, a couple of opaque bottles, and a ritualistic dagger. Everything was meticulously arranged, set in its place for easy access. They are set for muscle memory, so the woman, presumably, could reach out and pick up whatever she wanted without looking.

WOMAN: Are you ready to begin, Jamie?

JAMIE: I am.

Emerging from the darkness across from the tattooed woman came, at least to OATH viewers, the somewhat more familiar face of Jamie Emmerson. She, too, was dressed in a black ceremonial robe; her hair bordered her face like thin, black curtains and her hands rested on the altar as she awaited the instructions of her colleague. The way Jamie composed herself in this woman’s presence said enough that Jamie saw herself as beneath her. Not so much subservient, but as a teacher. Someone more experienced than her.

WOMAN: Good. You have reached the phase in your education that you have earned induction to an order older than our country. One that, until now, has been comprised of blood family. We were persecuted, tortured, murdered for our beliefs and practices. Some have been benign. Others, not so much. This is both a great honor and huge step. This ritual, and membership, is not to be taken lightly or done on a whim.

The tattooed woman reached down, without breaking eye contact with Jamie, and dipped her fingers in the water..

WOMAN: Do you willing, and wantingly, seek admittance into the Good Coven?

JAMIE: I do, High Priestess.

Jamie said softly with respect in her tone as she bowed her head obediently; her hands brought up in prayer. The young girl awaited further instruction by her teacher. The woman grinned and she flicked her fingers at Jamie, spraying her with the water on her fingers.

WOMAN: Do you swear to hold the beliefs and tenets sacred?

Jamie lifted her head to the other witch, closing her eyes as the pattern was drawn across her forehead. Her shoulders visibly relaxed as her hands came apart, palms turned up.

JAMIE: I swear, Priestess. I will hold sacred, all tenets and beliefs.

The woman nodded and reached out, taking a pinch of the salt. She tossed it into the air and let it fall over Jamie.

WOMAN: Do you swear to keep the secrets you shall learn? The knowledge you will have must stay in the coven.

Jamie didn't flinch, even as the salt landed across her face and shoulders.

JAMIE: I swear, Priestess. I will keep safe the secrets of the coven.

This time the woman picked up the dagger. She held the point to the jugular notch at the base of Jamie’s neck.

WOMAN: Do you put your full faith and trust in myself and coven?

Still, Jamie remained completely calm; not even opening her eyes as the tip of the dagger touched her throat.

JAMIE: I swear, Priestess. The High Priestess and the coven have my full faith and trust. Forever.

The woman removed the dagger and placed it back on the altar. She picked up one of the bottles. She placed her finger over the top of the bottle. She flipped it upside down and then back right side up. She placed it back on the spot she removed it from on the altar. She placed her finger on Jamie’s forehead and drew a star pattern. The design shined in the candle light, showing it was some form of liquid, probably oil, in the bottle.

WOMAN: Then, I anoint you with this sacred oil and grant you the rank of neophyte. Your training shall now truly begin. Welcome home.

In one swift camera cut, the angle switched to right in front of Jamie Emmerson’s eyes as they snapped wide open. The camera started to pan back revealing the young woman, now suddenly in the OATH locker room area, garbbed in her full ring and entrance gear. In her hand was that little black coffin she was seen carrying during her debut match. The locker room was dimly lit and there was only a faint light as if the source is more candles, placed around her. Her hand brushed gently over the surface of the coffin in her hand; her words come out slow and meticulous.

JAMIE: AJ Jenkynx. The Sinner of Violence, as you so like to be called. We spoke briefly, ever so briefly, but I feel we have more ground to cover. I feel like, maybe, I left some of your questions unanswered; my intentions unclear. You asked do I believe there are sinners. You asked do I believe in seven deadly sins. Broken dreams. I do. I absolutely do, because you see, even as a new blood in this industry, my knowledge of sin and broken dreams far surpasses when I set out on my journey to prosper on my own. I am well aware of the sin and the suffering that has been bestowed, I dare say inflicted, upon those who came before me.

Her brow furrowed as a thought in her head appeared to bother her. Her grip on the coffin tightened and her fingers over the pentagram on the surface lingered, almost sadly.

JAMIE: You claim to have seen hell. Claim to have been there. A fallen Saint that cast away the light and accepted the darkness to achieve success. Retribution, however, comes for us all, AJ Jenkynx. We cannot escape our past. We cannot hide from it. If you truly were a Saint and...I’ll be honest...I doubt it, but let’s assume you are.

She lifted her attention from the box in her hand to stare right into the camera. The calmness was now replaced with hatred and contempt in her brown eyes.

JAMIE: Then it is, therefore, my responsibility to see you suffer for the crimes of which Saints and their followers are guilty of. Three centuries ago, Jenkynx, for over a year, my people which I share an ideology, were persecuted...tormented...burned...all in the name of one god and saints. It didn’t matter what they did. They healed the sick and still they were alienated and treated as monsters. People fear what they do not understand. They fear what does not conform. Their only solution, rather than attempt to understand, is to burn it out. Thirty...AJ Jenkynx. Remember that number. Thirty. Remember it, all of you. That is the number of men and women both who were found guilty of just wanting to live, worship and practice as they saw fit. All in the name of “saints!” They were accused to be agents of the fallen that you so claim to serve.

She paused, opening the coffin box in her hand and reached in. What she pulled out, shockingly enough, was a photograph of AJ Jenkynx himself: cleaned up, dressed in a fine black suit and tie with white shirt. Eyes closed. Hands folded across his chest. It looked very much like the man is in a coffin at his own funeral.

JAMIE: Tonight, AJ Jenkynx, in the name of those thirty poor souls….

With a flick of her wrist, she flipped the image around to show, on the back, was a ceremonial symbol drawn in a crimson ink. Wait...is that really ink? Or...is it blood?

JAMIE: ….I curse you!

Jamie sat there, staring hard and angrily into the camera as she held up that symbol while the shot fades out.

SINGLES MATCH Jamie Emmerson vs. AJ Jenkynx

The next contest saw “The Black Metal Witch” Jamie Emmerson make her televised debut as she took on “The Sinner” AJ Jenkynx. I guess you could call this one the spookiest match on the card tonight because both competitors have “dark” leanings -- to say the very least. Jenkynx was eliminated from the Wildcard Series last week so he was looking to come back from that but Emmerson cursed him so that probably wouldn’t help him any.

The match started with the pair trading strikes and Jenkynx got the upper hand with an arm wrench takedown. Jenkynx kept Emmerson on the mat with a standing arm wrench where he ground his knee into Emmerson’s left shoulder blade. Emmerson was able to stand, plant her right palm on the mat, and flip forward to reverse the wrench. Emmerson broke Jenkynx grip with a boot to his midsection and then she created some separation with a well placed dropkick to Jenkynx’s chest.

VALERIE: I am not exactly up to date on my occult knowledge. What did Emmerson do earlier?

O’NEIL: She cursed him.

VALERIE: So what does that mean?

O’NEIL: He’s cursed.

VALERIE: But what does it mean?

O’NEIL: Dude I really don’t know okay?

“The Sinner” tried to come back at Emmerson with a clothesline but she slipped through, hit the ropes and blasted him with one of her own. Jenkynx’s size advantage was his friend here as he did not go down. Emmerson decided that she’d try it again so she hit the ropes and hit him with another. Still, Jenkynx did not go down. Emmerson went for a third running clothesline but Jenkynx took her up and over with a back body drop.

Jenkynx put the boots to Emmerson for some time before he sent her into the ropes and dropped her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Jenkynx covered but only got a two count. Jenkynx kept Emmerson subdued with a series of strikes to the dome and then he ascended to the top rope. Jenkynx came off with a 630 senton but Emmerson rolled out of the way.

VALERIE: That move was unadvisable.

O’NEIL: Jenkynx is flashy. Sometimes it pays off.

VALERIE: This was evidently not one of those times.

O’NEIL: Clearly.

Having landed on the canvas with a thud, Jenkynx was definitely hurting. Who wouldn’t? Jenkynx tried to get up but Emmerson put him back down with Athame (Hooking Superkick from behind). Jenkynx fell to the side and found himself hanging on the middle rope facing the crowd. Emmerson ran in, caught Jenkynx around the waist and threw her body up until her legs rebounded off of the top rope. Emmerson’s feet touched down again and she followed through with her momentum, jerking them back into a German suplex. Toil & Trouble! Emmerson made the cover and nearly got the three. But not quite.

Jenkynx was in trouble and Emmerson just stood over him. She cocked her head to the side ala one Michael Myers and then collected “The Sinner”. Jenkynx was standing when Emmerson hit him with a series of kicks to either knee. Jenkynx dropped to a knee and Emmerson hit the ropes. She came running back and went for a shining wizard but Jenkynx caught her, stood up, and drilled her into the mat with a powerbomb! Jenkynx covered but only got a two count.

O’NEIL: We could be about to see Jenkynx get his career back on track.

VALERIE: It seems that the curse did not effect “The Sinner”.

Knowing that he had to pull out something huge, Jenkynx got Emmerson up and sat her on the top rope. Jenkynx then put some space between himself and Emmerson. Jenkynx charged in at her but his face mett Emmerson’s boot. “The Black Metal Witch” stood on the top rope and then leaped off with Thessalian Crescent (Diving Corkscrew Cutter). Emmerson covered and secured the three count.

Winner: Jamie Emmerson

"Santana Medley" by Type O Negative cued up and “The Black Metal Witch” got her hand raised. Her celebration was short lived because two people had jumped the barricade and entered the ring! Eddie Kobain and Kurt Cornell both hit Emmerson from behind, knocking her down. Ultramega UK stomped the shit out of Emmerson and The Citadel was not happy about it.

O’NEIL: What are these two morons doing here?

VALERIE: It appears that they want us to remember that they exist.

O’NEIL: But I just finally forgot about them.

Kobain climbed to the top rope and Kornell set Emmerson up in a razor’s edge. Before Ultramega UK could hit Emmerson with Riot Duality (Razor’s Edge [Kobain] & Blockbuster [Kornell]), Jenkynx charged and knocked Kobain off the top rope. Kobain fell, hit the apron and then landed on the floor. Kornell saw this and put Emmerson down, fleeing the ring.

VALERIE: It seems that the curse has made Jenkynx a slave to Emmerson.

O’NEIL: I don’t think that is the case.

VALERIE: Then what does it do?

As Jenkynx gestured for Ultramega UK to get back into the ring, Kornell got a microphone and regrouped with his partner Kobain. Emmerson slowly started to stand as Kornell begain speaking.

KORNELL: Oi! Don’t take it personal love. We just wanted to remind every numpty in OATH that Ultramega UK is a team to be feared. Only reason we attacked you was because you won! Don’t be cross with us, it weren’t personal!

Emmerson just glared at them as Jenkynx continued to yell at them to enter the ring. Kobain took the microphone from his partner as they backed up the ramp.

KOBAIN: Oi AJ! You shouldn’t have gotten involved mate. We had no issue with you but now we do. You should have just left and gone to the back to lick your wounds but now yer in it mate. Next week, why don’t you and the Sandford sister there team up and take us on. You’ll lose again but I’m sure yer used to it now, yeah? See ya next week tossers.

We saw Viola Mancini making her way backstage and she has Janica Jayden behind her with a pool cue in hand. Mancini spotted the official for their match, and stopped him.

MANCINI: You there. I need to have a word with you...

She said, pulling him aside as Jayden gave him an intimidating look while Mancini spoke.

MANCINI: You're not a fan of those loud Sharpe cousins, are you? They're very obnoxious, and need to be silenced...

She said, before discreetly pulling out a decent sized wad of twenty dollar bills, placing it in his hand.

MANCINI: Now, whatever happens out there tonight. You don't see anything, you don't know anything. Understand? And if you somehow do, Janica will happily educate you.

She said, as Janica nodded. The former biker gripped the cue to make sure that the ref understood exactly what would happen if he were to disobey.

MANCINI: Have I made myself clear?

She said, glaring at him and the official nodded nervously.

MANCINI: Good. Now, have a pleasant evening...

She said, as the two of them walked away, ready to cause some damage to The Runaways.

Draped in the Canadian Flag per usual, The Runaways, Switchblxde and Rocco Sharpe, walked out to "Liquid Swords" by GZA as per usual, ready for this week's match. Bert Cocaine, their manager, had a box in his hand for some reason. It was a well crafted, finely cut, wooden box. It looked expensive. Kind of unusual for Rocco and Switchblxde. The Runaways had microphones in their hands. Clearly they had something to say.

SWITCHBLXDE: Hold up, cut the damn music.

Yeah, there it is.

ROCCO: We been whoopin' these enhancement talents for weeks now. We're undefeated and we plan to stay undefeated, just like our cuz Jenna on Conviction. You know, the Tabula Rasa Champion?

The crowd cheered at the mention of Jenna, but boo'ed at everything else.

SWITCHBLXDE: See, we ain't no young up and comers. We're legacies. Our grandfather was a pioneer of Canadian wrestling. Our fathers were champions. And the fact is… We're not gonna wait for OATH to wise up and give us our shot at the belts we know we're gonna get eventually.

The crowd booed. Someone even threw a beer at them, but Bert caught it and immediately began chugging it down. Rocco and Switchblxde laughed at this fan's failed attempt to douse them in alcohol.

ROCCO: See, Canadian wrestling wouldn't be what it is today without the Sharpes. Some time ago, Edmonton, our grandfather, created Calgary Wrestling Association. If you were anybody in the whole country, you showed up. Our dads were tag team champions there. And we still have the belts.

After quickly drinking and disposing of the beer, Bert Cocaine reached over and opened the wooden box, to reveal the original Calgary Wrestling Association Tag Team Championship belts. Rocco and Switchblxde reached and grabbed the belts, holding them up in the air to a chorus of boos.

SWITCHBLXDE: And since we're fuckin' up this whole game, makin' every day a match you don't expect...we're gonna make this the first defense of the CWA Tag Team Titles… in 25 years. Ya'll want it?

The crowd booed louder at the cocky young men.

THE RUNAWAYS: Well we don't give a fuck what you want!

They tossed the mics and resumed their walk to the ring with manager Bert Cocaine, belts over their shoulders as they head to their match.

CWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP TAG TEAM MATCH Mancini Syndicate vs. The Runaways

The referee collected the CWA Tag Team Titles from Bert Cocaine and it was official; this match would be for the Calgary Wrestling Alliance Tag Team Championship. Whether these titles would be minted as actual an OATH sanctioned championship remained to be seen but they would be contested in this match. With The Runaways already in the ring, Viola Mancini and Janica Jayden, Mancini Syndicate made their way to the ring.

The referee showed both titles to each team and then called for the bell. Mancini shot a glare at the referee and pointed to his left pocket, where one of the bills that Mancini gave him earlier was poking out. The referee frantically shoved the bill down into his pocket and then gestured for the match to begin. On the outside of the ring, Cocaine noticed this and did not look pleased.

O’NEIL: How in the fuck is this guy allowed to ref this match? We saw him take a bribe!

VALERIE: It seems that Bellamy Parteabon did not see that. Or she simply does not care.

O’NEIL: Absurd!

Jayden and Switchblxde started the contest for their respective teams. The two competitors charged at each other and started laying into one another with rights and lefts. Neither got the upperhand immediately but the fans were loving this wild brawl. Switchblxde was able to hit Jayden with a headbutt and he hit her with a series of quick jabs to the kidneys before he took her over with a snapmare that he followed up with a hard soccer kick to the spine.

Switchblxde made the tag to his cousin Rocco and then he lifted Jayden up with a wheelbarrow suplex. Rocco entered the right and caught Jayden with a cutter to complete the double team. Rocco made the cover and Switchblxde stood guard as the referee counted. Mancini didn’t feel it pertinent to enter the ring to break up the count because the referee counted very slowly. Jayden was able to kick out and both Sharpes got in the referee’s face. Cocaine jumped up on the apron to protest.

O’NEIL: How the hell can The Runaways hope to win this match? Talk about a stacked deck!

VALERIE: The Syndicate is going to be leaving The Citadel with those CWA Tag Team Titles. This will be the shortest reign in those titles’ storied history. Pretty amusing.

O’NEIL: Pretty bullshit if you ask me. I don’t love the Sharpes but this is ridiculous.

With the referee distracted, Cosa Nostra hopped the barricade and pulled Switchblxde from the ring! Tony Satriale and Silvio Aprile started beating Switchblxde down but Cocaine saw it and went after them! Not one to fight (normally) Cocaine armed himself with the elegant box that once housed the CWA Tag Team Titles and he smashed Satriale in the back of the head with it! Aprile tried to advance on Cocaine but Cocaine broke the box over his head! Cosa Nostra was neutralized.

In the ring Jayden made the tag to Mancini and the two were putting the boots to Rocco. Rocco tried to fight up but the combined force of the Syndicate was too much. Jayden sent Rocco into a corner and followed that up with a Yakuza Kick. Mancini followed that up with a running clothesline into the corner and then she put Rocco on the mat with a bulldog! Mancini covered and the referee started counting quickly but Switchblxde entered the ring and broke up the count with a boot to the back of Mancini’s head to break up the fall.

O’NEIL: The Runaways are not going down without a fight!

VALERIE: It is my assumption that they may be wishing that they had left those titles at home.

O’NEIL: Yeah probably!

Switchblxde spit on the mat next to the referee and threatened him. Had he spit on the referee that would probably be a disqualification but he was smart enough not to do that. Switchblxde went back to his corner as Mancini mounted Rocco and started feeding him some shots. Mancini then stood up and kept Rocco grounded with some Garvin stomps before she made the tag to Janica.

Jayden entered the ring and Mancini got Rocco to his feet. Mancini set Rocco up and Jayden came off the top rope to complete their pendulum backbreaker and diving leg drop combination. Jayden made the cover and the referee started yet another fast count but Cocaine pulled the referee out of the ring! Switchblxde saw his opportunity and he shot into the ring. Switchblxde went right for Jayden and dropped her with The Nosejob (Double Knee Facebreaker)!

VALERIE: Get Bert Cocaine out of here! He can not put his hands on an official!

O’NEIL: I’d say that this zebra is fair game tonight.

Switchblxde jawjacked with Mancini, who was on the apron, for only a moment before he threw his body through the top and middle rope to spear her off of the apron! The two landed in a heap on the outside. Cocaine argued with the referee before the latter reentered the ring. Jayden was still reeling from The Nosejob and Rocco was back up.

On the outside of the ring Switchblxde and Mancini brawled back and forth. In the ring Rocco put Jayden down with a reverse suplex and then he climbed to the top rope. Cocaine cheered Rocco on as Rocco leaped from the top rope and came down on Jayden with Goat's Horns (Double Elbow Drop; Ram Jam)! Rocco covered and Mancini tried to get into the ring but Switchblxde held her back. The referee had no choice but to count. He counted slowly but eventually got to three.

Winners: Still CWA Tag Team Champions, The Runaways

Cosa Nostra were both back up and advancing on Cocaine. Rocco exited the ring and engaged them by himself as Switchblxde was occupied with Mancini. Cocaine collected the CWA Tag Team Titles but security flooded the ringside area to prevent the brawl from getting out of hand.

The cameras cut backstage where we saw a somewhat older, yet fairly buff gentleman holding up a pair of gloves and we then saw "Hands of Steel" herself Megan Coleman. She was dressed in her ring gear, throwing lefts and rights into the two gloves. The man took his left glove up high and Coleman did a leg kick into the glove. The man smiled and nodded at Coleman who had a look of pure focus across her face.

COLEMAN: I am feeling good Larry.

LARRY: You should kid because tonight it’s another night where you walk out victorious.

COLEMAN: I sure hope so.

LARRY: HEY! I don’t want to hear that kind of talk. No self doubt you hear me?

COLEMAN: Larry look you have been my head trainer since well I broke into mixed martial arts but we both know unlucky days can happen.

LARRY: Kid of course I know that but you can’t even be thinking about unlucky crap. In fact as of right now YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN LUCK!

Coleman kind of looked around to see if her trainer's shouting caused anyone to take extra notice of them.

COLEMAN: I don’t?

LARRY: NO! Damn it you are Meg “Hands of Steel” Coleman you need to believe that if you wanted to make damned lightning shoot from that left hand you could.

COLEMAN: Larry are you okay?

LARRY: Of course I’m okay kid I am just excited.

COLEMAN: Well I’m glad you are.

LARRY: And, you're not?

COLEMAN: I dunno I just have a weird feeling about tonight.

LARRY: Alright then….

Larry banged his gloves together then holds his hands up again.

LARRY: Right cross!

Coleman nodded and did as he said.

LARRY: Last week you beat a woman in record time and I was so damned proud.

COLEMAN: Yeah but…

LARRY: AH YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH THAT WORD! RIGHT CROSS!

COLEMAN: Fine…

Coleman hit the bag with a right cross very hard and you coule see Larry wince in pain.

LARRY: That’s the spirit now damn it you are “Hands of Steel” I do not care what anyone has said. Tonight when you get in that ring you do what you always do and DESTROY!

COLEMAN: Because inside that ring I am a destroyer.

LARRY: That’s right!

COLEMAN: I can cripple people if I want.

LARRY: You can!

COLEMAN: I am going to win.

LARRY: YES!

COLEMAN: Alright my opponent is in trouble.

LARRY: You better believe he is!

Coleman went back to her pre workouts with her trainer with a smile across her face as the cameras cut out.

WILDCARD SERIES: SEMI-FINAL SINGLES MATCH El Diablo Blanco vs. Meg Coleman

Meg “Hands of Steel” Coleman was out first and she wasted no time getting to the ring. Once up the ring steps and through the ropes Coleman immediately started shadow boxing. She got a decent reaction from the fans in The Citadel but the real pop came when "The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?)" by Ylvis kicked up and the leader of Diablo Nation walked out onto the stage. The Citadel was chanting “DI-A-BLO” as El Diablo Blanco walked to the ring. The shot cut back to Coleman and she looked less than pleased with her opponent’s hero’s welcome.

VALERIE: I do not understand The Citadel’s infatuation with El Diablo Blanco. This man clearly needs more training.

O’NEIL: He won his match last week and now he has a chance to earn a spot in the finals of the Wildcard Series. They like him because they are all citizens of Diablo Nation.

VALERIE: I have been told that Diablo Nation’s GDP is less than bus fare in Toronto.

El D entered the ring and the referee called for the bell. Coleman exploded out of her corner and looked for a superwoman punch, the same strike that got her an instant knockout victory last week, but El D had the ring awareness to do a sloppy front roll and evade the attack. Coleman seemed mystified by the backyard luchadore’s agility but she shook it off and looked to go back on the attack.

Coleman went for a straight right hand but El D slipped through into a collar and elbow lock up. Coleman forced El D down into a headlock but he sent her into the ropes and then took her over with an arm drag. The Citadel exploded for El D as he brushed off his shoulder. Coleman was doing her best to stay composed but El D was clearly getting to her.

O’NEIL: El D is getting in the head of Coleman but I don’t know that it’s intentional.

VALERIE: I do not believe that he has the mental capacity to participate in mind games.

O’NEIL: How dare you!

The two locked up again but this time Coleman broke the hold and delivered a sharp series of jabs to El D’s midsection. Coleman then hit the ropes and came darting toward El D but he took her down with another arm drag! Coleman was sent across the ring and slid under the bottom rope to the outside. El D started playing to the fans in The Citadel as Coleman caught herself on the guard rail.

El D started jogging on the spot and he pointed to Coleman on the outside. The Backyard Luchadore hit the ropes and sprinted toward Coleman. El D went for a suicide dive but speed was not on his side and Coleman was able to blast him with a high roundhouse to the crown of his head. Coleman slipped into the ring and hit El D with a running high knee to the chin. El D dropped and Coleman was right there to cover for a two count.

VALERIE: Ms. Coleman is an absolutely lethal striker. We saw that last week when she was victorious via knockout in mere seconds!

O’NEIL: Yeah I’m told that was an OATH record.

VALERIE: An excellent accolade to have on one’s resume.

Coleman mounted El D and started hitting him with a vicious series of strikes to the face. The referee started his five count to stop the illegal strikes and at the count of four Coleman looked to transition into an arm bar. Not someone who is known for his mat wrestling prowess, El D rolled backward and turned the arm bar into a pin that caused The Citadel to erupt in cheers. The fans in Toronto counted along with the referee but Coleman was able to kick out at two.

The two were back up and Coleman hit El D with a strong European uppercut that sent him sailing back into the nearest corner. Coleman looked to follow that up with yet another running high knee but El D moved and she collided with the top turnbuckle. El D darted forward, spun Coleman around, and then lifted her up for a powerbomb. Coleman struggled, pounding on the top of El D’s head but he was able to survive the onslaught and planted her into the canvas with a powerbomb. A matchbook cover resulted in a two count for the leader of Diablo Nation.

VALERIE: My word he almost won. How is this possible?

O’NEIL: Heart. It’s all heart.

VALERIE: Ahoy!

O’NEIL: Why do you keep saying that?

VALERIE: Trying some new things out. Please do not acknowledge.

El D got Coleman up to her feet and he whipped her into the ropes. On her return El D planted Coleman with a spinebuster for all of his Little Diablitos. The Citadel knew what was coming as El D had Coleman in position for the Backyard Elbow! El D hit the ropes, came back, hopped over Coleman, hit the opposing ropes but when he came back Coleman kipped up, hit the ropes herself and cracked him with the Superwoman Punch! El D crumbled to the mat and before Coleman could pounce on him to finish him off, the referee called for the bell. El D could not defend himself any longer.

Winner: Meg Coleman; advances to the Wildcard Series Finals

"Cold Blooded" by Zayde Wolfe cued up and Coleman had her hand raised. She looked elated not only because of the victory but because she scored her second knockout in as many weeks. Coleman took a moment to look down at El D before she left the ring.

VALERIE: Ms. Coleman is our first finalist! Who will she face next week; Qiyanna Marshal or Minoru Tanahashi?

O’NEIL: We’ll find out in tonights main event but for now it’s all about Meg Coleman.

VALERIE: Perhaps Mr. Blanco will seek out further training. This was quite the missed opportunity for him.

Coleman had reached the top of the ramp when another figure came through the curtain. Fresh off signing his contract following a victory in his dark tryout match Keeton stood before Coleman. Ready for a fight, Coleman squared up but Keeton simply moved out of the way and let her go through the curtain unobstructed.

O’NEIL: JC Keeton is here. The newest OATH signee. From what I understand, he and El D are friends or at the very least, friendly.

VALERIE: Good. Mr. Keeton can come to the ring and collect this embarrassment. He performance tonight does not warrant any more time on our program.

The referee was checking on El D as Keeton came down the ramp and entered the ring. Keeton knelt down beside the referee to see how badly El D was hurt. The Leader of the Diablo Nation was responsive and he allowed the referee and Keeton to help him up to his feet.

VALERIE: Please get him out of here Mr. Keeton.

O’NEIL: You know that El D has to be devastated, he is fortunate to have a friend here to support him.

El D was being cheered by the fans in The Citadel for his efforts as the referee held him up. Keeton moved to hold the ropes open and El D let go of the referee. Moving gingerly toward the ropes, El D was surprised when Keeton hit him with Ode to the Outlaw (Leaping Leg Lariat) out of nowhere! El D was down again and The Citadel was furious. Keeton stood and stared down at El D at his feet as the scene ended.

In the hallways of The Citadel, a bit of singing could be heard. As OATH Interviewer Kendrick Bingham came around a corner, the camera caught sight of Minoru Tanahashi laying on an equipment crate, his legs dangling over the edge. He was clad in his pirate king ring gear, his jacket laid over his waist while a small bright pink Hello Kitty towel laid over his head as he sang.

MINORU: She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck

Thighs like what, what, what

Baby move your butt, butt, butt

I think I'll sing it again

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck

Thighs like what, what, what

All night long

Let me see that thong

I like it when the beat goes

Duh dun duh

Baby make your booty goooo- oh crap, that one hurt.

Minoru reached down to his ribs which appear to be heavily taped. He stopped singing, but his feet swung along to the beat. Bingham tapped Minoru on the shoulder and his feet stopped. Minoru raised up the towel and grimaced slightly. He tapped on his phone, removed his AirPods and went to get up, but then stopped and shook his head.

MINORU: Pull up a chair buddy, gonna do this interview right here.

Bingham shrugged, found a nearby chair and pulled it up close to the crate that Minoru was using as a makeshift bed.

BINGHAM: Well no need to ask how you’re feeling. The full roll of tape, and grimace as you tried to sit up are very telling.

MINORU: Your ribs would be taped up to if you were dropped thirty four feet through 5 tables right onto solid steel.

BINGHAM: Uh… That’s not exactly how I remember it happening, but it does pose the question, how do you compete with an injury like this? There’s very few ways to protect yourself. Everything you do could put a strain on your ribs and back.

Minoru took the towel, folded it up, laid it under his head and then tilted his head to look at Bingham.

MINORU: You compete by preparing. I do have an entire roll of tape over my ribs, along with a compression mesh under that. It won’t keep me from hurting, but it will do a lot to protect them. Training is the other thing. Every time I got in the ring this week. I would test myself. I would start running the ropes back and forth.

He made a back and forth motion with his finger.

MINORU: One, two.

Again he went back and forth showing one rep started and ended at the same tope.

MINORU: After the fifth cross, I would drop to my back, pop up, do another five and then drop to my stomach. Day one, I managed ten drop downs before I wanted to quit, and then made myself do ten more, front and back. Day two, I pushed myself to get in thirty total, and then forty, and then fifty. By the last day, I was able to walk out of the ring instead of crawling out of it.

BINGHAM: That sounds like you put yourself through a lot of pain. Are you sure you can even wrestle tonight? It barely looks like you can stand, let alone wrestle. Has all of your talk just been a big bluff?

Minoru smirked and gave a little chuckle.

MINORU: It’s possible… pig. I might be bluffing. It’s conceivable… you miserable vomitous mass, that I’m only lying her because I lack the strength to stand.

BINGHAM: WHOA! What the hell man? I’m here trying to do an interview and you say crap like that to me? I thought we were cool.

Minoru’s eyes went wide and he sat up, groaning a bit and clutching at his ribs.

MINORU: Wait wait, do you not know wonderful nineteen eighties movie, The Princess Bride? I was going to do the whole line, but perhaps I have the strength after all, thing. It was just a bit man.

BINGHAM: Uh, no I don’t. That movie came out before I was even born.

MINORU: It came out before I was born too, but it’s a damn classic, find it, watch it, love it, say the word Inconceivable like ninety seven times. I gotta go get ready, and if anyone has any doubt about the kind of shape I’m in.

Minoru chuckled again, stood up, puts his jacket on and then gave a whistle. About ten feet away, two crew members had a large slingshot with his mask in the basket. They pulled back as he starts to run, then they launched. He did a perfect cartwheel into a flip, caught his mask, and went down right into the superhero pose. He slipped the mask on, stood and started whistling to himself as he head off, the camera caught a shot of him clutching his ribs with both arms.

WILDCARD SERIES: SEMI-FINAL

SINGLES MATCH

Qiyanna Marshal vs. Minoru Tanahashi

The two circled each other. Tanahashi then turned his back to Marshal and went to walk away. Marshal took exception to this and she rushed him. Tanahashi turned before she could strike and put Marshal face first into the middle turnbuckle.

VALERIE: I have heard that you don’t turn your back on someone that you fear and or respect. Forget who said that.

O’NEIL: A pretty snake-like move if you ask me.

VALERIE: Ahoy!

“The Black Lion” paraded around the ring acting like he already had the match well in hand. Marshal felt differently and she sprang up to her feet. Tanahashi was too busy showboating to block the spear that turned him inside out.

Tanahashi was face down on the mat and honestly, he should have felt a great deal of embarrassment at this point. Hard to say if he felt that way at all because Marshal was dropping some serious boots on his neck and shoulders.

O’NEIL: Qiyanna Marshal has an excellent record in OATH. At six and two, she is in the conversation for title matches at any time but tonight she could silence the doubters outright and roll right into the finals to become the first Livewire Champion!

“The Blackhawk” was in complete control at this point, she had Tanahashi crawling like a wounded soldier in an effort to get to the ropes. He did, in fact, reach the sanctuary of the bottom rope and when Marshal rolled toward him he tossed back a stiff kick to her midsection, slid behind her on his knees, popped up and took her over with one of the nicest German suplexes that you’ve ever seen. Trust me, I know what you’ve seen.

VALERIE: Mr. Tanahashi has one victory in his proposed twenty eight match Path To Greatness. An ambitious plan to say the very least.

O’NEIL: That is a real understatement.

Poor Marshal was rattled at this point and if she saw Tanahashi parading around the ring yet again she would probably have been mighty pissed but she was face down on the mat. Tanahashi advanced on her and helped her up to her feet before he delivered a knee to her midsection that drove all of the air out of her lungs.

The audience was not super stoked on Tanahashi’s attitude thus far and they booed him pretty emphatically as he hit Marshal with a sudden succession of forearm shivers to the face. Marshal found herself hanging on the top rope with both arms when Tanahashi pulled her away and took her over with a snap suplex that saw him float into a cover. Like some kind of wrestling cloud. No rain today though because Marshal kicked out at two.

O’NEIL: I don’t know if Tanahashi really doesn’t respect Marshal or he’s just fucking with her.

VALERIE: I believe that it is a little bit of both.

Somewhat frustrated Tanahashi went for another quick pin but Marshal kicked out immediately and then put Tanahashi on the mat with a reverse neckbreaker. Tanahashi tried to get back up and attack yet again. Tanahashi charged at Marshal but she fell into the ropes and low bridged the top rope! Tanahashi spilled over the top rope with his lower back bouncing off of the apron.

“The Black Lion” quickly got back up but he was clearly feeling some pain in his lower back. He tried to get up on the apron but because he did so slowly, due to his apparent injury, Marshal was able to smash him with a superkick that took him back down to the floor. Marshal didn’t pander to the crowd like Tanahashi, she slipped through the ropes and went right after him.

O’NEIL: The Blackhawk is not letting Tanahashi put any distance between them. She can’t give him any time to formulate a plan.

VALERIE: What if this is part of his plan?

O’NEIL: Then it’s a pretty bad plan.

Tanahashi was back up and Marshal blasted him with a forearm smash to the face. Tanahashi tried to rally back and he darted at Marshal only for Marshal to send him face first into the ring post. Tanahashi staggered backward like a college student at midnight on St. Paddy’s and he found himself caught and dropped with a back suplex onto the ring apron.

In an attempt to put some distance between himself and Marshal, Tanahashi rolled under the ropes to the other side of the ring. Marshal was cognizant of the opportunity to put this match away at this point and she slid into the ring looking for a cover. Tanahashi rolled onto his stomach but he gave Marshal his back and she immediately started dropping double hand sledges on his injury. Tanahashi let out in pain.

VALERIE: The official might consider stopping this contest. Mr. Tanahashi is having great difficulty competing with that lower spine issue.

O’NEIL: He was cleared. He wasn’t about to give up an opportunity to continue his Path of Greatness.

VALERIE: If Ms. Marshal continues this relentless assault then he may not continue his career.

Marshal had a sadistic look on her face as she gathered Tanahashi up. Out of desperation Tanahashi sued for a lock up. The two grappled for a moment but Tanahashi willingly broke the hold. Tanahashi grasped at his lower back which had been a target of Marshal’s, furthering the injury from the attack he suffered at the hands of AJ Jenkynx last week. The referee intervened to check on Tanahashi and Tanahashi used that opportunity to hit a cheap shot to Marshal’s midsection.

“The Black Lion” caught Marshal with a palm strike to the face and then sent her reeling into the ropes with an enziguri. Marshal hit the ropes but exploded back with a spear that would have impaled a lesser competitor. Probably. Marshal quickly gathered Tanahashi up and went for The Blackfire (Double Underhook DDT) but Tanahashi slipped behind her and took her down with a school boy. Tanahashi held Marshal’s tights for added leverage and the referee couldn’t see it! Marshal squirmed and tried to kick out but Tanahashi got the three count.

Winner: Minoru Tanahashi; advances to Wildcard Series Finals

"Heat Seeker" by DREAMERS feat. grandson cued up and Tanahashi quickly fled the ring. The fans weren’t super stoked about the way that he won the match but the referee joined Tanahashi on the floor to raise his hand. Marshal was up to a knee, a look of pure disbelief on her face.

O’NEIL: Whatever it takes...I suppose. Tanahashi got one over on Marshal. He had to blatantly cheat to beat her but it worked.

VALERIE: He has an opportunity to make history. I say bully for Mr. Tanahashi.

Tanahashi backed up the ramp, smiling but periodically wincing due to the pain in his lower back. Once he reached the top of the ramp a figure came through the curtain and stood behind him.

VALERIE: Look who is here! Mr. Tanahashi is being joined on the ramp by his opponent for next week in the Wildcard Series Finals!

Meg Coleman stood behind Tanahashi with her arms crossed. Tanahashi could feel her presence and he slowly turned around. The two stood face to face but before anything could happen security intervened and the Livewire copyright insignia appeared to end the show.

Results: • JC Keeton def. Annie Lapalm

• Matt Shields def. El Caliente Loco

• Tyler War def. Aaron Kincade

• Jamie Emmerson def. AJ Jenkynx

• The Runaways def. Mancini Syndicate to retain the CWA Tag Team Titles

• Meg Coleman def. El Diablo Blanco; advances to Wildcard Series Finals

• Minoru Tanahashi def. Qiyanna Marshal; advances to Wildcard Series Finals