11 / 30 / 2019 | Pepsi Center | Denver, Colorado

Commentators - Nigel McGuinness, Tony Schiavone, & "Big Poppa Pump" Scott Steiner

Dark Matches

- Maxwell Jacob Friedman def. Beer City Bruiser via Pin Fall w/ Brass Knuckles in 35:13
- Reno SCUM (Adam Thornstowe & Luster the Legend) def. The All Night Express (Kenny King & Rhett Titus) via Pin Fall w/ Okie Killer in 6:01
- Los Ice Creams (El Hijo del Ice Cream & Ice Cream, Jr.) (w/ Ted Dibiase) def. NRG ("Mr. Everything" Anton LeVeigh & Dell Tucker) via Pin Fall w/ El Asesino in 2:29
- Dustin Rhodes def. Cody Hall via Pin Fall w/ Curtain Call in 00:49
- British Strong Style (Trent Seven, Tyler Bate, Pete Dunne) def. Shinobi Shadow Squad (Cheeseburger, Eli Isom, Ryan Nova) via Pin Fall w/ Tyler Driver '97 in 4:16
- Triple H def. Trevor Murdoch (w/ Ghost of Lance Cade) via Pin Fall w/ Pedigree in 01:02
- Alexa Bliss def. Willow Nightingale via Pin Fall w/ Twisted Bliss in 8:54
- Bea Priestley def. Bobbi Tyler via Pin Fall w/ Flying Double Stomp in 3:11

The show opens without the usual fireworks, music, and crowd shots. Instead, we’re in the parking lot of the arena where the GOLD carpet has been rolled out for the special occasion tonight to kick start the first double shot weekend in SGW history. Cathy Kelley greets us in a stunningly tight black dress with her hair pulled back in a bun. There’s a Mile High Madness set assembled to her right where some arriving superstars are stopped to have their photos taken with the Rocky Mountains behind them.

[ Cathy Kelley ] Hey SGW fans! Welcome to Mile High Madness! The double shot weekend is upon us and right now, Denver is buzzing with excitement and anticipation for tonight’s show along with tomorrow’s 12 Large event in Las Vegas! A lot of attention is on tomorrow night and who leaves as the SGW World Champion, but tonight is a monumental show as well with HISTORY being made as SGW crowns its first ever Women’s Champion along with the introduction of the Elevation Championship!

Behind her, we see some past SGW legends such as Johnny “the Bull” Stamboli and Alex Shelley arrive together in one unit and greet some of the fans who have collected together near the entrance to try to get as close to their favorites as they can.

[ Cathy Kelley ] We’ll send you to Tony, Nigel, and Scott in a moment to get things started, but first, I wanted to get some of the arriving stars’ thoughts on who they think will secure their spot in history as the first winner of the Gold Rush match and become Women’s Champion.

Bryan Danielson is making his way near the entrance of the arena but gets stopped dead in his tracks by Cathy. Danielson looks perturbed by the interruption.

[ Cathy Kelley ] Bryan, who do you think is going to become the first-ever SGW Women’s Champion tonight?

Danielson strokes his beard and gives as thoughtful of an answer as you would expect.

[ Bryan Danielson ] Honestly?

A brief pause.

[ Bryan Danielson ] I couldn’t give a DAMN, okay?!

Taken aback, Cathy shows immediate regret on her face. Before she can attempt to apologize, AJ Styles strolls into the scene and looks less than impressed at the sight of Danielson.

[ AJ Styles ] You know what, Bryan? You should’ve entered yourself in that Gold Rush match. ‘Cause you fight like a girl and that win over Okada DON’T EVEN COUNT, SON!

[ Bryan Danielson ] Real funny, AJ. Real funny. You’ll see tomorrow.

[ AJ Styles ] Yeah! Dang right! Tomorrow at 12 Large, the ONLY show that matters, the man that owns SGDubya is gonna’ wipe the dadgum floor with you! I bet they already have me as a shoo-in for the second round!

[ Bryan Danielson ] AJ, AJ, AJ.. What are you going to do when I hold you down on the ground and then I stomp your head in? HUH?! AND WHEN YOU BEG FOR MERCY AND I JUST KEEP STOMPING AND STOMPING AND STOMPING UNTIL YOUR SKULL IS LIKE A CANTALOUPE?!

Unfazed, AJ responds with confidence.

[ AJ Styles ] Man, I freakin’ love cantaloupe and there’s no way! You’ll only do that to me in your DREAMS, son!

[ Bryan Danielson ] Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.

[ AJ Styles ] I guess we will.

As Cathy searches for any way out of this dispute, she notices Nick Aldis dressed to the nines in a custom-made suit with the NWA World title tucked firmly underneath his left arm. With a hint of a smile, Aldis stops as Cathy approaches him.

[ Cathy Kelley ] Nick, tonight SGW crowns its first EVER Women’s Champion! Who leaves with the gold?

Aldis begins chuckling, unsure of whether or not she’s serious.

[ Nick Aldis ] Is this a prank? Are you having a laugh, Cathy?

[ Cathy Kelley ] Well.. no?

[ Nick Aldis ] Women.. Who wrestle? This is a real thing?

[ Cathy Kelley ] Well, of course! Your wife is a pioneer!

[ Nick Aldis ] I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Cathy is so confused. Aldis scratches the back of his head.

[ Nick Aldis ] Women.. Females.. Wrestling for a legitimate championship?

He scoffs.

[ Nick Aldis ] This is 2019, I suppose. Let them have their fun. ‘Tis is a shame, though. All of that pain and suffering they’ll go through tonight and their title still won’t be as legitimate as Charlotte here.

He pats the NWA World Heavyweight Championship.

[ Nick Aldis ] In case you forgot, Cathy, I carry the most prestigious championship in the business. But I admire those ladies for trying to play wrestler. It’s cute. Girl power!

He matter-of-factly hammers his next statement home with his right index finger shoved in Cathy’s face.

[ Nick Aldis ] You tell them not to get ANY ideas about coming for my championship. Got it?

[ Cathy Kelley ] Well, I don’t think..

Aldis walks off before Cathy can even finish.

[ Cathy Kelley ] ..And he’s gone.

Cathy breathes out deeply, really feeling stressed about her current assignment when, from off-camera we hear someone clearing their throat. Cathy’s eyes widen; she’s got no idea how much further off the rails this can go, before, begrudgingly, she exhales slowly, turning and comes face to face with…nobody?

[ ??? ] Down here, my sister.

Cathy and the camera both look down and find Matt Sydal seated, native-style, with his wrists balanced perfectly on his knees before him. His eyes are closed and he’s meditating – in a sensible pair of jeans and a nice, white button-up. He is the vision of serenity as he opens his eyes and takes in the beautiful sight of the Rocky Mountains before him and looks up to Cathy.

[ Matt Sydal ] Namaste, my dear. What a wonderful vision – both your own smiling face and this majestic mountain view.

Cathy does not respond.

[ Matt Sydal ] …yes. Yes. Well, Cathy, I am happy to answer your question, madam, if you’d be so kind as to ask me.

Cathy’s eyes light up and her eyebrows raise.

[ Cathy Kelley ] Oh, of course! Yes, Matt, err…ummm…

Cathy blushes and scrunches her face.

[ Cathy Kelley ] Could you…you know…stand up?

Sydal snorts out a laugh goodheartedly.

[ Matt Sydal ] Yes! Yes, of course.

Sydal stands and begins to speak.

[ Matt Sydal ] Cathy, if you ask me, I think it’s a beautiful thing. I’m glad to see the flower of professional wrestling open its colorful bloom to allow these ladies to be equals! It really is a time of transition in Solid Gold Wrestling and I am so honored to be a witness to the evolu—

Sydal is drowned out by the sound of a very loud motor approaching the scene at break-neck speed. Cathy immediately whips her head around and spots the vehicle – a mid-90s-model Jeep Wrangler, formerly forest green but now more ‘dull’ than anything, vaulting towards her makeshift interview set at upwards of 60 miles-per-hour. Sydal quickly ushers Kelley out of the way as she screams bloody murder, just before the Jeep swerves to miss the cameraman, who is trembling with fear as he tries to hold his device steady. Kelley immediately runs away as the driver side door opens – it’s Luke Harper, because of COURSE it’s Luke Harper! Sydal runs over to confront his opponent for the evening, but Harper greets him with a huge big boot!

SGW backstage officials and arena security immediately panic – something about the sight of a crazed Luke Harper in his oil-marked jeans and sweat-worn wifebeater kicking Sydal’s face off was somehow more concerning than the rogue Jeep driving recklessly through the loading dock doubling as personnel access. As the entire scene descends into Mile High Madness, both figuratively and literally, one man steps through a set of steel double doors authoritatively.

One man calls out “HEY! HARPER! JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”

One man’s shiny, shaved head reflects the soft, fading sunlight in the purple skies beautifully as he runs to the scene of the attack, black-and-white striped shirt untucked from his slacks.

Referee Rick Knox.

Conveniently waiting beside the staff entrance for his family, who would be attending a Solid Gold Wrestling live event for the first time since Knox was hired in October, the Californian official heard the commotion outside and immediately jumped up and ran to the scene.

[ Rick Knox ] HARPER, YOU HEARD ME – JUST WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

Harper jerked his head toward the approaching official as spittle began flying from his mouth, seething with anger. Knox was unafraid and walked up, shaking his index finger at Mr. Sadistic, while continuing to relay that Harper would have to save his energy for the match later tonight. Unwilling to waver, Harper got right in Knox’ face and said solemnly:

[ Luke Harper ] No. NOW.

Knox looked off at the mountains and remembered a time before he was so strait-laced. Maybe the job with SGW has changed him? His wife, Julie, had been saying that he’d lost that playful spark in his life. “What happened to you, Rick?” he thought to himself, not caring that Harper was back in the still-cranked Jeep, lining it up to reverse over Sydal’s throat. Knox looked solemnly at the cameraman, still bravely filming this madhouse as it unfolds and sighed out.

[ Rick Knox ] Stay close, Jeff. We’ve got a Mile High Street Fight to cover.

Knox began wagging his index finger to the southwest, high above his head and screamed out:

[ Rick Knox ] RING THE BELL!!

From within the arena, the bell echoed thrice and the Denver crowd erupted – the Mile High Street Fight is LIVE!

Referee - Rick Knox | Time Limit - No Time Limit

Harper threw the vehicle into reverse and started spinning tires – he’s trying to end this street fight quickly! Knox dashed into action and pulled Sydal out of the Jeep’s path with seconds to spare, sending Harper and his vehicle careening into a concrete half-wall! Glass shattered and flew in every direction from the broken back-end and Harper grimaced in agony as the Jeep settled, smashed against the slanted wall, leading from the parking area down to a loading bay.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Fans, this is far from the way we expected to welcome you to Mile High Madness, but – well, would there be a more appropriate way than WITH some Mile High Madness?! I’m Tony Schiavone and this…THIS is already shaping up to be the Craziest Night in the History of our Sport! With me, as always, are my broadcast partners – “BIII-IIIIG POPPA PUMP,” SCOTT STEINER! –

[ Scott Steiner ] THE LARGEST ARMS IN THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD AND THEIR OWNER, BIG POPPA PUMP, THE BIG, BAD…BOOTY DADDY! SAY IT RIGHT, YOU MEASLY-MOUTHED WEAKLING!

[ Tony Schiavone ] – and of course, my verrrry best friend, Nigel McGuinness – Nige, what an action-packed evening we’ve got for the fans at home and it looks like we’re jump-starting the night’s fun with a Mile High Street Fight!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Sure looks that way, Tony…Mistah Sadistic has already skipped straight to the homicide chapter of his “Street Fight Offense” textbook, so we’re certainly in for a lawsuit or four in this one!

As Harper falls out of the Jeep, still shaken from the impact with the wall, Knox immediately begins checking on his physical condition, assessing whether or not this ‘contest’ could continue. After a moment of recovery, Mister Sadistic is up, but on wobbly legs, using Knox’s shirt for balance.

[ Rick Knox ] Open your eyes, Luke, I’ve got to make sure you can keep going! OH, LOOK OUT!

Knox dives away from Harper and the cameraman jumps back, falling to his ass, but still manages to catch Sydal diving from the top of the wall, over the Jeep and smashing Harper with a flying cross body! The Pepsi Center popped huge for the display of sheer bravery and Sydal rolled off of Mr. Sadistic on impact, scuttling back to his opponent for a cover! ONE! TWO! NO! Harper forces his shoulder off the pavement! Knox indicates it’s only a two to Sydal and then to the cameraman, taking care to pry Harper off the mix of pavement and tiny shards of glass.

[ Scott Steiner ] That Namaz-day jackass just kamikaze’d Mr. Sadistic’s tall ass! Did he spend time in Japan, Pierce Brosnan?

[ Nigel McGuinness ] …me?

[ Scott Steiner ] Hell yeah, Jude Law, who thuh hell else would I be talkin’ to, Peewee Herman’s virgin ass?

[ Tony Schiavone ] <dejected>…hey…

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Err…yes, Scott, Matt Sydal did spend a lot of time in the Land of the Rising Sun.

[ Scott Steiner ] Yeah, I thought so – looks like he learned some tricks from them, Pearl Harborin’ Harper like a damn Jap would in the heat of war! They’re not REAL MEN! Not like me…but JUSS LIKE BRYAN DANIELSON! THAT SCRAGGLY FACED SONNUVABITCH IS THE FAKEST ‘MAN,’ AND I SAY MAN WHILE I WIGGLE MY FINGERS TO MEAN QUOTATING MARKS, ‘MAN’ I EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE! YOU’RE A LITTLE BABY NOBODY DANIELSON AND YOUR JAPPY TRICKS AIN’T GONNA WORK WHEN YOU’RE GETTIN’ YOUR ASS BEAT BY THE BIGGEST DAMN ARMS IN THE WHOLE WORLD!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] BREATHE, SCOTT, BREATHE! Theah’s still two and a half hours of show left to offend ALL the races.

Sydal rose from his pinfall attempt and untucked the remainder of his button-down, taking off his pants to reveal – his WRESTLING TIGHTS? Weird. Anyway, Sydal digs through the backseat of Harper’s Jeep, looking for anything to pummel Mr. Sadistic with – and finds something with an exclamation of joy.

[ Matt Sydal ] Joy! I found something!

Sydal pulls a Playstation 3 controller from the backseat, unravels the cord, and begins whipping Harper with the long, thin plastic cable! After six shots, Sydal throws the controller DIRECTLY at Harper’s skull! The Pepsi Center pops as Mr. Sadistic’s head catches the hard plastic directly in between the eyes! Sydal runs up and penalty kicks Harper – but he catches the leg! Sydal’s eyes shoot open wide, in absolute panic at the reality he’s living, but there’s nothing he can do, Harper’s got him by the ankle and stands slowly, ominously even. Once he’s up and on his feet, Harper swings his massive foot upward, connecting with Sydal’s crotch and sending an emphatic, empathetic “ohhhhh!” through the Pepsi Center.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Oooga booga! That’ll ruin Matt Sydal’s weekend!

[ Scott Steiner ] Yeah, he got kicked right in the cock!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] …Jesus, Scott!

Harper turns on his heel and begins dragging Sydal across the pavement, through the tiny shards of glass from the Jeep’s back glass and down the loading ramp into the arena! Referee Knox and Jeff the cameraman keep close behind Mr. Sadistic as he drags his victim down the paved path, Sydal fighting unsuccessfully to regain control of his own body as Harper marches on, tunnel-visioned. Eventually, Harper reaches the security checkpoint at the door and releases Sydal, who immediately clings to his back, scraped in multiple places and bleeding from nine or ten tiny cuts. From under the security podium, Harper produces a clipboard with some sort of log attached to it – and SHATTERS it over Sydal’s face! The Pepsi Center roars out joyously at the violence as Sydal grabs his face in agony.

Knox demands that Harper cover Sydal, saying that this was enough violence and Sydal had taken enough abuse. Mr. Sadistic kneeled down, doing as he was told, but before Knox could even slap the pavement for a one count, Harper pulled Sydal up by the bottom lip, breaking the cover and glaring deep into the official’s eyes.

[ Luke Harper ] It’s over when he’s not breathing. It’s over when I say it’s over. Only then.

Knox snarls angrily at Harper, who pulls a brown bag special from behind the security podium and pounds it, dropping the bottle beside him on the ground and roaring out a mighty, threatening war cry. Mr. Sadistic turns, facing the still-down Sydal, who is crawling on his elbows and knees toward him and reaches down, grabbing the Reborn grappler by the nape of his neck.

[ Scott Steiner ] What the hell’s that skinny punk got in his hand?!

Before Harper could pick up what the commentators have, Sydal swings with the paper-bagged 40-ounce beer bottle and connects, shattering it across Mr. Sadistic’s face violently! Denver roars out in shock as Sydal stands up on his own power, growling in anger uncharacteristically before smiling broadly and bowing his head.

[ Matt Sydal ] My apologies, brother Luke. I’m deeply apologetic for having to smash that bottle in your face, but you’d just severely harmed my back.

[ Rick Knox ] MATT! COVER HIM, DAMMIT!

Sydal gasps, forgetting the point of why he is here and kneels, covering Harper. One! Two! NO! Harper forces his broad shoulder off the pavement and begins inching into the arena proper, Sydal giving chase slowly, popping his opponent with a few stiff kicks to the thigh along the way. Knox cries out for the two men to take this match to the ring, but Sydal has no interest in this idea, instead reaching into a duffel bag near the entrance – his own! He removes a rolled foam yoga mat and unfurls it on the pavement near Harper’s head. Sydal sits in the position we originally found him in and begins meditating peacefully.

[ Scott Steiner ] Is this for DAMN REAL?!

Harper reaches out and throttles Sydal’s neck, dragging himself closer to his opponent simply by the force aof his own grip! Once the two are face to face, Harper rises and throws Sydal on top of his duffel bag! Sydal grimaces with the nasty impact and immediately turns face down to his bag, exhausted. Harper surveys the scenery in the area and walks over to Sydal, noticing a nearby table of press badges and credentials, ripe for the slamming! Harper picks up Sydal, who swings his duffel bag up, up into Harper’s face, knocking him backwards! Before he can recover, Sydal runs and flying kicks his opponent backwards into a Pepsi machine, sending soda cans flying out of the mouth of the machine wildly! Harper falls to the ground in agony and is splattered with the spewing soft drinks!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] That’s got to burn in those open cuts!

[ Tony Schiavone ] You can say that again, Best Buddy! Pepsi Cola’s got some of the most vicious carbonation on the market!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] …just…just what in the hell do you mean by that?! How do you compile said data??

[ Tony Schiavone ] <warmly> Listen, Nige – I don’t question your research, don’t question mine!

Sydal runs over to Harper and stands facing away from him, leaping into the air backwards before beautifully imploding out of a back tuck and completing the standing moonsault on the concrete floor! ONE! TWO! NO! Harper kicks out, somehow! Sydal takes a moment to breathe, but Harper slaps him HARD ACROSS THE JAW! Arena security has began lowering the dock doors, trying to contain this insanity to the building, but it gives Mr. Sadistic a wicked grin – he’s got SADISM ON THE BRAIN! Harper pulls Sydal into powerbomb position as he reaches his feet and runs, looking for a powerbomb into the steel door – but Sydal is up and over his head, landing on his feet! Cameraman Jeff and Referee Knox are suddenly called from off-camera by an arena security member, imploring them to help with the task at hand! Knox immediately follows the man, who is moving golf carts out of the way of an open bay door so that they can close off the final exit. Knox sits in the cart as Jeff runs, hap-hazardly attempting to capture the action as he gets into his own cart. Harper turns and charges, looking for a big boot, but Sydal ducks it and runs back, HURRICANRANA!!! – NO! NO NO NO! Harper won’t go down!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] OH MY! OH NO!

[ Scott Steiner ] DIDN’T WORK, YOU SKINNY LITTLE PUNK!

Harper pulls Sydal up onto his shoulders and runs, launching his opponent onto the roof of Cameraman Jeff’s golf cart, breaking it through and sending Sydal down into the seat with an enormous clatter of plastic and flesh! As he crashed through, Sydal apparently landed on the gas pedal and the cart sped forward, Cameraman Jeff screaming in fear along the way!

[ Tony Schiavone ] OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

Harper is non-plussed by this other-worldly coincidence and begins stalking toward Knox’s golf cart, pulling out a cigarette and lighter as he approaches the drivers’ side.

[ Rick Knox ] ABSOLUTELY NOT, LUKE! NO WAY!

Harper sits down, shoving Knox to the passenger side.

[ Luke Harper ] …this ENDS….TONIGHT. NOW….and you’ll count the fall.

Knox snarls and nods in agreement as Harper exhales an enormous cloud of smoke and stamps his foot to the floor of the cart, chasing after its free-speeding brother containing Sydal and Cameraman Jeff, whose camera is still in range and catches a charmingly horrifying visual of Knox gripping the top and front of the cart for dear life as Harper’s eyes narrow, gaining ground, his cigarette glowing bright red as he inhales.

We cut back to a shot of the announce table, where Schiavone looks disheveled already, breathing deeply and red-faced. Nigel’s got an incredulous look on his face, shaking his head at the ridiculous carnage that’s ensued. Steiner looks pissed.

[ Scott Steiner ] WHERE THUH HELL’D THEY GO?! This is BULLSHIT!

[ Tony Schiavone ] I…

Schiavone presses a finger to his ear.

[ Tony Schiavone ] I’m being told that we’ll go now to action in the ring, fans, our intended first contest of the evening will now be our second matchup – we will, of course bring you updates from this ongoing situation backstage as they are available –

[ Nigel McGuinness ] …well, of course!

[ Tony Schiavone ] – but until then, we’ve got two championships to decide tonight – and one is being decided right now! The Solid Gold Wrestling Elevation Championship Ladder Match is next!

[ Scott Steiner ] The slimy liddle worms in the truck get to live another day! The only thing I’ll change the channel to from a car wreck is a full-on ten-car pile-up! Bring out the ladders!!

As we fade from the shot of the announce table to the entrance way, the lights fall to black in the arena and the sound of a large, ringing bell is heard echoing around the Pepsi Center. It reverberates, dinging loudly until an electric guitar’s power chord rings out, kicking off the entrances of the six-men who will be competing to determine the first Solid Gold Wrestling Elevation Champion. As “For Whom the Bell Tolls reaches its first bridge, Nick Gage storms out onto the stage, pumping his fists and screaming nonsense to anyone listening. Clad in a black Charles Manson shirt, camo tear-offs, long soccer socks and Adidas sneakers, Gage pulls a red bandanna down onto his shaved head, snarling, spittle flying everywhere as he gets hype on the stage.

[ Scott Steiner ] HOLY SHIT – Look at this meth-head!

[ Tony Schiavone ] That’s no average meth-head, Scott, that’s Nick Freakin’ Gage!

[ Scott Steiner ] …WHO THE HELL IS THAT?! YOU SAY THAT LIKE I SHOULD KNOW!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Nick Gage is a legend in the world of Ultraviolent Combat, Scott. He’s a deathmatch veteran and a former felon on the charge of armed robbery! Of a bank, no less! Nick Gage is gang affiliated, and he’s not ashamed to tell you about it!

Gage seethes and swears inaudibly as Thomas Santell quickly emerges from the backstage area, attending briefly to his ‘best friend’s’ well-being before encouraging him to ‘be your best self!’ and departing from the stage, leaving Gage on his lonesome to march down to the ring for the Elevation Championship match.

[ Scott Steiner ] Hang on…what the hell does ARMED ROBBERY even mean?

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Well, Scott, ‘armed’ robbery is a form of robbery which involves theft of property and carrying, or, at least implying that you’re carrying, a weapon! If I’m understanding U.S. law proper, it’s considered a higher category of offenses relating to thefts and the use of force…

[ Scott Steiner ] WELL, SHIT! Ya know, I never knew that was a crime, becuz I’ve been doin’ that for years!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Scott! I can’t believe this!

[ Scott Steiner ] Believe it, you nutless jobber! Who…in the whole DAMN world…is more ARMED…than the Big, Bad…BOOTY DADDY?! I gots the largest arms in the whole damn world! And yeah, oftentimes I took…WHATEVER I WANTED…from somma’my freaks out there…but ya know, Sean Connery, I think they enjoyed the hell out of themselves…and so…is it really a crime?! Other’uf course…than A CRIME OF PASSION!

As Gage prepares himself in the ring, Cake’s “War Pigs” breaks onto the speakers and the “Dirty Daddy” emerges from beyond the curtain, a huge frown on his face. The Pepsi Center is very excited, though – they’ve grown to love Chris Dickinson through his ham-fisted and what-you-see-is-what-you-get attitude in his limited SGW dealings thus far.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Fans, this gentleman, Chris Dickinson, has a real nasty attitude – but these fans seem to gravitate to the guy that calls himself “the Dirty Daddy!”

[ Nigel McGuinness ] “The Putrid Papa! The Filthy Father!”

[ Scott Steiner ] No. I ain’t spreadin’ those bullshit lies. He ain’t no daddy – not no pussy slayer like ME, THE BIG, BAD…BOOTY DADDY!

Dickinson leaps onto the apron and jumps into the ring, throwing his fists high into the air and soaking up another healthy pop. Gage gets right in Dickinson’s face before Senior Official Mike Chioda separates the two men and Kidd Russell’s “Boom Boom” begins playing to announce the third competitor – Colt Cabana!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Fans, I’ve tons of history with this fella, Colt Cabana, and while he’s most commonly seen as a goof, he’s actually got tons of technical acumen and some fairly dangerous maneuvers in his arsenal.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Yes, Nige, we can agree on that. I personally LOVE the off-beat antics of Colt Cabana, but others in the world…

As Schiavone pauses and Cabana begins walking down the ramp, slapping the outstretched hands of the front-row patrons, even taking a moment to pose for a selfie with a camera-friendly group of young fans, Steiner seethes, cursing off-screen inaudibly.

[ Tony Schiavone ] …Others aren’t so keen to “Boom Boom’s” sensibilities in the ring!

Cabana hops agilely onto the apron and into the ring, spinning around and around before stopping, straightening his dizzy head and shaking referee Mike Chioda’s hand vigorously. He reaches out to shake Dickinson’s hand, but the “Dirty Daddy” wants absolutely no part of Cabana. The Chicago-native pulls the neck of his bomber jacket with a single finger comically.

[ Colt Cabana ] <barely audible> Geez, tough crowd!

Nick Gage SCREAMS out a chuckle in a bizarre moment, a huge grin on his face, showing off his mismatched jumble of teeth. Cabana smiles and nods politely, sort of horrified by Gage’s brash reaction to his off-tossed humor. Nobody speaks for a moment as Kidd Russell’s track silences.

[ Scott Steiner ] …that Gage fella is weird as shit.

Before we can get much further into Steiner’s views on Gage, “This Time’s For Real” hits the speakers like a ton of bricks and the Pepsi Center is WILD – there are LOTS of Los Ingobernables fans in the arena tonight! Before long, the lead man, the Ungovernable One, Tetsuya Naito emerges from beyond the curtain to the stage, wearing a lovely white entrance suit and his metallic mask.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This man, Tetsuya Naito, was within an eyelash of defeating the Bastahd and earning a spot in tomorrow night’s 12 Large Tournament, fans – one must think he’s a heavy favorite here tonight, no?

[ Scott Steiner ] BUT HE STILL LOST! That jacked-ass midget PAC beat his ass, one-two-three in the middle’a that ring!

Naito, unconcerned with the world around him, let alone Steiner’s words, rolls lacksidasically under the ropes and comes to a stop in center ring, where he snow angels to a light applause. Finally risen from the mat, Naito slowly removes the mask and spreads his eye open, pointing a finger to the sky as the Pepsi Center roar for the Los Ingobernables’ leader.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Conspicuous by his absence at ringside, fans – Darío Cueto! I wonder where he’s at right about now...?

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Don’t you worry about Darío – he’s handling business, I assure you!

Nigel is drowned out by a loud guitar’s electric notes, playing the intro to Downstait’s “Kingdom” and welcoming one of the absolute favorites to win the SGW Elevation Championship to the ring – CODY! The Son of the Son of a Plumber steps solemnly onto the stage as the lyrics, voluminous and appropriate, ring out.

Adrenaline, in my soul!
Every thought, out of control!
Do it all to get them off their feeeeeeeeet….
Crowd is here, about to blow!
Waitin' for me to start the show!
Out the curtain, lights go up – I'm home!

Cody trots up the ring steps and waves his arm broadly through the air, calling the fans to sing out with him: “WHOOOAAA-OHHHHHHHHH!” before climbing up the turnbuckles and raising both arms coolly.

And my father said, when I was younger
Hard times breed better men (better men!)

[ Nigel McGuinness ] If you’re talking pedigree – no man – not a ONE – in this match and hardly any in this company AT ALL has the wrestling business BUILT, INGRAINED into their blood like this man – CODY RHODES!

Rhodes leaps into the ring and spreads his arms wide, soaking up the approval and cheers from the crowd – before the lights fall to black in the arena and the sound of a single coin hitting the ground is heard!

[ Tony Schiavone ] ENTER – the RAINMAKER!

[ Scott Steiner ] What the hell does that even mean??

Kazuchika Okada emerges from the curtain and onto the stage, taking his time to calmly walk to the top of the ramp and peer around the vast, jam-packed arena. Okada looks down and breathes out slowly, throwing his hands out to his sides and encouraging a lovely display of sparks to emerge from the stage grating – The Pepsi Center cheer even louder for the pyrotechnic display as the Rainmaker begins strolling to the ring at his own deliberate pace.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This gentleman, Kazuchika Okada, can stake a claim, like his longtime rival Tetsuya Naito, to being the closest man to earning a 12 Large berth, as it was in the final seconds of the four-way collision that Bryan Danielson scored with a small package to boot the Rainmaker in his SGW debut.

[ Scott Steiner ] YAH YEAH YEH! I don’t knows much about this Okader guy, other than the facts that he lost to that PUSSY VEGAN LOSER BRYAN DANIELSONS, so he must not be all that great. Besides, who cares about the damn rain? All it’s good for is encouraging the moisture…the SUPPLE, TENDER moisture of a FREAK…who’s ready to be dominated…by the BIG, BAD…BOOTY DADDY! That’s the only rain that matters!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] ...we learn so much about you with each passing match, Scott.

Okada carefully climbs the turnbuckles and spreads his arms wide, the camera zooming out to show the capacity crowd imitating the Rainmaker’s signature pose before he descends the corner and turns to face the opposition before him. All six men are standing in the ring, finally prepared to determine who will be the very first Solid Gold Wrestling Elevation Champion…but who will strike first, strike hardest, and strike when the moment is right – to elevate themselves to the gold?

Referee - Mike Chioda | Time Limit - 60:00

The final tome of the opening bell hasn’t even rung before it’s downright insanity in mid-ring! The six men fighting for the honor of becoming the first-ever Solid Gold Wrestling Elevation Champion are mangled together, throwing punches in every direction as the Pepsi Center begin staking claims on their favorites, chants raining from all directions into the ring!

“LET’S-GO-CO-DY!”

“RAIN-MAY-KER!”

“DIR-TEE-DAH-DEE!”

“NICK-EFFIN-GAGE!”

“COLT-CA-BA-NA!”

“GO-NAI-TOH!”

Eventually, Okada clotheslines Naito over the top rope to the floor and back body drops a charging Chris Dickinson to the ground with the Ungovernable One! On the other side of the ring, Cody grabs Cabana by the nape of the neck and hurls him from the ring, WCW-disqualification-style. Both the Rainmaker and the Prince of Professional Wrestling turn back to center ring and come faces-to-face with none other than the Ultraviolent Icon, Nick F’N Gage.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Quite possibly the most puzzlingly striking staredown in professional wrestling history…

[ Tony Schiavone ] HELL OF A CALL, BEST BUDDY! But it’s actually, ‘blah blah striking staredown IN THE HISTORY OF OUR SPORT.’ But hey, not bad! I like your spin on it!

Cody runs up and pops Gage in the side of the head with a forearm strike – but Gage shakes it off and throws his own directly at Rhodes’ mouth! Cody takes the strike flush and bounces to the outside of the ring as Gage turns, face-to-face with Okada. The Rainmaker ties up with Gage, collar-and-elbow style, and easily takes control of the situation with a top wristlock – but the surprisingly sound Gage twirls delicately out of the hold and rather un-delicately punches Okada RIGHT in the teeth, popping the Pepsi Center! Okada falls to the mat and rolls to the floor after the stiff blow, but Naito is up and sliding into the ring with vigor! He charges, past Gage and into the ropes – Gage follows, drop down! – Naito is over it, no problem, still running – Gage pops up and bends over, looking for a back body drop – Naito with the leapfrog, the train is still rolling along – Gage goes for the hiptoss, Naito blocks and swings around for one of his own, Gage blocks, smacks Naito in the face and discus clotheslines the Los Ingobernables leader to the mat!

[ Scott Steiner ] I’ll be damned, look at the ‘ole Jailbird fly!

Gage immediately slides out of the ring and grabs – no, not a ladder, how senseless would THAT be – no, a steel chair from under the ring is the object Gage is seeking and finds! He slides back into the ring, where Cody is up and ready to fight – but Gage catches him with a chairshot to the ribs! Cody falls into a corner, holding his stomach as Gage pumps his fist and brandishes the chair wildly in the air. Outside the ring, Dickinson is revived and realizes Gage is making this a hardcore affair beyond JUST the ladders and follows suit; The Dirty Daddy pulls a table from under the ring and begins erecting it, just shy of the aisleway and on the edge of the protective mats. Back inside, Colt Cabana charges at the chair-holding Gage, who pump-fakes ‘Boom Boom’ with his weapon, sending Cabana diving BACK through the ropes and to the floor hilariously. Colt decides that his horror at the Ultraviolent Icon’s erraticism is more than his desire to win the Elevation Championship and quickly scoots under the ring to hide as Gage chuckles to himself and then yells:

[ Nick Gage ] WHO WANTS TO DIE?! EMM DEE KAYYYYYYYYY~! ALL! FUCKIN’! DAY!

The Ultraviolent Icon runs, bootscraping Cody in the corner with a facewash, chair assisting him all the way! The Pepsi Center yell out in shocked gasps at the violent display, but Gage isn’t finished yet and charges across the hypotenuse of the ring and delivers a similar facewash to Naito! Gage lifts Naito from the mat and hooks him in a front facelock, shouting “BRAINBUSSTAHH!” to anyone within earshot before the Dirty Daddy slides into the ring behind the King of Ultraviolence and PLOWS through him with a massive lariat! Gage falls to a knee as Naito rolls to the ropes, still trying to recover from the chair-assisted face-wash. Dickinson looks around, bug-eyed and half-batty before scooping Gage up, slapping him across the face and double-underhooking him – it’s the BRAIN EATER! The double-underhook piledriver ROCKS Gage!

Okada slides a ladder into the ring and follows his weapon, running underneath a Dickinson clothesline and knocking the Dirty Daddy to the mat with his own rebound shoulder tackle. With Dickinson out of the way, Okada lifts Gage to his shoulders, Death Valley-style, before lifting and finishing the throw with a suplex-styled fall! He calls it HEAVY RAIN! Gage takes the slam right to the back but bounces off the canvas on impact – standing RIGHT in the way of Cody’s springboard savate kick! Gage turns, rocked, but Naito is up and runs, hooking the shoulder and neck – DESTINOOOOOOOO! Gage took it right to the back of the skull and rolls over onto his knees – BUT STILL no rest for the wicked as Cody hooks the Ultraviolent Icon – CROSS RHODES!! The Pepsi Center is roaring as Gage, glassy eyed and dead to rights, rolls out of the ring and slumps in a heap to the protective mat below. Now with four men left in the ring, all glaring at one another, we resume our slugfest from earlier, Naito and Okada mixing it up while Dickinson and Cody throw blows at one another voraciously!

[ Tony Schiavone ] THIS MATCH IS ABSOLUTE INSANITY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! It’s hard to even call the action when it’s as back and forth, all over the arena as this is! MERCY!

Naito squirms behind Okada and locks the Rainmaker in a waist lock, quickly securing one of his wrists and ripcording – NAITO IS LOOKING FOR THE RAINMAKER! – Okada hooks the lariat to block it, but Naito is quick to take the arm and reverse into a hammerlock, jerking Okada down to the mat at a gross angle with GLORIA! The Pepsi Center cheers as Okada strikes the back of his head off the mat, but before long Chris Dickinson steps up Cody’s leg and POPS the Prince with a big enzuigiri, leathering him across the face – BUT CODY’S NOT DOWN! FIGHTING SPIRIT FROM RHODES! – Cody hooks the rising Dickinson and PLANTS him with a massive piledriver before pumping his fists on the mat and rolling to the outside, grabbing a ladder and sliding it into the ring. Back inside, though, Naito soars from the second rope with a tumbleweed, but Okada moves and there’s no water in the pool for the Los Ingobernables leader. Okada is lightning-quick and re-takes the advantage, planting Naito with a German Suplex! – MAINTAINS THE WAIST LOCK! – ANOTHER GERMAN! Naito is ZOOTED!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Tetsuya Naito looks like he’s seen better days and I ju—HEY! HEY, WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS?!

As Naito is down and Okada throws up the Rainmaker pose, looking to finish off his old rival and continue his quest for the Elevation Championship, The Hybrid 2 stroll out onto the stage, SGW Tag Team Championships buckled around their waists proudly. Jack Evans does a little two-step and begins wagging his fingers at Okada in the ring as Angélico starts to stride down the aisle slowly.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I’d call this ‘insurance,’ gentlemen!

Okada isn’t having ANY of this nonsense and pitches Naito out of the ring through the second and top ropes and follows him to the ringside area, dragging his old rival by the nape of his neck towards his Los Ingobernables associates. As they approach the Hybrid 2, Naito springs back to life and throws a stiff right hand into Okada’s mouth, stunning the Rainmaker! The two men begin brawling wildly, bumping into the Hybrid 2, who jump out of the way and immediately start trying to pry Naito from the scrap with Okada.

[ Scott Steiner ] Aw, hell, looks like Nightzo and Okader can’t just let bygones be bygones, dammit! It’s hard to be the bigger man – IT JUST COMES NATURALLY TO BIG POPPA PUMP!

Naito throws another stiff shot at Okada, who uppercuts Naito as the two men begin to work their way through the curtain, still brawling away as Evans and Angélico realize their presence may not have worked in the manner they’d hoped! Back in the ring, Cody slides a second ladder into the ring, making it a total of three! He slides in, puts a boot RIGHT into Dickinson’s head and proceeds to set up two of the three ladders in the ring. Cody gets about halfway up one ladder before Dickinson starts clubbing him in the back, doing his best to cut off whatever positive momentum the Prince has formulated. Cody turns around slowly and jumps off the ladder, connecting with a hurricanrana on the Dirty Daddy to pop the Pepsi Center again!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Cody looks like he cannot be denied on this evening! What a maneuver!

Just as Cody rises from the mat, Dickinson’s spiritual advisor Pinkie Sanchez runs through the curtain and throws up an index finger, shaking it and screaming indistinctly at Cody, who honestly has a look like “who is this guy?” on his face.

[ Scott Steiner ] WHO THE HELL IS THIS GUY?!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Pinkie Sanchez! Chris Dickinson’s spiritual advisor and tag team partner as part of Team Pazuzu! It looks like he’s going to stop Cody from – HEY! HEY, NO! It’s DUSTIN!

Just as Nigel cried, Dustin Rhodes emerged from the curtain and grabbed Sanchez by the shoulder, wheeling him around quickly! Pinkie fires a shot at Dustin, who catches it and PLASTERS Sanchez with a big right hand! Pinkie is out cold and Dustin wipes off his hands theatrically for the rabid Pepsi Center. Cody lifts a thumbs up to his brother as Dustin begins dragging Sanchez out of the arena.

[ Tony Schiavone ] THAT’S THE STIFFEST DISPLAY OF BROTHERLY LOVE I’VE EVER SEEN! EVER! Dustin just cleaned Pinkie’s clock!

Cody resumes his climb up the ladder, but Dickinson is up again! The Dirty Daddy CONNECTS with a sickening uppercut to Cody’s nether regions! The Prince of Professional Wrestling drops off the ladder and Dickinson is ready – BRAINBUSTER! He dropped Cody RIGHT on his skull and rolls the Son of the Son of a Plumber out of the ring before turning to the ladder, laughing maniacally and beginning to trek up the center-set structure, looking to become the Elevation Champion!

Finally atop the ladder, Dickinson reaches feebly for the shining SGW Elevation Championship, his fingertips grazing the leather strap of the title belt before the Pepsi Center roars out – Colt Cabana is ascending the ladder! The fearful Cabana reaches Dickinson’s level and throws an overhand chop, clapping the Dirty Daddy across his meaty pectoral region! Dickinson howls out and leathers Cabana with an open-handed slap across the sideburn, echoing across the arena loudly!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] WOOF! What a slap across Cabana’s face!

The Dirty Daddy reaches out and grabs Cabana by his coif, smashing the Chicago native face first into the ladder with authority! Dickinson lifts Cabana’s head and looks him square in the eyes, shouting into his face, spit flying everywhere as he does so:

[ Chris Dickinson ] SUCK MY CAHK, CABANA!

Dickinson releases his grip on Cabana’s head and repositions himself with both feet standing strong on the same rung of the ladder, cocks his fist back and prepares to bomb ‘Boom Boom’ with a heavy right – but Cabana pokes him in the eyes! The Pepsi Center roars as Cabana looks up at the championship belt and begins peppering Dickinson with shot after shot after shot!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Cabana is firing Dickinson up!

Cabana pops the Dirty Daddy with another shot and begins winding up for the Bionic Elbow – but Dickinson hammer fists Cabana across the nose!! Blood splatters across the ring as Cabana clutches his face desperately. Both men are weak in the knees and wobbly, atop a ladder
not a particularly good place to be when in this condition, but each man throws a punch and connects! They’re EVEN MORE warped!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This isn’t going to end well!

Dickinson readjusts his footing and places his right foot against the right side of his rungs while keeping his left foot firmly planted on the step and spits right into Cabana’s eye!

[ Chris Dickinson ] SEE YA, YA CUCK LOSER!

Dickinson shifts his weight violently and the ladder tips over – Dickinson is trying to send Cabana to the floor! As the ladder begins to lean, Cabana shoots his foot out and finds the top rope, stopping the fall and sending the two men in the opposite direction!

[ Tony Schiavone ] OH MY WORD! NO! NO!

Cabana’s lucky strike sends the momentum in the opposite direction and the ladder begins falling, sending both men crashing down onto the pair of supine ladders on the mat below!! Dickinson’s erratic positioning left him flipping down onto the rungs of the dangerous ladders while Cabana took the brunt of the attack to his side, though both men are down and out as the Pepsi Center explodes with energy! EVERYONE IS DOWN!...

…EXCEPT NICK GAGE!

[ Scott Steiner ] LOOKIT THUH DAMN FELON! GO, YOU SKINNY, BALD, JAILBIRD BASTARD! GO!

Gage muscles himself into the ring and begins the long climb up the final ladder still standing in the ring before realizing it’s NOWHERE NEAR the center of the ring, swearing inaudibly before sloppily shoving the ladder into a somewhat-more-correct position and resuming his climb! Gage makes it about midway and reaches up – barely scraping the leather with his fingertips! Another step up the ladder and nobody is up to stop the Ultraviolent Icon, who is nearly to the championship’s snaps! Just as Gage reaches the third-from-top step of the ladder and lifts his hand to unsnap the belt from the hanger, Cody Rhodes springboards from out of the ring onto the ladder and rattles Gage’s face against the top of the ladder with a Bionic Elbow of his own! Gage is wobbly and Rhodes throws a mighty right hand – and Gage falls! Nick Gage sails out of the ring and SMASHES through the table set up long ago by Chris Dickinson on the floor! The Pepsi Center roars out with pure energy as Cody looks up…lifts his arms…

…and unsnaps the championship! Cody Rhodes has done it! CODY IS THE SGW ELEVATION CHAMPION!

WINNER & FIRST CHAMPION - "The American Nightmare" Cody in 22:41

[ Nigel McGuinness ] CODY! CODY!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Cody Rhodes! Has done it!

“Kingdom” begins blaring across the speakers as Rhodes takes a long, hard look at the championship in his grasp, crying out of sheer exasperation at the ridiculous ladder war he’s survived – and survived is the operative word!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Do you know what this means, Nigel?!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] You’d bettah believe it! Cody Rhodes has to defend that Elevation Championship three times! THREE – then it doesn’t MATTA who is 12 Large, because the Prince of Professional Wrestling is THEN the number one contender!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Absolutely! Cody Rhodes has ascended past five other men, Nigel – and CODY! CODY…has ELEVATED HIMSELF ONCE AND FOR ALL, RIGHT HERE TONIGHT! He IS the first-ever Solid Gold Wrestling Elevation Champion!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Surprisingly enough…I couldn’t have said it any bettah, Tony!

Cody has taken a seat atop the final ladder standing, holding his brand-spankin’-new SGW Elevation Championship high in the air, screaming victoriously as we take a beautiful, wide-angled shot of the newest champion, the screaming Pepsi Center his backdrop to the most prolific championship victory of his young career. We return to a closer shot of the champion’s face, tears flowing as he kisses the shining gold championship belt.

We fade.

The fans have lost it.

We can still hear their roar of excitement following the conclusion of the ladder match. We fade up backstage where we see CM Punk watching what just happened on a monitor. Standing there in jeans, a hoodie, and a "Best in the World" t-shirt, Punk doesn't look impressed. He sarcastically applauds before shaking his head and turning around to face the rest of the room. Paul Heyman stands there in a three piece suit, his hands clasped in front him, waiting to hear what CM Punk has to say. AJ Lee skips in from off-camera and takes hold of Punk's arm, glaring up at him lovingly with wide eyed puppy love... we see Tessa Blanchard rolling her eyes as Paige talks her ear off, just a few feet away. While Punk looks like usual, miserable self... Heyman wears a smile that you would swear stretches ear to ear.

[ Paul Heyman ] Well, what comes to mind, Punk?

Punk sneers and shakes his head gently.

[ CM Punk ] It figures.

Heyman raises an eyebrow.

[ Paul Heyman ] Oh? What's that?

Punk gestures toward the monitor with the wave of his hand. We can still Cody celebrating with the Elevation Championship on the screen. Punk glares at Heyman with his dark, sunken eyes. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.

[ CM Punk ] It figures, Paul... that of the six men in that match, this brand new championship somehow finds itself around the waist of the guy with the most credibility... the best pedigree... it figures that the brother of the first-ever SGW United States Champion would get the so-called honor of becoming the first-ever Elevation Champion.

Heyman chuckles.

[ CM Punk ] That's what figures, Paul... get with the program!

Heyman's smile dwindles slightly and he straightens his tie.

[ CM Punk ] That's what this company does... it's what SGW is known for!

AJ squeezes Punk's arm tighter and presses her cheek to it.

[ AJ Lee ] Puuuuuunk, am I the prettiest girl in SGW?

Punk looks disgusted by the interruption.

[ CM Punk ] AJ... shut up. I'm not finished! I'm in the middle of a thought!

She pouts and looks genuinely ready to cry.

[ CM Punk ] You always do this and it's disgusting.

She lets go of his arm and wipes at her eyes before slinking away, out of the shot.

[ CM Punk ] As I was saying... this is the kind of thing SGW does... it's the kind of thing it's always done! It's pandering to the history freaks that watch this program. SGW, no matter who runs the show, no matter what owner, no matter if there's a championship committee or not... from Arn Anderson to Jim Cornette to Vince Russo... it's all happened before... it will all happen again.

Heyman's face is red, sweat rolling down his big round potato face.

[ CM Punk ] If you're not a legend... or a legacy, at least... you will not succeed here.

Heyman nods quickly, throwing up an "OK" hand sign. He agrees wholeheartedly.

[ CM Punk ] I mean, look at Revenge... look at Momentum!

His voice rises with his anger level.

[ CM Punk ] Filled with legends... legends who contribute absolutely nothing to the product... Chavo Guerrero and Pepe? Is that supposed to be a gag or something?! It wasn't even funny in 1999! This isn't my first rodeo, Paul, not by a longshot! I had a cup of coffee in SGW in 2006 and do you know what happened? I got treated like a second class citizen!

Punk points at himself with an index finger, jabbing himself in the chest repeatedly.

[ CM Punk ] They acted like I was a joke! A god damn joke! And then they turfed me out because I didn't belong... these people... they act so warm and welcoming, offering you promises of opportunity and a push, a place to be who you wanna be... but it's a lie.

Heyman's smile begins creep back across his face.

[ CM Punk ] All of it is a lie.

Punk points at nothing in particular.

[ CM Punk ] These scumbags run the so-called most successful wrestling company in the world for nearly eight years and they just packed it up and left like nothing anyone ever contributed to it mattered! Now they're suddenly back and everything is all sunshine and rainbows, come all ye merry gentlemen! Like everyone forgot! Like we're all stupid! I didn't forget! I didn't forget, Paul.

Punk clenches his fists in front of him and stares down at them.

[ CM Punk ] SGW management is made up of genocidal Nazis that don't believe any other company deserves to exist alongside them. That's how they've always been... since the beginning... and now they're back with a shiny new company logo and a freshly whitewashed history and we're all supposed to just suck it up and believe it... well, I don't think so.

Heyman places his hand on Punk's shoulder.

[ Paul Heyman ] I absolutely agree with you, Punk... but don't you worry... not for one second... because all of that will change tomorrow night at 12 Large when you become the new SGW World Heavyweight Champion... we will force this corrupt entity to bend to your will... AND IT SHALL!

Punk looks down at Heyman and smirks.

[ CM Punk ] You fuckin' idiot.

Heyman's face drops, he looks offended.

[ CM Punk ] Did you even listen to a word I just said?

Heyman looks down at the floor. Punk shouts, pointing at nothing in particular off to the side.

[ CM Punk ] THEY'RE NOT GONNA LET ME WIN THE WORLD TITLE, PAUL!

Punk is quaking with rage. Heyman looks up at him with genuine fear in his eyes.

[ CM Punk ] I don't fit... the criteria.

Punk is breathing heavily.

[ CM Punk ] Can you imagine what would happen if I became SGW champion tomorrow night?

Heyman shrugs and smirks timidly.

[ CM Punk ] If a microphone in my hand is a pipe bomb...

He stares Heyman down.

[ CM Punk ] ...that championship would be a nuclear warhead.

Heyman removes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes his face down.

[ CM Punk ] I have a much more important role here... than SGW World Champion... I will continue to be the voice of the voiceless... I will be this company's lone beacon of truth... I will be an ideal... something this company can't break down or destroy like an ordinary man--

The lights go out in the room suddenly. We can hear AJ Lee gasp. There's a long moment where we can hear nothing but shuffling inside the room, things being knocked aside as members of The Cult of Personality try to find a light switch. That movement quickly comes to a stop when we hear a voice radiating from nowhere in particular... a familiar voice.

[ Aleister Black ] C... M... Punk.

The live crowd pops huge upon realization of who the voice belongs to.

[ Aleister Black ] You speak of becoming a beacon of truth... but that is not your fate, unfortunately.

The fans are buzzing with anticipation. Punk cries out in the darkness.

[ CM Punk ] Where are you, Aleister!? Show your face! Fight me like a man!

We hear a dry laugh.. Black is amused.

[ Aleister Black ] How can I fight you like a man, CM Punk... when I have ascended and become more than a mere mortal man? I am the one true ideal you seek to become... I am not the voice of the voiceless... but the voice of the damned... the doomed who reside with me in purgatory... I am your reflection in the mirror, the devil on your shoulder, and the monster under your bed... all at once, all the time... neverending, never and forever...

[ CM Punk ] You're dead, Aleister... you think you can psych me out?! You think this is the kind of thing that works on me!? You're nothing! You're nothing to me, pal!

[ Aleister Black ] You are no beacon of truth... I shall defeat you tomorrow night and go on to become the SGW World Heavyweight Champion... and while there, sitting upon the throne in my burning kingdom, I shall cast darkness upon you... and leave your truths laid bare.

The lights come back on and we see AJ is clinging to one of Punk's arms while Heyman is clinging to the other. Tessa and Paige look around their surroundings, clearly bothered by what just happened. Punk realizes what's going on around him and shoves Heyman and AJ off of him. Punk picks up a steel chair from the ground, folds it up, and throws it down on the floor, hard. AJ flinches at the crash.

[ CM Punk ] Screw you, Aleister.

He clenches his fist and shakes it gently, looking down at it... focused intently.

[ CM Punk ] You're not so damn tough.

We quickly fade out and return to the ringside area.

The fans are still excited, salivating at the thought of CM Punk versus Aleister Black tomorrow night, as we return to the ringside area. Without a second to catch our breath, "Saturday Sleepover" hits and Candy Floss emerges from the back in her bright pink and blue gear, clutching an oversized lollipop! The fans cheer loudly as she runs from one side of the stage to the other, beaming with pure, unadulterated, exaggerated happiness!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Here she is, gentlemen! Candy Floss! Making her debut tonight at Mile High Madness!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Candy Floss, indeed! Sugar and spice and everything nice! All rolled up inta' one!

[ Tony Schiavone ] This is a huge opportunity for her tonight! By the time this broadcast goes off the air, we're gonna see a brand new, first-ever SGW Women's World Champion! Whoever comes out on top in this contest is surely gonna be in the running for a shot at the championship!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] If Candy Floss can secure a win over a card carrying memba' of Los Ingobernables, what a statement that'll be!

Candy Floss makes her way down to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, remaining on her stomach momentarily as she rests her chin on her hands, smiling adorably at the fans in the front row! She rises to her feet and waits in the corner, clutching her lollipop. Paul Turner approaches and attempts to take it away, citing it as a foreign object but she cringes away from him, holding it just out of reach as the fans at ringside laugh. As this goes on, her music cuts and is quickly replaced by "No Guidance" and the fans erupt in boos! The song plays for several long seconds with no sign of anyone following. Finally, Scarlett Bordeaux saunters out from behind the curtain in an outfit that more closely resembles strips of black electrical tape than legitimate wrestling gear. She stands at the edge of the stage, running her hands through her hair and smiling seductively.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Well, there's Scarlett! Where's Dario Cueto?!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Where, indeed! Just moments ago, he saw his meal ticket, Tetsuya Naito, fall short once again! I've no doubt he's backstage tryin' to put the pieces back togetha'!

[ Scott Steiner ] HOLD ON A SECOND! THIS BROAD AIN'T EVEN WEARIN' CLOTHES!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Put the children to bed, folks! It's time t' tune in t' the bloody Smoke Show!

[ Scott Steiner ] NO! I AIN'T KIDDIN', JASON STATHAM! THEY AIN'T NO WAY THIS FUCKIN' SKANK CAN TAKE NO BUMPS WITHOUT FALLIN' OUTTA HER SHIT! IS THIS SOME KINDA' JOKE!? IS VINCE RUSSO BOOKIN' THIS DIVISION NOW!? WHERE'S THE GRAVY BOWL!?

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I... I'm not entirely sure how t' respond--

[ Scott Steiner ] TELL ME THERE'S A GOD DAMN GRAVY BOWL COMIN'!

Scarlett saunters down to ringside, seeming unbothered by what happened earlier, despite Cueto's noticeable absence. She climbs the ring steps and sits on the middle rope, looking out at the fans before swinging her legs around and entering the ring. Scarlett looks referee Paul Turner up and down hungrily, running her tongue across her upper row of teeth. He looks away, clearly uncomfortable. Without further incident, Scarlett takes her place in the corner and Paul Turner calls for the bell to begin the match!

Referee - Paul Turner | Time Limit - 30:00

As soon as the match begins, there's a loud chant of "CANDY! CANDY! CANDY FUCKIN' FLOSS!" and Candy Floss turns around to wave at the fans, leaving her vulnerable to her opponent! Scarlett Bordeaux crashes into her from behind, drilling her with a series of forearm blows to the back before grabbing two handfuls of hair and whipping her around into the center of the ring! The momentum causes Candy's feet to leave the mat and Scarlett releases her, causing her to spin out and land face first on the mat! Scarlett smiles and runs a hand through her hair. Candy pushes back up to all fours and Scarlett immediately field goal kicks her right in the ribs, sending her careening over onto her back! Scarlett seductively stands over Candy Floss with one leg on either side of her before running her hands through her hair and gyrating! The fans are split right down the middle between boos and catcalls!

[ Scott Steiner ] GOD DAMN! I DIDN'T THINK THIS WAS THAT KINDA' SHOW!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Such disrespect from Scarlett Bordeaux!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Yes, indeed! Such filthy, dirty, smokin' hot disrespect!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Nigel! Come on!

Scarlett suddenly drops down to her knees, takes hold of the back of Candy's head, and begins nailing her with forearms right to the head! Candy Floss struggles to cover up, her legs kicking away behind Bordeaux! Finally, Candy stops the onslaught by kicking her legs up and hooking Scarlett's arms, pulling her over in a pinning predicament! One! Two! Th-- Scarlett kicks out!

[ Tony Schiavone ] She almost got her! What an upset that would've been!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Ya' won't get Scarlett Bordeaux that easily! I hear she's an expert at workin' from underneath!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Okay, seriously. You have to stop!

Candy and Scarlett both roll back to their feet and charge at one another! Scarlett goes for a clothesline but Candy grabs her arm and yanks her down into a crucifix pin! One! Two! Th-- Scarlett kicks out! Both women back to their feet and Scarlett walks right into a HIP TOSS! She sits up, touching her back, and returns to her feet... only to walk right into a BODY SLAM! Scarlett feeds back up to her feet and turns right around into a RUNNING DROP KICK from Candy Floss! Scarlett rolls out of the ring where she lands on all fours, looking exasperated and disheveled.

Inside the ring, Candy Floss is teasing a dive and the fans are cheering loudly! She runs and hits the ropes, bounces off and hits the other side... but just as she prepares to dive... she drops to all fours, looking absolutely drained of energy! Her shoulders slump and she tilts her head back, visibly sobbing... she's somehow got nothing left!

[ Scott Steiner ] WHAT'S THIS BULLSHIT GOIN' ON RIGHT HERE!?

[ Tony Schiavone ] I think... I think it's definitely... YES! She's suffering a sugar crash!

[ Scott Steiner ] WAIT WHAT!? WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN, TONY!? WHAT IS THIS IGNORANT BULLSHIT!? A SUGAR CRASH!? QUIT YER CRYIN' 'N GET UP 'N FINISH THE MATCH! AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THIS GRAB ASS BULLSHIT!

Without a second to spare, referee Paul Turner reaches into his pocket and quickly drops to one knee next to Candy Floss, handing her a handful of red licorice and bubble gum that he just happened to have on him for just such an occasion! Candy's eyes light up and she begins shoving the candy into her mouth, chewing it anxiously before crying out, hitting the ropes, and wiping out Scarlett Bordeaux with a SUICIDE DIVE!

[ Tony Schiavone ] From sugar crash to SUGAR RUSH! Candy Floss is BACK in the fight!

Despite nearly lawn darting herself into the guardrail, Candy is up immediately, pumping her fists as the fans chant "HOLY SHIT!" Candy is all fired up and grabs a handful of Scarlett's hair! She drags Scarlett toward the apron and then forces her under the bottom rope! Scarlett rolls to the center of the ring but remains flat on her back, looking worse for wear and covering her face with both hands. Candy Floss follows her in, still feeling the effects of the SUGAR RUSH, and bends down to pick Scarlett up off the mat... only for Scarlett to throw up a leg and kick her right in the head! Candy goes down to all fours and Scarlett returns to her feet. Scarlett reaches down to grab a handful of Candy's hair, yanking her head up off the mat. Candy tries to fight her off, taking hold of her wrist but Scarlett begins shouting in her face, "STAY DOWN, IDIOT! YOU'RE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME!" and Candy suddenly comes alive, pulling Scarlett down by her arm and rolling her over, ending up on top of her while locking in... THE CANDY CANE! Candy Floss cranks back on the hold and Scarlett Bordeaux immediately taps out!

WINNER - Candy Floss via Submission in 7:31

The pop huge and Candy Floss quickly releases the hold, allowing Scarlett to roll out of the ring, clutching her shoulder with tears in her eyes! Scarlett staggers to the back, looking visibly upset as Candy Floss goes corner to corner, celebrating her huge, debut victory!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Dario Cueto... will not be pleased!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Scarlett Bordeaux put up a helluva fight but in the end, it was the superia' technical prowess of one Miss Candy Floss that won the day!

[ Scott Steiner ] HOW THE HELL DID THAT INGERBERNABLUH BROAD TAKE ALL THOSE GOD DAMN HITS AND NOT FALL OUTTA HER SHIT!? I WANNA FUCKIN' REFUND!

Paul Turner raises Candy Floss' arm in victory, standing in the middle of the ring as we cut to black.

As we shift gears, the cameras take us to the locker room area where we see the celebration ongoing for the new Elevation Champion, Cody Rhodes. Brandi is seen popping the cork on a large bottle of champagne as Dustin, without the face paint, and Cody are sharing a moment with one another. As the champagne spews out of the bottle like lava from a volcano, Brandi loudly voices a proclamation.

[ Brandi Rhodes ] LET’S GIVE IT UP FOR THE FIRST EVER SGW ELEVATION CHAMPION! THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE! MR. UNDENIABLE! CODY FRICKIN’ RHODES!

[ Dustin Rhodes ] Here, here!

Brandi pours the champagne in some glasses as Cody puts his newly won title down on a nearby chair.

[ Brandi Rhodes ] Not good enough to be in 12 Large, huh? Well, screw standing back and waiting on something to happen. It’s time for us to FORCE their hand! Three defenses and they won’t be able to deny you a shot at their World title that they protect so much that YOU cannot fight for it, but Sin Cara sure as hell can!

[ Cody Rhodes ] I dedicate this title to both of you. I love you both.. SGW has a long history and the first champions are always remembered fondly. I can only dream about how the memory of tonight stacks up down the line.

[ Brandi Rhodes ] It’ll stack up among the greats, Cody. Because you’re going to forget EVERYTHING else going on around you and focus on defending that title. I don’t care if you defend it against Matt Sydal or Randy Orton. Three wins equals a WORLD. TITLE. SHOT! That’s the goal in all of this! The SGW World Championship.

The words from Brandi’s mouth noticeably bother Dustin, who does his best to deflect them and show pride for his baby brother.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] She’s right, baby brother. This is your time now! Our tag team stuff can take a backseat.

[ Cody Rhodes ] There’s nothing in the rule books that says I can’t do both. Don’t be stupid.

Without an invitation, Jack Evans and Angelico come strutting into the scene in their neon colors and the SGW Tag Team titles over their shoulders. Angelico takes one of the spare glasses of champagne while Jack Evans sizes up Brandi.

[ Jack Evans ] Ey girl. What it do?

[ Brandi Rhodes ] No. Not even if you paid me. Never.

[ Jack Evans ] Whoa! Hold up, mama! Don’t be so mad! I thought this was a celebration, right? Cody Rhodes, the man with all the nicknames and the fake chip on his shoulder, big winner tonight, right?!

[ Angelico ] And we have the bubbly to prove it!

Within a minute, the Hybrid 2 has already worn out their welcomes.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] Is there somethin’ we can do for you guys?

[ Jack Evans ] Nah man. Just keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Good idea, too.

Evans slaps the face plate of his title proudly as it shines in the lights from the ceiling.

[ Jack Evans ] Little hottie over there had a good idea. Focus on your little belt, Cody. You and your brother don’t need to come steppin’ to the Champs! You two ain’t good enough to hang with us!

[ Angelico ] Probably couldn’t beat us on your best day!

[ Jack Evans ] Naw, not even, bro! But hey, it’s alright. It was a cool story to tell at Momentum. It got some good publicity out of it, too. Everyone loves a warm, loving family.

Angelico finishes his glass of champagne and drops the glass on the ground, shattering it.

[ Angelico ] Oops. My bad. Guess that glass shattered like y’alls dreams a’becomin’ Tag Champs did! Man Dustin, guess you gotta’ blame it all on little bro bein’ better than you, huh? That’s gotta’ sting!

[ Jack Evans ] Yeah! While Cody is gonna’ be booked all the time with that belt, I wouldn’t be surprised if they just fired your old ass! ‘Cause, let’s face it, it’s almost 2020, baby! Ain’t room in pro wrestling for dinosaurs like you, bitch!

[ Angelico ] If you come step at us, we’ll be the asteroid that finishes you off!

Having enough, Cody lets out a sigh, knowing he’s about to have to restore order from the Hybrid 2 overtaking the moment.

[ Cody Rhodes ] You know, one of these days, we’re going to meet in that ring for your titles. The Brotherhood threw their hats in the ring for those titles over your shoulders and I meant it. It wasn’t an empty promise or hollow words to garner sympathy and crowd support. I meant it. Dustin and I, soon and very soon, we’re coming for those.

Cody steps up on Evans, towering over him like he’s a giant.

[ Cody Rhodes ] And when we do, we’re going to kick the shit out of both of you.

Cody pauses.

[ Cody Rhodes ] Just like I did your buddy, Naito.

[ Angelico ] Oh, so we’re gonna’ play that huh? You got lucky, Cody! You can have your moment tonight, sure, but once Dairo comes up with a game plan that ends with you two being wiped off the face of the earth, best believe we’re gonna’ steal your hot ass wife.

[ Brandi Rhodes ] Again, no. Nah uh. I’d rather bathe in battery acid.

[ Jack Evans ] Bitch, what is you mean “nah uh?”

[ Brandi Rhodes ] Are you freaking stupid? Legitimately. Are you stupid?

Brandi turns and looks to Cody and Dustin with an exhausted look on her face. This is just more than she’s wanting to deal with right now.

[ Brandi Rhodes ] Cody, Dustin, get rid of them before I kick their asses myself.

Angelico and Evans throw their hands up in the air and start backing off.

[ Jack Evans ] Hold up, hold up, hold up! We ain’t meanin’ no harm. Hey, y’all have your little party! Drink all of that champagne! You earned it tonight, Cody. You boys just remember, the Hyrbid 2, Los Ingobernables, we run this bitch til the day SGDubya closes, baby! Stay as far away from the tag division as you can or else, you gonna’ get got!

The Hybrid 2 leave the view of the camera, leaving Brandi rolling her eyes so hard they almost fall out. Dustin puts his hand on the back of Cody’s neck and gives it a squeeze.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] Celebrate tonight, brother. We’ll worry about them when the time is right.

[ Cody Rhodes ] I think that time is coming sooner rather than later.

[ Dustin Rhodes ] Well, you know you can count on me whenever you’re ready for ‘em.

Brandi cocks her eyes at Dustin as she sips on her champagne. Knowing less is more, she bites her tongue and chooses to let them have this moment, for tonight anyway. The scene fades.

A black screen overtakes our view. In the middle, in green video game font, “Press Start” flashes repeatedly. A familiar voice that needs no introduction breaks through the silence.

“I am The Game.”

“I am that damn good.”

“In front of you stands the King of Kings.”

“The Cerebral Assassin.”

“The Creator..”

As the darkness fades, Triple H is seen seated comfortably in a leather chair. He’s wearing one of his finest black suits with a red necktie to complete the look. He adjusts the cuffs of his white dress shirt while menacingly staring into the camera.

“And The Destroyer.”

Triple H gives a short laugh.

“Solid Gold Wrestling, I am what’s best for business..”

He pauses briefly.

“It’s time to play the game.”

Our view of Triple H fades slowly. In the same flashing green video game text, "End Game" appears on the screen behind the black background.

Triple H is Coming - 12.14.19

As we fade pleasantly from the goings-on behind the curtain and return to a spanning shot of the capacity crowd jammed into the Pepsi Center in downtown Denver, the 20,000+ are suddenly overcome by a terrible, terrible fever.

DISCO Fever.

If the speaker system in the Pepsi Center were sentient, and thus, capable of human sickness, it would be on the verge of death, spewing its’ guts over the patrons jammed in the seats below it as ‘Disco Fever’ played loudly. As it’s repetitive lyrics “Disco Fee-vah! Disco Fee-vah! Disco Fee-vah! Yeah yeah yeah yeah!” threaten the very sanity of all those who hear it as its bearer, the appropriately named 1970s throwback Disco Inferno begins to saunter through the curtain, shaking his booty for all to see.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Fans at home, we cannot, either by law or by any other means, force you to get up and dance with the Disco Inferno as he struts down to the ring for four-way compete—

[ Scott Steiner ] SHUT THE HELL UP! THIS IS TOO DAMN FAR, NOW. YOU MORONS KEEP TROTTING OUT GARBAGE PEOPLE, STUPID ‘LESS-THAN’ HUMANS LIKE DANIELSON AND NOW THIS PANSY-ASS BITCH, THESE PEOPLE ARE GUNNA QUIT SHOWIN’ UP TO THESE DAMN SHOWS, THEN HOW’RE YOU GONNA PAY ME, SCHIAVONE?! WHAT THE HELL IS THE DAMN DEAL WITH THIS MOLTEN LAVA DIARRHEA BULLSHIT, HAH?!

[ Tony Schiavone ] …I, uh…

Tony looks to Nigel, who is just as blank faced as Schiavone himself. Nigel shrugs as Disco stomps up the ring steps, wiggling his posterior with each successive stride to the ring before crossing the threshold of the squared circle through the ropes and dancing in center-ring. Steiner is not-at-all pleased with Schiavone’s lack of answers…or Disco’s dancing.

[ Scott Steiner ] ANSWER, BITCH! HOW AM I GUNNA GET MY MONEY IF YOUR STUPID SHOWS QUIT DRAWIN’?!

[ Tony Schiavone ] I don’t know, Scott!! I’m so sorry, I don’t know! Disco Inferno is here and –

[ Scott Steiner ] NO! NO MORE! CALL HIM DISCO BITCH! DO IT, OR I’LL BREAK YOUR FAT, SKINNY NECK YOU STUPID SMART-ASS!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] <aside> Lots to unpack in that one.

Tony is heard swallowing hard as Disco tosses his furry orange cowboy hat off screen to an attendant and continues his dancing routine. Senior Official Aubrey Edwards politely declines the opportunity to dance with the Inferno as Schiavone finally speaks again.

[ Tony Schiavone ] …fans…this, err…this is the…<sigh>…Disco Bitch.

[ Scott Steiner ] BETTER! I KNOWS YOU CAN’T REWRITE A BOOK INNA DAY BUT YOUS GOTTA START WITH ONE SENTENCE AT A TIME! I’ll make this damn company better if I gotta do it alone! NOW! Who the hell’s next…who’s gonna beat the hell outta DISCO BITCH??

As the disco tune fades, it is quickly replaced by “ChaChaLaLa” and the Pepsi Center fans are instructed via video screens on the intricacies and proper form of ‘Fandangoing.’ The Colorado fans begin pointing their index fingers high, lifting one arm higher than the other and back and forth to the tune of the song. After a moment, none other than Fandango himself struts through the curtain like a peacock, arms spread wide and each step delicately placed before his last. The Ballroom Dancer leaps into the air with a majestic pirouette and lands perfectly in center-stage, wide-eyed with a big pucker on his lips.

[ Scott Steiner ] THIS HAS GOTTA BE A DAMN JOKE! TONY BLAIR, FESS UP, WAS IT YOU?! SOME KINDA REVENGE FOR A LITTLE TEA PARTY WE THREW 2,000 YEARS AGO?!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Scott, at the risk of permanent disfigurement…are you seriously insinuating…that I invited both Disco Inferno and Fandango…to compete in Solid Gold Wrestling…to deliberately screw with you…as retribution…for the Boston Tea Party…which happened nearly 244 years ago…and which neither you NOR I had any direct implication from in our entire lifetime?

Steiner is silent as Fandango leaps into the ring and…well, I suppose you would call it ‘aggressively dances AT’ Disco Inferno, who is appalled at the sight. Eventually, Steiner replies.

[ Scott Steiner ] HELL YEAH THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYIN’! DIDJA DO IT?!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] …no, Scott. I did not invite Disco Inferno and Fandango to compete here as retribution for the Boston Tea Party to intentionally dick you over. If I had it my way, they’d be as far from this ring as possible.

Steiner goes off, ranting to and about no one and nothing in particular as the Ballroom Dancer’s tune fades to silence. It is very quickly replaced by the theme from “Magnum P.I.,” which pops the crowd in the Pepsi Center – they’re ready to see their favorite Police Duo! Detective Bill Carr storms through the curtain, eyes wide and crazed before walking ‘stealthily’ across the stage and beckoning for his partner – Officer Dan Barry – who will soon be competing in this four-way encounter. Officer Barry slides through the curtain, finger gun drawn and points it down the barrel of the nearest camera! He lowers his aviators and recognizes this isn’t a perp – it’s simply a camera! He apologizes for his confusion and begins walking alongside his partner to the ring.

[ Scott Steiner ] I’M BEIN’ DAMN SERIOUS, WHERE ARE THE CAMERAS?! WHERE’S ASHTIN KOOSHER?! THIS IS A JOKE!! A DAMN JOKE! KILL MY ASS, DEAD! R.I.P! KILL ME RIGHT NOW!

[ Tony Schiavone ] It’s no joke, Scott – and don’t be worried! Officer Dan Ba—

[ Scott Steiner ] WHAT THE HELL WOULD I WORRY ABOUT, SCHIAVONE?! LOOK AT ME! I GOTS THE LARGEST DAMN ARMS IN THE WORLD! I AIN’T GOT THIS SKINNY-ASS COP TO SWEAT AND I’M SURE NOT WORRIED ABOUT DETECTIVE FATSO, NEITHER!!

Schiavone just cuts it right out and the booth is silent as Barry slides into the ring, leaps up the turnbuckles of a vacant corner, and brandishes his finger-pistol for the audience to see – many of them reciprocate the gesture as the Officer grins broadly to the Pepsi Center in response. “Virtual Voodoo” fires up over the speakers and Denver reacts in a whole new way – a mixture of confusion and fear. The feeling is amplified when Jacob Fatu bolts through the curtain and stops, seething with intensity at the top of the ramp, looking around the Pepsi Center with wild eyes.

[ ??? ] Ehhhhhh-s’cuch-a me!

From behind Fatu, through the curtain, the words announce the man before he can even be seen, but that doesn’t stop Denver from jeering voraciously when Armando Estrada comes strutting through the curtain, microphone in hand and dressed to the nines. Estrada’s duo-toned gray suit is expertly tailored and his Brooks Brothers straw fedora is placed just so atop his short, coiffed hair; his tone is still as grating as ever and his smile just as toothy and obnoxious.

[ Armando Estrada ] Mai naime és….Armááá-nndo! Ellll-eh-jánnnndro! EstrRrRrRrRrRrRrRrRrRr-ADA, HA-HA!

The fans know his name, they know his spiel, they know his deal; they don’t like it. Jacob Fatu stands, ready to strike at the first syllable directing it from his manager, who rattles on.

[ Armando Estrada ] I knoooow…tha’chu tree boyce in thuh ring there are ready…to make an impression! But…let me tell choose sumfing right now – the weener of thees match? Will be…Da Sa-mow-an…WAAAARE-WULF! Chay-Cobbbb! FA-TU!

Fatu throws his arms out to the side when his name is called, nearly popping Estrada in the face! The squirrely manager ducks out of the way at the last moment and laughs.

[ Armando Estrada ] My WAREWULF…ATTACK!

Estrada jabs a long, thin finger at the ring and Fatu runs to the squared circle, sliding into the ring and running into battle as Senior Official Aubrey Edwards called for the bell to kick off the match!

Referee - Aubrey Edwards | Time Limit - 45:00

Fatu slides into the ring and WRECKS Disco with a lariat as Fandango runs up, popping the Samoan Werewolf with a clubbing blow to the back before spinning away, right into Officer Dan Barry, who dropkicks the Ballroom Dancer to the floor! Barry is feeling the energy the Pepsi Center is pumping out and runs off the far ropes, looking for a dive – but Fatu is alive and catches him, spinning around and around before tossing the Officer to the floor, where he smashes into Fandango with a gross impact!

[ Tony Schiavone ] MY WORD! What strength from Jacob Fatu!

[ Scott Steiner ] HELL YEAH! THIS GUY MAY COME FROM A LINE OF A BUNCHA FAAAT ASSES BUT HE’S A BAD ASS! NOTHIN’ LIKE THAT FAAT ASS S’MO JOE! I HOPE THIS WEREWOLF BITES SOMEONE’S DAMN HEAD RIGHT OFF THEIR DAMN BODY!

Fatu snarls and howls out in an intimidating fashion as Disco cowers in the corner…but unfortunately for the Disco practitioner, that’s the wrong spot to hide from the Samoan Werewolf, who crashes into his opponent with the Samoan Wrecking Ball! The running hip attack ravages Disco’s head, giving him a glazed look automatically. Fatu gets RIGHT in Disco’s face and roars again before bouncing out of the far corner and WRECKING Disco again with the running hip attack!

From the outside, Fandango slides into the ring with fury – but runs right into Fatu, who tosses him into the air and claps the Ballroom Dancer with a pop-up Samoan Drop!! ONE! TWO! NO!! Senior Official Aubrey Edwards could not reach the count of three before Officer Dan Barry crashed into the cover, breaking up the pinning predicament.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Officer Barry may have bitten off more than he can chew by breaking up this Werewolf’s pinfall attempt!

[ Scott Steiner ] THE PO-PO is gonna get GOT!

Fatu leaps to his feet and instantly throttles Barry by the throat, pulling the Officer of the law in close to look him directly in the eyes! It doesn’t take long for Detective Bill Carr to slide into the ring and bash Fatu with a big clubbing blow, breaking the chokehold! Fatu falls to his hands and knees and Team Tremendous works quickly, Carr taking Barry’s foot and tossing him backwards with an assisted standing moonsault – followed by a big boy senton! – and Barry finishes the sequence by climbing to Carr’s shoulders and hitting a big splash! ONE! TWO! NO! FATU MUSCLES OFF THE CANVAS!

[ Tony Schiavone ] SO CLOSE! SO CLOSE! Team Tremendous nearly broke off a big victory there!

As Edwards begins to escort Carr from the ring so she can restore order to this madhouse in the ring, the Pepsi Center’s combined attention is pulled to the staging area – WHERE A RENEGADE GOLF CART CRASHES INTO THE SIDE OF THE STAGE!

[ Scott Steiner ] WHAT IN THE HELL IS THIS, NOW?!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Hey! Looks like Sydal ended up controlling the cart after all!

It’s Matt Sydal, carting himself and Cameraman Jeff, who is frozen in fear in the passenger side of the now-crashed cart, gripping his camera for dear life and visibly crying.

[ Scott Steiner ] AWW QUIT CRYIN’, YA PUSS! YOU LIVED A BIG-ASS ADVENTURE AND LIVED TO TELL THE TALE, DIDNCHA?!

About the time Steiner finishes his statement, Sydal’s eyes go wide and he shoves Jeff from the seat of the cart, diving out of the way of Luke Harper’s cart, which drives OVER the destroyed vehicle Sydal had commandeered with his broken body earlier, leaving a mangled heap of golf carts crashed-into-and-making-a-strange-ladder-to the staging! The fans roar out, some in excitement, some in fear, but all are riveted as Jeff, frightened for his life, calls out to referee Rick Knox, who is somehow uninjured from the cart collision moments ago. Knox begins lowering himself down the cart structure and assisting Jeff, who has sat his camera down on a nearby electrical table and is shaking in fear. Meanwhile, Harper is doing his best to climb from his seat in the golf cart up to the stage – and Sydal is climbing UP the cart contraption to join him!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Good Lord, are these two serious right now?!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Deadly serious, Tony! This is a Mile-High Street Fight, only one man wins – maybe not even that many walk out the same man as before!

Harper reaches the stage – and Sydal is right behind him! The two men immediately resume their fist fight, slinging blows left and right in every direction and connecting with each one!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] PROTECT YOURSELVES, JESUS!

Harper misses a big shot when Sydal ducks and Mr. Sadistic wobbles treacherously on the edge of the stage, finally regaining his balance and turning – right into a Matt Sydal cross-body-block! The two men travel down, down and into the electric area Jeff sat his camera earlier, actually only a foot or two from where our fearful cameraman stands currently! A mess of sparks fly up from around the area as the stage lights flicker briefly before finding their balance in a backup generator – what an impact!

[ Tony Schiavone ] GOOD LORD! MY WORD! WHAT A DEATH-DEFYING MANEUVER FROM MATTHEW SYDAL!!

[ Scott Steiner ] HIS ASS MAY HAVE BEEN REBORN BUT NOW HE’S RE-DEAD!

Steiner may well be correct – but no! Sydal manages to lurch his arm over Harper’s busted body just as Jeff lifts his camera to resume capturing the action of the Mile-High Street Fight – ONE! TWO! TH—NO! NO! Luke Harper works his shoulder up out of the mess of wood and wire! Sydal’s face is written with pain and shock as we cut back to the ring, where Jacob Fatu is the unfortunate victim of a double suplex attempt from Fandango and Disco Inferno – but they can’t quite complete the throw, even with two men against one! Fatu eventually plants his feet and, in a superhuman feat of strength, lifts both men and scores with a huge double suplex of his own!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Great Mother of God, what an impact! Cover someone, Fatu!

Before the Samoan Werewolf can acknowledge the shouts of McGuinness or, more closely, Estrada from ringside, Officer Dan Barry is flying through the air with a beautiful Shooting Star Press, smashing Disco Inferno’s ribcage with a mighty roar of the crowd! COVER! ONE! TWO! T—NO!! Fatu is there to break up the fall and all four men are down and worn from this puzzlingly smash-mouth encounter in the ring!

Back at the stage area, Harper is somehow the first man to his feet and is dragging Sydal from their landing place and tosses him violently toward the ring! Mister Sadistic follows his opponent, who crawls for the ring. Inside the ring, Officer Barry struggles to his knees and reaches into his pocket, producing his police badge! He informs Senior Official Aubrey Edwards that this match is now a crime scene and invites Detective Bill Carr BACK into the ring for assistance. Not having a Blue’s Clue what in the world protocol is for the bonkers situation concerning both the four-way showcase as well as the Mile High Street Fight taking place in her jurisdiction, Edwards shakes her head in disbelief and allows the madness to carry on. Carr lifts Fatu onto his shoulders, Doomsday-style as Barry begins climbing the ropes and the Pepsi Center roars out in excitement! Barry and Carr position themselves – and Barry locks Fatu in a ¾ facelock while he’s on Carr’s shoulders – and flies!! It’s the Doomsday Shirinui – “BOOK ‘EM, DANNO!” Fatu takes the impact high on his shoulders and rolls across the ring in a heap as the Pepsi Center begin chanting!

“TEAM! TREE! MEN! DUS!”
*clap clap clapclapclap *
“TEAM! TREE! MEN! DUS!”
*clap clap clapclapclap *
“TEAM! TREE! MEN! DUS!”
*clap clap clapclapclap *

Barry begins inching his way across the ring to cover Fatu – but Armando Estrada pulls his charge from the ring! The business mogul and loudmouth AAE has taken his client from the ring – and begins walking up the aisle! The Samoan Werewolf is dazed, but snarling viciously even as his manager escorts him from the damage and destruction of this crazy situation!

[ Armando Estrada ] THEES ES NO PLACE TO WORK! THEES ES BOOL-SHEET!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Where are these two going?! There’s a match going on, you big goof!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Discretion is the better part of valor, Tony – Armando Estrada wisely understands the bedlam occurring is no place for his Samoan Werewolf!

As Disco Inferno and Fandango rise from the mat, Barry and Carr begin a sequence of punching and ducking blows from their opponents, finishing as Barry rolls across Carr’s back with a lovely spinning wheel kick to knock Fandango down and out of the ring! Sensing the moment to strike is here and now, Barry begins instructing Carr to be seated on the top rope, that he’d dive off onto Disco and win the match! Outside the ring, Harper has caught up to Sydal and has his opponent by the throat, choking him – but Sydal breaks the hold and leaps up high, CLOCKING Mr. Sadistic with a rising knee strike right to the point of the jaw! Harper’s on jelly legs and eventually falls to the protective mat at ringside!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Pin him, Sydal! Cover him!

Sydal does the opposite and instead begins wandering to the ring, where Carr is seated on the top rope and Barry is climbing the buckles behind him, looking to put this four-way showcase to bed. Just as Barry puts a foot on his partner’s left shoulder and prepares to step up fully, Fandango is up and clatters Barry with a big gamengiri, knocking the officer down to the floor below! The Pepsi Center roars out in excitement at the huge bump, but before they can process it, Fandango and MATT SYDAL are climbing up the buckles behind Carr, who is startled! Fandango punches Carr stiffly in the mouth before questioning what in the world Sydal is doing in the ring! Sydal does not respond, but shoves Fandango off the second rope and to the floor, where Harper sort of shove-catches him, stunning the big man on the ground. Thinking quickly, Sydal finishes the climb up Carr’s shoulders – and DIVES! IT’S A SHOOTING STAR PRESS OFF OF BILL CARR’S SHOULDERS ON THE TOP ROPE, ABSOLUTELY WRECKING LUKE HARPER, FANDANGO, AND RICK KNOX ON THE MATS BELOW!

[ Scott Steiner ] FLIPPTY-DIPPTY FROM THE FAT COP’S SHOULDERS! THE REBORN KID HAS A DEATH WISH FOR SURE!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This is one of the damnedest things I’ve ever laid eyes on, boys.

Carr is still ROCKED on the top rope, stunned from having a grown man climb him like a ladder then DIVE off of him, which gives Disco Inferno plenty of time to rise to his feet, the only man in the ringside area to do so – and the Pepsi Center jeers him tremendously as he begins disco dancing.

[ Scott Steiner ] DAMMIT!

Disco approaches Carr’s corner and begins to climb, shouting for anyone listening that he’s going to “boogie oogie oogie his ass into the ground!” Unfortunately for the Disco Dancer, Carr comes alive, throat chopping Disco and then shoving him backwards – Disco lands on his feet but Carr stands and drops down to his feet – propelling himself forward with a CANADIAN DESTROYER! The Pepsi Center roars out in joy as the Detective plants Disco’s skull into the mat with a gross thud and rolls off him! Aubrey Edwards is still thoroughly shook, but acknowledges Dan Barry climbing the turnbuckles! Barry is alive…and draws his finger gun from its holster as he reaches the top rope! He points the barrel of his index finger down at Disco – and fires! Disco sells the non-existent gunshot like the jackass he is and Barry flies off the ropes – DIVING LEGDROP! COVERRR! ONE! TWO! THREE! Holy hell, where’s the Tylenol?!

WINNER - Officer Dan Barry via Pin Fall in 16:33

As the bell rings, the Pepsi Center celebrate the victory of Team Tremendous, who struggle to regroup after the insanity that’s transpired. Eventually, all attention is pulled from the pair as Harper and Sydal go crashing through a barricade, storming into the crowd, literally rolling and punching one another like a damn cartoon! Rick Knox wobbilily follows the pair, flanked as always by Cameraman Jeff as the fans gasp and yell out at the ensuing madness that is the Mile High Street Fight.

[ Tony Schiavone ] You know something, fans – Mile High Madness is an appropriate name for this show!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] You’re damn right it is, Tony.

[ Scott Steiner ] THE DISCO BITCH GOT SHOT RIGHT IN HIS STUPID DISCO-DANCIN’ ASS! HE DESERVED IT. EXECUTION!! BIG POPPA PUMP LOVES IT…BUT HATES THOSE POLICEMENS! IT’S CONFLICTION IN MY MIND, DAMMIT!

Before long, we fade from the visual of a victorious Team Tremendous backing up the ramp and the sounds of a rampaging Scott Steiner to a shot far away from the lunacy of the ring, somewhere in the backstage area of the vast Pepsi Center.

Backstage, we see Bayley in a Sasha Banks t-shirt and jeans. She is pacing back and forth with a worried look on her face. Her movements allow us to catch a glimpse of boots in the background. As Bayley moves, she makes way for us to get a better shot of they belong to.

Sasha Banks.

And she’s laying on the floor of the locker room, in her ring gear. Sasha has her left arm draped over her face, but you can see a stream of tears escaping her cheeks.

[ Bayley ] Dude, I just don’t know what we’re supposed to do. Like, I feel like I should be hyping you up and stuff, but, like, I get it. I just want you to be happy.

[ Sasha Banks ] I’ll never be happy, Bayley! Never!

[ Bayley ] Aw man, I mean, it’s not all bad! The Gold Rush is going to be sick!

[ Sasha Banks ] I’m not competing. It’s so unfair. Me, of all people, in a nine-woman match? Wouldn’t you agree that it’s not very Boss-like?

Sasha’s phone dings. Without the will to live, let alone to check her phone, she hands it to Bayley.

[ Sasha Banks ] If it’s Mikaze, tell him I’m dead.

[ Bayley ] Dead?! Of what?

Sasha sniffs as another tear runs down the side of her face. Somehow, laying on the disgusting floor of the locker room is her only comfort right now.

[ Sasha Banks ] A broken heart.

[ Bayley ] Uh, Sasha, you’re gonna’ want to see this…

Sasha sighs. The stress. The stress is just too much for her to bare. People wouldn’t understand. Fortunately, Sasha is able to muster the energy to respond.

[ Sasha Banks ] Just give me the news. I’m too weak.

Bayley’s face reveals total shock as she gulps. She’s trying to think of the best way to break the news.

[ Bayley ] You got a notification from your bank. The deposit hit.

Immediately, Sasha Banks springs to her feet, fully healthy and energized. She wipes her eyes and puts on her “Legit Boss” sunglasses. From zero to one-hundred, Sasha’s mood immediately changes along with her tone and swagger.

[ Sasha Banks ] The Championship Committee came through. The check cleared!

Doing a little shimmy resembling that of Eddie Guerrero, she exclaims..

[ Sasha Banks ] CHAVITO! YOUR MONEY HAS HEALED MY HEART! MY SOUL! MY PASSION!

Sasha puts on her “Legit” and “Boss” rings and looks at Bayley.

[ Sasha Banks ] Bayley, now that I have the money, it’s time to get this money in the Gold Rush.

[ Bayley ] I don’t understand what just happened, but I’m glad you’re happy!

Bayley flashes two enthusiastic thumbs up. Her support never wavering.

[ Sasha Banks ] Bayley, do me a favor?

[ Bayley ] Anything!

Sasha pops the collar on her ring jacket.

[ Sasha Banks ] Take my phone and write a Tweet for my stans.

[ Bayley ] What do you want it to say?

Without a moment to think, Sasha blurts out the first thing on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t even need to debate it. She was born for this.

[ Sasha Banks ] “Even if Jeff’s gone, the money still flows. The Boss WILL be in hashtag Gold Rush.”

Bayley begins typing away as Sasha continues.

[ Sasha Banks ] And then I need it to end with “hashtag SGW, hashtag Mile High Madness, hashtag Donald Trump, and hashtag Bill Gates.” Then, Bayley, most importantly, I need you to “at” Barack Obama.

[ Bayley ] I don’t know why but I’m excited!

[ Sasha Banks ] Because he needs to recognize that tonight, a new Boss takes the throne.

Sasha turns her back and walks towards the door of the locker room and stops on a dime before reaching the door.

[ Sasha Banks ] Bayley, one more thing. If Mikaze calls.

Dramatic pause.

[ Sasha Banks ] Tell him I’m more alive than ever.

She turns and opens the door, walking completely out and leaving Bayley by here self. We get a final shot of Bayley, completely swooning over her best friend.

[ Bayley ] I don’t understand what just happened, but she’s amazing.

The scene fades.

Fading back to the ring, the Pepsi Center falls to black as Tech N9ne’s “I Caught Crazy” began to play and introduce our next contest – more specifically, “the Fallen Angel,” who will compete in a crucial singles match up next.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Fellas, I think it’s safe to say this gentleman, Christopher Daniels, may be one of the roster members who has been skirted out of victories at the first two SGW shows, but believe you me – he’s not complaining!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] You’ve got that right, Tony. Daniels was very serious when he said he’d defeat Kenny Omega and take his rightful place at the throne of the Elevation Championship very, very soon.

The beat increases in tempo as the stage lights strobe and Christopher Daniels emerges onto the stage, his long black ring jacket and cloth head cover obscuring all of his body to the camera focusing on him currently, save for the bottom of his face, which bears a knowing smile. Daniels throws his arms to his sides then in front of him, first two fingers leading his path to the ring.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Fans, we’re curious which of these battle-tested individuals will be the first to take a swing at Cody Rhodes, our first Elevation Champion…

[ Tony Schiavone ] Nige, it’s really hard to bet against ‘the Fallen Angel’ Christopher Daniels, isn’t it? I think he’s probably one of the all-time most-well-rounded competitors in the history of Solid Gold Wrestling.

Finally having entered the ring, Daniels aggressively pulls the cloth from his head and tosses it to the mat, inaudibly speaking to the camera again, referencing his plight to get to where he is right now – and with a single victory, his entire SGW fortune would be reversed. Denver picks up the familiar beat and carries their singing into the chorus, Daniels smirking toward the entrance way solemnly.

I caught crazy
And I plan on keepin' that shit
Forever, and ever, and ever, and ever

As the song fades, Referee Paul Turner begins his inspection on Christopher Daniels in his chosen corner, all the while, the anticipation builds in the Pepsi Center for the moment when GaMetal’s “Save the World” hits the speakers, signaling the arrival of the Fallen Angel’s opponent – “the Cleaner!”

[ Nigel McGuinness ] And heah comes the Cleaner! The Best Bout Machine!

[ Scott Steiner ] That Japan-lovin’ weirdo! That spaghetti-headed bastard!

[ Tony Schiavone ] …I don’t see those nicknames on my format sheet…

Omega emerges from the curtain and begins pacing solemnly to the ring for singles action – his first taste of one-on-one competition in Solid Gold Wrestling. While the tag team ranks have been good to Omega and his Golden Lover Kota Ibushi, there is no Golden Star at ringside tonight – it’s only ‘the Cleaner’ and ‘the Fallen Angel.’

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This man, Kenny Omega, is capable of absolutely anything within the squared circle, gentlemen. He’s had one championship opportunity already and you can tell an athlete of his pedigree is not satisfied with waiting for another long! It’s going to be a stunning affair between these two!

Referee - Paul Turner | Time Limit - 30:00

As the bell sounds, Daniels and Omega begin circling the ring intensely, each man keenly aware of the opportunity in front of them.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] You know, gents, many would say that Kenny Omega is a young reflection of Christopher Daniels standing before him and soon, fighting against him.

[ Tony Schiavone ] I imagine video game enthusiast Kenny Omega would particularly appreciate the symbolism behind competing against a prior version of yourself, like a time-trial or something on Pole Position!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] First of all, Tony, you can’t set Scot—

[ Scott Steiner ] Your ugly wife wants to position herself on Big Poppa Pump’s pole, Schiavone, you bitch!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] –t up like that, see?! SEE? And furthermore, I don’t think that’s the sort of game Omega enjoys – but regardless, you are correct. Many would point to their reputations on the indies before making their name in larger companies around the world before finally finding themselves at the biggest stage imaginable, albeit at vastly different ages.

As McGuinness muses on the near 20-year age difference between the two competitors in the ring, Schiavone sulks and Steiner laughs to himself, Daniels and Omega lock up in the center of the ring. Omega breaks Daniels’ hold and begins to attempt a top wristlock, but the Fallen Angel nimbly twirls through and locks the Cleaner in a hammerlock to a smattering of light applause. Daniels forces Omega to his right, really wrenching on his left arm, but Omega wisely rolls across his left shoulder and kips up, glaring the Angel in the eyes as the Pepsi Center applauds the two men’s technical acumen early in this all-too-critical contest.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Mighty wise of Omega to roll through that hold and the added kip-up is just a bit of sauce for Daniels!

After another moment to reflect on their previous grappling, Omega ducks underneath Daniels’ attempt at a collar-and-elbow tie-up and locks in a waist lock – no! Omega trips the Fallen Angel and vaults off the ropes! – Daniels is up for the trip – Omega is over it, no problem – Daniels is up, center ring and bends over, he’s looking for the back body drop! – Omega with the textbook leapfrog and continues off the ropes – Daniels is back down for another block, but Omega steps over this one, too – Daniels pops up and charges into the same rope as Omega, but the Cleaner dead stops in center ring and lucha passes Daniels, bending at his own waist, looking for a back body drop of his own – Daniels shoulder rolls across Omega and immediately latches his leg, rolling him school-boy style backwards and both men are on their feet, fists up to fight and the Pepsi Center is loving this matchup!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Incredible series of reversals there, boys; You must wonder, though, whose book of tricks will reach its final page first?

[ Tony Schiavone ] Surely it will be Kenny Omega, Nige – Christopher Daniels has nearly three decades of experience in professional wrestling at his disposal!

Daniels grins toothily, making sure that Omega knows the ‘old man’ is keeping up with him step-for-step before the two throw fake collar-and-elbow attempts, each going for a duck-and-waist lock, but colliding head-first in center ring! Both men are surely seeing stars and throw errant right jabs, clocking the other in the jaw! Each man darts off his near-side ropes and drop down simultaneously for the trip-block before rubbing their heads and realizing they’re laying side-by-side! A shocked expression and shout from each later, they roll outward and are up, locking up collar-and-elbow style! The Pepsi Center are chanting “Let’s Go Daniels!” and “OH! MAY! GA!” against one another to encourage their chosen grapplers towards success in the hold – and the Omega fans win out as Kenny takes a wristlock and wrenches Daniels tightly. The Fallen Angel has seen this many times, though and rolls backwards, nipping up off his forehead and swinging a lightning chop into Omega’s chest with a leathering THWACK! All chanting ceases and is replaced with an “ohhhh!” which echoes around the Pepsi Center as Daniels charges again off the ropes – but Omega meets him with a stiff overhand slap of his own! Omega is on fire, throwing another three knife-edged shots at Daniels’ pectorals before leaping and clicking the Angel’s jaw with a scintillating V-TRIGGER!! Daniels falls out of the ring and to the floor off the impact from the knee strike and Omega instantly goes to a knee in center ring, head bowed!

[ Scott Steiner ] Aww I hate this garbage!

The fans immediately begin stomping, clapping, and banging on whatever they can – BAM BAM BAM-ba-BAM! BAM BAM BAM-ba-BAM! Omega rises slowly and is off the ropes, and again – then SOARS! A beautiful, no-handed tope cón hilo over the top rope – BUT DANIELS MOVES! The Fallen Angel dives out of the Cleaner’s way and Omega splats on the protective mat back-first disgustingly!

[ Tony Schiavone ] HOLY MOLY! GOOD LORD! KENNY OMEGA IS DOWN!

[ Scott Steiner ] Spaghetti-head is DEAD, is more like it!

Steiner’s analysis is certainly more apt from appearance alone – Omega is grimacing, gritting his teeth in misery on the floor and not moving much otherwise; Daniels is sitting on the mat not far from Omega’s head, eyes-wide in shock at his sudden burst of reflex to avoid the Rise of the Terminator dive.

[ Tony Schiavone ] I’m seriously concerned for Kenny Omega, fans – the ‘Best Bout Machine’ is down and may be out for the count!

[ Scott Steiner ] THE COUNT OF A MILLION! HE’S DEAD, I’M TELLIN’ YA! THIS JAPAN-LOVIN’ LOSER IS DEAD OR ELSE HIS NAME <jerks thumb at Nigel> AIN’T LIONEL McMANUS!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Whateva theyah paying you isn’t enough, old bean. Neva’ change.

Referee Paul Turner is as wide-eyed and shocked as Daniels, though his increased heart rate can be attributed to the chaos going on in his match – not necessarily a first for the timid official’s contests thus far in Solid Gold Wrestling. Turner immediately begins tending to Omega, but Daniels wisely runs over and lifts the Cleaner’s battered body from the protective mat and hurls him into the ring! Turner admonishes Daniels, who is quick to reply that he’s finishing the match now! The Fallen Angel is in and immediately tri-hops up the turnbuckles as the fans roar out with his movement:

“BEST!”
“MOONSAULT!”
“EVER!”

And he connects! Daniels gets every single bit of the BME and covers! ONE! TWO! THRE—NO!!! NO! OMEGA IS UP!

Despite it being the first cover of the contest, the Pepsi Center were CONVINCED this count was anything if not academic, and yet the Cleaner had the wherewithal to force his shoulder from the mat! A glazed look in his eyes, Omega grits his teeth and tries to sit up off the mat to face his opponent, but the pain in his back is far too great; Omega slumps back to the canvas in pain, and Daniels is quick to punish his valor. The Fallen Angel scoops his opponent off the mat and double-underhooks the arms – ANGEL’S WINGS! He got all of it! ONE! TWO! THREE! That’ll do it!

WINNER - Christopher Daniels via Pin Fall in 10:59

Daniels comes off of his defeated opponent with a big smile across his face; despite the unfortunate circumstances surrounding the win, the Fallen Angel has earned his way into the win column with an all-too-important victory over Kenny Omega. Daniels’ face is written with a smug sense of joy as he rises off the mat and referee Paul Turner lifts his hand in victory.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Fans, no matter the circumstances behind this win, Christopher Daniels has picked an opportune moment for a first victory in Solid Gold Wrestling – he’s now the first contender to Cody Rhodes’ SGW Elevation Championship!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] And with a victory THEAH, Daniels could be a mere three victories away from a shot at the SGW World Heavyweight Championship! This Elevation Championship can make a man in less than three months!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Right you are, best buddy, right you are!

[ Scott Steiner ] Hey, baldy ended up winnin’ one. ‘Bout time! He’s a skinny little punk like Bryan Danielsons, but he ain’t a vegan pussy like that VEGAN PUSSY Bryan Danielsons. Daniels is the number one contender – and Bryan Danielson…is my BITCH!

As Scott Steiner continues his diatribe against Danielson and the world, Daniels backs up the ramp, holidng up a single finger to indicate that he’s number one – and in the Elevation Championship rankings, it’s impossible to deny the Fallen Angel of his claim.

We fade to the back as Daniels smiles broadly, still holding up his finger, then making the ‘championship’ gesture at his waist.

As the night rolls on with action at each and every turn, we return to the backstage area where everyone’s favorite Ungovernable, Tetsuya Naito is walking through a corridor. The Pepsi Center pops and begins wondering amongst themselves what he’s up to after a tough loss in the insane Elevation Championship Ladder Match earlier tonight. His black trucker hat is pulled down over his blonde hair and his burgundy suit is very retro and quite fashionable in a laughably ironic way. Naito’s mouth is written with his trademark curious smirk, his gentle, prodding nature escaping his brain onto his still-bruised face.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Tetsuya Naito, fans, gave an incredible performance two weeks ago at Momentum against PAC – many have said that the Bastard had one of the toughest times in qualifying for the 12 Large Tournament and this man Naito is the very reason for that assessment. Tonight, too, he came JUST short in the Elevation Championship Ladder Match!

[ Scott Steiner ] Yeah, but he still lost! He’s a loser!

Naito is strolling along, looking for nothing in particular, when he stops in his tracks. His smirk dissipates and his chin rises; something or someone is approaching and Naito’s eyes narrow.

[ ??? ] Touff match, aye Naeto?

PAC steps into frame as the cameraman walks to Naito’s right, giving us a shot of the two men. The Bastard’s clad in a well-tailored black suit, his black Oxford shirt is unbuttoned at the top, and his wild hair is pulled into a tight ponytail. Though neither man is dressed for battle and the distance between them is respectable, there is an air of tension to the situation. Naito nods, agreeing with PAC, though still not smiling, but clearly showing the wear from the match tonight.

[ PAC ] …Aye meant…wiff me.

The Pepsi Center reacts in a shocked way to the Bastard’s brashness and Naito snarls a nostril slightly.

[ PAC ] Roit. Wewll. Pehhahps once Oy’m Teweuve Laahge…once Oy’m the Sohlid Gowld Wresslin’ chahmpion, we can arrange foh a rematch?

Naito lowers his chin and slowly reaches up to his eye, opening it wide as a smirk creeps back across his face. PAC nods ominously and the two part sides, the Bastard walking ominously away. Naito pauses, off in thought for a moment after the brief interaction and nods to himself.

[ ??? ] And here I thought I talked too much, mí amígo.

Who else but Darío Cueto would emerge from behind the Ungovernable Naito, saddling up beside the Los leader and looking to him with a thin smile? Cueto nods toward Naito, who is visibly seeing through Cueto’s false warmth of the moment. Cueto is all business and looks to Naito with absolute sincerity…and a twinge of harsh seriousness in his eyes and in his words.

[ Darío Cueto ] Vez que este torneo haya pasado, theese Bastard might be el campeón bajo su propio poder... but if El Jéfe wants it, we can ENSURE…that the Bastard es el campeón.

Naito raises an eyebrow towards Cueto, who grins wickedly in response.

[ Darío Cueto ] You heard me, cabrón…we can…tip the deck in the Bastard’s favor? After all…we have aces up our sleeves, no? And…

Darío gently nods and rubs Naito’s shoulder in a fatherly way before removing it and shrugging his own shoulders.

[ Darío Cueto ] Toonight…es una casualidad. This gringo rubia…Cody…su suerte...his luck…will run…out. And Naito Tetsuya…the Stardust Genius…shall ascend to his throne…with Darío Cueto right beside him.

Naito smiles, nodding and places his hand on Darío’s shoulder. Cueto is practically giggling and is beside himself to be on the same page with Naito – until the Ungovernable One suddenly stops nodding and his face snaps back it’s emotionless flat appearance from before. The Pepsi Center pops at the Austin-esque response and Naito waits for them to calm down before leaning in and speaking softly.

[ Tetsuya Naito ] Tranquilo. Te olvidas, Darío ...I…can earn this…en mi propio nombre.

As Cueto’s face reflects the change in emotion from elation to dejection, it quickly reflects surprise as he notices an approaching figure – Kazuchika Okada. The Pepsi Center pops huge as Okada slowly walks up and stops just before Naito. Okada is wearing his own black suit and is showing as much wear from the Elevation Ladder Match as Naito does.

[ Kazuchika Okada ] Anata ga suru koto o sentaku suru subete no mono no... Sagi-shi wa anata ga nandearu ka sa reta koto wa arimasen.

Cueto’s face wrinkles, confused, and Okada speaks again, slowly.

[ Kazuchika Okada ] All…the things…you…choose…to be…never…NEVER. A cheater.

The Pepsi Center understood that – and so did Darío. Cueto’s mouth flattens ominously as he stares daggers at the Rainmaker, who is wildly unconcerned with El Jéfe. Okada looks deep into Naito’s eyes and speaks again.

[ Kazuchika Okada ] Arigato, Naito.

Okada excuses himself from the situation and Cueto seethes silenly watching until Naito looks over to him; only then does he quickly force a knowing smile onto his face, attempting to quell whatever doubt in him Okada has placed in Naito’s mind. The Los Ingobernables pair begin to walk away, and just as they do, there’s a ridiculous commotion from behind the camera.

There’s a deep rumbling from behind a nearby office wall – and suddenly Luke Harper and Matt Sydal crash through the drywall and land in a dusty heap on the cold arena floor where Los Ingobernables stood only moments ago!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Oh, God!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Third time’s a charm, surely, right, Tony??

[ Scott Steiner ] This is the best damn car wreck I’ve ever seen…and probably the WORST MATCH I’ve ever seen! IN MY WHOLE LIFE! AND I SAW GANGREL WRESTLE!

Steiner pauses as Rick Knox and Camerman Jeff struggle through the people-sized hole in the drywall to join their compatriots in street-fightery.

[ Scott Steiner ] Hell, I wrestled AGAINST HIM! Those matches sucked! AT LEAST HIS HALF DID! MY HALF WERE GREAT!

Sydal reaches for Harper’s throat and finds his mark, double-hand strangling his opponent underneath his bushy beard for a few moments until Harper broke his grip with a well-placed thumb to the eye. As the Reborn Sydal releases his Greco-Roman Stranglehold, Harper decides to strike while the eye-ron is hot and plants his thumb into Sydal’s eye again for good measure before kicking him off and straggling up to his feet. Once he’s up, Mr. Sadistic reaches down and pulls his opponent up off the floor by his long hair and shoulder tackles him into the brick corridor wall of the arena, Sydal groaning out upon impact.

Harper looks around his surroundings, trying to find the edge he needs to put this Mile High Street Fight out of commission once and for all and spots something out of the corner of his eye, sending a rare flash of happiness exploding onto Mr. Sadistic’s face. The big man slowly walks over, hand outstretched and looking to employ whatever method of destruction he’s spotted, but before he can get there, Sydal is up and dropkicks him right in the back of the head! Harper is staggered and Sydal runs, latching him for a head-scissors takedown and sends Mr. Sadistic straight through a different portion of the dry-wall they entered from! While the Pepsi Center building is suffering through this contest, the Pepsi Center fans erupt in joy as this tallies the third wall these men have destroyed tonight!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Fans, if we’re EVER allowed back in the Pepsi Center after this evening, it’ll be a miracle!

[ Scott Steiner ] The miracle won’t be if we’re back here, it’ll be whether or not Bryan Danielson LIVES TO SEE IT! CUZ I’M GONNA BODY HIS SCRAWNY ASS! I’LL CHOKE HIS ASS OUT…WITH THE LARGEST ARMS…IN THE DAMN WORLD!

Sydal rises from the cold, hard ground and his eyes immediately jump to where Harper was looking, and his own eyes light up with a perverse joy. The Reborn grappler may be a pacifist…and may wish well for all men – but Harper certainly isn’t ‘all men’ at the moment! As Sydal reaches whatever is just beyond our view, Harper is alive! He runs up and SMASHES the Reborn grappler in the back of the head with a wireless keyboard, sending rogue keys flying everywhere! Cameraman Jeff can be heard crying out in shock as Knox checks on Sydal’s open wound on the back of his skull – apparently it’s all clear, but Harper isn’t done yet and lifts the smaller man from the concrete floor by his EARS and tosses him across the room, sending his body crashing through a press table! Sydal’s rough landing gives him cause to cry out, as well, and referee Knox is appalled, beckoning Harper to finish the match once and for all! Harper gets RIGHT in the official’s face and snarls out again.

[ Luke Harper ] NOT….UNTIL…HE’S….DONE!

[ Tony Schiavone ] I’m telling you, fans, this man has lost it. He’s taking FAR too much joy in the physical destruction of Matt Sydal here!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] You do realize, Tony, that you’re talking about a man called Mister Sa-bloody-distic, right?! He LOVES IT! He’s a sadist to-and-through!

Harper’s face is written over with a sinister grin as Cameraman Jeff pans from Sydal’s broken body back to the larger man’s wicked expression. Knox grabs Harper by the wrist and wheels him back around, jabbing his right index finger into his face!

[ Rick Knox ] Mile High Street Fight or not, I’ll disqualify your ass! I’ll throw this whole damn charade out RIGHT! DAMN! NOW! if I’ve got to! I’ll no-contest this whole stupid thing if you don’t start looking for a way to end this match, dammit! Do you understand me?

Spittle flies out of Harper’s mouth as he rages out, eyes bugged out and his hair and beard going every which way – Mr. Sadistic is the very picture of insanity, walking slowly towards Knox with murderous intent! Harper reaches a massive hand for Knox’s face, but Sydal swings the business end of a push broom and CRACKS it over Mr. Sadistic’s arm!! The Pepsi Center pops unexpectedly as the cleaning instrument shatters and Harper immediately clutches his wounded limb to his body, rolling across the concrete towards whatever instrument of destruction the two men have been jockeying for since spotting it. Sydal is perfectly aware of where his opponent’s headed and runs, soccer kicking the big man right in his injured arm! Harper howls out in pain, ceasing his reach for the weapon and grabbing his damaged ulna bone, teeth gritted in pain. Sydal finds a door and kicks it wide open, but we can’t see what’s inside – Harper, meanwhile, is reaching with his healthy arm for whatever-it-could-be…

…and gets it. The Denver crowd pops huge as Harper props up on one knee and lifts…

…a flamethrower.

WAIT, WHAT?! A FLAMETHROWER?! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL?!

[ Scott Steiner ] HELL YEAH! HELL YEAH!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This has reached a new level of critical insanity! These men CAN NOT MURDER one another here, right?! Am I the only bloke with a lick of sense remaining??

[ Tony Schiavone ] Of course, not, best buddy! I’m sitting right here!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] …send for us, now, Lord.

As Harper fumbles to utilize this ultraviolent murder device, Sydal approaches and grabs the business end of the weapon – the two are now LITERALLY fighting over the object! Knox is BESIDE himself, begging the two men to release the object as they begin stumbling into the room Sydal kicked open moments ago. Cameraman Jeff begins beckoning for help from behind his device as he follows the men into the room marked “Club Lexus Balcony Entry.” Knox is a few feet ahead of Jeff and fumbles with the wall, looking for a light switch – but before long, it’s irrelevant as either Harper or Sydal hits the switch, sending a Jetstream of flames dancing out across the room!

[ Tony Schiavone ] OH MY GOD!

The Pepsi Center are RABID! The fans can’t get a good look at what is occurring as the flame ceases and Knox FINALLY finds the light switch – both Sydal and Harper are jockeying for the flamethrower, which did not burn either man, only leaving a massive scorch mark on the stone wall of the staircase the two are currently fighting through! As the competitors pull the flamethrower seeking absolute control of the instrument, alternating position on the staircase as it reaches the top, Harper tackles Sydal, sending them both onto the aforementioned balcony! Cameraman Jeff’s skillful work with his device alerted the match’s position to the tech crew, who sent backup for the lone cameraman FINALLY! An alternate view of the action from Club Lexus proper – a Lexus-sponsored area of the Pepsi Center for parties or well-to-do attendees of Nuggets games or events with a few Lexus vehicles and a ritzy air about it – shows the balcony in question, probably fifteen or eighteen feet above the Club floor, with Harper and Sydal, still scrambling for control of the flamethrower high above. We cut back to Jeff’s camera, focused on the two men and Knox, trying to discern any way to prevent the death or permanent disfigurement of either competitor – or himself or Jeff, for that matter!

Finally, Knox decides to take matters – and flamethrowers – into his own hands and runs into the middle of the two men, putting a third set of hands on this very dangerous weaponry! The three men are pulling, each trying to wrench the weapon their own way! Harper’s eyes are bugged and wide, doing everything he can do to take the flamethrower for himself; Sydal, likewise, has seen enough violence with Harper and is ready to end it right now! Knox, not necessarily trying to use the weapon as much as prevent the official competitors from doing so, is tugging on the flamethrower with all he’s got – AND Harper swings his foot forward! The flamethrower flies into the air wildly as the Pepsi Center pops! Who’ll get the weapon?!

[ Tony Schiavone ] FANS, TURN AWAY IF YOU’RE SQUEAMISH!

[ Scott Steiner ] MOVE YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR FACE AND WATCH IT, SCHIAVONE! IT’LL PUT HAIR ON YOUR NUTS TO SEE A MAN BURNED ALIVE, HAH HAH!

As the object falls to the ground, a third cameraman reaches the top of the stairs and is focused on where it landed – directly in front of Cameraman Jeff! The cowardly cameraman sits his camera down on the thick stone railing of the balcony and lifts the weapon, looking it over with wide-eyed terror!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] LOOK OUT, LAD! LOOK OUT!

HARPER IS UP AND BECKONS FOR THE WEAPON! Jeff is the very picture of fear as he trembles in the massive Mr. Sadistic’s shadow, gripping the flamethrower tight to his chest! Harper growls something inaudibly to Jeff, who backs up to the very edge of the balcony! The despicable sadist Harper cocks his fist as the Pepsi Center roars – but at the last moment, Harper moves – and Sydal comes charging ahead, single-leg dropkicking Jeff off the balcony and crashing through a pair of craft services tables in Club Lexus below!!

[ Tony Schiavone ] JESUS! OH, DEAR LORD! HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD!

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

The cameraman on the floor level of Club Lexus runs over and checks on Jeff, who is NOT dead, despite Schiavone’s continued screams, but is absolutely, unquestionably unconscious, but still gripping the flamethrower in his hands! The Pepsi Center is absolutely volcanic, chanting “THANK YOU JEFF! THANK YOU JEFF!” as we return to the balcony, where Sydal is kicking Harper in the face over and over as Knox peers over the balcony, shouting instructions to the cameraman and medical attendants below on what to do for Jeff. Sydal turns, beckoning to Knox that he’s ready to end this wretched war, and the pair return to Harper – who SMASHES a bottle of champagne across Sydal’s face!

[ Tony Schiavone ] GOD ALMIGHTY! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, SYDAL’S FACE!

The Reborn grappler’s face is covered with a gross blend of glass, blood, and champagne as Harper roars out angrily and positions his opponent for a powerbomb! Harper lifts Sydal and runs – IT’S A LIGER BOMB DOWN THE DAMN STAIRCASE! JESUS CHRIST!! Harper and Sydal land midway down the carpeted stairs and crash through their wooden face, crumbling into a pit below! Knox is beside himself and begins yelling, screaming for help as he looks into the hole where the mid-section of a staircase stood only moments ago – and counts! ONE! TWO! THREE!! Knox signals for the bell, which rings out and the Pepsi Center erupts with a mix of cheer and confusion as a cameraman finally gets a visual down the hole of the destroyed staircase.

Both competitors are crumpled, half beaten to hell, most certainly knocked out cold from the disgusting impact of the staircase’s implosion, laying side by side…

…with Harper’s damaged arm laying over Sydal’s chest.

WINNER - Luke Harper via Pin Fall in 2:29:45

“Swamp Gas” blares over the arena speakers as medical professionals swarm the area, doing their best to reach Harper and Sydal, each man in dire need of physical assessment after this hours-long Mile High Street Fight. Rick Knox has somehow reached the floor and is assisting the paramedics to retrieve the broken bodies of the two men from the hole.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Fans, I realize this may come across as a bit derivative…but that has to be the most insane thing I have ever seen in the History of this Business…God, be with these men.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] For once, Tony, I have to agree with you. Luke Harper picks up the incredibly impressive victory, although I have to wonder…is this issue finished? Is it over now?

[ Scott Steiner ] Hell, if this issue ain’t finished, I’m hyped as hell to see them murder each other when they can WALK AGAIN! That was damn crazy! GIVE MISTER SADISTIC’S TALL ASS THE DUB!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Fans, we are receiving word that Jeff, our cameraman, is alive, but is in need of at LEAST one surgery to repair a broken leg, from our first word from on-site paramedics.

[ Scott Steiner ] HIS ASS FELL FIFTEEN FEET – NEXT THING YOU KNOW HE’LL HAVE A DAMN MASK ON AND BE PULLING A SOCK OUT OF HIS PANTS, WINNING CHAMPIONSHIPS! I BET HIS ASS IS A DANIELSON FAN, TOO – PROBABLY A PUSSY VEGAN LIKE DANIELSON!! I WOULDN’TA BROKE MY LEG IF I’D FELL THAT FAR – BUT THEN AGAIN, I’D BE THE ONE SHOVIN’ SOMEONE’S ASS OFF THAT BALCONY’S ASS!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Scott, be that as it may, Luke Harper is a winner here, though Matt Sydal and Jeff all deserve the support these people can give them! What an encounter…I just pray they’re all alright.

A pair of back braces arrive as the medical pros retrieve Sydal from the hole, still inspecting Mister Sadistic at the site he landed in as we fade away from this finally-resolved conflict.

The fans are loudly chanting "HOLY SHIT!" after witnessing the insane conclusion to the first-ever Mile High Street Fight. We return to the ringside area where Justin Roberts is standing in the middle of the ring with Trish Stratus. Trish is holding the SGW Women's World Championship with a huge smile on her face. The arena is dimmed with only a spotlight on the center of the ring, showcasing the two people inside of it. Justin Roberts, with a knowing smile, raises his microphone and begins to speak.

[ Justin Roberts ] Ladies and gentlemen, it is now TIME for the first-ever... GOOOOOLD RUSH MAAAAATCH!

The fans cheer loudly, all standing on their feet and ready to see this thing get underway.

[ Justin Roberts ] The rules are as follows... two women will start the match... every two minutes another competitor will enter the ring until all NINE women have joined! Eliminations may occur at ANY TIME by pin fall, submission, or disqualification!

He lets that simmer for a moment as the fans continue buzzing with electricity.

[ Justin Roberts ] The last woman standing will BE crowned the first-everrrrrrr Solid Gold Wrestling... Women's WORLD Championnnnnnnn!

Trish Stratus holds up the championship, walking from one side of the ring to the other to show it off to all of the fans. Each side of the crowd cheers loudly as Trish graces them with a look at the championship. Once she's done, she climbs out of the ring and places the championship on a pedestal at ringside, taking a seat next to it, prepared to watch this historic match from the best seat in the house!

[ Justin Roberts ] And nowwwwww... introducing the competitor who drew numberrrrrr one!

"Broken Bones" by Anti-Flag hits and the fans erupt in cheers! Christina Von Eerie stomps through the curtain and looks out at the fans with a determined look on her face. She walks to the edge of the stage and raises her fist in the air before leading the masses in a loud "OI! OI! OI!" chant! She begins making her way down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few fans on her way down to the ring.

[ Tony Schiavone ] This is it, folks! Main event time!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] It's not just main event time, it's time t' make history, Tony! We're about t' witness the crowning of the first-eva' SGW Women's World Champion! This is thirteen bloody years in the makin'! As has been told a few times before, Jeff Jarrett attempted to jumpstart a women's division in SGW in 2006 but the world and, quite frankly, the male dominated rosta' just wasn't ready for it... in the end, only one official women's division match eva' took place... between Chyna and "Super Model" Amy Love!

[ Tony Schiavone ] You're absolutely right, Nige'. Tonight, these women have an opportunity to not only make history... but to take what all the other women from SGW's history did before them... and validate it! This could very well cement their contributions in SGW history... for all time!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Chyna, Maria Kanellis, Jillian Hall, Stacy Keibla', Kristal Marshall, Midajah, Mickie James, Melina, Michelle McCool, Kelly Kelly, and last but certainly not least... Trish Stratus! All women of varying skills and talent levels who neva' had the opportunity to succeed on their own like these nine women do tonight! This is for all of them!

Von Eerie rolls under the bottom rope and goes corner to corner, pumping her fist and shouting "OI! OI! OI!" until the entire crowd is chanting along with her, fists in the air. Once she's hit all four corners, she hops off the middle rope and walks to the center of the ring, removing her leather jacket, leaving her in her tights and a cut-up G.G. Allin t-shirt. She watches the entranceway intently, ready for whoever is coming out next. Standing behind her, Justin Roberts speaks.

[ Justin Roberts ] And the competitor who drew... numberrrrrr two!

"This Time I Want It All" hits and the fans gasp with surprise before they begin booing loudly! Paul Heyman walks out onto the stage with a smug look on his face. He stands at the edge of the ramp and checks his watch before clasping his hands together in front of him. Tessa Blanchard emerges from behind the curtain next, her eyes locked on the ring. She swings around, turning her back to the ring before throwing a wink over her shoulder and spinning back around to begin walking down the ramp with the swagger of a grizzled veteran. Heyman follows her with his own hint of arrogance in his step.

[ Scott Steiner ] Jesus Christ! What's this guy so proud of!? He's fat! He's bald! You can see the grease drippin' off his god damn sausage fingers! This piece o' shit shouldn't be anywhere near a ring with women in it! Fuck, I'll go one further! This fat butt plug lookin' piece o' shit shouldn't be within a hunnerd feet of a fuckin' school!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Well, those passionate opinions do not, I repeat... do not reflect those of Solid Gold Wrestling, it's competitors, staff, or management but I will say that Paul Heyman is quite the despicable human being!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I don't know what I expected, gentlemen, but Tessa Blanchard head to head with Christina Von Eerie from the bloody start wasn't it! Two major heavy hitta's right out the gate! This could eitha' be very good or very bad for the otha' ladies in the match!

[ Tony Schiavone ] On one hand, they could brutalize one another, make themselves easy pickings for later entries in the match... on the other hand, they could see eye to eye, realize they can clear the field together and then settle it one on one!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Heaven help us all if it's the latter!

[ Scott Steiner ] Where's the big girl at?! The fuckin' moose! That's my pick!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Um... Rhea Ripley? She's in the match, Scott! Where she comes in, who knows!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I was bettin' hard on Tessa Blanchard but comin' in this early... I might have to look elsewhere for a favorite!

Tessa Blanchard and Paul Heyman make their way into the ring. Von Eerie glares at Blanchard, ready to get this thing going. Paul Heyman snatches the microphone out of Justin Roberts' hand and clears his throat into it. The fans boo loudly and immediately begin chanting "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" before Paul can even speak. Paul smiles and shakes his head before speaking.

[ Paul Heyman ] For those of you who don't know... my NAME is PAUL--

Tessa snatches the microphone out of his hand the fans "OoOooooooOOOoo" in unison, wondering where this is going to go. Paul looks at her in surprise, his eyes as wide as saucers. She raises the microphone to her own mouth.

[ Tessa Blanchard ] ...get OUT.

The fans pop huge and she throws the microphone down. Paul Heyman quickly vacates the ring, looking genuinely taken aback by what just transpired. Tessa stares him down, pointing at the entranceway and Heyman continues, appearing offended as he backs up the ramp, taking a moment to wipe his sweaty red face. He stops at the curtain, concern on his face as he looks back at the ring. He grits his teeth angrily before shaking his head and slinging the curtain back before disappearing.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Ho-lee smokes! Paul E. has left the buildin', fellas!

[ Tony Schiavone ] She's ready to get it over with and she wants to do it on her own!

[ Scott Steiner ] She had to get him outta' the god damn ring! It was a fuckin' hazard havin' all that grease and sweat drippin' in there where these broads are about t' throw down! You wanna see somebody fall 'n break their fuckin' leg!? I'ma tell you what... I don't fuckin' wanna see that sick shit, with the bone stickin' out and the skin flappin' around like fuckin' lasagna with too much tomato sauce! Unless it happens to Bryan Danielson! Then I'll be sittin' there front row to hear that bastard squeal and scream and in my mind, in this HYPOCRITICAL SITUATION--

[ Tony Schiavone ] I think you mean hypothetical--

[ Scott Steiner ] SHUT THE FUCK UP, TONY! I'M TALKIN' 'BOUT BRYAN DANIELSON-- AWW GOD DAMN! FUCK IT, YOU DONE RUINED IT, TONY! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHIN' POTATO WITH EYES!

We get a wide shot of the ring where we see Tessa Blanchard and Christina Von Eerie standing on either side of Aubrey Edwards. Mike Chioda is posted outside the ring, looking to be all business.

[ Tony Schiavone ] As you can see, we have senior referees Aubrey Edwards and Mike Chioda at ringside for this match. It was determined by the championship committee that the unpredictable and potentially chaotic nature of this match would require two referees to maintain order and ensure no eliminations went unregistered!

Aubrey Edwards calls for the bell and our main event is underway!

Referee - Aubrey Edwards & Mike Chioda | Time Limit - 60:00

Aubrey Edwards takes a step back, leaving nothing but air between Blanchard and Von Eerie. The fans begin buzzing with anticipation as the two women go nose to nose but before any trash talk can go down, Tessa nails Von Eerie with a big forearm right to the jaw! Von Eerie retaliates with one of her own! The fans go wild as they begin trading forearms! The fans shout "BOO" or "YAY" loudly with every bone rattling strike! Tessa suddenly takes over with a knee lift to the mid-section and smirks as the fans erupt in boos! Von Eerie goes down to one knee and Tessa grabs a handful of her green hair before drilling her right in the side of the head with a sickening knee! Von Eerie sprawls flat on her back, looking surprised by the impact. Tessa wastes no time, pouncing on Von Eerie and snatching her up off the mat by two handfuls of hair. She pulls her in and quickly drops her with a high angle brain buster! Tessa points toward the corner, a dead serious look on her face. She walks to the corner, steps out onto the apron, and begins climbing! She motions for Von Eerie to get up, angrily shouting "GET UP, BITCH!" as the fans boo! Von Eerie slowly rises to her feet and Tessa Blanchard flies! MAGNUMMMM! Von Eerie sidesteps her and Tessa crashes and burns! Von Eerie dives on her, mounting her and raining punches down on her head and neck as Tessa tries to cover! Behind them on the Golden-Tron, unbeknownst to either lady, the clock begins ticking down from ten!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] It's time for the third competita' to enta' the match!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Who's it gonna be!?

"Time to Rise" hits and the fans boo loudly as Eva Marie saunters out onto the stage!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] It's Eva bloody Marie!

[ Tony Schiavone ] It's All Red Everything in Denver, Colorado tonight!

Eva Marie isn't in a hurry to get to the ring. She continues sauntering down to the ring before walking up the steps and strutting across the apron. She looks generally uninterested in what's going on, even pantomiming a yawn before she steps through the ropes! The fans have already begun chanting "YOU CAN'T WRESTLE" before she even tries! She throws her hands out to the side, showing herself off and not caring at all what the fans have to say. Finally, without warning, she whips around and grabs two handfuls of Von Eerie's hair and pulls her off of Blanchard, hair throwing her backward so that she lands flat on her back! Eva turns around and cockily shouts "WHO CAN'T WRESTLE NOW, HUH!?" but she doesn't see Von Eerie rise behind her, looking pissed off! Eva Marie huffs, satisfied with herself, and turns back around... ONLY TO GET HEADBUTTED RIGHT IN THE NOSE BY VON EERIE! Eva Marie staggers backward into the ropes and Von Eerie advances on her quickly, dragging her into the center of the ring by her bright red hair! Boot to the stomach! GRAVEYARD SMASH! Von Eerie covers and hooks the leg! ONE! TWO! THREE!

[ Eliminated - Eva Marie via Pin Fall ]

[ Nigel McGuinness ] We've got first blood! Christina Von Eerie has drawn first blood!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Eva Marie, we hardly knew ye'!

The fans cheer loudly. Von Eerie rolls off of her and uses her boots to kick Eva toward the apron. She eventually rolls under the bottom rope and onto the floor at ringside. Von Eerie stands up and flips double middle fingers at Eva Marie before Tessa Blanchard drills her from behind with a forearm to the back of the head! Von Eerie goes down to all fours and Tessa aggressively kicks her right in the ribs before falling on top of her with another forearm to the back of the head!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Look at how aggressive Tessa Blanchard is being, gentlemen! She doesn't just want t' win, she wants t' incapacitate her opponents!

[ Tony Schiavone ] She knows Christina Von Eerie is a favorite heading into this match! Injuring her early on will make taking her out later much easier! Playing the long game, she's very much her father's daughter!

Von Eerie rolls over onto her back and tries to protect her head as Tessa rains down forearms. Finally, having had enough, Tessa stands up and drops a boot right in Von Eerie's stomach, driving the wind from her lungs! Tessa grabs a handful of Von Eerie's hair and pulls her back to her knees. She pulls Von Eerie in and sets her up for a PILEDRIVER but Von Eerie locks her knees. They struggle over the hold as the timer begins to count down from ten once more!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Number four is on their way!

The buzzer sounds and... "Lights Out" hits! The fans boo loudly as Jamie Hayter makes her way out onto the stage with both middle fingers raised in the air! Hayter jaws back and forth with the fans, shouting them down and shoving her middle fingers in their faces before rolling under the bottom rope and watching with a confused smile as Tessa struggles to get Von Eerie up for the piledriver! Without warning, Hayter snaps and CLOTHESLINES TESSA! Tessa goes down and Von Eerie falls away from her! Hayter dives on Von Eerie and pulls her up off the mat. She guides her toward the corner by her hair and pushes her against the turnbuckles. Hayter begins stomping a mudhole in Von Eerie and walking it dry before she's spun around by Tessa Blanchard and nailed with a big right hand, right in the face!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Jamie Hayter isn't making any friends!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I'd wager a bet, Tony, that even 'er friends don't like 'er!

Hayter falls back against Von Eerie in the corner and Tessa stands in the opposite corner! She charges in and DRILLS HAYTER WITH DOUBLE KNEES TO THE CHEST, SANDWICHING VON EERIE BETWEEN HAYTER AND THE TURNBUCKLES! Both women fall out of the corner with Von Eerie immediately rolling to the floor! Tessa pulls Hayter back up to all fours and pulls her in... PILEDRIVER ON JAMIE HAYTER! Tessa covers her! ONE! TWO! THRE-- HAYTER KICKS OUT!

[ Scott Steiner ] DID THAT BROAD JUS' KICK OUTUVA FUCKIN' PILEDRIVER!?

[ Nigel McGuinness ] That, she did!

[ Tony Schiavone ] She knows what this match means to this business! She isn't giving up that easily!

Tessa looks frustrated and sits up on her knees next to Hayter. Tessa delivers a deafening open hand slap to Hayter's stomach, causing the latter to cover-up and roll over, grabbing hold of the bottom rope. Before Tessa can capitalize, Von Eerie comes alive on the floor, grabs Hayter by her boots, and yanks her off the apron, causing her to land flat on her back on the floor! The fans go wild as Von Eerie snatches up Hayter by her hair and throws her hard against the guardrail! Von Eerie begins clubbing Hayter with forearms... UNTIL SHE GETS NAILED FROM BEHIND BY A SUICIDE DIVE FROM BLANCHARD! Hayter and Von Eerie are down! Blanchard is up immediately, totally fired up! The timer begins to count down!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Let's see who's next, gentlemen!

"Midnight City" hits and KRIS WOLF explodes onto the stage with TITO, a ratty looking wolf mask! She holds Tito over her head and begins happily making her way down the ramp... ONLY TO GET MET HALFWAY BY A LARIAT FROM TESSA BLANCHARD! Wolf turns inside out and lands hard on the steel! Tessa snatches her up and pulls her in... POWERBOMB ONTO THE GUARDRAIL! KRIS WOLF IS DEAD! Blanchard grabs a handful of Wolf's hair and drags her on all fours toward the ring. She powers Wolf up and tosses her under the bottom rope! Wolf is writhing around on the mat, literally CRYING in pain! Blanchard pulls her up, takes her by the wrist... TERMINATRIX! Tessa Blanchard covers and doesn't even bother hooking the leg, instead burying her forearm in Wolf's chin! ONE! TWO! THREE!

[ Eliminated - Kris Wolf via Pin Fall ]

[ Tony Schiavone ] Oh my! What a statement!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] It's not a good day t' be Kris Wolf, fellas.

[ Scott Steiner ] What a fuckin' disgrace!

Tessa sits up on her knees, looking down at Wolf with disgust. Tessa stands up and turns right around into a TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE FROM VON EERIE! Von Eerie grabs a handful of Tessa's hair and tosses her through the ropes! Tessa lands on the apron and Von Eerie follows her out! KICK! WHAM! GRAVEYARD SMASH ON THE APRON! THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING! Von Eerie loses her grip on her and Tessa rolls onto the floor! Von Eerie hops off the apron and frantically tries to lift Blanchard back to her feet but Blanchard is OUT! Total dead weight! Von Eerie finally gets Blanchard on the apron and shoves her under the bottom rope... but Jamie Hayter blasts her with a forearm from behind! Hayter smacks Von Eerie face first into the apron and then whips her backward into the guardrail! Before Von Eerie can even react, Hayter runs up on her and dumps her backward, head over heels into the front row! Hayter slides into the ring and covers Blanchard! ONE! TWO! THR-- BLANCHARD KICKS OUT!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Jamie Hayter just tried t' steal one... 'n almost got away wit' it!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Tessa Blanchard and Christina Von Eerie have been going full blast since the start of this match! They've absorbed and dealt out a load of punishment... the match has barely been going for ten minutes but you've got to know they're feeling every last second of it!

Jamie Hayter backs up into the corner and waits on Blanchard to get up. Shakily, Blanchard gets up to all fours and Hayter charges in... CURB STOMPPPPPPP! Blanchard rolls out of the way and Hayter stomps the mat! Blanchard is clearly not all there after that apron bump and returns to her feet on spaghetti legs! But she still motions for Hayter to bring it on! Hayter runs up on her and nails her with a forearm! They begin trading forearms right in the center of the ring and neither woman is willing to give an inch! Finally, Hayter punches Tessa in the throat and then HEADBUTTS her! Tessa goes down on her ass and Hayter hits the ropes... BASEMENT LARIATTTTTTTTT! Hayter sits up on her knees, raising both middle fingers with her tongue out! She cackles and covers Blanchard! ONE! TWO! THRE-- NO! Blanchard rolled her shoulder off the mat! Hayter immediately grabs a headlock to keep Tessa grounded! The timer begins counting down!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Like her or not, you can't deny the heart of Tessa Blanchard!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] She's takin' a beating!

[ Tony Schiavone ] We've only got four women left! Who's next!?

"Watch Me Shine" hits and the fans erupt in boos as Bianca Belair enters, hopping onto the stage while twirling her enormous ponytail! She doesn't look impressed by what's going on in the ring at all, shaking her head before beginning her journey down to ringside!

[ Tony Schiavone ] It's Bianca Belair!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] It'll be interestin' t' see how it goes if she's still in the ring when Sasha Banks enta's the match!

[ Tony Schiavone ] You're right! After costing Sasha Banks her match against Tessa Blanchard, there's got to be some bad blood brewing between those two!

Bianca Belair walks casually around ringside, observing Hayter attempting to control Tessa in the middle of the ring. Christina Von Eerie slowly rises from behind the guardrail, looking worse for wear... and instead of entering the ring, Bianca snatches Von Eerie around the neck and SUPLEXES her over the guardrail and onto the floor! Bianca sits up, looking proud of herself, and dusts her shoulders off before getting up and grabbing a handful of Von Eerie's tights and t-shirt. She hoists her up, GORILLA PRESSING HER, and tosses her between the middle and top rope, into the ring! Hayter lets go of Tessa and immediately scrambles to cover Von Eerie! ONE! TWO! THR-- VON EERIE KICKS OUT! THWIP! BIANCA WHIPS HAYTER ACROSS THE BACK WITH HER HAIR! Hayter cries out in pain and tries to escape on her knees but Belair continues to lash her until she rolls under the bottom rope to the floor in order to escape!

[ Tony Schiavone ] That hair is a weapon unto itself!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] She's walkin' a fine line toward disqualification, I would think!

[ Scott Steiner ] If that was me and some fuckin' dude was whippin' me with his fuckin' hair, I'd grab a handful o' that shit and choke him to death with it! Or I'd shove it down his throat 'n let it fuckin' settle in his god damn stomach 'til it started to digest, then I'd rip that shit clean out 'n take the linin' of his stomach out with it! That ain't nothin' but bullshit! Maybe... maybe if BRYAN DANIELSON TOOK SOME NOTES FROM THIS BROAD AND USED THAT BEARD AS A WEAPON, HE MIGHT ACTUALLY WIN A MATCH SOMETIME 'CAUSE THAT FUCKIN' BEARD IS DEFINITELY THICKER THAN HIS SCRAWNY, FLACCID ARMS! I DARE YOU TO TRY 'N TAP ME OUT, DANIELSON! I FUCKIN' DARE YOU! YOU'RE LIMP AND YOU'RE SOFT LIKE BACON SOMEBODY PUT IN THE GOD DAMN MICROWAVE!

[ Tony Schiavone ] There's a lot to unpack there, gentlemen.

Hayter flinches as she touches the points of contact from Bianca's hair! She's literally bleeding from a small gash on one of her arms! Belair is suddenly grabbed from behind as Tessa takes control with two handfuls of tights! She whips Belair around and slings her shoulder first through the turnbuckles, INTO THE RING POST! Belair cries out and grabs her shoulder as she begins to slide through the ropes! She hangs by a thread, ready to fall at any moment... but Jamie Hayter climbs onto the apron, runs, and DROPS KICKS BELAIR'S HEAD INTO THE RING POST! Belair goes limp and falls the rest of the way, hitting the apron and then rolling onto the floor, not moving at all! Hayter smiles and takes a bow while standing on the apron... but VON EERIE DROP KICKS HER IN THE ASS, SENDING HER CRASHING INTO THE GUARDRAIL BELOW! Von Eerie looks BEAT and slowly turns around to come face to face with Tessa Blanchard!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] And here we are! Back t' the beginnin'!

They begin throwing punches and forearms like women possessed! The fans are going wild! They're beating the absolute shit out of each other to the point that they don't even realize that the timer is ticking down once again!

[ Tony Schiavone ] This is madness! Who's coming to join the chaos!?

"Like A Lady" hits and the boos begin to emanate from somewhere deep in the heart of the Pepsi Center! Lacey Evans struts arrogantly through the curtain and wastes no time in taking off her entrance skirt and hat! She hurries down the ramp and immediately tracks down Jamie Hayter, helping her up! Evans begins directing traffic, shouting at Hayter to "get that scoundrel on 'er feet!" while pointing at Belair, who hasn't moved in minutes! Despite their harsh words toward one another earlier in the week, Hayter and Evans work together to get Belair in the ring before following her inside. Bianca struggles up to all fours... AND HAYTER CRUSHES HER WITH THE CURB STOMPPPPPPPP! Hayter covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!

[ Eliminated - Bianca Belair via Pin Fall ]

The fans boo loudly as Hayter sits up on her knees with both middle fingers raised! Christina Von Eerie and Tessa Blanchard are fighting it out in their own little world and don't see Hayter and Evans plotting behind them! Evans directs Hayter to take Blanchard while she takes Von Eerie but as soon as Hayter goes to take a step forward, Lacey takes her by the shoulder, spins her around, and NAILS HER WITH THE WOMAN'S RIGHT! Evans covers Hayter! ONE! TWO! THREE!

[ Eliminated - Jamie Hayter via Pin Fall ]

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Just like that! Hayta' is OUT!

[ Tony Schiavone ] So much for that friendship!

[ Scott Steiner ] FRIENDSHIP SCHMIENDSHIP! FUCK ALL THAT NOISE! THIS SHIT IS EVERY WOMAN FOR 'ERSELF! IF YOU FEEL HURT... IF YOU FEEL BETRAYED... FIND A NEW LINE O' WORK, SWEETHEART AND THAT'S THE GOD DAMN TRUTH! I AIN'T NEVER COUNTED ON NOBODY TO HAVE MY BACK!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] You were literally partna's wit' Jeff Jarrett for bloody years, Scott.

[ Scott Steiner ] THAT WAS DIFF'RENT!

Hayter rolls out of the ring and Evans watches as Blanchard and Von Eerie go at it! Von Eerie has Blanchard cornered, drilling her with forearms before delivering a boot to the mid-section and stomping a mudhole in her, proceeding to walk it dry! Von Eerie turns around to run to the opposite corner and walks right into a BIG BOOT FROM LACEY EVANS! Lacey covers! ONE! TWO! THR-- Von Eerie kicks out! Lacey sits up on her knees, looking pissed! Before she can do anything else, the timer begins counting down!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Two women left! We're getting down to the nitty gritty!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Indeed, we are, Tony! Who's it gonna be?!

"Sky's the Limit" hits and the fans pop huge as Sasha Banks walks out onto the stage with Bayley in tow! Bayley is cheering Sasha on while Sasha completely pretends Bayley doesn't even exist! Sasha removes her "Boss" shades and throws them to the side before ditching her ring jacket and walking confidently down the ramp! Bayley continues cheering Sasha, even as she returns through the curtain!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Gentlemen! It's BOSS TIME!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Please, neva' say that again.

[ Tony Schiavone ] I suppose we're not gonna find out what happens when Sasha Banks meets Bianca Belair tonight! Regardless, after that tough loss to Tessa Blanchard at Momentum, Sasha Banks is entering this match with something to prove!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] She absolutely does have somethin' t' prove! She wants t' prove she belongs 'ere, amongst these world class athletes! She wants t' prove she deserves t' call 'erself the SGW Women's World Champion! She wants t' prove everyone wrong that has eva' doubted 'er!

Sasha Banks hits the ring and IMMEDIATELY hits a kneeling Lacey Evans with a running meteora! Banks rises to her feet, smiling and strikes a pose... only to turn right around into a CLOTHESLINE FROM TESSA BLANCHARD! Sasha ducks it and hits the ropes! She comes back at Tessa and nails her with a dropkick! Tessa goes down and Banks springs back to her feet! She stalks Christina Von Eerie, waiting for her to get up! Von Eerie slowly returns to her feet and Sasha leaps... LUNG BLOWER! Sasha floats over... BANK STATEMENT! Sasha wrenches back on the hold, trying to force Von Eerie to submit! Von Eerie is reaching for the ropes desperately as Sasha cries out from exertion, rocking back and forth, putting on as much as pressure as she can!

[ Tony Schiavone ] It was a good run for Christina Von Eerie... but this is where it comes to an end, I'm afraid!

Von Eerie uses the momentum from Sasha's rocking to roll over in the hold, ending up on top of Sasha! Sasha rolls it over again, locking the hold back in... but Von Eerie can reach the ropes with her boot... AND DOES! The fans cheer loudly as Sasha is forced to break the hold. Sasha stands and grabs the top rope, stomping Von Eerie in the back until she rolls under the bottom rope, onto the floor! Sasha turns around and comes face to face with Blanchard! They stare each other down for a moment and it looks like they might come to blows... but Lacey Evans tackles Blanchard from behind, sending her colliding head to head with Sasha, knocking her through the ropes to the floor! Tessa catches herself on the ropes and turns around to face off with Evans! The fans begin buzzing with anticipation as these two ladies stand eye to eye! Suddenly, the timer begin counting down for the FINAL TIME!

[ Tony Schiavone ] This can only mean one thing!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Rhea freakin' Ripley!

[ Scott Steiner ] THE FUCKIN' MOOSE IS COMIN'!

"Brutality" feat. Ash Costello hits and Rhea Ripley emerges from the back to a massive pop! She walks to the center of the stage and throws down a violent stomp, causing pyrotechnics to erupt all across the stage! Ripley tosses her entrance vest and glares down at the ring, all business! She begins walking toward the ring with a confident swagger, climbing onto the apron and staring over the top rope at Lacey Evans and Tessa Blanchard! Blanchard and Lacey look at one another and then at Ripley... and then both of them charge at her... but Tessa stops and lets Evans run right into her! Ripley nails her with a forearm from the apron and then climbs through the ropes! She grabs a handful of Lacey's hair and flings her over the top rope to the floor! Tessa stares at Ripley from across the ring and smiles.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This is a face off that many fans've been wonderin' about since day one!

[ Tony Schiavone ] At Revenge, Paul Heyman said that Tessa Blanchard was looking forward to meeting Rhea Ripley... well, here we are! I hope it's everything Tessa thought it would be!

[ Scott Steiner ] This is gonna be a god damn hoss fight!

Ripley and Tessa meet in the center of the ring and go nose to nose! It's about to go down! And then Lacey Evans and Sasha Banks attack from opposite sides, blindsiding both women and clubbing away at them! The fans erupt in boos as Lacey Evans and Tessa Blanchard tie up and fight to the outside, falling through the ropes to the floor while trading punches and forearms! Ripley and Sasha fight it out in the ring until Ripley takes over with a knee lift and brings Sasha in for a POWER BOMB... but Sasha hangs on, attempting to reverse it into a RANA... but Ripley isn't having it, catches Sasha on the downswing, and DEAD LIFTS HER UP! Sasha looks horrified! POWER BOMB! Sasha Banks is laid out in the center of the ring! Ripley snatches her up... RIPTIDE! She covers! ONE! TWO! THREE!

[ Eliminated - Sasha Banks via Pin Fall ]

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Boss... Time... No... More!

[ Tony Schiavone ] What an impact! Rhea Ripley is a beast!

[ Scott Steiner ] SHE'S MY PICK! I FUCKIN' TOLD YOU SHE WAS MY PICK!

On the floor, Tessa Blanchard whips Lacey Evans into the ring steps! Blanchard looks exhausted but refuses to give up! She looks up in the ring at Rhea Ripley and Ripley motions for her to BRING IT ON! Tessa goes to slide under the bottom rope but something catches her boot... she looks down... NIKKI CROSS IS HOLDING HER ANKLE FROM BENEATH THE RING! Tessa looks pissed off and wrenches her ankle free... but then gets attacked from behind by ALEXA BLISS! Cross crawls out from beneath the ring and they double team Tessa, beating her down onto all fours!

[ Tony Schiavone ] You've gotta be kidding me!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] This is no joke, Tony! Alexa Bliss is here! She's here to get back at Tessa Blanchard for getting her removed from the Gold Rush!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Alexa did that herself and you know it, friend!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Blasphemy!

Tessa Blanchard manages to get her feet under her once again and pushes Nikki Cross away from her before booting Alexa in the face, sending her staggering back into the guardrail! Nikki Cross charges at her and Tessa nails her with a clothesline, putting her flat on her back! Mike Chioda and Aubrey Edwards are both shouting at Nikki and Alexa to vacate the area! Tessa shakes her head and rolls under the bottom rope, preparing to face off with Rhea Ripley again... but Lacey Evans grabs Ripley by the ankle and drags her out of the ring where they immediately begin brawling! Christina Von Eerie rolls under the bottom rope and gets up to one knee as the fans begin cheering wildly, ready to see the original two women in this match go at it again... but ALEXA BLISS HITS THE RING WITH A STEEL CHAIR! SHE SWINGS IT AT TESSA BUT TESSA CATCHES IT! Tessa wrenches it from Alexa's hands and Alexa immediately drops and rolls out of the ring, escaping through the crowd with Nikki Cross, genuine fear in her eyes! Tessa Blanchard is RAGING OUT! Christina Von Eerie approaches her from behind and spins her around... AND TESSA SMASHES HER HEAD IN WITH THE CHAIR! Tessa even looks surprised but it's too late! Aubrey Edwards calls for the bell!

[ Eliminated - Tessa Blanchard via Disqualification ]

[ Nigel McGuinness ] GOOD CHRIST, GET YA' BLOODY HANDS UP!

[ Tony Schiavone ] That was full contact!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Get Tessa Blanchard outta' the bloody ring!

Tessa Blanchard drops the chair and looks furious, running her hands through her hair! She can't believe she's out! Edwards and Chioda demand that Blanchard get out of the ring! Blanchard steps through the ropes and hops off the apron before backing up the ramp with wide eyes and gritted teeth. She's absolutely lost her mind! Chioda follows her halfway up the ramp, ensuring that she actually goes to the back! Von Eerie has rolled to the apron and is visibly gushing blood from a wound somewhere in her hairline. She tries to push herself up but her face plops back down into the pool of blood forming beneath her head! Fans in the front row groan with disgust and Mike Chioda checks on her, pulling on a pair of latex gloves before he does so.

[ Tony Schiavone ] That's gotta be it for Christina Von Eerie... she has to have a concussion.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] A concussion or a fractured skull... I've neva'... what an unprofessional fiend, is that Tessa Blanchard! She should be bloody arrested for that!

Outside the ring, Lacey Evans and Rhea Ripley continue slugging it out as the fans go wild and attempt to focus on anything but the gory scene in the ring! Finally, Ripley simply stops hitting Evans back, allowing Evans to fire away, drilling Ripley with shot after after shot... but Ripley no-sells all of it! Ripley hulks out and screams in Evans' face, causing her eyes to go wide and her jaw to drop! Evans immediately slides under the bottom rope and Ripley follows her in... but Evans dives on her before she can get up, pummeling her with vicious forearms and a flurry of lefts and rights! Ripley covers up and Evans stands, drilling Ripley with stomp after powerful stomp! Still trying to protect herself, Ripley crawls for the corner as Evans follows her, stalking her with a sickening sneer. Ripley grabs onto the middle rope and pulls herself up to her knees... but Evans charges in with DOUBLE KNEES to the back of the head! Evans rebounds off Ripley's back and struts toward the center of the ring, fanning herself with her hand as the fans erupt in boos.

[ Tony Schiavone ] Lacey Evans really is in a class of her own... a dangerous combination of sophistication and ruthlessness, if I ever saw it. This is the first time we've seen Rhea Ripley taken advantage of in such a way since she came to Solid Gold Wrestling!

Ripley turns around in the corner and falls into a seated position, looking knocked slightly loopy. Evans turns back around and prepares to charge in for another hit but the fans suddenly erupt in cheers, throwing Evans off. She looks around, her nose upturned, and sees what caused the huge pop! Christina Von Eerie has used the ropes to pull herself up to her feet, blood pouring down her face! She can barely stand, her knees are literally wobbling under her own weight! Evans looks disgusted but that look of disgust quickly turns into an enraged snarl!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Get her outta the bloody ring! She's in no condition t' continue!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Lacey Evans isn't about to take it easy on her, either! This is a truly dire situation!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Someone should step in! It's common bloody decency!

Lacey Evans cocks her fist and charges at Von Eerie but Von Eerie comes alive and lunges out of the corner, ducking a RUNNING PUNCH from the Sassy Southern Belle! Evans turns around... and VON EERIE SPITS BLOOD IN HER EYES! The fans gasp in horror and Lacey Evans begins shrieking and clawing at her own face, absolutely repulsed! Evans turns her back, desperately trying to regain her vision and Von Eerie pulls her down into a SCHOOLGIRL ROLL-UP! ONE! TWO! THREE!

[ Eliminated - Lacey Evans via Pin Fall ]

[ Tony Schiavone ] WOULD YA' LOOK AT THAT!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] I know ya' think this is one o' those feel good moments where a wrestla' that's worked really hard t' make it so far pulls out all the stops 'n does the impossible, Tony... but look at who she's left in the ring with! Christina Von Eerie, who has gone through hell 'n back... has stepped outta' the bloody fryin' pan and into the FIRE!

Lacey Evans rolls out of the ring, still shrieking and wiping at her face! Christina Von Eerie is lying flat on her back, not even physically registering that she's just eliminated Lacey Evans! She covers her face with both hands, her stomach rising and falling with each heavy breath! In the corner, Rhea Ripley grabs onto the top ropes and pulls herself up in one fluid motion, glaring down at Von Eerie with stone cold focus!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Oh my... you weren't kidding, Nigel... this isn't good!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] END THE BLOODY MATCH! JUS' GIVE RIPLEY THE DAMNED TITLE ALREADY!

[ Tony Schiavone ] These two women aren't friends, that's been made very clear... but there is some semblance of respect between them... some kind of competitive nature that has drawn them closer together and forged this... this loose alliance that we saw develop at SGW Momentum... surely Rhea Ripley can find it in herself to do the right thing here!

The fans are on their feet as they watch Ripley slowly approach Von Eerie, glaring down at her with zero emotion on her face. She bends at the waist and snatches up Von Eerie by both sides of her head. Within seconds, before she even has Von Eerie on her feet, both of Ripley's hands are covered in blood. She manages to pull Von Eerie up to both knees and stares right into her eyes. Ripley sneers and the camera picks up her voice as she speaks to Von Eerie: "You unda'stand what's gotta happen right 'ere, yeah? Yeah? Good. Here it bloody comes!" but before we find out what IT is, Lacey Evans charges back into the ring and YAKUZA KICKS Von Eerie right in the side of the head, knocking her clean out of Ripley's grasp! Before Ripley can even react, Evans turns around and NAILS HER WITH THE WOMAN'S RIGHT! Ripley goes down like a ton of bricks!

[ Tony Schiavone ] YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Get control o' the match, ref!

Aubrey Edwards and Mike Chioda both begin shouting Lacey Evans down but Lacey stands amongst the human wreckage and looks unbothered. Her face is still stained red but she looks no less dignified as she tilts her head back and walks out of the ring with her head held high! The fans boo loudly as Lacey struts to the back without so much as looking back over her shoulder! Inside the ring, Aubrey Edwards looks from Rhea to Von Eerie and back again, genuine concern on her face. Von Eerie is unrecognizable... from her crimson mask to her crimson t-shirt. Von Eerie twitches involuntarily. Aubrey does the only thing she can do and begins the mandatory ten count!

[ Tony Schiavone ] It's over. It has to be over. Ladies, just stay down!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] It's truly not worth it.

[ Scott Steiner ] Not worth it?! These broads are tryin' t' make fuckin' history, ain't they!? GET UP! The god damn fight ain't over yet! I ain't gonna be satisfied 'til one o' these crazy bitches is walkin' outta here with a fuckin' strap around their waist! I HOPE IT'S THE MOOSE 'CAUSE THAT'S MY PICK... BUT BOTH O' THESE FREAKS HAS EARNED THE RIGHT TO BE CALLED CHAMPION!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Oddly... poignant observation, Scott. Thank you.

Aubrey gets halfway through the count and Ripley rolls over onto her side. She forces herself into a push-up position and then uses the ropes to get up to one knee. Ripley looks absolutely dazed from the Woman's Right but she's refusing to give up. Von Eerie hasn't moved an inch. Ripley returns to a fully standing position and, still gripping the top rope with one hand, turns around to look down at Von Eerie, breathing heavily. Edwards reaches NINE and all Ripley has to do is stand there and the championship is hers... but she doesn't want it like that! Ripley uses everything she has left to rush over and grab Von Eerie by the head, breaking the count! She uses her brute strength to pull Von Eerie to her feet and sets her up for the RIPTIDE... but Von Eerie dead weights her, going completely limp! Ripley looks frustrated and drops Von Eerie, allowing her to slump down in front of Ripley in a kneeling position, face down and ass up. Ripley shakes her head in disbelief.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Ye' gods, just pin 'er!

Ripley reaches down to snatch Von Eerie up again... but VON EERIE SMALL PACKAGES HER OUT OF NOWHERE! ONE! TWO! THREE!

WINNER & FIRST CHAMPION - Christina Von Eerie via Pin Fall in 42:14

The fans pop HUGE, blowing the roof off the Pepsi Center! Von Eerie releases the hold and Ripley immediately scrambles back to her feet, looking on in utter shock! She can't believe it! Von Eerie rests on her side, barely supporting herself with one arm as she keeps her eyes on Ripley, blood continuing to dribble off her face.

[ Tony Schiavone ] She did it! Against impossible odds, Christina Von Eerie did it!

Trish Stratus climbs the steps with the SGW Women's World Championship under her arm and a huge smile on her face. She walks across the apron and then steps through the ropes. Mike Chioda and Aubrey Edwards help Von Eerie to her feet and Trish begins to look genuinely concerned for her well-being. Trish holds out the championship belt, presenting it to her but before Von Eerie can put her hands on it... Rhea Ripley snatches it out of Trish's hands, drawing massive heat!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Oh my... it looks like we've got a bit of a problem 'ere.

[ Scott Steiner ] I hate it, moose, but ya' fuckin' lost! Either get outta' the ring or hit 'er with that shit! There ain't no middle ground in a situation like this!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Actually, there's quite a bit of middle ground, Scott.

The fans continue booing as Ripley looks down at the championship and brushes the hair out of her face. Ripley looks at the belt and then up at Von Eerie before shaking her head, trying to hide her disgust... and more importantly, her disappointment. Taking one last look at the belt... Ripley walks over and begins strapping the belt around Von Eerie's waist! The fans pop huge as Ripley pushes Mike Chioda out of the way and raises Von Eerie's hand in victory! Ripley points at Von Eerie before giving her some light applause and then dropping flat on her back to roll out of the ring, giving her the stage. Ripley walks to the back without further incident and disappears behind the curtain.

[ Nigel McGuinness ] What a show of respect from Rhea Ripley!

[ Tony Schiavone ] I didn't know she had it in her!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Honestly, Tony... I didn't eitha'!

Von Eerie unsnaps the championship and falls into a seated position in the middle of the ring, bloodied and exhausted. She lays the championship across her lap and just looks down at it, brushing her blood soaked hair out of her face. The fans are giving her a standing ovation. Inside the ring, Trish Stratus rallies the fans even further, drumming up massive support. The camera slowly zooms in on Von Eerie as pyrotechnics suddenly explode on the stage and begins firing out of the turnbuckle posts, commemorating this historic moment!

[ Tony Schiavone ] What a night, Nigel! What a historic night! Christina Von Eerie did it!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Yes, she did! She didn't do it for 'erself, she did it for women's wrestlers all around the world, past and present! She won't be the last SGW Women's World Champion, you'd be foolish t' think so... but she will always be the first! The trailblazer! The torch bearer! The one who lit the bloody way!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Here's to Christina Von Eerie!

[ Nigel McGuinness ] Goodnight, everyone! And don't bloody forget t' join us tomorrow night when Solid Gold Wrestling infiltrates Las Vegas, Nevada with the 12 Large Tournament! See twelve o' the best wrestla's in the world today compete t' see who shall become the first Solid Gold Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion in ova' thirteen years!

[ Tony Schiavone ] Thank you and goodnight!

The show closes on a shot of Von Eerie staring down at the SGW Women's World Championship through the blood in her eyes, sobbing uncontrollably. Trish Stratus is kneeling next to her with her hand on her shoulder. We can see Trish talking to her but what she says is strictly between them. The camera continues to zoom in until we slowly fade out.

End of broadcast.