XIX Wrestling Presents: 100 Seconds to Midnight Results

The show kicks off with the usual pyro and whatnot, before the cameras cut to stage side, where we can see Kye Cassidy and Adam LaRue standing by, ready to begin the show.

Kyle Cassidy: Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to the debut of XIX, my name is the one and only, Kyle Cassidy... and standing to my left is the always dashing, Mr. By The Book, Adam LaRue.

Adam LaRue: Don't try and suck up to me this early, Kyle. Otherwise this is going to be a long night.

Kyle Cassidy: Whatever the case may be, we're live here tonight from the 2300 Arena in Philadelphia with the debut episode of XIX, can you feel this electricity, Adam?

Adam LaRue: I certainly feel something, Kyle... and it ain't electricity.

Just as those words are said from the mouth of Adam LaRue, "Pazi Sta Radis" by Sky Wikluh blares throughout the arena as Kasey Kash makes his way to the ring, steel chair in hand as he marches to the ring to a chorus of boos from the audience in attendance. He gets in the ring, demands a microphone from Gary Gerald and sits himself in the center of the ring.

Kasey Kash: Surprise, surprise motherfuckers.

BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Kasey just smiles at the reaction.

Kasey Kash: I can sit here all day. Don't tempt me. Now, anyways. I'm out here, I am the single baddest motherfucker on this roster, and you DARE keep me off the first card, you DARE keep me out this fuckin tournament for the title, you fucking DARE try and ignore the fact you have Kasey FUCKING Kash on your roster... you stupid motherfuckers. So... here's what we're gonna do. I am going to sit here, until the fucking Commissioner or his dumbass nephew gets out here and fixes the issues that they caused.

Kasey sits there, kicks his legs back and puts his arms behind his head... until "Pretty Fly (For A White Guy)" by The Offspring starts playing throughout the arena, and the XIX Intern Guy walks out onto the stage to a healthy pop from the crowd.

XIX Intern Guy: N-Now Kasey... we-we can't have you doing this.

Ksaey just looks over his shoulder and laughs at the sight of the Intern.

Kasey Kash: T-t-t-today junior! As you said. You've got a show to run. So hurry the fuuuck up and make your announcement.

The Intern takes a second to compose himself before speaking again.

XIX Intern Guy: N-now Kasey, I can understand why you were frustrated. But what you're doing now, what you did in OATH, what you're currently doing in NFW, that is EXACTLY why we didn't book you for this show. It's exactly why we left you off the cards, but if you want a match so badly, then you can have one. At the next show...

Kasey Kash: That's all you needed to say. Thank you Intern Guy.

XIX Intern Guy: Kasey... you didn't let me finish. Your match is gonna be against this man right here.

Kasey waits a moment... before the bell toll is heard throught the arena... the lights go dim... and "Can't Be Touched" by Roy Jones Jr blares through the speakers... Kasey Kash is stunned... as Dante Diablo makes his way out to the stage, standing at six foot six, and weighing in at a whopping Three hundred and Thirty-Three pounds, this is the last person Kasey would've wanted to see. Kasey exits the ring the second Dante steps foot in it, and runs to the back, with the cameras focused on Dante Diablo

This match begins with Kassandra going right into Marcello’s face, talking smack about his choice of cosplay for this match, which is Bakugou from My Hero Academia and if he was treating her as a joke. Marcello just shrugs it off and extends his hand for a handshake, she looks him up and down, then his hand, then back to him and just slaps the taste out of his mouth, he looks back at her and nods, almost as if to say “alrighty then, let's do this”, and goes for a clothesline which is ducked by Kassandra, who shoots off the ropes, leaping up and going to hit Marcello with a hurricanrana, but Marcello cartwheels out of it and charges in, Kassandra sweeps the leg and goes for a quick pinfall, but Marcello pushes her off, now she charges him and he sweeps the leg, going for a cover himself, but she kicks out before one, the two then have a staredown as the crowd pops for this sequence.

As the two get back on their feet, Kassandra charges in and Marcello side steps her, shooting her off the ropes and catching her into a Tiger Suplex! Kassandra rolls back onto her knees and Marcello charges in, connecting with a vicious looking European Uppercut, hooking the leg and getting a quick two count, Marcello looks down at Kassandra, dragging her towards the corner and climbing the turnbuckles and readying himself, leaping and looking for a 450 splash, but Kassandra rolls out the way, Marcello lands on his feet and combat rolls out of it, before turning around and getting drilled with a massive Bicycle Kick from Kassandra, who hooks the leg for a two count.

Kassandra, frustrated that that didn’t put him away, picking up Marcello by his hair, the referee tells her to let go, she does just before the five count, sending him off the ropes, picking him up and dropping him with an atomic drop, before then going to try and hit him with a kneecap brainbuster, but Marcello reverses this and picks her up, putting her on his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position, Kassandra is able to get out of this and drops him with a massive backstabber! Marcello crawls over to the ropes, pulling himself to his feet but is caught by Kassandra with an inverted DDT, dragging him to the centre of the ring, lifting one of his legs and looks around at the crowd, who knows exactly what was coming, giving a hearty “WOOOOO”, as Kassandra locks Marcello in the Figure Four Leg Lock.

Marcello is in pain here, reaching out for the ropes but is just out of reach. Eventually he rolls over, reversing the move so that now Kassandra is the one locked in the move, she is now reaching for the rope and manages to get a fingertip on the rope, which forces the referee to get Marcello to break the hold, which he does. He pulls himself to his feet and hits his leg a couple times to get feeling back. He backs himself into a corner and calls Kassandra back to her feet, as she gets to her feet he charges in and connects with Nerd RAGE (Flip-Over DDT)! He struggles for a second after he hooks the leg, and only gets a very close two for his efforts.

Marcello looks down at Kassandra, who hasn’t moved since she kicked out, so he gets back to his feet and goes to the apron, climbing the turnbuckle and looking down at her, but holding his knee, still damaged a bit from the figure four earlier. By the time he recomposes himself, Kassandra is back to her feet and throws him off the top turnbuckle, before realising the situation, climbing to the middle turnbuckle and waits for him to get to his feet, calling to him.

As Marcello gets to his feet Kassandra leaps… AND IS CAUGHT BY MARCELLO, LIFTING HER UP AND STACKING HER WITH THE YELLOW LIGHT OF DEATH (Cradle Brainbuster)! HE HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE 1, 2, 3!

Winner: Marcello Vitale via pinfall at 13:52



Kyle Cassidy: What an opening contest there, it really sets the tone for the rest of the show, and the action you're set to see tonight, don't you think, Adam?

Adam LaRue: Now I won't be agreeing with you on a lot of things here tonight, Kyle. But I have to agree with you on that. That opening match was one for the books, but what about the segment that opened the show, with Dante freaking Diablo coming out to the behest of the Intern. What power do you think he holds over him, Kyle?

Kyle Cassidy: I'm not the superstitious type, but I think Kasey made the right move in running from that very scary man as fast as he could, but enough about that, I'm getting word that we have a promo here to show you all from the very first person to sign with XIX, Katelin Descarrilado, so we will be back shortly after that plays out!



The view shows a beachside front from a few stories up on the outer deck of a condo room, with the only interruption of that view being a railing. The sky is almost a navy blue, meaning the sun is about to start rising. Railing aside, the scene is rather soothing and calm. A woman of Japanese descent interrupts the view. She's somewhat slender in frame, though to call her small would be inaccurate. She's dressed in a white sleeveless shirt tied around and partially covering a black shirt with sleeves, a pair of black shorts that are mostly covered by the two shirts, and a pair of black-on-white Chuck Taylors. She leans onto the railing a little after a quarter-turn to her left.

Katelin Descarrilado: "Your first signing should be a special one. They should be the cornerstone of your entire roster, from Ding Dong to Matthews. I explicitly signed here first knowing this, and I refuse to be anything but the cornerstone for XIX. Whether you want it or not. Whether you like it or not. I may be Tren Descarrilado's other in the New Frontier, but in XIX? I will not wrestle as anyone's second. I will not play the role of runner-up. I will be the leader, not a follower. I signed here first, after all."

The camera shifts view from the railing to her as she takes out a pack of cigarettes. The woman takes one out along with a lighter, placing the stick of tobacco and nicotine to her ruby red lips. The lighter takes a few flicks to light up, but eventually catches before she lights that cigarette. Her first inhale is one that, shockingly, doesn't cause a bunch of coughing. A voice comes over the view as the woman looks out to the sea in front of her, sending a cloud of smoke its way.

Katelin Descarrilado: "Your inaugural world champion should be someone you trust more than anyone else in the company. They should be someone who can be your company's true face, even if others claim otherwise. Especially when critics disapprove of it. I have proven with the NFW Genesis Championship that I am more than capable of bearing that load. I have proven that even when no one approves, I get the job done and I do it almost too well. To the point that every time I so much as tweet, there's an earthquake that follows."

The view changes from the woman leaned on the railing, to her having found a chair to sit in. She still watches the waves crash as much as she can as she takes her last drag from her Caster cigarette before flicking the butt over the edge. She leans back and blows one last puff of smoke through a relaxed exhale.

Katelin Descarrilado: "For an asylum, your warden should be tough as nails. Someone who can keep the riff-raff and the inmates in check. They should be someone strict, but fair and not willing to abuse the system for personal gain. And this is where the comparisons end... because I will be anything but fair en route to my throne. No one should be, after all. As long as it has been around, the world has been always been this level of cut-throat. However, the difference between me and the others in this tournament? The difference between me and Danae for certain... and as I demonstrated en route to my reign as NFW Genesis Champion? I will make one hundred percent sure... that the system ends up loving my abuse of it. Because the system is a masochistic little bitch. And I intend to use it as my personal footrest as I hold aloft the XIX World Championship following tonight."

The view of the woman fades, and watches as the sun begins to rise. The sea begins to seemingly sit still, watching the great ball of fire begin its ascension. That sea that was roaring at the beginning now sits silent. As if frozen in place. A pair of legs can be seen walking across it. The noise silences, save for the heels clicking. The legs walk towards seemingly nothing.

Katelin Descarrilado: "Your first signing should be a special one. Someone you trust more than anyone else to carry the load. Your first signing should be THE cornerstone of your roster through thick and thin, though highs and lows. Your first signing should be your inaugural World Champion, the person you trust your entire future with."

Out of seemingly nowhere, but about a tenth of a mile in front of the view, an ice castle rises up from the frozen sea. The view cuts to inside the ice palace, showing bodies strewn about. The legs walk by the motionless bodies of nondescript folks wearing the labels of the rest of XIX's roster on their torsos. Eventually, the legs reach a throne, where another body, labelled "SYSTEM" sits doggy-style in front. The legs approach the throne as the body attached to them sits on that throne, with the legs being propped up onto "SYSTEM."

Katelin Descarrilado: "The world ends in fire, then in ice, and the cycle repeats between those two things alone. It ended in fire last time. Tonight, with title in hand and the system at my feet, XIX Wrestling reaches doomsday. Last doomsday was by fire... but as the time runs out on the clock, XIX becomes my tundra to rule over as I see fit. As the chill runs down your spine and all over your skin... as the bodies that fell en route to the throne lay at my feet..."

The view pans up to show the same woman from earlier, now dressed in a black dress, and with an eerily neutral look crossing her face. Finally, this woman speaks.

Katelin Descarrilado: "Allow me to welcome you to the end of the world, and the beginning of the true ice queen's reign."

And as slowly as she's revealed, the view fades out to black, with nothing but the sound of a cold wind blowing.




This match begins quick and fast as Katelin comes charging in and nails Danae with a running knee, already it seems that she’s looking to end this match early, feeling a sort of disrespect towards Danae as she hooks the leg and pushes her forearm across her face, only getting a one count for her efforts however. Katelin then picks up the Silver Eyed Wolf and sends her into the corner, before then charging in to connect with a move in the corner but gets caught by Danae with a massive tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Danae hooks the leg and gets a quick one count.

Danae has Katelin back on her feet, and shoots her into the corner, which is quickly followed by a cartwheel into a back elbow which staggers Katelin out of the corner, and Danae is quick to follow up with this via an exploder suplex. Katelin is out on her feet and Danae looks to try and take full advantage of this situation, looking to connect with a massive roundhouse kick which is ducked by Katelin, before Danae is then dropped with a bulldog! Katelin is now fired up, picking Danae up and wrenching the arm, before throwing one mean lariat, connecting with the Oredigger! She hooks the leg and Danae kicks out at two.

We come back to this match and Danae has just caught Katelin with a massive Big Boot that rocks her to her very core. Danae is quick to hook the leg off of it but Katelin throws her shoulder up at the count of two. Danae is clearly frustrated with this, and that frustration leads to her eventual downfall, as when she goes for the Wolf’s End (Camel Clutch), Katelin is able to crawl back between her legs, then grab the legs and roll her over, locking in the Death Match (Lion Tamer), and no matter how much she tried to fight it at first, Danae is forced to submit to the move, with Katelin advancing to the next round.

Winner: Katelin Descarrilado via submission at 8:31



The cameras fade into the middle of a deserted gym. No one else is around, so you can hear a domestic weights being out back on the rack. The camera pans over to see Eden Sterling at a squat rack. She rests against the bar for a few moments before walking over to the side a d picking up a towel out of her gym bag. Eden dabs the towel at her sweaty forehead before tosses it across her shoulder. She then sees the camera and just smiles towards it. Eden leans against the nearby wall and just slides herself to the floor.

Eden Sterling : First impressions are sort of important, right? Not only for someone like me and Trinity, but for the company as a whole. People make snap judgment on what that first glimpse shows and will know how to act to you appropriately from there. I get it. And Trinity and I are relative rookies in this business, still getting out feet wet. She's just branching out from her home company and I'm doing similar, finding XIX Wrestling as a chance to strike hard and strike fast.

Eden smirks just at the camera as she continues.

Eden Sterling : This tournament to crown the first XIX World Champion helps set the tone for what's to come, don't you think? It gives a chance to show off the talent pool and see how the various people measure up against one another. It shows a whole host of different personalities from all sorts of walks of life. Something like that might be an daunting task for a relative rookie.

She shakes her head slowly.

Eden Sterling : But not for me, and not for my opponent in the first round either, I've seen her make similar statements before. We see this as a task we can take and make our own. And for that, I can respect Trinity for. She isn't going to back down and will bring the fight. But what she didn't really expect to come up against a specimen like myself in the first round, now did she?

Eden slowly gets to her feet and just super of poses, showing off her lean 6 '1" frame.

Eden Sterling : Size isn't everything everything in wrestling, we all know that, but it counts for a lot. So yeaj, I have a distinct size and weight advantage, but I'm also not some bumbling oaf either. I'm also pretty well trained in the mat, having a father whom was a techical savant back in the day will do that to a girl.

She barks out a short laugh.

Eden Sterling : I'm not overlooking you, Trinity, trust me, I'm not, I'm just letting you know you're in for one hell of a fight. And after we tussle and the dust clears, we'll see how those first impressions stand. We'll see how the landscape of XIX Wrestling plays out after this first round. You better bring it hard, Trinity, cause I'm going to.

Eden just grins at the camera as she paces back over to the squat rack as begins doing another set. From there, we fade back to the ring, as we are ready for our next matchup.




As the bell rings, Bellamy charges Devi, catching her off guard with a flurry of forearms and chops. Devi covers up to the best of her ability but Bellamy is like a house on fire. She pulls herself back and yells out, getting the crowd fired up too, but as she turns around she gets caught by Devi with a massive bicycle kick which floors her, Devi looks down at her and runs and leaps onto the second rope, going back for a Lionsault but Bellamy has rolled out of the way of the move, with Devi landing on her feet, with Bellamy still on the ground behind her, she leaps back and connects with a standing Moonsault that pops the crowd, hooking the leg and getting a quick one count for her effort.

This sequence got a pop from the crowd, who doesn't love them some flippy shit? Bellamy is back on her feet and Devi goes to grab her for an irish whip, but the whip gets reversed and Devi gets sent to the corner, Bellamy comes charging in and goes for a Monkey Flip, but Devi manages to land on her feet! The crowd pop for this as Bellamy sees this and charges in, Devi sidesteps and Bellamy hits the turnbuckles. As that’s happened to her, Devi has come in and hits her with a massive back elbow followed by an even bigger enziguri that rocks “The Lady from Space and Time”, having her stagger out from the corner, still on her feet, but clearly on another planet. Devi takes full advantage of this and goes to springboard off the ropes, looking to connect with a springboard stunner but Bellamy is able to catch her out of the air and drill her with a massive backbreaker! Devi rolls on the floor holding her back as Bellamy makes the cover, only getting a two.

Bellamy now is calling Devi to her knees as she stands behind her, as Devi does just that, Bellamy comes in and looks to hit her with V.I.L.E. (Natural Selection), as she flips however, Devi manages to reverse the move, Bellamy rolls through but straight into a kneelift, followed quickly by a neckbreaker by Devi, followed again by a standing shooting star! She hit her with the Thunder Gun! Devi is quick to hook the leg, but again Bellamy is able to throw a shoulder up.

Devi is feeling herself, calling for Bellamy to get to her feet, as she does Devi hits her with a kick to the stomach and quickly she looks for the Rough Angler, BUT BELLAMY COUNTERS IT! Floating behind she is able to get her up and hit her with the Rockapella (Rampaige)! Devi is down and out, and Bellamy climbs to the top rope, taking a second to compose herself before she leaps and connects with the Battery Powered Bombshell (Shooting Star Press) for the 1, 2, 3!

WINNER: Bellamy Parteabon via pinfall at 9:48




Gary Gerald: Ladies and Gentlemen, your next matchup is a tag team match, and is scheduled for one fall!

CROWD: ONE FALL!

Gary Gerald: Introducing first, currently in the ring, at a combined weight of three hundred and sixty-eight pounds, Ding Dong Uno and Ding Dong Dos, Los Ding Dongs!

The two luchadores pose for the crowd, getting a healthy pop, before the arena lights go out as the intro to “All The Things She Said” by Violet Orlandi ft. Halocene starts up. A pair of purple spotlights illuminate the entranceway. Lana Corvin and Jamie Emmerson, The Daughters of Darkness, are each standing there, each in a spotlight. Lana has her black furry entrance coat on and Jamie has her leather jacket, black crown, and black roses.


As the senior official, Ryng Dabell, rings the bell, Ding Dong Dos runs in and attempts a massive dropkick on Lana!... but lands about two feet short.

Lana notices the noise and looks over to see Ding Dong Uno now charging in at her, but she just sidesteps him and he crashes shoulder first into the turnbuckle post. Jamie just facepalms. Ding Dong Dos is getting back up to his feet as he’s caught from behind by Lana with a massive lariat to the back of his head, which floors him. Lana tags out to Jamie and throws Ding Dong Uno out of the ring.

Ding Dong Dos is dragged back to his feet by Lana, who sets him up in a powerbomb position, calling for the end, as they pair nail him with the Samhain Sacrifice! Jamie quickly hooks the leg as Lana stands guard as the ref counts the 1, 2, 3!

Winners: Daughters of Darkness via pinfall at 2:19



This match begins with what is a colossal staredown, with a whole foot of height difference between these two, Kyle Cassidy on the commentary table akins this to David vs Goliath, and I gotta agree. Right out the gate when the pair lock up Eden is able to push Trinity back with ease, causing her to roll backwards into the corner, the next time they go to lock up Trinity gets Eden with a trio of stiff kicks to the leg. Eden goes to grab her but she uses her quickness to her advantage, slipping behind the grasp and kicking her in her legs again, trying to cut her down to her size. Eden swings wildly again, this time managing to get Trinity with an elbow to the side of her head that wobbles her, Eden takes full advantage of this and drops her with an STO which is followed quickly by a running senton and a hook of the legs for a close one count.

Trinity is picking herself up in the corner, Eden comes charging in but Trinity was able to move out of the way and get behind Eden, who spins around, Trinity runs the ropes, ducks a line that Eden throws, and reverses the back elbow with a massive Satellite DDT! Trinity hooks the leg and only gets a two off of it. Trinity then waits for Eden to get to her feet, and when she does she goes for a running swinging neckbreaker, but Eden is able to roll through that and drop Trinity with a Tiger Suplex with the bridge, but only gets a two count off it, but as she gets up to her feet she awaits Trinity to get to hers, and when she does she goes for Eat This, which is a brutal discus clothesline, but when she goes for it Trinity leaps and somehow manages to connect with a brutal pump kick to the face of Eden, which sends her staggering off the ropes, and when she springs back to her feet Trinity goes for a Springboard Enziguri but it caught out of mid air with Eat This! Both of them are down, after a couple seconds Eden throws an arm over Trinity but only just barely gets a two count.

The pair get back to their feet, trading shots back and forth, Eden rocking Trinity with a massive forearm to the jaw, before shooting off the ropes but is caught by Trinity with a running spanish fly! This pops the crowd like gangbusters, Trinity hooks the leg but only gets a two count, she gets back to her feet and calf for Eden to get to hers, that's when she starts petting her with kicks to her leg, check and eventually as shes down on one knee, a question mark kick that sends her into next week. Trinity then runs the ropes and connects with the Knee-Jerk (Explosive Running Knee Strike), but instead of going for the pinfall right away, goes to the corner and looks out at the crowd, who are hyped beyond all belief, before bouncing off the bottom rope, then the middle, before connecting with the Holy Trinity (Triangle Moonsault) for the 1, 2, 3!

Winner: Trinity Thompson via pinfall at 12:58



The next piece seen comes from what looks like a self recorded video as the camera shakes and wobbles while it’s moved into place. We can’t quite tell where it is, scenery wise. It’s dark and it’s quiet. Quiet except for the sound of distant cars and the occasional siren going off somewhere. It actually sounds like this is being filmed outside somewhere. All of a sudden, a face right into the frame. Cold, angry, wild eyes with a brow furrowed into a hard scowl. The light from the device shines on them and the eyes squint for a brief second.

“Shit.”

The device is moved back and some might now recognize the face of Marcus Uriah Dunne, holding the camera out with one arm. Wait. Is he recording this on his phone?! Marcus, otherwise known as MUD, is sitting on what appears to be the ground, against a chain link fence. Black, leather jacket that’s certainly not new and pristine. A faded Primus shirt and blue jeans that, while we can’t see from the angle, anyone that knows him knows they’ve probably got holes in the knees or somewhere. The little phone light shines on his face as he looks up into the camera lens.

MUD: “Ya know, it’s funny. I decided almost two years ago to give this sport a shot. Combat sports are all I know but the only one I’ve ever been good at, professionally, is boxing. The only talent that I’ve ever had in my entire life, that’s done anything for me, is hitting people in the fucking face!”

MUD starts getting a little worked up, panting heavily. The crisp cold air catches his hot breath in little puffs as he looks off into the distance as if checking to make sure nobody’s skulking about.

MUD: “I was good at it too. No, scratch that. I was fucking great at it! I was goddamn phenomenal!! This--”

He lifts his other hand up, clenching it into a fist.

MUD: “--is what got me from one point to another. This is what paid the bills. This is what was gonna set me up for life. I wouldn’t have to worry about shit anymore. Ah, but ya know how it goes: good things never last forever, right? Shit happens!”

He sniffles from the cold air, idly brushing under his nose, letting out another breath into the night as he stares off into the distance ahead of him, reminiscing now.

MUD: “Lotta shit happened. I put my trust into people. They made some bad decisions. So I made some bad decisions. Hell, I’ve been making bad decisions since I was a kid but this was the first bad decision I made that really cost me. It cost me big. It cost me four years of MY -- FUCKING -- LIFE!!!”

As he shouts, he starts to kick something that sounds close to metal. Possibly a car bumper. After finishing his burst of anger, he calms down and rests his head back against the fence.

MUD: “Four years. Friends. A father figure. A mother. The means to do what I do best. Or at least what I thought I did best. See, I learned something during those four years. Locked away in a fucking pit. I learned about survival. Staring adversity in the face and telling it that it hits...like a BITCH!!!!”

He shoots a quick glare to the camera as he shouts again. We can hear him start to drum his fingers against his knee. He starts to speak again, shaking his head a little.

MUD: “This ain’t my first run around on this side of things. Two years it’s been.”

He throws up two fingers.

MUD: “In two years, I’ve had….”

He stops, looks up and starts to count in his head.

MUD: “Hah! Two matches. One wasn’t even in this country and I’m pretty sure I wound up high on some shit that isn’t legal anywhere in the world. The other, I didn’t even get paid for. I did a favor for a friend that I don’t even talk to anymore. Fuck me, right? Or don’t. I don’t give a shit. All I’m saying is this: two years and two matches later in this sport, I’m part of a new rising company. And I got a chance to shoot right to the top. Walk in, do the work, and become the first world champion. Tournament? I can do a tournament. I can throw hands and bodies all day. Just wait and see. Because I’m gonna do exactly that...starting with you Kelly Michaels. So, to everyone at XIX?”

The camera shakes a bit as he pushes himself up to his feet and holds the camera directly in front of him.

MUD: “My name is MUD. And I am coming..to kick..your fucking...ass!!”

He slaps a hand over the lens as the scene cuts.




The match begins with The Reverend extending the hand for Walker, who takes a second before shaking his hand, the two men then circle each other, with the two men chain wrestling, going back and forth for a minute or so until Walker is able to fight out of it by shooting Martin off the ropes and taking him down with a couple arm drags, as The Reverend goes into the corner and Walker quickly comes down with a massive Knife Edge Chop that sends the Reverend Stumbling out the corner, with Walker then quickly dropping him with an Inverted DDT for a quick one count.

Walker gets back onto his feet just as Reverend West uses the ropes to get to his, Walker comes in and drills the Reverend with a forearm to the jaw, before charging off the ropes and being caught by West with a Thez Press before raining down punches onto Walker. West, now in control of the match, picks Walker up and drops him down with a snap suplex, floating over for a quick two count.

West, in firm control of the match up, picks Walker up by the scruff of his neck, before beginning to lay into him with strike after strike, almost like you would see from professional boxer, after one left hand to the face of Walker, he gets directly into the face of the preacher, asking if that’s all he’s got. The two then begin trading forearm strikes, some real heavy forearm strikes, that is. West goes for the Come To Jesus Moment, but Walker sees it coming and slips behind, locking a sleeper in and just throwing the Reverend back with the Midnight Train! Walker hooks the leg and gets a two off it. Sitting up he looks at Martin, who is just coming to after that brutal suplex.

Walker gets back to his feet and sees that Reverend West isn’t back to his yet, he calls for him to get to his feet, and as he does Walker charges in and nails Martin with the Cattle Prod (Running Big Boot), which sends him back and almost through the ropes, but as Walker is hyping the crowd what he doesn’t see is Reverend West coming back in after rebounding off the ropes, coming charging in and connects with Absolution (Rebound Lariat)! Both men are down and the referee, Ryng Dabell, starts his ten count.

As he reaches six, both men start to stir, eventually getting to their feet by eight, with assistance from the rope, that is. Both men eye each other from across the ring and Walker comes charging in, West side steps him and rolls him over with a school boy, before gettin Walker set up and nailing him with the Baptism (Cradle Piledriver), for the 1, 2, 3!

Winner: Reverend Martin West via pinfall at 18:37



“Enforcer” Anthony Cross is watching the show from a luxury suite. There is a knock on the door. Anthony looks toward the door.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Come in.

The door opens and Amy Porter walks into the luxury suite. Anthony stands up as Amy walks over to Anthony.

Amy Porter: Anthony, welcome to XIX.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Thank you, Amy.

Amy Porter: What are your thoughts of the show thus far?

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: I have to admit, thus far I am very impressed. There are some people that I am familiar with and some not so familiar names. But overall it is a great show.

Amy Porter: I can assume that you are here in XIX like everyone else and want to become XIX World Heavyweight Champion.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: You are of course correct, Amy. Now I may not be the first ever XIX World Heavyweight Champion but I can sure be the very best World Champion.

Amy Porter: Already have your eyes set on the World title?

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: Of course, Amy. I think we can agree that everyone on the XIX roster has their eyes set on the World Title.

Amy nods her head in agreement.

“Enforcer” Anthony Cross: While I recognize many of the names on the XIX roster I don’t have much history with any of them with the exception of only one or two. Now I know I am closer to the end of my career than the beginning. I know I am still the measuring stick in so many ways and refuse to be knocked off my pedestal. Being on said pedestal is somewhere I like being especially when I have the World Heavyweight Championship in my possession. So, I am sure you can all guess I am putting whoever comes out of this World title tournament as the champion on notice because you’ll have to deal with me. Much like everyone on the roster because I will not play second fiddle to anyone.

With those words, the scene fades...




The match starts off quick and fast, and after the words that were exchanged between these two on twitter last month, I don’t blame them. Both come charging in with shoulder tackles, with they both shrug off. They both charge off the ropes again and both have the same idea, another set of shoulder tackles which just do not drop the other man. They stare each other down and Anthony goes for a third whereas Crab Ring Goon catches him coming off the ropes with a scoop powerslam, going for a quick cover on Anthony but only gets a one count.

The Human Crab picks Anthony back up and shoots him to the corner, Anthony stumbles out and is caught with a massive Exploder Suplex that gets a hearty pop from the crowd! They love the Crab Ring Goon. He picks The Enforcer up and looks to lock in a bearhug, but Anthony drills him with a massive headbutt that staggers the big man, before connecting with a series of forearm strikes before shooting him off the ropes, connecting with a massive spear that drops him! The crowd hates this, they don’t wanna see this outcome. Anthony shoots for the cover but only gets a one. Anthony picks The Human Crab up and goes for a brainbuster which Crab Ring Goon seems to counter, as Anthony goes for it a third time, he slips out of the hold and delivers a stiff looking short arm lariat, hooking the leg and getting a quick two count.

Crab Ring Goon seems to get hyped up by the reaction of the crowd, picking The Enforcer up and shooting him into the corner, charging in and going for a massive corner avalanche, but with an impressive great of strength, Anthony is able to get the big man up for a massive Pop Up Powerbomb! He picks up Crab Ring Goon, sending him off the ropes and drilling him with a massive Mafia Kick which sends the Human Crab off the ropes, charging back in and nailing Anthony with the Crab Hammer! The crowd pops as he makes the cover, but is only able to get the two.

Frustrated, Crab Ring Goon picks up Anthony and goes for The Pinch (Mandible Claw), but Anthony ducks under it, pushing Crab Ring Goon into the corner, before locking in the Omerta (Katahajime)! Crab Ring Goon struggles for a while, before eventually passing out, unable to reach the ropes, and the referee calls for the bell!

Winner: Anthony Cross via submission at 9:08




The match begins with the two competitors circling each other, this is the first one on one encounter between these two, so the crowd is excited to see it. They give each other a nod of respect before locking up, trading chain wrestling for a minute, before they get backed into the corner and the referee, Ryng DaBelle, is forced to seperate them before the count of five, Jasmine lets go and pats Sela on the shoulders as she takes a step back.

The two then lock up again with Jasmine sending Sela off the ropes before going for a jumping knee strike, but Sela saw it coming and held onto the ropes, as Jasmine lands back on the ground she is met with a vicious kick to the chest which staggers her for a moment, before Sela then grabs her arm, twisting it, followed by a shoulder breaker, dropping Jasmine to her knees as she clutches at her shoulder, which is followed by what sounds like the crack of a whip as Sela chops Jasmine square between her shoulder blades, which pops the crowd, it doesn’t pop Jasmine however, who’s laying on the ground trying to hold her back, but it was placed strategically as to where she can’t do anything about it.

We come back a minute or so later and Jasmine has managed to get herself back into control, Sela is over in the corner as Jasmine lights her up with a chop to the chest, but as Sela is recovering, she fires one back at Jasmine with just as much force as Jasmine did, Jasmine looks at her and smirks as she fires in with another knife edge chop, Sela then fires back with one of her own, then the pair begin trading chops back and forth as the crowd cheers them on. Eventually Jasmine hits Sela with back to back chops that staggers her against the rope, Jasmine runs and shoots off the opposite rope, ONLY TO BE CAUGHT WITH A SPEAR FROM SELA! Sela then picks up Jasmine, holding her there by her hair, before shooting off the ropes herself, THEN IS CAUGHT WITH A JUMPING KNEE FROM JASMINE! The pair then just fall to the ground and the referee begins his ten count as the crowd lose their mind from what they just witnessed.

The pair get up by the count of nine, both on opposite ends of the ring, they stare each other down as the crowd continues to cheer for this match, no matter the alignment of either person. Before eventually they both charge in, Sela goes for a strike which Jasmine ducks, going behind and as Sela turns around she is drilled with The Strike (Mule Style Kick to the Jaw)! Jasmine hooks the leg and gets a close two count, frustrated, she picks Sela up and shoots her into the corner before coming in charging, looking for a massive dropkick but Sela is able to move out of the way at the last second! Jasmine is hanging there in a Tree of Woe and before she can do anything, Sela has come running in and hits her with a combination of knees to her head, otherwise known as Draw Suffering! Sela pulls her out of the corner and hooks the leg, only to get another close two count.

By this point the crowd is fully invested in this match up, Sela has Jasmine up and calls for the end, but Jasmine is quick, and senses that she’s in danger, so she falls back and connects with a Pele Kick that rocks Sela, dropping her to a knee. Seeing the opening that she’s made for herself, she backs herself into the corner, taking a moment to compose herself before she then comes charging in, looking to connect with The Ice Cold, but Sela is able to move out the way! And in the brief moment of confusion on the part of Jasmine, Sela is able to set her up and connect with Just For Fun (Snapmare Neckbreaker), hooking the legs and picking up the win!

Winner: Sela-Rica Lark via pinfall at 23:11


The cameras pick up in the lockerroom, where we can see Kelly Michaels getting prepared for his matchup. He looks over his shoulder and sees the camera crew, smirking, before he begins to speak.

Kelly Michaels: Marcus... Marcus... Marcus. You like to talk alot, you do know that, right? You... you like to yap your fucking mouth about how you're so bad. You're all this. That's cool, kid. But... what you're failin' to understand is that you're not just fighting some regular nobody... you're gonna be goin into that ring with The Last of the Old Guard... I'm the last of a dying breed, Marcus. You know what that means?

Kelly paces back and forth.

Kelly Michaels: It means that I am willing to do fight for my life to win this match... and to advance in this tournament. You're not going in there and fighting some regular Kyle that is grabbed off the streets for a squash match. You're gonna be fighting a man that is willing to leave it all in the ring. A guy that is tough as stone. I've been everywhere, won everything I could... except here in XIX... now... my career is winding down, but before I leave my boots in the center of the canvas... I want to win one last world title, so... Marcus. If you plan on winning this match, you're gonna need to kill me. Because I'm not goin down without a fight... I'll see ya shortly, Marcus.

Kelly walks out of frame as the opening of "I Don't Know Anything" starts playing throughout the arena.




Gary Gerald: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening!... and it is scheduled for ONE FALL!...

CROWD: ONE FALL!

Gary Gerald: ...and it is the last first round matchup in the XIX World Championship Tournament!

Then, as the crowd dies down a little, the solo guitar intro of Mad Seasons "I Don't Know Anything" rings out throughout the arena, the crowd then goes crazy, then as the drums kick in they clap along to the beat of the song, as finally, Kelly Michaels makes his way out to the stage, looking out over the crowd who are now singing along to his entrance theme, this gets a chuckle out of the normally stone faced veteran, who does his trademark pose on the stage which gets a hearty pop from the crowd, as he continues down the ramp, getting the crowd hyped up as he eventually reaches the ring.

Gary Gerald: Introducing first, currently on his way to the ring, weighing in tonight at one hundred and eighty pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts… “The Last of a Dying Breed”... KELLY… MICHAELS!

Adam LaRue: Now before you interrupt me and start ranting and raving about how great Kelly is, I just need to point out, he has been doing this for twenty years. That has to put a toll on his body, and frankly. I just don't see him walking away with the win tonight.

Kyle Cassidy: You're right about one thing there Adam, and that is the fact that Kelly has been doing this for twenty years now. He has all the experience in the world, which is exactly why I think he is going to walk away with the win here tonight.

Kelly slides under the bottom rope and goes over to the corner, holding his arms out wide as the crowd give him the ovation he's grown accustomed to. He then hops down off the turnbuckle and sits on the bottom turnbuckle, keeping his eyes directly focused on the entrance way, awaiting his opponent.

As the opening bass riff of Primus’s “My Name Is Mud” blasts throughout the arena speakers the crowd looks around amongst themselves as we can see a cluster growing towards one of the entrances of the arena, then finally we can see that it’s the one and only, Marcus Uriah Dunne… MUD, walking through the fans who are surrounding him, he pays them no mind though, however. As his eyes are set on Michaels in the ring.

Adam LaRue: You say all that, Kyle. But when you're in the ring with someone as deranged as Marcus Uriah Dunne, all the experience in the world won't save you.

As he makes his way through the sea of people, Michaels stands up and gets himself prepared for this match. By the time Michaels can get his entrance jacket off, Marcus has hopped over the barricade, Michaels and him are staring at each other, and then Marcus charges the ring! The referee Ryng Dabell rings the bell and the match gets started quick and fast as the crowd goes bonkers! Marcus and Kelly are trading some HEAVY forearms here, with Marcus quickly getting the upper hand over the twenty year vet, before quickly shooting off the ropes, but Michaels is there and catches him with a massive big boot that nearly sends Marcus over the top rope!

Kyle Cassidy: Jesus! Both guys right out the gate here with an explosion of offence, were you expecting it to start this hot, Adam?

Adam LaRue: As I previously mentioned, if you paid attention, I did say that no amount of experience on the part of Kelly would save him from the brutality that Marcus would display, but it seems, at least in the opening of this match here, that Kelly is holding his own!

Kelly catches him though and spins him around, throwing him back with a brutal looking German Suplex… BUT MARCUS IS BACK ON HIS FEET AFTER LANDING ON HIS NECK! Michaels looks back and smirks, before Marcus quickly tries to get him with a boot while Kelly is sitting there, he’s able to avoid the boot however, and rolls him through and goes to lock in The Ballad of Kelly Michaels (Cattle Mutilation), but Marcus rolls out of the ring, not wanting any part of that. Holding his shoulder he looks into the ring and sees that Kelly is ushering him back in, he shoots Michaels a look and slides back in, shooting for the takedown and succeeding in such, laying the fists down on Michaels, who tries his best to cover up, to little avail. Marcus wastes little time as he picks Michaels up off the mat and shoots him into the corner and charges in, nailing Kelly with a forearm, before chopping the chest of the vet.

Adam LaRue: Jesus Christ, a chop like that would cave the chest of any regular man.

Kyle Cassidy: But that's exactly it, Adam. Kelly Michaels is no ordinary man. He's The Last of a Dying Breed for a reason!

Kelly stares a hole through MUD after that chop, before grabbing him and throwing him into the corner, before repeatedly chopping the ever loving shit out of him, the referee forcing a break as to not cause a disqualification. Kelly obliges as he whips MUD to the other corner, before charging in and hitting him with another massive running chop, snapmaring him down to a seated position, shooting off the ropes and nailing Marcus with a massive dropkick to the side of the head, he hooks the leg and just barely gets a two count. Kelly picks up Marcus and hits him with another chop, the crowd loves this stiff back and forth that's going on here. Kelly chops Marcus, Marcus takes another step forward and forearms Kelly in the jaw, Kelly chops Marcus, Marcus forearms Kelly, chop, forearm, chop, forearm, chop, chop, chop! Kelly gets the crowd hyped up and shoots off the ropes, as he comes back however Marcus throws himself down onto the mat, Kelly jumps over him and as he’s hit the ropes Marcus has kipped up back onto his feet and Michaels quickly gets fucking drilled with a stiff Discus Lariat!

Kyle Cassidy: What a display of agility and brutality there on the part of Marcus Uriah Dunne!

Adam LaRue: You're damn right, Kyle! He calls that the MUDkip, so I think the name could use some work, but otherwise it has absolutely just taken Kellys head off!

At this point, Kelly is just out on the floor, Marcus takes note of this and rolls him over, dragging him towards the corner of the ring, before ascending the turnbuckles, looking out at the crowd, throws a double bird in the air and the crowd call out to him “WHERE YOU GOIN’ CITY BOY?”, Marcus smirks and leaps backwards, nailing Kelly with the Through The MUD! Marcus hooks the leg!

1… 2… …!

Adam LaRue: WHAT?! I thought that was it!

Kyle Cassidy: Well obviously it wasn't, Adam! Kelly still has some fight left in him!

Marcus picks Michaels up and gives him a couple quick forearms, before signalling for another Lariat, as he charges off the ropes however he is caught with the loudest and meanest open hand slap across the neck that anyone has witnessed. Marcus is stunned, Kelly sees this and hits him with a couple more forearms before slapping him a couple times, yelling at him about respect. Marcus seems to shrug the last one off, however, Kelly hits him with another forearm and Marcus smirks, shrugging that one off as well, he then gives him a quick once over, with his expression flat and bored, before absolutely turning Kellys lights out with the MUDslap!

Kyle Cassidy: HOLY SHIT! Kelly is out on his feet!

Adam LaRue: What did I tell you Kyle! Kelly's body won't let him hang with that of the younger generation!

Kelly is out on his feet at this point, Marcus gives him a kick to the gut, underhooks both arms… and drills him with the Muddied Waters (Tiger Driver ‘98)! Marcus makes the cover!

1… 2… 3!

Gary Gerald: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round of the XIX Championship Tournament… Marcus… Uriah… Dunne!

“My Name Is Mud” begins playing throughout the arena as Marcus gets to his feet. Holding his arms up as the crowd cheers the display of violence that they just witnessed.

Adam LaRue: I told you, Kyle! I told you! I see Marcus walking away from this whole tournament with the win!

Kyle Cassidy: Credit where it's due to Kelly Michaels, however. The veteran put up one hell of a fight, but on this night... it was all about Marcus Uriah Dunne.

Marcus goes to leave the ring but he stops and looks over his shoulder, seeing Kelly getting back to his feet and calling out to him. Marcus hesitates for a moment before turning around to face Michaels, who stares him down for a second, before extending a hand. Marcus thinks about it and looks over the crowd, before accepting and giving Michaels the respect he talked about during the match. Michaels rolls out the ring as the cameras fade to black with MUD standing tall.