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We once again fade into the standing room only that is the Venue at The Velvet Rabbit! The crowd is on fire as we immediately go to the ring.

PIP: Ladies and Gentleman the opening contest for Day 2 Session 1 of the 2022 CCPE Cannabis Cup is a Sweet Sixteen Tournament match![/white]

PIP: Introducing first, about to make her way to the ring… She is ASHLYNN CASSIDY!

"So

So

Undeniable

So

Go

Go

Undeniable

(So) From takin'

(So) Amazin'

(So) Make sure there's no mistakin'

(Go) The hittin'

(Go) Is waitin'(Go) So make it undeniable"

Ashlynn emerges out onto the stage confidently with her back to the ring, title around her waist, facing the ring*, matching the high energy of the song, soaking in the adoration of the fans and encouraging them and slapping hands. She gets into the ring, posing on the ropes, hips side to side in time with the music. She takes the belt from her waist and with one arm holds it up proudly.* She hops down to the mat, making a finger gun gesture toward her adversary/the ramp if out first.

PIP: And her opponent, about to make his way to the ring representing CCPE, he is RICKY RODRIGUEZ!

The crowd pops huge as Ricky emerges out to the ramp and looks toward the ring at Ashlynn. With a simple nod of the head, Ricky starts to make his way to the ring.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Kicking off day 2 are a pair of former FIGHT! NYC alums. I can’t pick a winner out of the two…

JOHNNY HITMAKER: As if I needed a reason to hate Rinky! Can’t take a photo with his tongue IN his mouth AND he’s a member of CCCP Enterprises?? Ashlynn all the way!

Ricky reaches ringside where he climbs up on the apron and slingshots himself over the top rope and into the ring. We are set for our first sweet sixteen contest of the Cannabis Cup.

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The bell tolls as the crowd roars loudly toward the ring. The New York crowd is very familiar with both Cassidy and Rodriguez as they walk out toward the center of the ring. They are set to lock up! Ricky backs Ashlynn up into a neutral corner where he gives a clean break. Ricky backs out toward the center of the ring as Ashlynn comes out from the corner. They circle each other before locking up once again this time Ashlynn takes a side headlock, she is backed up into the ropes by Ricky who shoots her across the ring with an Irish Whip,

Cassidy bounces off the nearside where she baseball slides between the legs of Ricky before popping back up to her feet, Ricky spins around walking into a Knife-Edge chop echoing throughout the Venue! Cassidy lands a second knife-edge chop! She follows up with a series of forearms to the jaw backing Ricky up into the ropes where she sends him across the ring, Ricky bounces off the nearside where he ducks under a clothesline! Ashlynn spins around where she catches the right boot of Ricky! He hops on his left foot before landing an Enzirguri to the temple of Cassidy! Ricky immediately presses a cover.

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Ashlynn escapes the near-fall as Ricky lock in a rear chin lock. The referee starts asking Cassidy to surrender which she refuses as Ricky cranks back on her head and chin. Ashlynn is forced to start negotiating her way back to a vertical base where she turns into the chin lock and counters with a side suplex driving Ricky into the mat!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Ashlynn has assumed control, but I wouldn’t count Ricky out just yet.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: When the ref reaches 10, like it or not, he’s counted out!

Ashlynn starts getting back to her feet followed by Rodriguez where she catches him with a boot to the midsection before landing a twisting neckbreaker! Ashlynn makes the cover.

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Ricky escapes with a kick-out. Ashlynn is the first back to her feet and drops a leg across the throat of Rodriguez! She presses another cover.

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Ricky escapes again with a kick-out. We see Ashlynn getting back to her feet where she picks up Ricky and fires him across the ring and into a neutral corner! Cassidy charges in after Ricky who sidesteps her, sending her splashing the corner! Ricky quickly follows up with a front face lock! He uses the turnbuckles to run up before driving Ashlynn into the canvas with a Tornado DDT!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Oooooooooooh! The momentum has shifted into Ricky’s corner with that DDT!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: PLEASE, can we not have a clean sweep for CCCP?!

Ashlynn is able to roll to the outside of the ring evading a pinfall attempt while Ricky starts getting back to a vertical base inside the ring. He starts to size up Ashlynn on the floor before climbing up the turnbuckles on the inside of the ring! Cassidy gets to her feet and as she does Ricky sets sail with a flying cross-body block crashing down on top of Ashlynn to a huge pop from the crowd! Ricky pops up off the mat where he picks up Ashlynn and hurls her back into the ring. Ricky climbs up on the ring apron sizing up Ashlynn who is working her way back to her feet. Ricky springboards off the top rope with a second Cross Body block which he holds for the pin!

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Ashlynn escapes with a kick-out to a pop from the crowd! Ricky is the first to get back to his feet where he picks up Ashlynn and rocks her with a series of forearms before taking her back into the ropes where he shoots her across the ring, she bounces off the nearside as Ricky drops his head for a back body drop! Cassidy counters with a swinging neckbreaker! Cassidy starts to get back to her feet where she stomps away at the right knee of Rodriguez before snatching the right leg and locking in a single-leg Boston Crab!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Ashlynn Cassidy with a brutal offensive assault on Ricky’s knee!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: I think Ashlynn’s worn out.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Why’s that, oh wrestling guru?

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Because she didn’t have it in her to do a FULL Boston Crab!

The referee is in a position to ask Ricky to surrender! He refuses as Ashlynn cranks on the hold. We can see Ricky start to inch his way toward the ropes until Ashlynn transitions into an STF submission! The crowd is split with these two superstars as half chants for Ashlynn while the other half chants for Ricky as the referee once again asks him to surrender, and again he refuses! Ricky drags himself toward the ropes where he is finally able to latch on to the bottom rope forcing the referee to call for the break.

Cassidy releases the hold as Ricky slips out to the floor.

In the ring, Ashlynn is back to her feet. She picks Ricky up and she immediately locks in an abdominal stretch!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Still in control, Ashlynn appears to be wearing Ricky down.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: That’s an ABOMINABLE abdominal!

The referee is right back in position asking Ricky to surrender! He once again refuses to give it up as Ashlynn cranks on the hold as Ricky is asked to surrender once more. He shakes off the official before he starts to rally and counters out of the abdominal stretch with a hip toss take over! Cassidy pops back up to her feet where she is met with a standing dropkick from Ricky that sends her back into a neutral corner. Ricky is back to his feet where he rushes toward the corner with running double knees to the body of Cassidy! Ricky brings Ashlynn out from the corner with a backbreaker! He points up in the air signaling he is going up to the top rope!

Ricky steps out to the ring apron where he begins to climb up to the top rope!

Cassidy rolls over to her chest where she starts pushing herself up to her feet. Ricky leaps off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick that connects right on the money! Rodriguez makes the cover.

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Ashlynn escapes with a kick-out to a pop from the crowd! Ricky glances toward the referee as he starts getting back to his feet. Ricky starts to size up Cassidy who is rolling over to her chest and pushing herself up off the mat where she reaches a vertical base where Rodriguez looks for a Roundhouse Kick!

Cassidy ducks out of the way!

She catches Ricky with a boot to the midsection before hoisting him up in the air in a Crucifix! The crowd erupts as Cassidy lands the Crucifix Bomb! The crowd roars loudly as Ashlynn makes the cover by hooking the near leg.

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Ricky shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a pop from the crowd as this match will continue.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Ricky showing the resiliency that he has become known for.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: I WISH he was known for losing matches for CCCP Enterprises!

Ashlynn is the first to get back to her feet. She picks Ricky up off the mat rocking him with a European Uppercut back into a neutral corner. Cassidy charges toward Ricky who throws a boot up connecting to the face of Cassidy knocking her backward toward the center of the ring and allowing Ricky to come out with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick taking Cassidy back down to the canvas! Rodriguez makes the cover by hooking the near leg.

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Cassidy pops a shoulder off the mat to an ovation from the crowd. Ricky starts pushing himself back up to his feet where he starts sizing up Ashlynn who is starting to get back to her feet as well. Ricky rushes toward the ropes where he springboards off the middle rope delivering the Springboard Cutter!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Ricky hits the Cutter, I think this may be it!

Ricky makes the cover by hooking both legs!

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PIP: The winner of this contest, and advancing in the Cannabis Cup Tournament… RICKY RODRIGUEZ!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: I hate to see Ash go out like this, but Ricky outwrestled her here tonight.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: DID PAGE DRUG ALL HIS CLIENTS’ OPPONENTS?!?!

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PIP: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a Sweet Sixteen match in the 2022 Cannabis Cup Tournament.

PIP: Introducing first, representing CCPE… He is THE BASTARD, HOLDEN ROSS!

Air raid sirens begin their cries of warning as the arena is plunged into darkness. As they reach their crescendo, and begin their fall, a single spotlight cuts through the dark, illuminating Holden who is standing statuesque, just this side of the threshold of the entrance curtain.

Just like their signal of warning in the real World, in A.W. they are a warning that the “Bastard” is making his way to the ring. When the spotlight first shines on him, he has his head down, chin on his chest and his eyes closed. The sirens begin winding up their pitch for the second round of screaming. He lifts his head and his face is void of emotion, his eyes black pools of nothing, similar to a great white's eyes. The sirens are relentless as he strolls down to the ring. He takes his time climbing the ring steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He brings his hands together in front of his chest, in a praying position. He then removes the ski mask, chain, and jacket and tosses it out to the ring girl. When the referee attempts to check him for contraband, Holden gently pushes him away and leans into his corner, apparently bored.

PIP: Introducing his opponent, about to make his way to the ring… MR. ADULT SHIT™ DANE F’N PRESTON!

Once again the lights in The Venue go out, plunging the Velvet Rabbit crowd into darkness. A lit fuze sizzles across the video screen, leading to an explosion of pyro around the entrance stage. Then came the sound of a gunshot and a car peeling out, then the opening guitar riff for No Resolve’s “UNKILLABLE” shred across the PA speakers.

Dane Preston's silhouette can be seen slowly coming through the curtains as he steps out onto the stage. Nodding his masked head to the beat of the music, he extends an arm in front of him, the other behind him as he struts down the ramp. A single spotlight shines down on the six-foot, three inches, two-hundred and fifty-five-pound fighter as he slowly stalks his way to the ring, clad in black and purple with a matching leather vest.

After scaling the ring steps, Preston slowly snaps his head from side to side before climbing into the ring and shrugging off his duster. He makes his way to his corner and climbs to the second rope where he points finger guns at the fans before snatching his mask off his head and throwing it out to them. Hopping down, Dane squats in the corner, arms outstretched as he grips the second rope with both hands awaiting the bell.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Here we go! As much as I like Holden, I’m not voting against my own!

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The bell sounds as we are underway with our second match of the sweet sixteen. Holden Ross and Dane Preston emerge to the center of the ring. They both start talking some shit back and forth until Dane shoves Holden which doesn’t end well as Ross swings landing a right hand, Dane fires back with right, Holden fires back, Dane looks for a right that Holden blocks and counters with a knee across the midsection! Holden takes Dane over the mat with a Judo Throw forcing a cover.

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Dane escapes the pinfall attempt. Holden is the first to his feet where he picks Dane up and muscles him back into a neutral corner. Ross lands a series of reverse elbow strikes to his temple Preston before he shoots him across the ring into the opposite set of buckles. Ross gains a full head of steam as he looks for an Avalanche Splash! Preston evades the splash sending the three hundred-pounder crashing into the buckles!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: That’s it kid, rely on your speed when you are faced with a larger opponent!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Moulden Ross has NO supporters at this desk; he’s ANOTHER of those sonsabitches that stuck their nose in HYE business at Madness!

Preston bounces off the far side and as Holden staggers out from the corner turning around into a running Damon Riggs knee strike that sends the Bastard spilling out to the floor! Preston rolls out after Ross where he spins him around before driving him lower back first into the ring apron! Dane then takes Ross where he bounces Ross face first off the ring steps. Preston takes a front waist lock but before he can do anything Holden bites Preston across the forehead.

Ross breaks the front waist lock of Preston!

He locks a Full Nelson on Dane, hoists him up, and drives him down onto the protective mats at ringside with a violent Full Nelson Slam! Ross slides into the ring breaking the referee’s count before sliding back out to the floor.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Biting, REALLY ROSS!?!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: He sure does bite!

Holden reaches down to pick up Dane where he sends him barreling into the ring steps right shoulder first with such force they separate upon impact. Holden walks over picking Preston up off the mat where he hurls him back into the ring. Ross climbs back up on the ring apron where he steps over the top rope and into the ring. Dane is pushing himself up to his feet and Ross runs toward him looking for a big boot!

Dane ducks out of the way while latching onto a back waist lock!

Planting his feet for a big hoist, Preston lands a huge German Suplex with a Bridge.

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Holden escapes the near fall with a kick-out! Dane Preston starts working his way back up to his feet while we see Ross getting to all fours. Preston picks Ross up where he lands a right hand, followed by a second and then a third before being stopped with a vicious headbutt across the bridge of the nose by the Bastard! Holden drives a boot to the midsection where he locks in a front face lock.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: C’mon kid, you have to out wrestle Ross!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Yes, that, OR, start pulling out a cross and some holy water! ANYTHING to not have Holdumb come out on top!!

Ross hoists Dane up for a Suplex only to see Dane flip over the back of Ross where he lands on his feet! Ross spins around swinging with a lariat as Dane charges forward, he ducks underneath where he bounces off the near side, and Ross spins back around where Dane catches him with a Lou Thez Press taking Ross down to the mat where he hammers down with a series of right hands to the face of the Bastard! He lands six shots before popping back up to his feet where Preston backs up into a neutral corner. He climbs up on the middle rope where he sets sail driving the point of his right elbow into his forehead of Ross!

Preston makes a cover!

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Ross powers out with a kick-out!

Dane gets to both knees before stepping back up to his feet. He picks Holden up before taking him back into the ropes, Preston looks for an Irish Whip, Ross reverses and sends Preston bouncing off the ropes who looks for a Flying Cross Body Block!

Ross catches Preston in midair!

He holds him in position before delivering a Fall Away Slam!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Beautiful delivery, Dane’s no small man either, weighing in at 255 pounds. A testament to Holden’s strength!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: He’s physically strong, and his body odor is also strong!

The Bastard gets back up to a vertical base where he picks Dane up, he positions him for a Powerbomb! Ross hoists Preston up into the air before running toward a neutral corner where he lands a Buckle Bomb on Preston! Dane bounces off the buckles staggering out toward the Bastard who takes his head off with a running boot to the face!

Ross drops down, making the cover and hooking the inside leg.

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Dane escapes with a kick-out to a huge ovation from the New York crowd! Ross gets back to his feet where he intimidates the referee back into a neutral corner as he barks out for a faster count before turning his attention back toward Preston. Ross picks him up off the mat where he takes him back into a neutral corner, he hoists him up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle where he lands a hard right hand.

Ross steps up on the middle ropes where he locks in a front face lock.

Holden is poised to deliver a Superplex to Preston who blocks by latching onto the top rope! He manages to pull away from Holden where he is able to shove the Bastard backward off the middle rope and back down to the mat!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Preston’s lucky he stopped that or he’d be spitting out lung chunks right about now!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Looks like Dane’s going to fly!

Holden lay prone on the mat as we see Dane stepping up to the top rope where he sets sail with a diving elbow down across his sternum of Ross! The crowd erupts as Preston makes the cover by hooking the near leg.

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Ross escapes with a kick-out to a huge gasp from the crowd as this match will continue. Preston gets back to his feet where he backs up into a neutral corner calling for the Superkick! The crowd erupts as Dane sizes up Holden Ross as the Bastard starts to push himself up off the mat.

Dane explodes out from the corner looking for the Superkick!

Holden catches the boot of Preston! Ross spins Dane around using his boot, sending him in a complete circle before scooping him up over his shoulder where he looks to deliver a running Powerslam! Preston slips down the back of Ross as he shoves him into the ropes.

Holden bounces off the ropes and into awaiting Preston! Ross attempts a clothesline, but Dane ducks under it and hooks Ross in an STO setup before powering the man up, diving down and driving Ross crashing into the mat with authority.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: REDLINE! This could be all for Ross!

Preston wastes no time in hooking Holden’s near leg, nodding his head in time with the count.

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PIP: The winner of this contest, and advancing in the Cannabis Cup Tournament… DANE PRESTON!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Goddamn right! That’s my boy!!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: OH MY FUCKING GOD, THANK FUCK ANOTHER OF PAGE’S GOONS DIDN’T WIN!!

Preston’s arm is raised in victory to the delight of the New York crowd.

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PIP: The following contest is a Sweet Sixteen Match in the 2022 Cannabis Cup Tournament…

PIP: Introducing first, representing CCPE… He is MAC BANE!

Mac emerges out in front of the crowd to a very loud, very mixed reception as he looks out across the standing room only. He starts to make the walk toward the ring when he stops for a second holding up his index finger. He motions toward the curtain. Several seconds pass before emerging out through the curtain is “CHRONIC” CHRIS PAGE which blows the roof off the Venue at the Velvet Rabbitt. Chris Page and Mac share a fist bump before Chris leads Mac Bane down to ringside. Chris has some words for Mac as they reach ringside. Mac nods his head before climbing up on the ring apron and stepping through the ropes.

PIP: And his opponent…

PIP: About to make his way to the ring, he is PAUL MONTUORI!

The NYC crowd erupts for the very familiar Paul MontUOri as he emerges out to the top of the ramp seeing Mac Bane standing in the center of the ring with Chris Page in his corner. Paul shakes it off before motioning toward the back where MISS MICHELLE walks to a massive ovation from the familiar New York crowd! Paul and Michelle start to make the walk down to the ring. Page holds up both hands as Paul and Michelle walk past him. Michelle takes her spot in Paul’s corner as Paul enters the ring.

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The bell sounds as we are underway with our third Sweet Sixteen matchup. The crowd is on fire as they chant “PAUL!” repeatedly toward the ring. CCP roots on Mac from the floor as we see Mac and Paul getting ready to lock up. Mac boots Paul in the midsection immediately and starts opening up with right hands to Paul to massive boos from the crowd! Mac rakes Montuori across the eyes before snatching him by the head and running his eyes across the top rope!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: My future brother-in-law, PMont, takes a cheap shot from Bane.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Taking a page outta Page’s book, TYPICAL!

Mac Bane is admonished by the referee as he closes in on Paul Montuori where he swings with a right hand, Paul blocks and counters with a right! Mac swing, Paul blocks, and lands a second right hand! Mac swings, and Paul ducks out of the way reversing the positioning with Bane against the ropes! Paul looks for an Irish Whip, Mac counters and it’s Montuori bouncing off the nearside ducking under a Mac clothesline where Paul springboards off the middle rope with a knee strike to the jaw of Mac Bane!

Bane is rocked back into the ropes across the ring!

Paul is up where he charges toward Mac sending both men sailing over the top rope and down to the floor as the standing room only crowd is lit for the opening moments of this contest. Paul is the first to his feet where he tags a few hands from the ringside fans while hyping them up! He turns his attention back toward Mac Bane. Paul picks him up off the floor where he fires him into the security railing! Paul comes in after Mac where he eats a reverse elbow!

Mac snatches the legs out from underneath Paul with a double leg takedown.

He positions himself before falling backward on the floor catapulting Paul Montuori into the ring post, sending him bouncing face-first off the post and crumbling down to the floor!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Ooh, that’s not going to earn Mac Bane any favor with Queen Michelle, not when you attack her King’s pretty face!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Mac wouldn’t know anything about pretty faces, so why would he care about someone else’s?

Mac rolls into the ring breaking the count and rolls back out to the floor where we find Paul Montuori has been busted open at the hands of the ring post! Mac picks him up off the floor where he levels him with several right hands to the open wound before taking him by the head and bringing him around the ring where he drives him face-first off the announcer's table! Mac drives Paul face-first off the announcer's table a second time!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Does Mac Bane have an issue with the way Paul looks? Because he keeps going for his face. My sister might not want to marry PMont anymore by the time this match is over.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: He just doesn’t like anyone who looks nicer than his wife!

Mac takes Paul where he looks to drive him face-first off the ring steps! Paul puts on the breaks and counters with a side elbow to the ribs of Bane! He takes Mac by the head bouncing him face-first off the stairs! Mac comes around the corner of the ring rolling back in under the bottom rope with Paul giving chase. Paul slips back into the ring where he picks Bane up off the mat. Paul locks in a front face lock where he picks Mac up for a vertical suplex only to turn it into a Falcon Arrow as he drives Bane down into the mat!

Paul starts getting back to his feet where he rushes toward the rope springboarding off the middle rope with a moonsault crashing down on top of Mac Bane to a huge pop from the crowd! Paul makes a front press with an inside leg hook!

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Mac escapes with a kick-out! Paul gets back up to a vertical base where he wipes the blood away from his face before he picks Mac Bane up off the mat. Montuori delivers a stiff European Uppercut driving Mac into the ropes. He comes forward shooting him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Mac is sent across the ring where he bounces off the ropes and Paul looks to deliver a Superkick!

Mac catches his foot!

He spins Paul around in a complete circle where Mac clocks Paul with a roaring elbow that drops him to one knee! Mac places Paul’s head between his legs where he looks for a Powerbomb! Mac hoists Paul up into the air only to see Montuori counter into a sit-out facebuster!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: And again Mac goes back on the attack on PMont’s face!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: This is an unhealthy obsession he has with certain guys! First it was Paul Freedom at Level Up’s Last of Us II, now the non-CCCP Montuori!

Montuori executes the cover by hooking the near leg.

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Mac escapes with a kick-out to another gasp from the crowd! Paul starts working his way back up to his feet where he picks Mac up and sets him up for the Flip Piledriver! Mac counters with a back body drop! Paul is quickly to his feet where he walks into a Superkick from Bane that sends Paul bouncing off the ropes and into a Spinbuster Slam!

Mac floats over into a cover hooking the near leg.

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Paul shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a huge ovation from the New York crowd.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Let’s go Big Dog, you gotta get up and show these people who the fuck you are!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: He can’t hear your AMAZING words of encouragement, Riggs!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Shut up, Hitmaker, I know he can’t hear me!

Mac Bane gets to one knee before stepping up to his feet. He reaches down to pick up Paul where he drives him back into a neutral corner. Mac starts hammering away with right hands to the wound on Paul’s forehead as the referee lays the count to him. Mac backs away at the four-count before running toward Paul looking to clothesline him back into the buckles! Paul sidesteps Mac at the last second sending him crashing into the buckles sternum first! Mac staggers backward before turning around where he walks into a Spinning Roundhouse kick from Montuori!

Mac bounces off the ropes and into a drop toe hold!

Montuori is back up where he charges and bounces off the near side delivering a curb stomp to Mac as he is pushing himself up off the mat! Montuori rolls him over by hooking the leg!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Yeah, how’s that Bane? You like having your face smashed?!? Don’t give me that look Johnny, you hate CCPE, you should be cheering for PMont along with me…

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THRE…Mac kicks out!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Looks like Mac is Paul’s BANE tonight!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Oh come on! Don’t let up Paul!

Paul Montuori gets to both knees as he has a shocked look within his eyes at the kick-out by Mac Bane! He steps back up to his feet as the crowd continues to roar. Paul reaches down, picking Mac up off the mat. He rocks him with a series of right hands before he looks to plant Mac with a DDT! Mac rushes forward driving Paul into the ropes where they spill back out to the floor! Both men start to get back to their feet with Mac landing a right hand! Paul fires back with a right! Mac fires back with a right! Paul comes back with a right before Mac thumbs him in the eye! Mac hurls Paul back into the ring where he slides into the ring after him. Mac uses the ropes to get back to his feet where he picks up Paul Montuori!

Mac locks in a front face lock, he hoists up Paul high into the air before driving him down into the canvas with a Jackhammer!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: No, no, no!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Wriggle out, you DICK!!!

Mac makes the cover!

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The roof explodes as Paul shoots a shoulder up off the mat before the fatal count of three! Mac gets back to his feet where he steps out to the ring apron. He starts to size up Paul for the Buckshot Lariat, and as Paul starts to make his way back to his feet Mac slingshots over the top rope and as he swings with the lariat Paul ducks. PMont catches Bane with a Spinebuster, then immediately gets back to his feet, sizing Mac up. Like a viper waiting to strike, Paul waits until Mac has rolled over and gotten onto all fours. Springboarding off of Bane’s back, PMont drives his foot down on the back of Mac’s head, sending him face first into the canvas before dropping down, hooking both of Bane’s legs, kicking his own legs as he holds on for dear life!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: FUCK YO FACE curb STOMP!!!! That’s what you get!!!

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PIP: The winner of this contest, and advancing in the Cannabis Cup Tournament… PAUL MONTUORI!

Damon jumps up out of his chair yelling and pointing at Paul Montuori.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: That’s what the hell I’m talking about! That’s some Big Dog shit right there!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: I’d hardly call a great anti-CCCP win big dog shit there, pal!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: No Johnny, I wasn’t calling PMont’s victory SHIT, he calls himself the Big Dog, oh never fucking mind.

Paul points back at Damon with a smile and a wink before he slips out to the floor where he’s joined by Miss Michelle while a recovering Mac Bane is beside himself inside the ring!

@KayfabeAirlines

PIP: The following contest is a Sweet Sixteen Match in the 2022 Cannabis Cup Tournament.

PIP: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… he is COREY SMITH!

The arena is pitch black and the melancholy opening tunes to “Identity” begin. But as the song starts to pick up in intensity, down in the entryway, you see a Jericho-esque light up jacket glow brilliantly. Then, twin explosions emit from either side of the ramp and the lights turn on in a swirling red and blue pattern that throb in sync with the beats of the song. Corey comes down the ramp, the jacket now flashing intermittent heart and lightning bolt patterns. On the 'Tron you see images of Corey/Lux pulling off fantastic moves, intercut with blur effects on Corey's face that obscure his features in an eerie way.

Corey gets on the ring apron, throwing his arms over the top rope as the jacket keeps flashing. He looks pumped as hell, and starts pointing out at the fans before rushing to the top rope, surveying the crowd from on high, before dropping down to the canvas and handing off his jacket. He paces the ring now, waiting for the match to begin as the music and lighting effects wind down.

PIP: And his opponent…

PIP: Making her way to the ring, she is KRYSTAL WOLFE!

The opening to "Stand My Ground" by Within Temptation hits the speakers and the lights dim, once the music kicks into high gear strobe lights flash around the entrance ramp before a single spotlight stops on Krystal as she kneels on one knee with her head down and hood up.Once the lyrics hit Krystal removes her hood and looks out to the crowd before standing up and making her way down to the ring, she hops onto the apron before jumping over the ropes and into the ring where she removes the jacket.

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DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: And here we go! Smith vs Wolf, let’s see what these two have in store for us!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Well! I’ll say ONE thing about this match! We can ALL rest easy with Chris Page taking hoots from Willie Nelson’s doobies and thusly nowhere NEAR the ring!

The bell sounds as the crowd inside the Venue pops big for both participants to start things off. They walk out toward the center of the ring where they circle each other before locking up with a collar-elbow tie-up with Corey taking the advantage as he drives Krystal back into the ropes. The referee calls for the clean break and is given one by Smith who backs away toward the center of the ring. Krystal nods her head as she comes off the ropes where she and Corey circle each other and lock up a second time, this time Corey snatches a side headlock. He starts cranking on the head of Krystal as she backs him up into the ropes and shoots him across the ring.

Corey bounces off the near side where he takes Wolfe down with a running shoulder block.

Corey bounces off the far side, Krystal rolls over to her chest, Corey leaps over Wolfe where he bounces off the near side, and Krystal pops back up to her feet connecting with a picture-perfect dropkick taking Corey down to the mat with Wolfe scurrying into a cover hooking a near leg.

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THR...Corey escapes with a kick out.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Early pinfall attempt by Wolfe does NOT pay off, but she goes right back on the attack.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Try it once early on to see if it’ll work, then forget about it for AT LEAST five minutes!

Krystal locks in a rear chin lock on Smith while the referee slides into position. Corey starts working his way back up to his feet almost instantly as he backs Wolfe up against the ropes and shoots her across the ring with an irish Whip, Krystal bounces off the nearside and into a reverse elbow by Smith that rocks her back into the ropes for Corey to charge forward with a clothesline taking her over the top rope and out to the floor!

Corey steps out to the ring apron where he comes off the apron with a double axe handle across the back of Wolfe as she is getting back to her feet. Corey picks Krystal up off the floor where he drives her into the ring apron lower back first before tossing her back into the ring. Corey slides in under the bottom rope immediately going for a quick lateral press.

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THR…Wolfe pops a shoulder up off the mat.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: This time Corey Smith goes for the quick pin and is left wanting.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: They’re just feeling each other out right now.

There’s a pause.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Appropriate, considering where this event’s taking place!

Corey gets back to his feet where he picks Krystal up off the mat and rocks her with a series of forearm shots backing her up into a neutral corner. Corey lays in several kicks to the right legs before twisting the right arm where he pulls Wolfe out of the corner looking for a short arm clothesline! Wolfe ducks under the clothesline taking a back waistlock that she transitions into a Full Nelson and snaps Corey over with a Dragon Suplex with a bridge!

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Corey escapes with a kickout! Krystal starts working her way back to her feet. She reaches down, picking Corey up off the mat where she chops him across the chest with a knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the Venue. Corey comes right back at Krystal with an open-handed chop across the chest of Wolfe! Krystal fires back with a European Uppercut rocking Corey back into the ropes where he explodes off them with a Running STO!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Hot damn, that was a beautiful STO, rivals my own if I do say so myself!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Yeah, yeah, I used one too in my time, it’s a great move, blah blah blah!

Corey gets back to his feet where he backs up into a neutral corner and hops up on the middle ropes! We see Krystal starting to roll over to her chest and push herself up off the mat and back to her feet where Corey leaps off the middle rope with a twisting neckbreaker! Corey forces the cover by hooking the inside leg.

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Krystal kicks out of the nearfall! Corey pops back up to his feet where he lands a standing Moonsault. He makes another cover with another hook of the leg.

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Krystal escapes with another kickout!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Smith with two quick pinfall attempts in succession, he’s trying to end this one quickly!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Has it been five minutes already?!

Corey gets up where he picks Krystal up, he takes her back into the ropes where he looks for an Irish Whip, Wolfe counters and it’s Corey who bounces off the ropes and into a Spinbuster slam! The crowd is behind both athletes as Krystal reaches her knees before stepping back up to her feet. Krystal picks Corey up where she drives him back into a neutral corner! She lays in several shoulder blocks into his midsection before locking a front face lock! Krystal reverses the positioning as she maintains the front face lock while getting to the middle ropes and peels off the Tornado DDT!

Krystal makes the cover!

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Corey shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a mixture of a gasp and an ovation!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: The Cheeches and Chongs in the crowd definitely don’t want this to be over just yet!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: The fans are getting one hell of a treat in this match!

Krystal starts making her way back to her feet where she reaches down to pick Corey up off the mat. Wolfe rocks Smith with a forearm shot, followed by a second and then a third before booting him in the midsection! Corey doubled over for Krystal who hoists up Corey for the Running Powerbomb!

Corey free’s himself landing on his feet behind Krystal who spins around and walks into PAIN-DE-LUX!

Wolfe crumbles to the mat with Corey dropping down into the cover!

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PIP: The winner and advancing to the Elite 8, COREY SMITH!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Corey set a trap for the Wolfe and she shattered like Krystal!

Corey is back to his feet where his arm is raised in victory. He holds up two fingers while saying into the camera “Two Down”.

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PIP: Ladies and gentlemen the following is a Sweet Sixteen match in the 2022 Cannabis Cup Tournament.

PIP: Introducing first, he is BOBBY BOURBON!

The lights in the arena go deep blue as smoke fills the air. Pink and silver laser lights cut through the smoke and it looks fucking rad.

As Arch Enemy blares throughout the arena, slowly walking out onto the entrance ramp is Bobby Bourbon. He stops, surveys the whole of the arena, raises his fists at 45 degree angles, and continues his deliberate plod towards the ring. Bobby climbs the steps, then climbs the nearest ring post half way and raises his fists at 45 degree angles. The lights go back to normal and the music stops. The XWF Universe in attendance, becoming hooligans, all chant in unison.

*FUCK 'EM UP, BOBBY, FUCK 'EM UP!*

PIP: And his opponent…

PIP: About to make his way to the ring, he is JUSTIN YORK!

The lights in the arena go completely dark as 'One for the Money’ by Escape the Fate hits the speakers. Only a spotlight hits the very top of the stage as you see a man and his wife standing with his back turned, the back of the shirt reads 'Casino Kid'. Pyro goes up into the air from both sides of the stage as all lights then come on and Justin York and his wife turn and begin down the ramp, Taunting fans as they go. Once entering the ringside area, he takes a walk around the ring rudely gesturing the crowd and taunting some more before holding the ropes for his wife to enter and getting into the ring and giving his signature middle finger to the camera with a cocky smirk while boos reign down from the arena.

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The bell sounds as we are underway.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Both of these men impressed the hell outta me in their first round matches. I can’t wait to see what they do here.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: With any luck, York’ll roll nothing but 7’s, but IDEALLY just blackjacks Bourbon!

Bourbon and York circle each other as Bobby towers over the Casino Kid. York and Bourbon lock up seeing Bourbon shove Justin down to the mat with ease. Bobby washes his hands together as Justin is quickly back to one knee before stepping back up to his feet. He circles Bourbon who lunges at York. York ducks under and out of the way causing Bobby to spin around where Justin flips him off to a pop from the crowd! Bobby charges toward York looking for a lariat, York ducks sending Bobby bouncing off the ropes and into a drop toe hold! York floats over into a front-face lock transitioned into knee strikes to the top of Bourbon’s head. Justin pops back up to his feet where he charges and bounces off the ropes, Bourbon is to one knee where he catches York and drives him into the mat with a Black Hole Slam!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Somebody better check under York for a Wicked Witch after that twister hit!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Bourbon drives York down hard!

Bourbon makes a cover.

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York escapes with a kick-out. Bobby immediately starts choking away at York! The crowd roars with boos while the referee lays the count to Bourbon. He breaks the choke at the four-count. Bobby gets to one knee where he’s admonished by the referee. He reaches down to pick up York where he shoots him into a set of turnbuckles.

Bourbon charges in after Justin, looking to deliver an Avalanche Splash!

York escapes out to the ring apron through the top and middle rope causing Bourbon to crash into the turnbuckles! Bobby staggers backward out toward the center of the ring! York springboards off the top rope delivering a knee strike to Bourbon’s temple knocking the big man down to the mat.

York makes the cover!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Great defensive maneuvers on the part of York! Will it pay off?

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Bobby kicks out with some major authority as he sends York high into the air crashing down on the mat!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: York looks like he needed a pilot’s license after that liftoff!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Bourbon’s big, dumb, and full of…

Johnny stops himself just in time.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Anyway, great match!

York gets back to his feet where he looks for a stiff kick to Bourbon as Bobby gets to one knee. Bobby catches the foot, he steps up to his feet while holding onto his foot of York. Justin looks for an Enziguri, Bourbon ducks while driving Justin down chest first on the mat and following up with a running back senton! Bobby rolls Justin over to his back where he takes a mount and hammers down with right hands! The referee lays the count to Bourbon who breaks away at the four-count. Bobby gets back to his feet where he snatches up York. He under hooks the arms and delivers a butterfly suplex!

Bourbon gets back to his feet where he taunts the crowd.

Bourbon stomps away at York before picking him up off the mat. He hurls Justin into a neutral corner. York bounces off the buckles and into a sidewalk slam! Bobby presses the cover.

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THRE…York pops a shoulder up off the mat!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Bobby Bourbon is clearly not happy with the referee’s count.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: At least he CAN count, unlike SOME members of the B.O.B.!

Bobby spouts off toward the referee as he gets back to his feet. He reaches down picking Justin up where he drives him back into a neutral corner. We see Bobby start laying in stiff Vader-like forearms to both sides of York’s head with rapid shots while the referee counts away. The crowd boos Bourbon as he backs away at the referee’s four-count. Bobby charges forward only to have York throw his right boot up to the face of Bobby, staggering the larger man out toward the center of the ring.

York climbs up on the middle rope where he leaps off with a Blockbuster-style neckbreaker!

York scurries into the cover, quickly hooking the near leg.

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THRE…

Bourbon escapes with a kick-out. Justin rolls out to the ring apron as he starts sizing up Bobby. Justin pulls himself up to a vertical base using the ropes. Bobby is getting back to his feet and as he does York springboards off the top rope with a Springboard Cutter to Bourbon! York quickly makes the cover by hooking the inside leg with a back press!

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THRE…Bourbon escapes with a kick-out, drawing a gasp from the crowd!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Bobby Bourbon is still alive, unwilling to go down!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: A display of poor sportsmanship the likes have NEVER been seen… well, since any of Page’s henchmen were out here last, anyway!

York starts getting back to his feet where he flips off Bourbon a second time. He reaches down picking Bobby up off the mat only to see Bobby yank York forward through the ropes seeing Justin spill out to the floor through the top and middle rope! Bobby rolls out to the floor where he stomps away at York! Bobby picks Justin up off the floor. He takes him up with a Military Press dropping him down sternum first across the security barrier!

The referee is counting both men out.

Bobby picks York up off the floor where he locks a front face lock and snaps off a suplex on the floor! The official reaches the count of seven before Bobby rolls into the ring breaking the count and rolls right back out to the floor.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Bobby Bourbon clearly has something evil on his mind, rolling back out of the ring after breaking the referee’s ten count.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: That’s not the ONLY thing he’s looking to break!

Bourbon stomps away at the ribs of York before picking him up off the floor and hurling him back into the ring. Bobby slides back into the ring under the bottom ropes. Bobby gets to his feet where he bounces off the ropes and crashes down on top of York with a body splash! He makes the cover.

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York escapes with a kick-out! Bobby pops up to his knees where he looks angry down at York. He steps up to his feet, he picks up Justin locking in a front face lock! Bobby hoists up Justin vertically for a suplex before driving him down into the mat with a Falcon Arrow! Bourbon makes the cover!

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THRE…York escapes with another kick-out!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: York almost slotted up three bars there, but he’s still in the green!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Both men are giving their all here, but it looks like Bourbon has fire in his eyes

Bourbon gets up to a vertical base. He picks up York and snatches him by the throat. Bobby squeezes the throat of York before hoisting him up into the air looking to deliver a chokeslam! Justin counters in midair with a Tornado DDT spiking Bobby into the canvas! York slowly starts to stir, pushing himself up off the mat and back to his feet followed by Bourbon who staggers backward turning around and walking into a Superkick by York!

Bobby is rocked back into the ropes where he bounces forward and where York looks to scoop up Bourbon but crumbles under Bobby’s weight!

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THRE… York escapes with another kick-out!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: I’m impressed that someone who just shat out their pancreas had the wherewithal to kick out!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: The Casino Kid certainly is defying all the odds tonight, but has his luck run out?

An enraged Bobby is back up with fire in his eyes as he reaches down to pick York up off the mat/ Bobby drives him back into a neutral corner, he hoists up York to a seated position on the top rope. Bobby decks Justin with a right hand before stepping up to the middle rope! The referee is out of position and misses York hitting a low blow! Justin shoves Bourbon down to the mat! He steps up to the top rope where he leaps off with his 630 Splash landing it on the money!

York makes the cover!

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PIP: The winner of this contest, and advancing to the Elite 8, JUSTIN YORK!

York escapes out to the floor celebrating his win.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Well hell, a win’s a win I suppose. I won’t claim to have been an angel in the ring, so you’ll hear no complaints outta me. Though, I’m sure Bobby Bourbon is going to have words for Mr. York down the line.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Hey, that was Bourbon’s whole schtick, so if anything, he ought to ADMIRE York’s ingenuity!

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PIP: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your Day Two Session One Main Event… and is the LAST MAN STANDING match.

PIP: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring… He is representing CCPE, he is BAM MILLER!

The sound of a motorcycle is heard as it rolls on stage with Bam Miller on it. He points around to all the fans before riding down the ramp and riding around the ring. He parks his bike and high fives a fan in the front row, then gets a Miller Lite beer tossed to him. He walks up the Steele steps, and walks slowly into the middle of the ring. He opens the can up and as soon as the can touches his lips pyro goes off behind him. As the pyro stops Bam Miller walks over to the corner to wait for the match to start.

PIP: And his opponent…

PIP: About to make his way to the ring, he is LARRY TACT!

“Pieces of Man” by Drown plays over the arena speakers as the lights cut out. Royal blue lights flicker on the stage while golden spotlights scan the crowd before focusing on Larry Tact at the top of the stage. He opens his arms and puffs out his chest, soaking in the crowd’s reaction before bellowing and making his way down the ramp, the spotlight following him. As he walks, Larry critiques some fans at ringside as he walks to the ring. He pulls himself up using the ropes and walks slowly along the apron before wiping his boots and entering the ring. He stretches using the ropes, smoothes back his hair and bounces from side-to-side, ready to go.

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DING DING DING!

The crowd rises to their feet once again as Larry Tact and Bam Miller come out from their corners and begin circling one another. Miller has his mouth moving a mile a minute, Larry responding every couple of seconds. A double middle finger from Miller, a kick to the gut, he turns and grabs Larry but Larry slips out! It was almost Miller Time! Larry, from his knees, pushes Miller off and Bam hits the ropes, comes back to Tact who is now flying through the air with a big spinning back elbow sending Miller crashing to the mat. Larry pops back up to his feet where he starts stomping away at Bam as there’s nothing the referee can do but look on.

Bam rolls to the floor but he isn't safe, Larry is on the chase! As he approaches, Bam hits a quick short elbow to the side of the head and bounces Larry off the guard railing! Larry is off guard, Bam hits a gutwrench suplex on the floor! Tact hits with a thud that echoes throughout The Venue! The referee starts laying the count to Larry.

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Tact is stirring as he gets back to his feet.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Tact is too full of himself to allow such an early loss to occur!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Well, you’re the expert on being full of yourself…

Bam has a chair in hand as he comes up from behind waffling Tact in the back sending him down to all fours! Bam hits another one! He sets the chair up and sits Larry down in it, dropping a few forearms before climbing up to the apron and gesturing for the crowd, who goes nuts! Bam runs and dives off the apron in a cannonball wiping out Tact on the chair! The crowd roars in approval as the referee starts laying the count to Tact once again.

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Larry starts to stir as he begins to pull himself back up to his feet where he turns around and sees Bam Miller setting up a table at ringside. Instead of going on the attack, Larry reaches under the apron at the buckle and grabs something he surely placed there. Bam comes to drag Larry over but he's met with a brass knuckle shot to the ribcage! Then one to the spine! Miller tries to scramble back into the ring to escape the powerful punches and succeeds, Tact sliding in after like a predator. The two competitors have a standoff.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Scary Larry is a prick, but a dangerous one.

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Some might even say TACTFUL…

Larry swings, Bam ducks, leaps on Larry's back and grabs for his arm! Larry is able to snapmare Bam off and absolutely OBLITERATES Bam with a brass knuckle punch to the back of the head! Bam goes limp! The ref slides in instantly as flashbulbs go off! Larry backs off, the ref beginning to count Bam Miller out!

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Larry leans back in the corner, he's unphased, the crowd counting along!

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Bam is shaking his head!

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Bam is to a knee, then his feet! He tells Larry to bring it on!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: WHAT AN IDIOT!! He was SECONDS away from a loss and now he wants MORE?!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Did you give up that easily when you competed, Hitmaker?

Larry runs in and goes for the home run but Bam catches and ducks through - GERMAN SUPLEX! Bam holds on - A SECOND ONE! Still holding on, switching grip - BAM HITS A BIG SAITO SUPLEX FOLDING LARRY TACT UP! The knucks go flying off his hand with that last one! The crowd is going nuts, no idea where Miller is getting the energy to lift the bigger man.

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Tact is on dream street, on shaky legs but he's back up after the onslaught.

Bam hits the ropes and comes back with a KNEE TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! Knee Trembler! He hits it, it sends Tact into the ropes where Bam DOES ANOTHER ONE! Bam unleashes a roar to the crowd and pulls Larry out of the tangled web of ropes he was in and kick, WHAM, STUNNER, IT'S MILLER TIME!

Larry crumbles to the mat, the ref sliding in quickly to check on him. He's not responding, so the count begins!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Holy fuck, FINALLY, Larry’s dead!!

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Bam is resting against the turnbuckle, yelling at Tact to stay down

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Larry come how leans to his side and grabs the bottom rope

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pulls himself over

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up to the middle rope

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LARRY TACT SOMEHOW GETS HIS FEET UNDER HIM!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: And my doppleganger is still in the fight!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: God! DAMMIT!!!

Bam comes with his hands over his head to go for a double ax handle and Larry falls to the apron anyway. Bam pulls Larry to his feet and points at the table at ringside. The crowd loses it once again. Bam hits the other side ropes and comes flying at Larry but LARRY HAS THE KNUCKS AND STEPS TO THE BOTTOM ROPE FOR LEVERAGE IN LITERALLY DECKING BAM MILLER WITH A PUNCH TO THE FACE. Bam's legs go out from under him but he regains himself, somehow, and stumbles to the corner, grabbing the buckle. Larry grabs him from the apron and tries to rip him over in a suplex but Bam holds on, tearing the buckle pad off and changing his trajectory just enough to land on his feet on the apron. Both men, tired and beat, standing on the apron with a table on the floor about six feet away.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Which of these men will become the table? Stay tuned within the next few minutes to find out!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Stay tuned? You think there’s commercial breaks you chucklehead?

Larry tries another knucks shot but Bam avoids, leaping through the air and driving his knee into Larry, sending him in a backflip over the rope and into the ring, Bam crashing down beside him! Both men to their knees, grasping the back of each other's head, laying in forearm blasts! Over and over, rapid fire, unyielding blows! They're both almost gassed, Larry hits a big one and sends Bam rolling to the floor, he grabs Larry's foot and drags him out too, locking in a German TO GO THROUGH THE TABLE! Larry fights out! He turns and hits a big front kick, Bam stumbles up the entryway, Larry clubs him in the back to send him further, they eventually end up at the stage! Bam hits a back kick to the gut, stopping Larry in his tracks. Larry to a knee, Bam looks around AND STARTS CLIMBING?!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: What… in the FUCK… is Miller thinking of doing?!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Whatever it takes to keep Tact down, by the looks of it.

Higher, higher, he's probably 15 feet off the ground on the stage decorations and he DIVES OFF! BAM COMES CRASHING DOWN ON LARRY TACT AND THEY BOTH LAND IN A HEAP! The crowd goes crazy, popping big for the huge move! Both men are down though!

The ref slides in and checks, he has no choice but to count BOTH OUT.
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They're stirring..

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Bam is almost to his feet, Larry might not make it but he's trying!

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Bam is up!

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LARRY IS UP TOO?!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: This is incredible, I thought this was going to end with neither man able to beat the count.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: GODDAMMIT, TACT, JUST STAY DOWN, YOU COCKY COCK!!!

Somehow, in some way, both men are on their feet. Miller just bum rushes Larry and they tumble down the rampway throwing punches at one another, battling back down to the ring and even back into it. Larry swings wild, Bam swings with everything he has left, but neither connect, they each retreat to the ropes to hold themselves up and hopefully catch some wind. Everyone in attendance at The Venue is standing and clapping for them, showing true grit and fortitude. Larry and Bam find themselves on their knee’s as Tact lands a hard right hand only to catch a middle finger from the ever defiant Bam Miller! Tact headbuts Bam before stepping back up to his feet. He gives Bam a mafia kick to the face knocking him back down to the mat.

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Larry rolls out to the floor.

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The crowd roars as Larry knocks the top portion of the steel steps loose while in the ring Bam starts to stir.

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Larry takes the top portion of the steel steps and slides them into the ring under the bottom rope.

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Bam pushes himself up off the mat to one knee as Larry slides back into the ring.

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Larry is back to his feet where he picks up the steel steps and we also see Bam Miller standing back to a vertical base where he turns around and walks into a SPINEBUSTER slam onto the top portion of the steel steps!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Well! Looks like Tact FINALLY has a fan!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Who, you?!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: Ha ha ha, noooo, Riggs! Bam’s chiropractor!!

The referee starts laying the count to Bam as Larry is back to his feet.

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Bam rolls off the steps and to one knee.

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He is able to stand back to his feet breaking the referee’s count.

JOHNNY HITMAKER: UNBE-FUCKING-LIEVABLE!!!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: Judging by the look on Tact’s face, I’d say you took the words right out of his mouth!

Tact seems kinda shocked that Bam was able to get back to his feet. Larry shakes his head calling Bam a “son of a bitch” on his breath as he charges forward where only to see Bam comes out of nowhere with a scoop up over his shoulder before delivering a sit-out Tombstone piledriver! The crowd inside the Venue is rocking as Bam slowly starts to roll toward the ropes as the official starts laying the count to Tact.

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Bam rolls out to the floor where he reaches under the ring.

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Larry starts to push himself up off the mat.

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He reaches one knee before standing up to a vertical base where Bam Miller slides back into the ring with a BRICK in his hand!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: I have a feeling Miller’s not fixin’ to build houses right now!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: That’s not the look of a bricklayer, Johnny, that’s the look of a desperate man with evil intentions!

Bam sizes Larry up and as Tact starts to slowly spin around toward Bam it’s Miller who swings for the fences! Tact is able to duck his head just in the nick of time! Larry charges at Bam where he RUNS AT THE TURNBUCKLE, THROWING BAM MILLER IN A POWERBOMB AT THE EXPOSED STEEL BUCKLE! Bam hits hard and bounces out, Larry kicks him in the gut and HITS ANOTHER POWERBOMB, THIS TIME SLAMMING BAM TO THE MAT. Larry holds on, screams to the heavens and hoists Bam up one more time, but he turns and TOSSES BAM MILLER OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR THROUGH THE TABLE AT RINGSIDE! The table explodes as Bam lands almost head first in the shards! The crowd goes bonkers, Larry drops to a knee holding the top rope, the ref slides out and goes to check on Bam! A count!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: If you guessed Bam would become the table, you win! Have a joint on you!

The crowd chants “HOLY SHIT!” as the referee starts to make the count.

1!!

2!!

3!!

4!!

Bam hasn't moved, the crowd and Larry Tact both count along!

5!!

6!!

7!!

8!!

Bam stirs...

9!!

BAM IS -

10!!

Bam's attempt didn't make it in time! He exhaustingly falls back to the floor without even making it to a knee! The referee calls for the bell.

PIP: The winner of this contest… and the LAST MAN STANDING, LARRY TACT!!

JOHNNY HITMAKER: And as usual, Larry Tact wins. Just! GREAT!!

DAMON HAVOK RIGGS: He damn near had to kill my boy Bam Miller, in the process. He earned that win.

Larry’s arm is raised in a hard-fought victory as he looks down at Bam laying on the floor. He makes his exit and starts walking back up the ramp. The crowd pops as CHRIS PAGE emerges out through the curtain where he and Larry have a brief staredown before Tact continues to walk backstage. Chris stands at the top of the ramp as Bam is being tended to by some EMTs.

CHRIS PAGE: Ladies and Gentlemen… The Kottonmouth Kings!

Match Credits:
Chris Page
Corey Black

Commentary: Damon RIggs and Johnny Hitmaker

Graphics: Kat Jones

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