Backstage Segment

The camera is following Deon Blade backstage. He has a confident smile plastered on his face.

"Today is gonna be my lucky day," he laughs to himself. "It's gonna be too-"

His outward monologue is interrupted when he bumps into a shorter (6'1"), but still well-toned and muscular Caucasian man with straight brown hair that is tied into a man-bun. Deon gives this intruder of his camera time a long once over. His well-trimmed brown beard connects with his sideburns. The smaller man is wearing a grey muscle shirt that read "All Day" in red lettering, black tights that has "Never Skip" running down the right leg and "Leg Day" running down the left leg in white lettering, black boots, and black wristbands that say "All Day" in red lettering on both of his wrists.

"Why the hell are you even here?" The larger man inquires. "This is about future stars and world champions. Not curtain jerking teacher's pets."

"The "Gym Rat" Jack Jordan was invited, bro," the man answers with a cheeky grin. "You're not the only EPW alum to get here, Deon. Ronnie brought me in because of my heart, as he puts it. Plus, I could finally be a 3 time world champion!"

"How the hell could that be?"

"2 time Barnum Carnival World Champion," Jack exposes.

"I know Jack, and they don't fucking count!" Deon grits his teeth. "Either way, what makes you say you could possibly be the world champion here?"

"I'm in the Gold Rush Gauntlet, bro," Jack says with a shrug before extending his hand out. "May the best man win?"

"I fucking hate Ronnie," he bemoans as he pushes Jack's hand down before brushing past him to get further down the hall, leaving Jack bewildered.

"Aye, I caught your match! You did great out there, bro! You never skipped leg day like I told you!" Jack yells down the hall, which only annoys Deon even more.

The camera then shifts to Ced, who is warming up in his locker room. He's wearing red trunks with "Ced" in white lettering on the front and a white roaring lion head in the back, black knee pads, black boots, and black tape wrapped around his hands and wrists. He tries to get limber and stretched out to perform at his optimum level. A peaceful silence is set. Said peaceful silence that gets interrupted quickly.

"Ayo, big dawg, wassam, wassam!" Deon Blade bursts into the room.

Ced gets up from stretching and greets his long-time acquaintance with a handshake and a hug. "Great to see you in high spirits, D," he says to his younger counterpart.

"Why wouldn't I be? I knew I had that win in the bag from the opening bell!" Deon retorts.

"Hey, man, it looked like you were struggling a lil bit out there in your WFA debut, but you got the job done." Ced smiles.

"Aye, man, aye," Deon laughs. "You knew I was gonna get him. All it takes is one misstep against me, and it's over. And because of that, I'm entrant number 16 in the Gauntlet, so that means I am a guaranteed shoo-in to be the first MIP World Heavyweight Champion!" Deon stares off into space like he imagined being crowned.

"I wouldn't say that's a guarantee, D, cuz I'm entrant number 7, but it's good to have an old friend in the match." Ced stares directly at Deon. "I'll do anything to be at the top of the mountain once again, but it's good to know that I have someone that I can trust. Never know. The last two could be the two of us."

"I have no doubt that it'll be us as the last two," Deon laughs. "Matter of fact, how bout we work together? We could be unstoppable, my guy. We can take out the competition one by one if you're still out there when I come in." Deon pays the "if" no mind, but the stigma lingers.

"Don't you worry about me. I'll be there when you get there." Ced laughs again. "Just remember to keep your eyes on the prize, D."

"Nah, foreal, you right, big bro. But imma go and stretch, bro." Deon says with a beaming smile. "Don't want to be cold getting in there." He leaves Ced's locker room.

Ced just stares at the doorway with cold intent before he goes back to stretching. "Keep your eyes on the prize, D."


The cameras go over to Freddy Escobar's locker room. He's wearing his patented white tights with gold accents and a crown design in the back with gold-tipped boots. With his AirPods in and his eyes closed, he begins to sing, off-key.

Human beings in the mob

What's a mob to a king

What's a king to a god

And what's a god to a non-believer

Who don't believe in anything?

He opens his eyes to a familiar sight. The 6'8" mountain of a man named King Caesar is standing inches away from him in his ring gear, which consists of black MMA shorts, black MMA gloves, and black boots. Freddy takes out his AirPods and puts them in their case. The two just stare at each other.

"Freddy Escobar. "The Prince"," Caesar breaks the silence between them.

"Caesar," Freddy says, with a hint of disgust. "I suppose you haven't come here to take me out to thin out the competition already."

"Nah, Freddy," Caesar answers with a chuckle. "Everybody knows that me and you go way back."

"Yeah, we do." The dark brown eyes of Freddy would cut through steel if they could.

"Just think about it, Freddy," Caesar begins. "I know you're the 11th entrant, and you know I'm the 10th entrant. Let's take this bitch over just like the old days. You know me and you could be the hottest thing together. It'll be just like Monarchy."

"Yeah, you wanna invite DJ, too?" It's Freddy's turn to chuckle.

"Nah, nah, man. He's too wrapped up with Sabre right now, man," Caesar replies. "Let's do it like the old days. Me and you. The two cornerstones of Monarchy."

"The old days," Freddy continues to chuckle. "The old days. Monarchy." Freddy's face tenses up to glare at his old running buddy. "Let me tell you something, Caesar. The old days are gone. Monarchy is dead. Out there in the Gauntlet, tonight. There is no more us. There is no more me and you. No more Freddy and Caesar. Just stay out of my way. And if you're lucky enough, maybe you'll get the privilege to lose to me." Freddy pushes past Caesar to exit his locker room as the camera fades to black.


Interview

"Hello, once again." Jordan smiles into the camera. "At this moment, I will be joined by "The Welsh Wonder of the World" James Black!" James Black walks into frame. He cracks his fingers before turning to the camera. Standing at 6'2", a pale-skinned man with short brown hair, brown eyes, a short beard, and a slightly jacked build. He is wearing black & white trunks with a white star on the front, a black knee pad on the left & right knee, white kick pads with black patterning around the bottom of it, and white wrist tape on both wrists. "Mr. Black, how do you feel about your chances tonight in our main event?"

"My chances of winning tonight are just as good as you winning the lottery," James begins with an air of sarcasm. "But the thing is I don't give a rat's ass about anybody in this damn match! I'm the fucking Welsh Wonder of the World. I've wrestled on every God-forsaken continent and been the bar that others can't compare to."

"You still have to outlast 15 other men, James," Jordan counters. "Hell, you're the first entrant!"

"Hmph." James scoffs, shaking his head as he bitterly chuckles before staring right at the camera. "Most people would be so quick to dismiss a man like me. A man that most of the general wrestling public have only a passing knowledge of a man with a minimal prior history in the WFA, and a man who is first up on the chopping block in a match with much bigger stars entering the fray. I don't blame the ignorant for not having knowledge of me...but after tonight, there will be no doubt as to who I am and what I am capable of. You wanna know the difference between me and every other competitor in that match, Jordan?"

"Of course," Jordan says, interested.

"They wrestle out of greed, selfishness, and an inherent need for validation. They want the belt for status...they lack vision. See, I wrestle for a purpose, a purpose to make the wrestling world the best industry it can possibly be...and to do that, I have to be better than anyone else in my way. I have to have all eyes on me…I have to be a champion. Tonight, you will see the difference between a man fighting with purpose-and 15 others fighting for greed. I am James Black, the Welsh Wonder of the World, The Prodigy of Change, and I may be first...and when the dust clears, I will be last." James exclaims, before making his way to the gorilla position.


Main Event: Gold Rush Gauntlet to crown the first-ever MIP World Heavyweight Champion

"Looks like they're all ready for this moment," Jackson calls.

"No doubt there, Jackson. Do you have any favorites going into this match?" Orville inquires.

"My two obvious favorites have to be the two former world champions, Ced and Freddy Escobar," Jackson answers. "But, you, also, have to admit that size matters in a match like this, and the biggest man in this match is King Caesar. He could possibly be a sleeper in a match like this."

"Precise analysis, right there, Jackson," Orville praises. "However, you can't forget that Deon Blade is entrant number 16, the final spot."

"You're not wrong, Orville, and it seems like he has an ally in Ced," Jackson agrees.

"An ally can go a long way in determining how a match like this plays out," Orville concurs.

"But, we, also, must remember this. It is every man for himself at the end of the day," Jackson reminds. "And, just like Ced told Deon, you gotta keep your eyes on the prize."

"Most definitely, Jackson. Any keys to success in a match like this?" Orville continues.

"One, try to use the least amount of energy as possible. You gotta conserve it," Jackson begins. "Two, pick your spots. Three, always be aware of your surroundings because it's every man for himself." He hammers it home one more time.

"No doubt. Now, let's go back to the ring with Alexis Garcia," Orville segues.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the main event!" Alexis Garcia exclaims to an excited crowd. "You will be witnessing the coronation of the first-ever MIP World Heavyweight Champion in the Gold Rush Gauntlet!"

"MIP! MIP! MIP! MIP!" The crowd chants.

"The Gold Rush Gauntlet starts with 2 men in the ring. Every 2 minutes, a new competitor will enter the match until number 16!" Alexis explains carefully. "In order to eliminate their opponents, both feet must touch the floor. Once only two competitors are left, the match can only be won by pinfall or submission."

"MIP! MIP! MIP! MIP!"

Take my life from me

And bury me in blame

Cover all your lies

And leave them in my name

"Introducing first, from Cardiff, Wales. Weighing in at 237 pounds, "The Welsh Wonder" James Black!" James Black slowly makes his way down the ramp. He looks around with a look of disdain to the crowd, slowly making his way down into ringside as he stops in front of the ring. He walks to the ring steps, making his way up as he enters the ring through the ropes. Once he enters the ring, he walks over to the far corner as he simply waits for his opponent.

"That kid right there is one of the hottest prospects in the WFA at the moment," Jackson chimes in.

"He's currently in the finals in the NHW World Championship Tournament. You know how high his stock would be if he managed to become world champion in two separate promotions?" Orville exclaims.

"His stock would absolutely be through the roof, Orville," Jackson answers.

I'M IN THA BACK HOLLIN WHERE DA PILL MAN AT
I'M IN THA BACK HOLLIN WHERE DA PILL MAN AT
I'M IN THA BACK HOLLIN WHERE DA PILL MAN AT
I NEED HIM NOW

"And your second entrant, from Koko Pellis, Louisiana. Weighing in at 193 pounds, The Pill Man!" A 5'9" and stockily built, bald, black guy comes out wearing ripped jeans, black Air Force Ones, and a large black overcoat with a bunch of different pill vials visible to the cameras. James Black pinches the bridge of his nose in disdain as his much smaller and more inebriated opponent girates down to the ring.

"Why Lord? Why are we just letting anyone in our profession?" Jackson Corley whines to the wrestling gods.

"It seems like this young man has a particular interest in getting "ratchet", as some natives to the ArkLaTex area might say," Orville chimes in an attempt to make sense of this newcomer.

The bell rings as The Pill Man approaches a thoroughly disinterested James Black. "Hey, man, I'm on two bars, two tabs, two jiggabytes, two Viagra, a cialis and half, some blue dolphins, and a couple of perc-30s, mane," he drawls on. "I got the hook up to a few power packs if you wanna pop 'em by the stack–"

James Black interrupts him with a swift punch to the jaw, which catches the lackadaisical Pill Man by surprise. Black delivers another punch before connecting with a European uppercut, knocking down the partygoer. Pill vials and their contents fly all over the ring. James brings him up by palming his head before sending back down to the mat with a meaty knife edged chop.

"James Black is showing no mercy!" Orville calls.

"As he should!" Jackson panders.

"You will not be poisoning this ring!" James shouts as The Pill Man tries to cower to the corner. However, before he can catch his breath, the Welsh Wonder smashes his knee into his face. Black picks Pill Man and puts him on his shoulders in the fireman's carry position.

"You will be purged!" James Black shouts as he hits the "Broken Bullet" (Death Valley Driver). Black grabs him by the nape of his neck and tosses him over the top rope for the first elimination.

"James Black is just biding his time, now," Orville observes.

"If that's indicative of his competition, no need to do too much," Jackson concurs.

10… (James paces around the ring like an impatient child.)

9…

8… ("Who could be the next man out?" Orville ponders.)

7…

6…

5… ("Hopefully somebody better than that guy," Jackson laments.)

4…

3…

2…

1…

I came to play

I came to play, there's a price to pay

Time for you get down on your knees and pray

"I spoke too soon," a deflated Jackson says.

The crowd boos as a young man with caramel skin and long, dark brown hair that reaches down to his shoulders. That man is Damien Dynamite. He is wearing sunglasses, a black leather jacket with "TNT!" on his back, red tights with a black waistband, white tape wrapped around his wrists, and black boots. The young adonis laughs as he slowly walks down to the ring.

"Hurry the fuck up, wanker!" James angrily yells towards the douchebag.

Damien sheds off his jacket and casts his sunglasses into the crowd. "Ladies, ladies. There's enough of the Pussy Destroyer for all you." He sleazily says to a couple of uninterested women in the front row before walking up the steps.

"That is fucking rancid gimmick," Jackson facepalms.

"You and I are on the same page, right there," Orville does his own facepalm.

"Get your ass in the ring!" James calls out again, which makes Damien slide in the ring with an even doucheyer smile.

The two men come face to face. 'Get out the way, limey! That belt is coming home to me and Danielle," Damien bellows. 'Just so she can peg you while you wear it?' James responds. 'Don't knock it til ya try it.' Damien jaws back before the two trade right hands with each other. The Prodigy of Change pushes the Pussy Destroyer back to set up a dropkick, which drops his opponent to the ground. James takes Damien to the corner and smashes his face in the turnbuckle. Damien then backs into the arms of James, who lifts him up and drops him with a back suplex.

"James Black seems to be making quick work of the field, so far!" Orville comments.

"If he wasn't the first entrant, he'd be my runaway pick!" Jackson lies.

Black kneels down beside Dynamite and grabs him by the hair. He delivers a couple of punches to his downed opponent and a forearm rake. James gets him up and wrenches his left arm into a hammerlock, which he uses to hold him in this position for a moment to increase pressure on the shoulder. James lifts him up and drops Damien on his knee for a backbreaker.

"Dynamite is being dissected!" Orville says.

"Instead of flexing his superiority, he needs to throw his ass over the top rope!" Jackson warns.

"The countdown begins!"

10… (James backs himself into the corner and climbs to the second rope…)

9…

8… ("Scum like you don't deserve to be in the ring with me," he says…)

7…

6…

5… (He delivers a diving fist drop to Dynamite, who squirms around…)

4…

3…

2…

1… ("Who could be next?" Jackson ponders…)

Golden Lovers by Yonosuke Kitamura

As James Black continues his beatdown of Damien Dynamite, a tanned 6'0" stud came out with black and gray leather tights with a rainbow from the ankle and rainbow-colored RW logo on the back, black knee pads with rainbow logos on them, and black wrestling boots. The crowd gave him a little cheer as he ran down to the ring.

"It's our announcer brethren, Carlos Sanchez!" Orville shouts with excitement as Carlos does a fluid jumping roll over the bottom rope into the ring, which catches James Black by surprise as he turns to Carlos's jumping clothesline.

"What a maneuver!" Jackson calls at that sight.

James gets up and tries to throw a wild right hand in Carlos's direction, but he ducks it as he runs the ropes to deliver a running leg lariat to the "Prodigy of Change". James Black rolls away for a bit, leaving Carlos standing tall for the moment and basking in it.

"Could it be Carlos's night?" Orville asks into the void.

"I doubt it. Definitely not a main character in this promotion," Jackson nonchalantly says.

While Carlos stood triumphant by the ropes, soaking in the moment, Damien Dynamite tries to capitalize with him hoisting Carlos a bit, but Carlos elbows "The Pussy Destroyer" on his neck. Carlos springboards into a tornado DDT on Dynamite. Dynamite favors his head before getting a boot to the chest. Carlos sizes him up before delivering a beautiful standing moonsault. Carlos gets up to celebrate again, but he gets dropped with a "WDS" (Snap Dragon Suplex) out of nowhere from a cunning James Black. Carlos rolls under the bottom rope to the apron.

"The countdown begins!" Orville says to build anticipation.

10… (James Black picks up Damien Dynamite by his hair…)

9…

8…

7… (James Black throws Damien's candy ass over the top rope!)

6…

5… ("2 down, 13 more to go!" Jackson says.)

4…

3…

2…

1… ("Who could it be?" Orville ponders again in repetition.)

It's the kind of place everybody can't go

Where ya might find yaself getting up off the flo'

In our part of town, we puts it down

And all off brand niggas gon have to move on 'round

James Black stares down the barrel as the 6'4" mahogany skinned behemoth known as Big Dean steps out from the back. His wooly black beard glistens as the sweat drips down from it. He wears a black bandanna, black elbow pads, and black wristbands with black pants and black boots.

"Relative newcomer to the southern Indy scene, Big Dean is ready to make an impact," Orville exposits.

"He was just on my TV screen four years ago before retiring from the NFL," Jackson follows.

Damien Dynamite staggers his way up the ramp, which causes him to bump into Big Dean. The larger man goozles him and yeets him over the guardrail with a biel before rushing the ring. James Black stomps on the much larger man to no avail. Dean shields himself from strikes from Black before laying in a clubbing right hand into James's midsection. He clubs down on Black's back and picks him up by the nape of his neck. He throws James Black left shoulder first into the turnbuckle before turning his attention to a semi-recovered Carlos Sanchez, who is trying to recuperate in the opposite corner.

"This guy is on a warpath," Orville states.

"He doesn't know holds, but he knows how to whoop somebody's ass," Jackson gravely says.

Dean measures up Carlos, and, then, he sprints at the prone Rainbow Warrior for a devastating corner splash, but Carlos moves out the way, leaving the aggressor stunned in the corner. However, Carlos foolishly sprints at Dean for a splash of his own. Dean catches him and overhead belly-to-belly suplexes over the top rope for the next elimination.

"The sheer power can just overwhelm anyone!" Jackson salivates.

"We're back on the clock!" Orville yells.

10… (James Black favors his left shoulder as he tries to formulate a plan…)

9…

8…

7… ("It's survival of the fittest in there, baby!" Jackson shouts while Dean stalks over to James Black)

6…

5…

4…

3… (Dean approaches James Black but eats turnbuckle from the 2nd most devastating move in all of sports entertainment, the drop toe hold…)

2…

1…

My mother said that I was holy

My father said that I would burn

My mother said I was an angel

My father said that I would turn

"The In-Between" plays throughout the arena as another tanned and muscular 6'2" guy runs into the match. The Dallas crowd cheers for the young man because he's rather familiar.

"That's "The Archangel" Jaiden Ramirez!" Orville says to the viewing audience at home on BETPlus.

"Another young guy on the Texas independent scene getting to wrestle in his hometown," Jackson nods.

While Dean shakes off the cobwebs, Ramirez slides into the ring and gets face to face with James Black. 'Hey! Hey! I'm not the biggest threat,' James tries to reason with Jaiden. 'Let's work together, then,' Jaiden suggests to the "Prodigy of Change", who responds with a nod. The two don't let the bigger man get out of the corner with a bunch of stomps, which keeps him from getting on both feet. They deliver clubbing blows to him, but he overpowers them, causing the two to roll away from him. Jaiden and James run back at him with dropkicks in stereo, which knows him back into the corner.

"Strange bedfellows are common in matches like these," Jackson comments.

"Like we've said before, it helps to have a temporary ally," Orville says.

James Black approaches Big Dean with a forearm smash and a chop. He moves out the way as Jaiden Ramirez runs in a back elbow. He follows it with a CCS Enzuigiri. James comes back with a couple of shoulder thrusts to help keep the big man at bay and making him take a seat, which sets up Ramirez to fly in with a cannonball.

"Gotta keep him down before he turns it around," Jackson advises.

"That's a sound strategy as the countdown starts back again!" Orville announces.

10…

9… ("We all know who it's gonna be!" Jackson says. "The future world champ!")

8…

7…

6… (James Black does a face wash to Big Dean, who rolls away, trying to get space…)

5…

4…

3… (Jaiden Ramirez and James Black pick him up…)

2…

1…

Icon (Instrumental) by Jaden Smith

"It's Black Leone, himself!" Orville yells as Ced walks out to the ring with a purpose.

"He's dead set on proving he belongs back on top!" Jackson concurs.

The self-proclaimed "King'' saunters down to the ring while Big Dean counters a double irish whip attempt from Ramirez and Black by planting his feet into the mat. They try again, only to be met with a double clothesline. Ced slides in the ring and assesses the situation. Dean springs into action towards Ced to strike and misses, which allows Ced to hit a float over DDT on the big man. It stuns Dean for a little bit, but he's back to a knee within a few seconds. "Black Leone'' stalks his prey as he gets back up to his feet. Ced grabs Dean and knees him in his midsection before putting him over his shoulder, getting ready for a running powerslam.

"Such power on a display!" Orville exclaims.

"He's showcasing why he's at the top of the food chain!" Jackson agrees.

Dean knees the smaller man in his back to make Ced drop him. Dean staggers for a second before going for a clothesline on Ced, who ducks it and immediately runs the ropes. Off the rebound, Dean gets split in half with a spear. 'THIS IS MY MOMENT!' Ced proclaims. 'None of you will take it from me!'

"Asserting dominance over the competition," Jackson nods.

"He is, but he needs to get that man over the top rope before he starts monologuing," Orville observes.

James Black and Jaiden Ramirez get up and see the monologuing Ced standing over Dean. 'Let's get his ass out!' Ced forcibly suggests to the pair. 'Fuck you, but alright,' James Black agrees as the three pick up the behemoth and try to maneuver him over the top rope as the countdown starts again.

10… (The trio struggles with the big man…)

9…

8… ("Getting him out would do wonders for the field…" Jackson comments.)

7…

6…

5…

4… (Big Dean tries to fight back with a couple punches to Jaiden Ramirez…)

3…

2…

1…

It's the kind of place everybody can't go

Where ya might find yaself getting up off the flo'

In our part of town, we puts it down

And all off brand niggas gon have to move on 'round

As "We Bang" plays, no one comes out the entrance way. "That's supposed to be the music for Dean's partner, Black Jack! Where is he?" Orville ponders.

"Hopefully at an outlaw mudshow so I won't have to see his bullshit," Jackson rolls his eyes as Ced gets underneath Big Dean and begins to lift him off his feet. "Gahdamnit!"

A blur of man in all-black and a mask runs past the announce desk with a chair and slides into the ring. The man cracks Ramirez, Ced, and James Black with chair shots to the back. The man takes off his mask to reveal brown skin and short 2002 Booker T dreads with a thin beard and mustache combo. The trio writhe in pain as the man laughs and Big Dean smiles. 'Let's line 'em up, Dean!' The smaller man tells his partner. 'Aight, Jack,' Dean replies with a sadistic smile.

"Oh, no! And it's all legal," Orville shakes his head in disappointment.

"We let the mudshow come here, fuck!" Jackson yells in frustration.

Big Dean gets Jaiden Ramirez up and brings him back down with a "Cooper Road Crush" (Pearl River Plunge). Black Jack laughs before hitting James Black in the back again with the chair to keep him down. James Black continues to writhe in pain as he rolls into the corner. 'Now, throw pretty boy outta here,' Black Jack instructs as Dean picks Ramirez up again and throws him over the top rope for the elimination. 'Now, it's time to slay "The King",' Black Jack announces with a twisted look. Dean picks up Ced, who tries to fall back down, but the big man handles him with ease. 'It's not your world, anymore!' Jack yells before swinging the chair, only to hit his partner in the head after Ced drops to the mat to avoid the chair shot. Jack goes to check on his partner, but James Black takes the man and throws him over the top rope. Dean continues to look staggered on the rope before Ced clotheslines over the top rope. James Black falls back into the corner to recover while Ced looks over at him.

"The CRB are out!" Orville yells.

"Thank the wrestling gods," Jackson says while he does the Sign of the Cross as the countdown begins again.

10… (Ced takes refuge in the opposite corner of James Black…)

9…

8… ("Who could be next?" Orville asks that same fucking question…)

7…

6…

5…

4… ("Please let it be someone better than the last guy," Jackson prays to the wrestling gods again…)

3…

2…

1…

You wanna try me, you wanna try me

You wanna try, you wanna try, you wanna try me

You wanna try me, well, here it go

You wanna try me, well, here it go

Out comes a black guy with a small black goatee and cornrows that were tied in the back into a manbun. He has a lean build, but he does have some defined muscle mass. He wears long, black tights with gold and white chain designs wrapped around both legs with the letters "Chosen One" on the back in gold letters, white wrist tape, black knee pads, and white boots under black kickpads with a white outline on them with the letters "YG" on the left kickpad in gold.

"That's 'The Chosen One' Kaden Cassanova!" Orville exclaims.

"I didn't know Slapnuts would sign to this bush-league company," Jackson rolls his eyes.

Kaden runs down to the ring and slides underneath the top rope. James Black tries to welcome with him with a wild lariat, but Kaden ducks the attempt and runs to the opposite rope. He springboards back to James Black to connect with a Slingblade. James Black gets back up to Cassanova roundhouse kicking him in his kidney and delivering a jumping enzuigiri to send him back to the mat. Ced comes in and tries to back suplex, but Kaden reverses to land on his feet and dropkick Ced in the back. Kaden gets back up and sees James Black rush at him. Kaden low-bridges to send James over the top rope, but he remains on the apron with a foot about to slip off. Kaden flips back to connect with a Pele kick to send James Black to the floor.

"James Black has been eliminated!" Orville calls. "Cassanova coming in red hot."

"Aww, great," Jackson pouts. "The third best thing about the match so far has been eliminated."

"Third?" Orville questions. "What were the first two?"

"First is the fact that this the last match on this shitshow, and second is that Ced and James Black were going to be ridding us of these flippy dippy do da jokers and other abominations to our great sport," Jackson rolls his eyes with the answer.

Kaden looks down at the eliminated James Black and smirks before taunting with a shot. 'I shoot. I don't miss,' he says before being thrown across the ring by Ced with a German suplex.

"Like he told Deon earlier, Kaden has to keep his eyes on the prize," Jackson reminds.

"Kaden has to be feeling loopy after that," Orville yells.

Ced stalks on his prey as Kaden recovers from the big throw. Kaden gets up and gets decapitated with a massive lariat, turning him inside out. The countdown begins again...

10… ("The clock gets to ticking!" Jackson yells..)

9…

8…

7…

6… ("King Caesar surely could be a favorite," Orville states…)

5…

4…

3… (Ced retreats back to the corner in order to rest…)

2…

1…

A lion's roar bellows throughout the arena to signal the arrival of the muscle of Generation M, King Caesar.

Come with me

Hail mary, nigga, run quick, see

What do we have here now

Do you wanna ride or die

King Caesar hurries onward to the ring, ready to destroy anything that walks. He and Ced meet each other in the middle and trade rights with one another until Caesar hits him with a few in a row. Caesar pushes Ced into the corner. Ced tries to cover up his face from the King of Beasts, but that opens up his body for the Brooklyn Beats (series of quick jabs to a cornered opponent). Ced sandbags and rolls onto the apron under the bottom rope. Caesar turns around into a shotgun dropkick from Kaden, which sends Caesar back first into the turnbuckle, but it fails to knock him down. Caesar tries to get a hold of Kaden, but he continues to utilize his speed advantage to ninja roll out of reach. Kaden runs to springboard back to Caesar for a Slingblade, but Caesar catches him. Caesar carries him around the center of the ring and Germans him and holds on to him. He transitions into a full nelson and throws him with a release Dragon Suplex, flipping Kaden directly onto his face.

"That Caesar has a chance at history if he keeps up this momentum!" Orville calls.

"That man has a better chance at marrying Madonna than getting out of the shadow of Monarchy," Jackson rolls his eyes.

Caesar picks up Kaden by the nape of his neck and delivers a clubbing to his back to send him back down to the mat. Caesar picks him back up and sets him up as he spins for a forceful discus lariat, turning him inside out. Caesar beckons the young high flyer to get back up as Kaden tries to shake off the cobwebs. Caesar grabs Kaden around the neck with both of his hands and biels him over the top rope for an elimination.

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I'm living in that 21st century

Doing something mean to it

Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it

Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it

I guess every superhero need his theme music

Freddy Escobar steps out from behind the curtain with a smirk on his face. He immediately sets his sights on Caesar Montana, not even paying a waiting Ced any attention. Ced just sat in the corner, licking his wounds. Caesar tries to maintain his composure as Freddy walks up the steps and into the center of the ring.

"Caesar Montana looks as if he's seen a ghost!" Orville remarks. "He has yet to move a muscle!"

"He knows Freddy could easily pick him apart in a matter of seconds," Jackson hypothesizes.

'Cmon, gimme your best shot, Caesar,' Freddy beckons before Caesar goes for a grapple, but Freddy slaps his hand away with a swim move to get behind him and mule kicks him in his calf, bringing him to his knees. Freddy runs the ropes and delivers the "Kingslayer" (Curb Stomp) to his much larger opponent, bouncing his head off the canvas and sending the dizzied big man to the opposite ropes, where Freddy runs at him and flies with a European uppercut to knock him over the top rope to a sizable pop.

"Just a couple of moments ago, Caesar was looking to dominate this match…" Orville begins.

"And now his big ass got sent over the top rope by the man whose coattail he rode for the better part of a decade," Jackson shrugs. "Thank God, Caesar Montana, World Champion, is a phrase I don't have to ever hear outside of the dark corners of Twitter."

Freddy Escobar looks on at the grounded Caesar and taunts him. 'I told you to stay out of my way,' he laughs before Ced tries to dump him over the top rope, but Freddy elbows his larger opponent in the back to stop the attempt.

"Ced almost had him another elimination," Jackson looks on.

"He's choosing to pick his spots and seizes opportunities when they present themselves," Orville comments.

"Which is why he is the smartest man in this match," Jackson praises.

Freddy charges at Ced and drops him with a Slingblade, which would be followed by a dropkick to the side of the head of Ced.

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Don't stop, Don't stop were in luck now!

Don't stop, there's no fun to be found

We can't find paradise

All we have to do is go!

"Cmon! This fucking guy again!" Jackson groans as Apollo Justice runs down to the ring to join the fray. He jumps in and throws a flying forearm to Ced. He delivers a chop to Freddy before superkicking Ced in the gut. He grabs Ced by the throat and grabs Freddy by the throat.

"He's a house of fire!" Orville yells in anticipation.

"He can't possibly do what I think he's trying to do," Jackson rolls his eyes in disbelief.

Ced and Freddy look stunned, but then, they remember who they are and swipe The Defender of Truth's arms down and simultaneous grab his neck to throw him over the top rope.

"Back to our regular scheduled programming," Jackson sleepily calls.

"Lighten up, Jackson. I'm sure you would have been just as excited as me if he actually did it," Orville chastises his older colleague.

Ced and Freddy look at their handiwork and chuckle a little bit. 'Little guy really thought he was gonna chokeslam me and you,' Freddy smirks. 'We just threw his ass out like imma do you,' Ced snarks back. Freddy halfheartedly chuckles before punching him. They duke it out, going back and forth until Freddy delivers catches back to back to back with more punches. He takes control of Ced's arm and wrenches it before catching with a bicycle knee strike to the jaw. Ced stumbles back and rebounds off the ropes with a wild lariat attempt, which Freddy counters into a floatover DDT. The crowd eats it up as Freddy stalks about the ring, waiting on his moment to strike. 'Let me make this easy,' Freddy says with a slight grin before going back for another "Kingslayer", but Ced catches with his patented "Double C Spinebuster" (Spinning Spinebuster), leaving both men down in the ring.

"Two worthy titans competing for a most covetous prize!" Orvile hyperbolizes.

"Finally, this is the stuff I agreed to commentate!" Jackson seems more interested.

Ced and Freddy both begin to stir after around 7 seconds on the mat, with Ced getting to his feet first. Ced grabs Freddy by his neck and hair and tries to power him over the top rope. He clubs on "The Prince" with impunity. 'Make this easy on me and save yourself the heartbreak,' Ced growls at Freddy, getting a bit overzealous. Freddy gives a Greco-Roman thumb to the eye to stop the elimination attempt. Freddy delivers a kick to the gut of Ced and locks in the front facelock. He takes Ced up and brings him down for a suplex. He holds on and brings him back up for another suplex. He gets back up and delivers another suplex. However, he keeps the front facelock in as he and Ced go back again, but Freddy drops him down with a Fisherman's suplex. Freddy kips up to another pop as he does the Latino Heat shimmy in tribute to his cousin's uncle.

"Freddy Escobar taking control. He's gotta do something quick and get Ced out," Orville calls.

"Correctomundo, partner. Can't waste too much showing off. There's a title at stake here!" Jackson warns.

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A-a-aye, I'm on vacation

Every single day 'cause I love my occupation

A-a-aye, I'm on vacation

If you don't like your life, then you should go and change it

"Not this carny nerd!" Jackson's annoyance is immediately felt. Briskly walks out is none other than the "Gym Rat" Jack Jordan. He stops in the middle of the entrance ramp to get in a couple of extra squats. "You're supposed to warm up in the locker room, you dumbass!" Jackson yells at Jack, as if he could hear him. Freddy just looks at the guy in disbelief. He's just confused at the presence of the man that was walking into the middle of the ring to greet him.

"Who let this guy in the building?" Freddy questions.

"The name is Jack Jordan. Ronnie let me in the building," Jack says with a grin and extends his hand out. "Now, let's do this clean and fair. I've looked up to you a lot. I used to watch all your matches in the Ringleader's tent."

"Bro, what?" Freddy is even more confused, now, but he decides to just punch Jack instead to end the interaction at that.

"Less talking, more fighting," Jackson yells again.

"I don't know if he was trying to be nice or strategic," Orvillee says, equally puzzled.

Jack blocks the punch from Freddy and slaps the chest of "The Prince". He follows this up with a jawbreaker and a jumping neckbreaker. Ced immediately drops the newcomer with a "Creeping Death" (Bobby Roode's Northern Lariat). Ced picks up the newcomer and places him on the ropes. He sizes him up before charging with a clothesline that sends him over the top rope, but Jack keeps a firm grasp of the rope to stay on the apron. Ced pays this no mind as he sets his sights back on Freddy Escobar. Freddy is up but is on the receiving end of a Ced european uppercut. Ced follows this up with a solid forearm strike and puts on the front facelock to lift Freddy up in the air. He walks around with "The Prince" to the middle of the ring and brings him down with an emphatic suplex.

"Looks like we're starting to get to the home stretch," Orville says as the countdown begins again.

"That sounds great. Maybe this will end sooner rather than later," Jackson kicks up his feet.

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Fumbling his confidence

And wondering why the world has passed him by

Hoping that he's bet for more than arguments

And failed attempts to fly

Fly

To the apathy of the crowd, Mason Rivers runs out to the ring into a big clothesline from Ced that turns him inside out. 'Now, what was I doing?' Ced asks himself. 'Oh, yeah, back to eliminating Freddy.' Ced goes over to Freddy, who was recovering in the corner. He stomps on Freddy a couple of times before proceeding to choke him with his boot.

"Ced completely dismissing the ultimate underdog in Mason Rivers," Orville spoke.

"I would, too. It's not like he's gonna be anything more than a ragdoll," Jackson says while inspecting his nails.

Jack Jordan walks over to Mason and extends a hand. 'Hi, I'm Jack Jordan. Do you wanna team up and try to take out the others?' Mason just looks at the guy, confused at the sudden display of compassion and alliance offer. 'Uh…okay,' he stammers out.

"Mason Rivers should accept it. This might be his only chance at ever being a World Champion," Jackson advises.

"That's very true. As goofy as it may seems, strength in numbers are a key factor in the late game," Orville agrees.

Ced continues to try to muscle Freddy over the top rope to no avail as Freddy sandbags to stay in the ring. Jack and Mason just watch the other two as fight like children to throw each other over. 'So…yeah, I'll take you up on that offer,' Mason accepts the proposal. Jack immediately starts to go over towards Ced and Freddy, but Mason holds his arm out to stop him. 'Nope, nope. Let them tire each other out.' Mason stops him. The two continue to watch as Ced and Freddy continue to waste their energy.

"Well, this shit is getting kind of boring," Jackson yawns.

"At this point, I'm ready for this to be over with," Orville agrees. "But, the countdown is starting once again."

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I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone

You bled me dry just like the tears you never show

Why don't you take what you want from me?

Take what you need from me

"The West Coast Thrilla" Brett Halloway comes from out the curtain. He's the 15th entrant. The rest of the competitors look on in intrigue as he swaggers his way down to the ring. Ced looks at Freddy, 'We'll finish this later.' Freddy cocks his eyebrow. 'Agreed.'

"Brett Halloway is here! Business just picked up!" Orville perks up again.

"A big man with fresh legs is a deadly combination," Jackson notes.

The Big Boi makes his presence known when Jack Jordan goes on the offensive. He throat thrusts the Gym Rat and sends to the mat with a stinging Grizzly Magnum. Mason Rivers throws a couple of roundhouse kicks to the leg, but Brett pushes Mason back. Mason rushes at Brett, who pops him up and brings him back down with a powerbomb and powerbombs Mason again. He maintains his grip on Mason and runs towards the ropes and powerbombs Mason over the top rope and through the announce table.

"Got damnit! Mason Rivers is on top of me!'' Jackson yells with annoyance.

"Such an impressive display from Brett Halloway! Could we be looking at our first champ?" Orville continues as if nothing happened.

As Brett celebrates his display of dominance, Ced and Freddy try to power Brett over the top rope, but he elbows both of them to get them off of him. He jabs Freddy once. He jabs Freddy twice. He spins around and drops "The Prince" with a discus elbow. Ced tries to grapple Brett, but he finesses his way out and runs the rope to deliver a crossbody block on Ced. Jack Jordan tries to catch Brett off guard with "Leg Day" (Superkick), but Brett catches his foot. Brett spins him around and throws him down to the mat with authority with a full nelson slam. After this, Freddy Escobar brings Brett Halloway to a knee with a chop block. He follows this up with a bicycle knee strike to the back of Brett's head.

"Freddy doing the smart thing," Orville notes.

"Playing it smart and picking his spots. He definitely is," Jackson agrees. "The countdown begins for the final man…"

"We all know who he is. He just won earlier tonight," Orville speaks about Deon.

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Bankroll after bankroll, big money!
I like it

Bankroll after bankroll

A million dollars on my mind, a hunnid G's at a time, nigga!

Like he was shot out of a cannon, Deon Blade runs down to the ring. Ced decides to chill in the corner with a smirk on his face. Deon sends Freddy Escobar to the mat with a bicycle kick. Jack Jordan goes to strike the fresh man, but Deon ducks and runs right by him to run the ropes and delivers an emphatic Pounce on the rebound that sends him over the top rope for an elimination. 'Bye bye, Jack. Don't ever come back!' Deon taunts to the man before turning to see Ced putting the boots to Brett Halloway to keep him down. 'You take big boy, here. I'll handle Escobar,' Ced instructs Deon, who nods in agreement.

"It pays to have friends," Jackson reminds.

"Work smarter, not harder is a good motto," Orville nods.

Deon picks up Halloway and pushes him over to the corner. He lays in a couple of forearm strikes to Brett Halloway, but the tide turns when Halloway guzzles him to throw him into the corner. A couple of body shots softens up Blade before he gets squished by a Stinger splash. Halloway tries to muscle his headband wearing opponent over the top rope, but an eye rake forces the big man off of Deon for the time being. Deon takes down Brett with a chop block to the back of the left knee. He starts teeing off on Brett with crossface punches before Brett rolls underneath the bottom rope.

Freddy Escobar has Ced on the top turnbuckle, trying to get him over, but Deon grabs him from behind, around his waist, for a german suplex. However, Freddy is able to maintain his center of gravity and elbows the larger man off of him. He, then, blocks a punch from Ced and sends a forehand chop to the King's chest before giving a knife-edged chop to his associate. He puts Ced on the ropes with a forearm and a European uppercut. Deon's clothesline attempt on the smaller man gets reversed with a hammerlock DDT. Freddy gets on the second rope, waiting for Deon to get back up, and he drops Deon with a beautiful Blockbuster. Ced catches Freddy with a facebreaker knee smash. Ced picks up Freddy and throws him over the top, but Freddy hangs onto the ropes and stays on the apron. Ced keeps trying to push him off, but Freddy gets low and between the middle and top rope. Ced has him in the front facelock with Freddy steadily trying to push him back into the ring. Freddy manages to power Ced over the top, causing both men to be on the apron. They trade punches once again before Freddy kicks Ced in the knee to make him lose his balance. 'Adios, brother,' Freddy says as he prepares to kick Ced off the apron before he gets POOOUNCED off the apron. Freddy's eye twitches in annoyance as Deon begins to celebrate.

"Freddy Escobar has been eliminated by Deon Blade!" Orville shockingly exclaims.

"Always gotta have eyes in the back of your head in this business," Jackson shrugs.

Ced crawls back under the bottom rope and sighs in relief as Deon beats on his chest like a wild man. He walks around and starts jawing towards the camera before a certain Big Boi spawned behind him like a NPC in a video game. Brett taps him on the shoulder, causing the cocky ex-footballer to turn around into a flurry of punches from Brett. Brett sends him into the ropes before hitting Deon with a crossbody avalanche. Ced runs in and gets popped up for a big thrust spinebuster. 'I'm ready! I'm always ready! Keep it coming!' Brett beckons to both of his opponents, who gingerly get up from the mat. Brett hits Deon with an elbow and drops Ced with a clothesline before he runs the ropes to deliver the "West Coast Driveby" (Pounce, shoulder tackle variant). Brett is feeling it as the crowd loudly cheers him on. He throws Ced across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Brett picks Ced back up and hoists him up in the air and walks around him before bringing back to the mat with a suplex.

"Could it be Brett's night? Could it be?" Orville ponders.

"That certainly could be a welcomed surprise," Jackson shrugs, once more.

Brett picks Ced up and throws him over his shoulder to march and muscle him over the top rope, but Deon pulls Ced down by his legs. The duo push Brett into the ropes and put him back down with a double thrust spinebuster. Deon and Ced glance at each other and chuckle as if they know exactly what they're going to do. Deon delivers an elbow drop on the grounded Brett. He gets back up as Ced drops a knee drop on Brett's head. They stomp a mudhole in him as they laugh. 'It's just too easy!' Deon laughs as the crowd boos. 'Pick his ass up,' Ced tells his associate. Deon picks him up before irish whipping Brett into the patented "Double C Spinebuster". Ced flexes over the prone Halloway before punching him over and over again in the mounted position. 'This is my moment! This is my company! This is my championship!' Ced proclaims over the Big Boi. 'Woah, woah, woah. It's my turn, now, brudda,' Deon laughs at this sight. Ced picks up Brett and positions for a POOUNCE from Deon. The two men circle around the downed the man in triumph. Deon goes over and flexes toward the crowd.

"Now, they just gotta get him over the top rope," Orville shakes his head in disappointment.

"They're too busy fellating themselves to care about that, Orville," Jackson shrugs, one more time.

"Wait a minute–"

Ced comes up from behind and dumps Deon over the top rope! Deon's jaw is agape at the betrayal from Ced, who gives a simple shrug of indifference. 'You mothafucka!' Deon yells at his associate as he slaps on the apron before heading to the back.

"I said you gotta keep eyes in the back of your head, Orville. What did I say?" Jackson shrugs as the bell rings to single the end of the battle royal.

"Once again, your condescending advice is correct," Orville rolls his eyes at his partner. "In the match beyond, it's going to be Brett Halloway and Ced! One on one with Anthony Dre as the special referee," he announces. "Speak of the devil, himself."

The Dre's music plays back through the arena again as Anthony Dre walks down the ramp without a shirt on, but he has the referee stripes painted on his stomach and back and basketball shorts. Accompanying him to the ring is none other than the annoyed Ronald Wilson, Jr. and the MIP World Heavyweight Championship.

"Dre, you better not fuck me on this," Ronald warns Mr. Ten Stars.

"The Dre graduated at the top of his class at Reffing for Dumbasses," The Dre responds after chugging a beer that he stole from a fan in the front row and slides into the ring. Ronald shakes his head before taking his place beside Orville and Jackson.

While being intently watched by the big boss, The Dre stands in between Ced and Halloway, the two titans colliding for the title.

"The Dre wants a good clean match, or The Dre will decide a winner," Mr. Ten Stars says with a chuckle as the competitors come forehead to forehead with each other.

"You ain't got your goon with you," Brett tells his more experienced opponent with an air of confidence. "It's finna be Big Boi Season, my guy."

"Kid, you ain't stepping between me and destiny," Ced snarls back.

The two circle each other around the ring as the bell rings. Like magnets, the two meet in the middle with a lock up. Almost immediately, Brett overpowers Ced and throws him back. Ced slinks into the corner to recover. He looks up at Brett in amazement. It's just him against a tank. One on one. Brett smiles at him before yelling to the crowd, 'WHO AM I?!'

"BIG! BOY! BRETT!" The crowd responds back as he points to himself, RVD style.

"Brett Halloway making it known that this moment isn't too big for him!" Orville calls.

"Not many guys gets 'The King' flustered," Jackson replies.

Ced shakes off the display of power. He gets back up as Brett rushes him in the corner, but Ced dodges him. He delivers a forearm to Brett's back and turns him over in the corner. Ced delivers a crispy knife-edged chop as the crowd lets out a WOOOO. He delivers another crispy knife-edged chop to the same reaction. Ced nods in approval and walks about with a finger to his lips to shush the crowd. He goes back over to Halloway, who surprises him with a headbutt. Halloway goozles Ced and throws him into the corner. Halloway delivers deliberate body shot after deliberate body shot to Ced's abdomen. Halloway gives Ced a forearm strike to the face before going for the 10 punches.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…" the crowd calls as Halloway punches down on "Black Leone", but Ced gets his hands in position and powerbombs Halloway. Ced stacks him up for the pin, and The Dre goes down for the count.

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2.57 (KICKOUT!)

"Don't fucking slow count me, Dre!" Ced tells the special guest referee.

"The Dre would never do such a thing," Anthony Dre replies with a shit eating smirk.

Ced grabs Halloway by the hair and delivers a European uppercut that dazes the bigger man for a second. Ced knees Brett in the gut and wrenches Brett's arm. He yanks on it to give some discomfort to the big man, but Brett pulls him and knocks him on his ass with an emphatic shoulder tackle. Brett runs the ropes as Ced gets up and puts him back down with a running crossbody. The Dre goes down to make the count as Brett shoots the half…

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2.33 (KICKOUT!)

They both quickly get up with Ced attempting a running crossbody of his own, only to be caught by Halloway, who walks around the ring with Ced. With a roar of impending triumph, Brett throws Ced across the ring with a fallaway slam. Brett picks up Ced by the neck and laughs in his face before throwing him like a ragdoll with a big biel throw. 'It's my time, now, baby. It's the Big Boi's time!' Brett proclaims to the crowd while Ced gets up again from the throw. Brett sets him up high in the sky and brings him back to the Earth with an atomic drop that sends The King flopping around the ring like a fish.

"It seems like the end is near," Orville watches on. "Ced might be on borrowed time."

"Damn right he might be!" Jackson replies in accord. "He's gotta find another way besides the power game."

Ced crawls away to the corner as Brett walks at a slasher villain pace. 'You're only delaying the inevitable, King,' Brett smiles at his cowering opponent. As Brett bends down to pick Ced back up, he receives a Graeco-Roman to the eye. At this opening, Ced springs back up and runs the ropes and tears through Brett with a spear! He hooks the leg…

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2.93 (KICKOUT!)

"Ced is so close, but, yet, so far from attaining gold," Orville calls.

"He's gotta go for the Deathbomb. It's gonna be all over with the Deathbomb," Jackson prognosticates.

As if he can hear Jackson's exact words, Ced picks up his larger opponent and gets him in the fireman's carry position. He struggles to the middle of the ring with Halloway, who slides off of Ced's shoulders and pushes him into the ropes. Brett catches Ced off the rebound and lays him back down with an emphatic sitout chokebomb. Dre goes for the count…

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Ced rolls up Brett with a jackknife pin…

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Both men get back to their feet. Ced runs at Brett, but he gets popped up for a powerbomb. Brett goes down to a knee. 'This is my moment. This is my moment,' Brett tells himself as he gets back up to his feet. He drags Ced by the leg into his range before ascending to the top rope.

"He's going for the Thrillsault!" Orville screams with excitement.

"Big men should stay on the ground, damnit!" Jackson protests at the sight of Halloway on the top rope.

Brett does the Sign of the Cross and flys through the air for the Thrillsault and misses as Ced rolls towards the corner. Ced, sensing the opportunity of the moment, starts to rise in the corner. 'Cmon, get up, big boy. One more and you're done,' Ced grits his teeth. Brett rises to his feet, only to be met with another emphatic spear from Ced. Ced picks the larger man, once more, and puts him on his shoulders. He struggles to the middle of the ring again, but this time drops Brett down with the "Deathbomb" (Fireman's carry neckbreaker slam/Roode Bomb).

"That's it!" Orville laments.

"First champ!" Jackson calls.

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DING DING DING

"Your winner and first ever MIP World's Heavyweight Champion, Ced!" Alexis Garcia calls out as Ronald Wilson steps into the ring.

"Brett Halloway had Ced dead to right, but that Thrillsault did him in," Orville explains.

"I told you big man should stay on the mat. No business trying to fly, damnit," Jackson reiterates.

Ronald enters into the ring with the the championship. Ced immediately grabs the belt from Ronald and cradles it towards his bosom as he goes back to the mat with tears in his eyes and a shit eating grin. "Congratulations, Ced," is the only thing that Ronald can manage to say before shrugging his shoulders and exiting the ring with The Dre. Ced continues to laugh hysterically as he clutches his championship. The world is his…


A/N: Sup, guys. Apologies for the long delay with this, but several things happened in the past several months. Depression, writer's block, grief, and all that was making me stall with this, but I hope I don't have another absence like this again, especially with me going back to school in the fall. I hope y'all enjoy this chapter. It's rushed in spots, I'll admit. Please give me some constructive criticism. I really need it, my guy.

Next episode

What to expect: Ced's celebration, the beginning of the Unlimited Championship Tournament, the continuation of the MIP Women's World Championship Tournament [1], meeting more of the roster

What not to expect: An exact date of upload XD

Notes: [1] The Bombshell Showcase is being renamed to the MIP Women's World Championship Tournament, [2] If you'd to know my original plans that were scrapped for certain things, just holla at me, bro bro.