The excitement inside the Academy is palpable, as Uprising: Road to Hell opens to a sudden boom of pyros and a roaring audience, all of them on their feet as they look forward to the center of the ring; where Omega and Elijah stand in the middle together, hand in hand. The two remain silence for several minutes, leaving the microphones in their opposite hands rested against their sides as they continue to be showered by the love of the Yorkshire fans.
“THANK YOU OMEGA” *clap clap clap* “THANK YOU ELIJAH!” *clap clap clap*
Elijah greets the crowd with a smile and a small nod, Omega does a curtsey and blows a kiss to the crowd. Finally, she raises the microphone to her lips and the audience immediately falls silent to listen to their crazed heroine.
Omega: Welcome one and all to the Academy’s grandest-est of shows. Rising higher than a stairway to heaven, more exciting than a walkway to purgatory, this is - UPRISING: THE ROAD TO HELL! We have an awesometastic night planned for all you girlies and gents!
Elijah nods at his love as she gazes over at him for adoration. They share a quick embrace, before she continues on.
Omega: Six huge matches, with implications beyond belief as we go forward with the Academy and finally crown our first World Heavyweight champion! Will it be that stinky, icky Rayne Kancer who has turned to the darkside and joined the scumbag Sahny poo, or will be it be the valiant, do-no-gooder turned do-gooder Jace Valentine, as our new champ!? Speaking of the Academy Title, I wanted to make a quick announcement regarding that championship. You see, next week on the Academy, the winner of Kancer vs. Valentine will go one on one with…
“NOT SO FAST!”
Omega’s announcement is cut short as the most hated man in Championship Wrestling Federation, the wretched CEO himself, Jaiden Rishel appears on top of the entrance ramp. He takes in the sound of several thousand fans booing as loud as they can towards him, even putting his right hand to his ear as if to say he can’t hear them. Rishel laughs, putting his hands out to quiet the fans finally, but they do not go silent, instead continuing to jeer him at somehow at even more intense decibel.
Jaiden Rishel: I hate to tell yo…
“FUCK YOU JAIDEN!!!” *clap clap clap clap clap*
Jaiden Rishel: I am sorry Omega, but I hate to…
“BOOOO!!”
Jaiden Rishel: Shut the hell up already, all of you! I have an announcement to make, god damn it! Now Omega, Elijah, ever since the very first Academy show broadcast on Sunset Productions television, under association with CWF, I have found myself sickened. You see, I am not a man who likes to give away control of anything. Call me a megalomaniac, call me an asshole, call me whatever you like, but the day that Chaolin Sahn and I ripped this company from my father’s pathetic hands, this company became MINE!
Omega looks confused and worried in the ring, while Elijah simply paces back and forth, before looking straight up towards the ramp and putting the microphone up.
Elijah: Whatever point it is you wish to make, make it quickly. Parasitic little man. Your father was many things, an opportunist, an exploiter. An enemy of my beloved and I and so many others. Yet he fought his way to the top, understood the nature of people and business and the bigger picture. He never demanded respect such as yourself. He proved himself by his actions. You merely stepped in and usurped his creation, seized the empire he built with little understanding and zero respect.
Your reign of arrogance and petty vindictiveness will not last, Jaiden. You are an ingrate and a fool.
“YOU’RE A FOOL!” *clap clap clap* “YOU’RE A FOOL!”
Jaiden Rishel: I said shut up! Elijah, you son of a bitch, you want to know who the fools are? You and your “love” there, Omega. You two are fucking fools if you thought that you could mosey on into MY company and have this god forsaken show every other week. Evolution is the crowning achievement of CWF, and it will no longer be shadowed over by your god damned Academy! It’s over, done, caput.
I have had extensive talks with my lawyers, sat down and read the paperwork of your contract that you signed with my father, and I have found a very important clause. The clause states that “The CWF reserves the rights to unilaterally terminate the Academy show if the agreement can be shown to be detrimental to the CWF’s interests.” Something put in by the shareholders, that they thought would just be a formality, boy were they wrong.
The hostility between Elijah, Omega, Eris, Jace Valentine, and the rest of the Academy towards the Eternals, and CWF is general is enough for me to invoke this clause. I will no longer step aside and see this war continue to destroy everything I am trying to build.
It ends tonight.
I will not do you two ingrates the disservice of shutting down this show at this very moment, mostly because I do not want to deal with the liability of paying every one of these fan’s their money back for Uprising. But this is it. I don’t give a shit where you two and your family full of weirdos live and train, but this is the final Academy show that CWF will broadcast.
“BOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
The lights begin to flicker suddenly, finally calming down the angry British fans. As they come back on the guitar riffs of “I Apologize” by Five Finger Death Punch momentarily brush the PA system, coming off just seconds later as the small Tron lights up behind Jaiden Rishel to show a face he never thought he would see again. The face of his father, and former owner of CWF, J. RISH! Rish sits poolside on a sprawled out lawn chair, at a resort in some unknown location, a tropical drink in his hand. The crowd inside the Academy claps, screams and stomps in pure excitement, and the face of Jaiden Rishel is as priceless as it gets.
J. Rish: Well hello there, son.
Jaiden is furious, stomping his foot down in a hissy fit on top of the ramp. Inside the ring, Elijah and Omega look up at the tron with much interest.
J. Rish: I have to tell you Jaiden, you really have done a great job with CWF since you and that crazy son of a bitch Sahn forced my departure. And by a great job, I mean you’ve done a great job dragging my company into the fucking dirt in just a matter of months!
A sudden cheer, and even a few laughs come from the sold out crowd.
J. Rish: But that is not the reason that I interrupt you and your little “announcement” tonight, my boy. No, actually, I regret to inform that you are absolutely incorrect in every statement you just made. There is no way that the war between some members of the Academy and the Eternals group, a war that YOU created by the way, is enough to shut down these shows and put an end to the agreement that Elijah, Omega, and myself signed in to be. These kind of things must be handled in court, Jaiden, you of all people should know this.”
Jaiden shakes his head, the anger building up in him and nearly boiling over.
Jaiden: Fuck you, “dad”. Fuck you and fuck this Academy. I am telling you without a shadow of a doubt, this is it. I guarantee you that Sunset Productions will no longer show the Academy on our television network, and I guarantee that whoever walks out of tonight’s main event as the new World champion may as well lead the other member’s of this pathetic roster right to the unemployment line.
Elijah: Enough! I will not stand idly by and let you destroy everything Omega and I built.
Jaiden: Too late. Who is the fool now, Elijah?
On the tron, J. Rish shakes his head, and chuckles.
J. Rish: Okay Jaiden, if you want to be a difficult ingrate just like you have been your entire life, then we can do it your way. I will see you in court. Oh, and I’ll see you at Hellbound too.
“OOOHHH!!”
J. Rish winks at the camera, before the Tron shuts off leaving Jaiden Rishel steaming, walking back and forth before he finally looks up towards the ring.
Jaiden: I am outta here, enjoy your fucking show, assholes.
Jaiden Rishel throws his microphone down in anger, leaving through the curtain as the camera turns to the ring where Omega and Elijah look in shock.
The Sweet Sound of Tapping Out
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We cut backstage where Tara Robinson stands with a microphone.
Tara Robinson: Hello Academy fans, I’m right outside the dressing room of the “Samoan Tapout Machine” Kendo in hopes of getting a word right before his fourway opening match.
Tara slowly opens the door and sees Kendo jumping in place with JT Blackman giving him a pep talk.
JT Blackman: This is it Kendo! This is your time and your match.
Tara Robinson: Excuse me…
JT quickly turns towards Tara.
JT Blackman: EGH! What the hell do you need!?
Tara Robinson: I was hoping to get a word with Kendo right before his match with…
JT swipes the mic out of Tara’s hand.
JT Blackman: Let me explain something to you as easy as I can. Nobody talks to my client without my permission so go ahead…ask.
JT puts the mic in front of her as she looks a little confused and speaks again.
Tara Robinson: Can I have a word with…
JT suddenly takes the mic out of her face, snatching it right away from her.
JT Blackman: Actually, I’m not going to give you the opportunity to talk to the man who is focused, determined, and ready to get in the ring in front of the CWF crowd here in Yorkshire, England and do what he does best and that’s beating the holy hell out of anyone in his way. Unfortunately tonight, that’s dedicated for Pandalike, Teeny Mars, and Roger Rogers. Just look at him…go ahead look at him.
Tara looks at Kendo who is still jumping in place with an intense look on his face.
JT Blackman: That is a look of a man that fears nothing! He has put the past behind him and CWF better be ready for this monster to be released on those 3 men in the ring and ready to hear this sound.
JT slaps his hand on a chair 3 times.
JT Blackman: You know what that sound is??
Tara looks completely confused and shakes her head no.
JT Blackman: Of course you don’t. That is the sound of one of those men; or all three, tapping out to the “Samoan Tapout Machine” KENDO!! Let’s go big man.
JT walks out with Kendo following right behind him as the camera goes back to Tara looking slightly shaken as the scene goes black.
After all four competitors make it to the ring, the Academy official calls for the bell, but the fans inside the arena are still somewhat deflated from hearing the announcement that this will be the final Academy show broadcasted by CWF. However, they quickly come to their feet as Pandalike runs at Teeny Mars with reckless abandonment, tossing himself in the air and nailing a big splash that sends both men flying over the top rope!
Roger Rogers looks very wearily at Kendo, the very fragile legend fearful of the Samoan Tap Out Machine. Kendo stares at him without a blink, and seconds later is on top of him, reigning down thunderous right hands that back Rogers up into the corner. Kendo bashes the back of his head off the top turnbuckle, before grasping him in with both arms and soaring him through the air with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! Kendo goes for a quick cover. 1….2..No! Pandalike is back in to break the fall.
The undefeated Pandalike boots the back of Kendo, doing nothing more than infuriating the massive man. Kendo heaves himself to his feet and shoots an elbow right across the jaw of Pandalike, nearly taking him off his feet. After sending Pandy into the ropes, Kendo catches him, BRIDGING TIGER SUPLEX! 1….2...No! Teeny Mars now breaks up up the fall, coming off the top rope with an elbow drop to both Kendo and Pandalike!
Kendo is now absolutely furious. JT Blackman tries to console his Samoan Tap Out Machine, telling him to stay calm and collected from the outside of the ring. At this point, Kendo is not listening and has practically blacked out, as he absolutely explodes, screaming out in anger and suplexing all three opponents around the ring at will. When he is once again the only man left standing, Kendo raises his arms in the air to a solid response. He makes his way over to Teeny Mars, quickly placing him a REAR NAKED CHOKE! Teeny doesn’t even think about fighting the hold, tapping out immediately!
“Virus” by KMFDM once again plays as JT Blackman celebrates the huge victory with Kendo, raising up his clients bulky arm in the air proudly.
Change
Jace Valentine is shown standing backstage. His foot taps in anxious anticipation as he raises his cell phone to his ear.
Jace Valentine: Jesus, woman, are you almost here?
The voice of his mother comes through the other line.
Vivian Valentine: Excuse your tone, Jace. We are on our way.
Jace Valentine: Our?
Vivian Valentine: Both of your sisters and I.
Jace Valentine: Oh, so they're coming too?
Vivian Valentine: Yes. Jace, look, we just want to put our troubled past behind us. We are proud of you for stepping back into that ring we really are. See you soon.
Jace Valentine: Yeah, see you soon.
Jace hangs up the phone, an awkward smirk marking the surrealest of moments. His mother... was proud of him? Jace never thought he would hear those words in his life, but I guess there was a first for everything. After everything he had done to his family...how could she forgive him? How could she be proud of him? No, that's impossible.
In an effort to retain his CWF World Heavyweight Championship, Jace had to throw his father into harm's way. Well, he didn't HAVE to, but that was the easy way out. That injury led the old man to his grave, and Jace was responsible. Vivian Valentine spent every waking day of her life at that point to make sure that Jace knew he was responsible.
So what changed?
Think back, when Vivian had paid off a hired hitman, Felix Malone, to teach Jace a lesson. It didn't work out. Every scheme Vivian brainstormed up to sabotage Jace's career, it didn't work out. Jace was too cunning, Jace was too smart.
So what changed?
Part of Jace is happy. Why is part of Jace happy? This is terrible news. With the Academy championship match on the horizon, Vivian Valentine is the last person Jace wants in the front row of the crowd. And his two sisters, Lilian and Lizzy, they are medusa women with vile serpents coming out of their cunts. Harpy ladies that will suck your dick but never kiss your lips, like Rayne Kancer.
Jace must be getting soft. He's slipping. He should have realized his mother's true intentions early. He could have nipped this in the bud, he could have told her the wrong arena, somewhere in bumfucked Egypt or Kalamazoo. But no, she is coming here. She is on the Road to Hell, figuratively and literally. Jace is cracking. Jace is making mistakes.
No, we can't have this.
Jace Valentine: I must be losing my fucking mind.
The camera pans out and Danny Gordy is in the hallway approaching Jace.
Danny Gordy: Well, you better get your shit together, boy, cause you got a big one coming up.
Jace chuckles, clearly frustrated and scramble-minded.
Jace Valentine: Boy? Do you know who you're talking to? I'm not just another rookie looking to make a name for myself. I am the name around here. I am the star. You seem like a smart guy, don't you see that? This match is big? Please. This match is already in the bag. Rayne Kancer is done, already, no matter how many vipers crawl out of her snatch. No match is bigger than the last when you get to where I've been. The only thing bigger than me is your waist band... boy.
Danny Gordy: You better watch yourself...
Jace cuts him off.
Jace Valentine: Or what? You'll run me down on some social media? It's all been done before, man. This people hate me already, I get that, but I beat the likes of you on the daily. If you want to get in the ring with the best, I suggest you stick around for a few shows and prove yourself, Tubby.
Jace starts to walk away. Gordy laughs.
Danny Gordy: You talk shit, you'll get hit.
Camera fades to black.
Showing a sign of great sportsmanship, Aphmau Enders and Yedah shake hands to start off the bout, an act that is cheered from the Academy fans. Enders quickly goes on the offense right out of the gate however, pulling the arm of Yedah to take him down with an arm drag. She stays on the right arm of the Hero, wrenching it backward as hard as she can. Yedah is right back to his feet, fighting out before sending her flying into the ropes. HERO KICK! The impact of boot grazing skin resounds through the Academy, and Yedah quickly follows it up by going for the cover. 1….2-Kickout!
After barely getting a two count, Yedah is quickly back to his feet, followed by Enders who ducks under a clothesline attempt. Headlock Driver by Aphmau Enders! She immediately goes back to the right arm of Yedah, stomping down on it with rapid kicks. Enders leans back against the ropes, comes back and leg drops the arm of Yedah!
She attempts to end the match quickly, going for an armbar that our Hero somehow fights out of, pushing her away and rolling out of the ring to regroup. Breathing heavily through his blue mask, Yedah staggers around trying to regain his senses. But Enders will not allow that to happen, as she sprints across the ring, through the ropes, SUICIVE DIVE! The crowd is going wild at this point but the dive leaves Yedah flying backward into the barricade, of course, his right shoulder taking the largest part of the damage.
Enders hears the official beginning to count out both competitors, and quickly picks Yedah and brings him back into the ring. She mounts the back of her opponent, placing him in a camel clutch. Our Hero yelps out in agony, but somehow, some way fights through the pain and gets to his feet with Enders still dangling on his back. Electric Chair Drop! Yedah now heads to the top rope, FROG SPLASH-NO! Aphmau gets her knees up, crushing the sternum of Yedah as he lands! Seconds later, Enders wraps her legs around the damaged arm of Yedah, SCISSORS ARM BAR! There is nothing Yedah can do but scream as his arm makes a loud, sadistic snap. He taps out immediately with his only free arm. It’s over!
“The Goddess of the Sun” by Aelipse plays again and the crowd are on their feet, some cheering and some in complete shock of what transpired. Aphmau actually looks sympathetic as she gets to her feet, pushing the official away from her as he tries to raise her hand in victory, and instead going over to check on Yedah. She shakes her head, frustrated because she may have injured a fellow competitor, but knowing deep down she had to do everything she could to get the win.
An Interview with Maya
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We cut backstage to where Maya Jensen and Annabelle were talking we don’t really catch the last parts of it before Tara Robinson walked up to the duo.
Tara Robinson: Hey there Maya, care for a few words?
Maya looks to Annabelle a moment before turning to Tara.
Maya Jensen: Sure.
Maya walks a little closer so the two were now center frame in the camera. As they start Tara begins her introduction.
Tara Robinson: Hello CWF and Academy Fans out there, I’m Tara Robinson and with me is up and comer Maya Jensen.
Maya gives a nod before Tara looks to her.
Tara Robinson: So big match you have here tonight. As it will be against one Hayden Allister. Now you specifically asked Hayden for that match, even before it was known rather he would be in the Tournament Finals for the Academy Championship. Care to comment?
Maya Jensen: I know he had that semi-finals match. But he was the one who decided to attack me and those other guys before Evolution 2.
Tara Robinson: Yeah, but why not wait?
Maya Jensen: Would you wait if someone blinded sided you like he did to me?
Tara had to think about it.
Tara Robinson: Well I’m not sure.
Maya Jensen: Well, not many people would. Besides, what would it matter anyways? I mean yeah it would be double booked tonight, had he not lost, but so what? I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve been double booked at a PPV. More specifically it’d be easier to count how many times I’ve not been double booked at a PPV. It’s just par for the course and if Hayden’s supposed to be this big bad hurting machine it wouldn’t matter.
Tara Robinson: Well, we are talking about championship gold on the line. Yeah it’s a mute point since he lost but it would of been something to think about.
Maya Jensen: And? Like I said I’ve had title matches and dealt with people who’ve wanted to just use their force to bully people around, all on the same show. Don’t get me wrong I can understand him not wanting to be double booked, as having more than one match a show can be tiresome. But you know, if he wanted to stand out as his attack on me and the others was all about, then winning two matches in one show, he should of been jumping at the chance. Even more so with how ‘little’ he thinks of me.
Tara Robinson: Well, that’s hard to really say. He’s been pretty quiet since he’s accepted your challenge. Both him and his manager.
Maya shrugs her shoulders.
Maya Jensen: That could very well mean a lot of different things. They could be to busy training and preparing for the match to bother saying anything, but I doubt that’s the case since I think they believe I’ll be an easy win. I’m not even at ‘their level’ as they might put it.
Tara Robinson: What if they’re just scared of you?
Maya shakes her head.
Maya Jensen: Nah, that’s not it. They won’t be scared of me. But that all doesn’t really matter. For tonight, I’m stepping in that ring with Hayden and you will see me coming out the victor. As they picked the wrong person to be their victim.
Maya nods as does Tara.
Tara Robinson: Well, that’s really all we have time for. Thank you so much Maya for the interview.
Maya nodded as Tara headed off. But the camera’s don’t leave Maya just yet as she turns to look at Annabelle.
Maya Jensen: So you’re sure you’re ok with coming to the ring with me? I mean, you know Edgar probably won’t just sit back and watch the match…
Annabelle gives a nod.
Annabelle Jackson: I know. Don’t worry. Besides, with Mizore not here, I’m your backup.
Annabelle smiled and Maya returned it before giving a nod.
Maya Jensen: Well, thanks again. I appreciate it.
With that the two continue walk off as the camera’s shift to another part of the show.
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With the Eternals own Damion Kirkson and the very epitome of the Academy standing directly across from him, the war between the two “factions” finally comes to a head. Kirkson takes the first punch, striking Eris with a hard jab across their jaw. Eris fights back with a knife edge chop. Kirkson with another right hand. Eris with another chop. A third one, a fourth, a fifth and the crowd is going absolutely crazy now, wooing every single stinging shot. Eris takes down Damion with a hip toss, hurls themself up onto the ropes, SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!
Eris holds on for the cover upon the massive landing. 1….2..Kirkson throws Eris off of him and halfway across the ring! Back to his feet in a hurry, Damion Kirkson meets Eris with a high running knee. Reverse DDT from the Eternal. Kirkson looks out at the booing audience, flipping them all off with a smile, but unfortunately letting Eris enough time to recover because as he approaches him Eris comes out of nowhere, springing their legs into the air and taking him out with a flying headscissors takedown! Eris goes for another quick cover. 1….2..Kickout!
Eris stomps their feet against the mat a few times, causing the fan response inside the Academy to grow at an all time high, before they run at the rising Kirkson and take him out with another hurricanrana variation! With the momentum truly in their hand now, Eris lifts the dazed Damion Kirkson to his feet and nails a european uppercut. Before Kirkson can gain his footing he finds himself on the shoulders of Eris, APPLE OF DISCORD! An explosion of cheers from the hometown fans as Eris hooks both legs of her opponent. 1….2….3!
“Rebel, Rebel” by David Bowie starts to play yet again, an emotional Eris coming to their feet as James Skelton and Yusuf come from the backstage area to help celebrate their huge victory over the Eternal’s own Damion Kirkson. Eris is elated as Skelton and Yusuf raise them onto their shoulders, carrying them across the ring as the English fans continue to cheer their hearts out.
Proactive, Not Reactive
After the match is over, Jace Valentine is shown dashing to the ring. He barrels through the ropes and lays into the downed Damion Kirkson. In a flurry of rage, Jace punches and claws at Kirkson's face.
Eris tries to pull Jace off, but he is like a man possessed. Skelton and Yusuf simply look on in awe, not really knowing what to do next. Jace locks in the Valentine Vicegrip and Kirkson is quickly gasping for breath.
Eris: What are the hell are you doing out here?
Jace finally lets go of the choke hold, easing up for a moment before driving Kirkson back down to the mat with a vicious DDT. He rises to his feet, trying to catch his breath.
Jace Valentine: I came out here to eliminate unknowns. Kirkson is an Eternal, he's one of them. He's going to get involved in my match tonight, or at least, he was. I came out here to make sure that doesn't happen. Damion, Tristan, the rest of those idiots, they won't be afraid to run me down. So I have to be a step ahead of them. I have to be proactive. See, Rayne Kancer one on one in that ring against Jace Valentine, I'll make mincemeat of her. You know it, they know it, all the people watching at home know it. So these circle jerk little punks like Kirkson and Tristan are Rayne's insurance policy. It's my job to eliminate them.
Eris: You're right.
Jace smirks. Eris shrugs.
Jace Valentine: Be proactive, Eris.
Jace says with a wink as the camera fades to black.
One End Represents A New Beginning
We flash to a makeshift hospital bed backstage, where Your Every Day, Average Hero now has his right shoulder wrapped heavily in white tape, and a young blonde nurse places an ice pack against it. Surprisingly he has his blue mask off his face, revealing his identity to the world for the very first time.
Nurse: Mr...Yedah? I presume?
Yedah sighs, the facade has finally caught up to him. He looks down, defeated.
Yedah: Just call me Marcus, Marcus Maximus.
Nurse: Okay, Marcus. I have you tell you some horrible news, that I know that you’re not going to want to hear right now. I am of course no doctor, but I have seen this kind of thing dozens of times, you have a bicep tear. Not just a partial tear, but a full tear, your arms is barely being held on by a string at this point.
Marcus’ eyes light up. He knew that the pain he felt was astounding, more intense than anything he had ever felt before, but a fully torn bicep? This would take away his dream for a long, long time.
Marcus: You’re joking, aren’t you? I just pulled a muscle or something, come on, get a real freaking doctor in here.
In a flash, a man walks into the medical room, but it is definitely not a doctor, and nowhere near the man that Marcus Maximus was expecting to see at this time. The CEO of CWF himself, Jaiden Rishel, struts past the room talking into a cell phone placed against his cheek, but when he sees who’s inside, he cannot help himself but to approach.
Marcus: Boss? I thought you made it very clear that you were on your way out of here tonight, that was pretty messed up by the way.
Jaiden laughs, saying something softly to the person on the other line before hanging up his cell and placing it into his pocket.
Jaiden Rishel: Marcus, I have heard from the medical staff on my way out of this dump tonight that you have gotten injured in your match earlier tonight. Is that so?
Marcus sighs, starting to get the feeling that he knows what may be next.
Marcus: Yes, that’s true…
Jaiden Rishel: Well, that I regret to inform you, Marcus Maximus. That your contract with Cham..
Marcus shoots up off of his hospital bed, eagerly.
Marcus: WAIT! Do not fire me, come on, PLEASE boss!? I will do anything for this company, I will mop the floors if I have to until I can get my arm back in shape.
Jaiden just shakes his head.
Jaiden Rishel: And how the hell would mopping the floors every week help you heal your arm?
Marcus: Oh, you know what I mean! I need CWF, and CWF needs Your Every Day, Average Hero! Didn’t you hear the fans out there tonight, boss? They love me! Please, what do I have to do.
Marcus Maximum actually gets on both of his knees, pleading to keep his job.
Marcus: I beg you. Do not fire me.
Jaiden laughs, what a pathetic loser he thinks.
Jaiden Rishel: You know what Marcus, I have an idea. Tara Robinson has been very vocal to me as of late that she has been overworked and could use a little help interviewing wrestlers backstage at the Evolution shows. So I have a proposal for you, and this is your last chance with this company I assure you. At Hellbound, Marcus, you will start up a new assignment with this company. Side by side with Tara Robinson, as the two backstage interviewers of CWF. Whenever she needs a break, you will be there to get all the action and take all the shit those assholes in the back will give you. Deal?
Marcus nods, excitedly.
Marcus: I will NOT let you down, sir!
Jaiden shakes his head, and begins to walk away. Under his breath, he says one final word of advice.
Jaiden Rishel: If you know what’s good for you, you better not.
With Annabelle Jackson on one side, and Edgar Mitchell on the other side of the apron, both managers give their client and friends a last minute talk, and the bell rings to begin the bout. Maya Jensen, showing a full head of steam coming out of being attacked outside of the arena before Evolution weeks ago by Allister and the Devil’s Rejects, quickly runs at him and takes him down with a cross body block! Maya gets up to her feet clapping her hands once, the crowd screaming her name already.
“MAYA! MAYA!”
Maya Jensen attempts to whip her opponent into the ropes but Allister reverses, running at her as she returns and striking her with a Slingblade! Hayden cannot keep the offense long though as Jensen reverses his suplex, instead sending him smacking the canvas. She heads up to the top rope, 450 SPLASH! The crowd is loving it, as Maya lands the the corkscrewed splash with perfection, going right for the cover. 1….2...No! Allister kicks out at two.
Not letting the nearfall take away her focus, Jensen moves in her position slightly, mounting the chest of Allister and raining down on him with rights and lefts, heavy punches for such a small body frame. Allister is still able to fight out though, using all his strength to throw her off of him, get back to his feet, and take a huge clothesline from Maya Jensen! As he struggles to get to his feet, she is ready for him, X-BLADE CRASH! The flying spear sends Allister flying halfway across the ring, but Jensen hurries to pull him to the center to make the cover. 1….2….3!?NO!
Somehow Hayden Allister still kicks out, to the elation of his manager Edgar Mitchell on the outside of the ring. Mitchell yells at Allister, telling him to focus, but it has just the opposite effect on him as he turns around right into a spinning heel kick from Jensen! Allister is on spaghetti legs now, stumbling around the ring until he walks right into his demise, GREEN NO MORE! It’s academic as Jensen goes for the cover. 1….2….3!
“World Without Danger” plays again as Annabelle Jackson joins Maya Jensen in the ring, stopping her as she begins to stomp wildly on Allister. The anger of the attacks on her clearly getting to her psyche. Mitchell paces the outside, infuriated, but after Jackson says a few words to Jensen she seems to calm down and the two exit the ring together.
First Meeting with The Eternals
The camera’s head once again back stage as Maya and Annabelle were there. The two walked along before suddenly, Tara Robinson came up to them.
Tara Robinson: Maya, Hey.
Maya stopped as she looked back to her.
Maya Jensen: This is beginning to become a habit.
Tara Robinson: Well, I just want your thoughts on your victory tonight.
Maya Jensen: It went just as I said it would. I showed those two that they messed with the wrong girl.
Tara Robinson: Indeed you did. In fact your victory was much impressive.
Rayne Kancer: It wasn’t that impressive.
The two stopped as they looked over to see Rayne Kancer standing there. She has a bit of a smirk on her face as she walks over.
Rayne Kancer: I mean, you beat some idiot with daddy issues. Big whoop. No one really cares.
Maya looks over to her not phased by her.
Maya Jensen: People care all right. Just like those two may just think twice about attacking someone just to get noticed.
Annabelle Jackson: Besides, Maya’s now 4 and 0 since she signed her contract with CWF.
Rayne shoots Annabelle a glare which causes her to take an involuntary step back.
Rayne Kancer: Oh look, the little manager is sticking her nose out with useless facts. Well, the facts are that your client has yet to face any true talents in CWF.
Annabelle seemed to get the message as she stayed back but Maya takes a step forward.
Maya Jensen: I beat Damian Kirkson, in a triple threat. And is he not part of your little group?
Rayne Kancer: You mean after he left to take care of that commentator? You didn’t beat him. You beat that big oaf Kendo.
While it was technically true that didn’t stop Maya from backing down.
Maya Jensen: You’re point? I am not afraid of him or any member of your group. If Kirkson wants to face me again, tell him to bring it on. Matter of fact, you can tell that to anyone in your group, including yourself. Singles or tag, it doesn’t matter to me.
Rayne looks at her with an almost smirk in her eyes.
Rayne Kancer: Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.
With that, Rayne Kancer walked off leaving Maya there alone with Annabelle and Tara Robinson. Maya looked to Tara.
Maya Jensen: So, was there anything else you needed?
She was generally offering despite she was still pretty fired up from the encounter. But Tara just shook her head.
Tara Robinson: I think that’s all I need. And oh, good-luck in your Tag title match at Hellbound. After what you just did here… you may need it.
Maya Jensen: I'm not afraid.
Tara nodded as she walked off leaving Maya alone with Annabelle. Maya turns to her as the camera’s shift to the next part of the show.
The animosity between Freddie Styles and Danny Gordy has boiled over now for weeks. There needs to be a solution to this problem. Uprising: Road to Hell is that solution. The two heated rivals stand face to face, nose to nose with one another as the bell sounds. Gordy smiles at Styles, Styles smiles back at him nonchalantly, before spitting right in his face. This pisses off Danny Gordy, who immediately heaves a right hand forward and smashes Styles in the nose. His nose crunches to the side sickly, leaving a small squirt of blood flicking out!
Not looking to let up on the early offense, Gordy goes for another right hand, but Styles ducks under this one, instead using a shoulder block to knock Danny Gordy off his feet. Freddie Styles gets on top of him and absolutely lights him up with a number of lefts and rights that come at such a rapid pace that Gordy can only begin to cover up half of them. Finally Styles tires of the attack, his rival nearly unconscious as he lays flat on his back in the center of the ring. Styles backs up into the ropes, preparing to end the battle. ATL STOMP! Styles turns Gordy over and cockily goes for the cover with a single boot across his chest. 1….2.Kickout!
The kickout is so hard it leaves Freddie Styles turned backwards, but he quickly regains his footing with an irritated look stained across his face. Styles wipes away the dried blood on his nose, and picks up Danny Gordy for more punishment. Snap suplex. Hangman’s Neckbreaker! It looks like this match may be over now, as Gordy is really slow to get up and Styles has him right where he wants him. BALLGAME! It’s over, as Styles goes for the cover on his most heated of rivals. 1….2….3!?NO! Oh my god, Danny Gordy kicks out at the very last second!
The fans inside the Academy are on their feet, enjoying every second of this war between two sworn enemies. Freddie Styles is shocked as he awaits Gordy’s rise, ready to hit yet another Ballgame to put a sure ending to him. But when he attempts to throw him in the air, Danny Gordy somehow rolls across Styles’ back, placing him in an STF! With the two men on the canvas now, Styles does everything he can to get to the ropes. Can he do it? Will he do it? No, Styles fights will all he can, but eventually taps out! Danny Gordy wins by submission!
A scatter of boos and a few cheers as Gordy gets to his feet, raising his own hand in victory after shouting at the referee to leave him alone. Danny Gordy goes over to the nearest turnbuckle, jaw jacking with a few fans before he raises his arm in the air again, soaking in the response after his first big win. Unfortunately he cannot celebrate long, as Freddie Styles is back up out of nowhere, pulling him off the top rope awkwardly, BALLGAME! Styles stands over his heated rival, stepping across his face with his boots before leaving the ring, frustrated and pissed off but still somewhat happy to get the last word in the rivalry.
Distractions
Tristan Kancer is shown backstage walking through a dark corridor of the Academy locker room. He looks completely content with himself and the progress his sister has made through the championship tournament... that is, until Jace comes flying out of no where clobbering Tristan in the back of the head with a steel chair!
Jace grabs him by the hair and slams him hard into the concrete wall of the arena, and the impact is thunderous. Tristan shoves Jace and fights back with a few punches. Jace knees Kancer in the gut and then a monumental uppercut right to the jaw knocks Tristan backwards. Jace possesses the eye of the tiger in this moment, again laying waste to another member of the Eternals. Another unknown, another factor to consider in his championship match tonight. Whatever he could control, he would not leave up to chance.
No this is too important to him.
This is his moment.
To hold championship gold again.
He wouldn't let anybody take his from him.
For good measure, Jace grabs a steel trash can that is sitting nearby and bends it into a warped mangle of metal, bashing Kancer with it over and over and over. Jace looks to the camera with a smile before dumping the trash can all over the fallen CWF Impact champion!
Jace Valentine: You are the Kancer of CWF... and that Kancer is terrible.
Jace walks over Tristan's body, content and proud of his work. He looks back with one last smile before his phone rings. Jace pulls the phone out of his pocket in an instant. His mother is on the other line again.
Jace Valentine: Listen, Mom, you don't have to come. Really, I appreciate it, but please. Keep yourself out of harms way. It's a dangerous game out there, and the last thing I would want to see is you, or one of my sisters get hurt.
Vivian Valentine: We're here, Jace.
Jace Valentine: Great.
The sarcasm in Jace's voice is so evident, she had to pick up on it.
Vivian Valentine: Front row, just like I said, all three of us. I spared no expenses to see my baby boy, and we made it just in time for your match!
Jace Valentine: So I'll see you out there then.
Jace doesn't wait for a response, he just hangs up the phone.
Well two distractions have been eliminated. Two steps forward, three steps back.
The match is next.
The camera fades to black.
Jace Valentine stands across the ring, smiling that trademark smile and gazing over at Rayne Kancer with those “fuck me” eyes. As soon as the bell rings she springs to action, but not the kind of action that Valentine would have wanted. Instead Rayne leaps into the air and takes down the former Host with the Most, her body crunching against his chest as they land and the sound of her fists booms against his skull. Valentine tosses her back to her feet, she approaches, and he takes her out with a spinning heel kick! Valentine backs up and spring off the ropes, spinning downward through the air, CORKSCREW ELBOW DROP!
Instead of going for the cover, Valentine grabs Rayne Kancer by the arm, dragging her over to the nearest corner. He stomps down on her several times before going up to the middle rope, double foot stomping her across the chest! Valentine now drags Kancer back away from the corner, attempting a Web of Lies boston crab, but the first lady of the Eternals instead uses her legs to whip his body around right off of her. Rayne kips up to her feet, running at Jace Valentine at a full sprint, SHINING WIZARD! The kick nearly knocks Jace’s head off his body, and Rayne wastes no time in going for the cover. 1….2….No!
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Valentine kicks out at two, the camera immediately showing his mother and sister who have finally made it to the Academy show and now stand in the front row watching their loved one nearly take defeat. Rayne pulls Valentine up his hair, saying aloud “you’re my bitch, now!” before slapping him hard across the cheek. Valentine catches her hand as she tries to slap him again though, flicks her up onto his shoulders, DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! The sound in the Academy is incredible as every fan in attendance either cheers or counts along with the official who drops down to make the count. 1….2...Kickout!
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Wasting no time at all to sulk after the nearfall, Jace Valentine picks up his opposition and whacks her with a forearm smash. This only seems to awaken the demon inside Rayne Kancer though, who tries to show she can get the job done against a larger opponent, by rapidly chopping the chest of the larger Valentine! Chop after chop, Valentine is taken aback by the quick attack, and is quickly backed into the corner. Doing all he can to escape, Jace Valentine mounts the turnbuckle pads, climbs up to the middle and leaps over Rayne Kancer, FROM MONTREAL WITH LOVE!
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The insane flip Piledriver comes out of nowhere, leaving the fans inside the Academy screaming for more. Struggling slightly, Valentine raises an arm over Kancer for the cover. 1….2….3!?No! Rayne’s arm screams through the air at the last second! Jace rolls off of his opponent, the two of them spent from giving each other everything they have to win become the first ever Academy World champion. Valentine is up, awaiting Rayne to get to her feet so he can superkick her right out of her boots. As Jace Valentine shoots his boot into the air, Kancer is ready for him, and spins him around for a rollup pin attempt! 1….2….No! Valentine kicks out, causing his mother to gasp aloud at ringside.
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Immediately after the failed pinfall, Kancer pulls Jace Valentine out of the ring and walks him right over to his family, swinging him around with a neckbreaker right in front of them. Rayne follows it up by irish whipping Valentine into the barricade, causing it to jolt backwards at his mother Vivian and two sisters. Kancer lifts him to his feet, smiling evilly as she mouths off to Valentine’s family. The distraction is detrimental to Valentine’s change of momentum however, as he blocks an attempt to send his face crushing against the barricade, instead taking out Kancer with a huge backbreaker! He wastes no time at all in throwing the trash away, tossing her right back into the ring. Valentine picks the first lady of the Eternals up momentarily, EGO ERASURE DDT! Everyone is on their feet except the referee, who has dropped for the count! 1….2….3!
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JACE VALENTINE HAS DONE IT!
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Confetti falls from the sky as “We’ve Had Enough” by Alkaline Trio begins to play yet again. Valentine’s mother and sisters cannot help themselves, after all they have been through with their son and brother, after all the ups and downs they have seen Jace go through, their emotions get the better of them and they both hop the barricade and join him inside the ring. Security surprisingly is lenient and allows the Valentine family to join Jace Valentine in a huge celebration, every man, woman and child on their feet cheering on the man who they once loved to hate. The final Academy show, according to one Jaiden Rishel, goes off the air with the greatest of bangs possible as a new champion is crowned. The time keeper awards Jace his new championship, tears running down his eyes as he holds it into the air proudly.