The opening to "Sleepwalking" by Bring Me the Horizon began to play throughout the arena. The lights dimmed down as the vocals kicked in.

The way it did before

It's like I'm sleepwalking

Fell into another hole I got

It's like I'm sleepwalking”

Christopher Kane stepped out from the back with his head down, hoodie on, and hood up. The crowd cheered the second generation wrestler.

ERIN LAMBERT: Introducing from San Dimas, California, weighing in at 214 pounds, Christopher Kane!

Some time passes by as he simply stood there, until—


The darkened arena and his hood hide Tomoyo as she lurked near the entryway. And when Christopher was unsuspecting and vulnerable, she lifted up a black steel chair and smacked him in the back of the head. Christopher hit the ground and groaned in pain. Tomoyo gave him a good working over as she laid the boots to him. One even caught him in the jimmies. Confusion spread throughout the area, as the fans weren’t initially sure what was happening.

But eventually Tomoyo’s mask was seen. This brought displeasure to the fans, and they let it be known. But Tomoyo? She didn’t give a fuck about how pleased the fans may or may not have been. This feud had been personal from the very start; and she intended to finish it.

In an effort to protect himself, Christopher rolled onto his stomach. That was the wrong move. It simply allowed Tomoyo to whack him a few more times in the back with that chair. Each shot landed with a sickening THUD. The chair’s metal began to buckle and bend after the fifth shot to the back…

But Tomoyo still had use for it.

She drilled Christopher in the side with a sharp punt kick; the force flipped him over. Then she started to drive the top of the chair into Christopher’s neck. He gripped onto the side of the chair and tried to stop her. Unfortunately, she was standing at a vertical base and had the high ground. Christopher squirmed and gasped out for the air that he was so desperately being snatched from him. Eventually, Tomoyo grew bored of choking him out and tossed the chair away. She also tossed her mask away. But she also delivered a nasty stomp to Christopher’s throat. Well, he was really struggling to breath then.

In the meantime, Tomoyo accosted the nearby cameraman. His constitution check must have been low, as Tomoyo yelled out and forced him to hand over that thousand dollar camera. Tomoyo turned it around so that the lens was directed at her face; a prone Christopher was also in the frame. She squatted down next to him.

TOMOYO HIRATE: “あなたのガールフレンドに帰ってよろしく。”

(Commentary: The quote says, “say hello to your girlfriend back home.”)

She then spun the camera around and drove the jagged edge into Christopher’s forehead. One of the camera’s pointed edges sliced the through his flesh. A thin line of blood began to run down his face. But that wasn’t enough. Tomoyo continued to ram that camera into the open wound until Christopher’s face resembled a beet. Afterwards, she simply tossed the camera at his head; the camera skidded on the ground.

From there, Tomoyo took ahold of Christopher’s body and literally dragged him on the ground until they reached the edge of the ring. She hoisted him up and rolled him in underneath the bottom rope. Because all of Tomoyo’s shenanigans had happened before the competitors even reached the ropes, referee Matvey Morozov had no other choice than to call for the bell and officially begin the match.


It took a bit of effort on her part, but she was finally able to bring him up to a vertical base. She said something to him in Japanese before a thunderous slap turn him inside out. Then she grabbed ahold of his waist. With determination in her eyes, Tomoyo lifted him up and dropped him with her Epsilon Tract (Deadlift German Suplex). She bridged into a beautiful pin:



Somehow, some way, Christopher Kane was able to kick out!

This brought a good portion of the fans out of their seats. Tomoyo? Well, she stood there a moment. Maybe it was surprise. Maybe it was shock. Nevertheless, she watched on as Christopher slithered away and attempted to make it back to his feet.

She snapped out of whatever trance she’d been in and grabbed Mr. Kane. There was a mild glassly look in his eyes as Christopher was lifted to his feet. Once more, Tomoyo hit him with a thunderous slap. She was probably looking for that suplex again—

But Christopher leapt into the air and blasted her with a pele kick!

The kick sent Tomoyo stumbled back a few feet. And that was all the room that Christopher needed. He got back to his feet and charged at Tomoyo. Forearm after forearm collided with her head. The last elbow rocked her; she hit the mat and rolled onto the ring apron. Christopher wiped the blood out of his eyes and finally removed his ring jacket before he gave chase.

It wasn’t long before Tomoyo made it back to a vertical base. She laid in some European uppercuts. Christopher responded with more forearms. He went for a wild one, which Tomoyo ducked underneath it. She gave him a hard shove. His head should have collided with the ring post; however, he got his boot up and slowed his momentum. Thinking on his feet, he leapt off that planted foot and traveled backwards. He caught Tomoyo by the neck and powered her down with a cutter. Tomoyo’s body smacked against the ring apron. And for a moment she laid still…until she slid off and landed on the floor. Christopher? He took a moment to rest as he used the ropes to sit up. He breathed in deeply as he re-entered the ring. Matvey began to count:



At this point, Tomoyo began to stir and regained her senses.



Nonetheless, the count was broken up as Christopher soared over the top rope with a plancha. He was quick to make it to his feet; and that’s when his body reminded him of his condition. His ribs ache and his head pounded. He clutched onto both as Matvey restarted the count:



Christopher fought through his pain as he grabbed ahold of Tomoyo and threw her back into the ring. That cut of his was still pouring. He wiped his forehead before he darted in and connected with a shooting star press. He hooked Tomoyo’s leg and went for the pinfall:



It was Tomoyo’s turn to show her resilience and will power. She kicked out and rolled onto her stomach to avoid being pinned second time. Christopher got back to his feet and grabbed Tomoyo by the hair. He lifted her up only to drop her again with a half-and-half suplex—

By Tomoyo rolled through and landed on her feet!

She rushed in and grabbed Christopher by the arms. He was driven to the mat with a snap dragon suplex—

He rolled through as well.

Christopher grabbed ahold of her waist and tried to plant her with German suplex. But once again, Tomoyo flipped out of his. And upon landing, spun around and clobbered Christopher with a rolling elbow. He collapsed and dropped to his knees.

Tomoyo made a gun symbol with her right hand and pointed it at back of Christopher’s head. A bit of taunt thievery. And that’s when she shot herself into the ropes. She hit them with blazing speed and rebounded. A savage soccer kick caught Christopher directly on the chin. He slumped to the mat. Tomoyo crawled over and went for the cover:



Christopher got his shoulder up!

Tomoyo made the “cut throat” sign with her right hand as she made it to her feet. She grabbed Christopher by the tights and lifted him up. She gave him an elbow to back of the head before she grabbed him about the waist. She was looking for another Epsilon Tract. But Christopher grabbed ahold of her wrist. He used what strength he had to break her grip. The he lifted her into a fireman’s carry. He tossed her up as high as he could before he drilled her with a pele kick. Tomoyo dropped to the mat as Hit by a Cyclone connected.

Christopher’s ailments were plaguing him. He wiped some more blood from his forehead and grabbed onto his ribs with his left arm.

Tomoyo? She attempted to sit up.

Christopher’s right arm rose up. He made a gun symbol with his right hand. After a weak bang, he used his last bit of energy to shoot himself into the ropes. He rebounded and connected with his Omega Finale (Sliding D) maneuver. He draped his arm over Tomoyo’s chest:

“Sleepwalking” began to play throughout the arena. Adrenaline alone allowed Christopher to stand to his feet. Matvey rose his hand and declared him the winner. Afterwards, Christopher collapsed to the mat. Medical attendants rushed to ring to check on both Christopher and Tomoyo after that hellacious bout.

"CLASS VS. CRASS"

The Golden 1 Center plunges into darkness. It’s now time for the number one contendership match for the Grand Prix Championship between Grace van Beek and Cassius Reed. As “The Ecstasy Of Gold” by Ennio Morricone blares out from the loiudspeakers, a single spotlight pierces through the darkness revealing a man standing on the entrance stage. It’s Frank Huang, Concertmaster of the New York Philharmonic, here tonight to play live the violin part of Grace’s theme.

And here she is, the Diamond Princess herself making her grand entrance, anticipated as always by her personal security lead by the former South African Special Forces Brigade Ryen Riekert. Golden spotlights dance on the stage as the owner of Millennium Wrestling Enterprise waits for the red carpet to be rolled down the ramp. A couple of details stand out about her tonight. She’s wearing a black veil over her usual ring attire and, in her hands, she holds a single white rose. High and mighty, shooting looks of disdain at the fans booing her, she walks down the ramp with the usual slow stride, taking her sweet time to climb the steps and eventually entering the ring, only after the Head of Security sits on the rope to facilitate the operation. And it’s the same Ryen Riekert holding the custom diamond studded gold microphone in front of her lips.

GRACE VAN BEEK: Black veil and a white rose.

She says as the music fades out.

GRACE VAN BEEK: Two symbols often associated with funerals. While the black veil clearly symbolize grieving and mourning, the white rose represents hope, purity, the promise of heaven.

She takes a brief pause.

GRACE VAN BEEK: And that is exactly what I am bringing you. tonight.
My opponent, Cassius Reed may be the face on tonight’s event poster, but he is the past already.
Whoever will come out victorious of tomorrow’s Scramble match is the past already.
Mister Bateman, Ms Fader, make no mistake. Should you become the inaugural Pro Wrestling Neo World Champion, you will, still, be the past already.

With slow, solemn movements she removes the veil covering her face and brings up the white rose to her lips, closing her eyes and breathing in., inhaling its delicate scent.

GRACE VAN BEEK: Feel blessed, for the better future you have been wishing for is already here. And you are about to witness it, in all his grandeur.

I do her hard like fucking warp speed,

Your Dad’s mad, it’s not my fucking fault,

That your Mom wants to fucking fuck me!

As the intro to “You Suck” by Pour Habit blasts throughout the arena, out from the back bursts Cassius Reed! Slowly rotating in his gold lined black ring robe Cassius soaks in the atmosphere for just a moment. Spinning to face the ring, he shadow boxes at the top of the ramp a short time more, before posing, spreading his arms wide, and sprinting down to the ring at full pace!

ERIN LAMBERT: Fighting out of Funkytown, USA, and tipping the scales tonight at 205lbs… he is “Mister Punch-Yo-Face”, Plan C, the Snake Eater, The Puppet Master, The Devil-Slayer, The Funky Dragon, The True Iron King, The King of Air, the Vanilla Thrilla, Mister Punch-yo-Face… CASSIUS! REED!

Sliding in under the bottom rope, he quickly rolls onto his back before kipping up! Giving a quick smirk and raised eyebrow to the referee, he turns and leaps to the top of the nearest turnbuckle, before whipping off his ring robe with a flourish. He poses just a moment at the top of the turnbuckle, smug grin on his face, robe hanging from his hand, before dropping back to the mat, consigning his entrance gear to the outside whilst he finishes warming up for the match with more shadow boxing.

This match was always going to be...something, given the personalities of the two in it, and it became that from the first moments. The two approached each other in the middle of the ring and Cassius held up his hands to Grace, showing that on each of his fingers was a glittering gem. Each a different color, forming an impressive rainbow on Cassius’ fingers. This was to show, according to him, that he was the real Crown Jewel of NEO, sucka. Grace rolled her eyes, a bit annoyed by this extravagant display, but that annoyance changed to something else as Cassius pulled the rings from his fingers and handed them to official Matvey Morozov, who turned his back to hand them off, and Cassius immediately threw his hand out, jamming two fingers into Grace’s eyes!

ELIZABETH LESAGE: It begins.

CERES BENTON: Cassius wasting absolutely no time in getting the first advantage he can.

JIN FUMEI: A smart move! Use everything you can against your opponent!

Grace stumbles back with a hand clutching at her face while Riekert shouts angrily at Morozov for missing it, the official turning back just in time to see Cassius nail the blinded Grace with a European Uppercut before grabbing her and smacking her to the ground with a snap suplex, hooking the leg to try and get it early! Morozov slides in and starts the count, but Grace kicks out at 1, but Cassius is unbothered. He merely rolls away and gets to his feet. Bouncing from foot to foot with a grin upon his face, Cassius even taunts Riekert, urging him to come on and give it a try. Meanwhile Grace, her eyes are burning with the Need.

The Need for Revenge.

ELIZABETH LESAGE: IT BEGINS.

JIN FUMEI: She has a point, the look on van Beek’s face right now is one Reed should pay attention to.

CERES BENTON: If he ever finishes taunting Miss van Beek’s security.

As Cassius jaw jacks with Riekert, Grace gets to her feet and makes her first move, charging forward and hitting a dropkick to the back of Cassius’ right knee, the Reed surprised as he suddenly falls to one knee. Grace spins her body around on the mat and throws her leg up, connecting her boot right onto the point of Cassius’ nose, dropping him onto his back. She got to her feet quickly and grabbed the right leg, turning Cassius over before lifting his leg, smashing his knee right down onto the mat!

JIN FUMEI: A boxer like Cassius lives and dies on his feet, and Miss van Beek knows that.

CERES BENTON: Taking the leg out is a solid plan not just to take Cassius’ bread and butter away, but to set him up for worse down the line.

ELIZABETH LESAGE: That kind of deadly intuition makes the heart beat!

JIN FUMEI: ...uh-huh.

Luckily Cassius was fully aware, and manages to throw his other leg out as Grace lifted his leg again, nailing her right in the gut. She doubles over, releasing the leg, allowing Cassius to do his own spin on the mat, throwing his hand straight up with a loud yell and hitting Grace right on the nose with a palm thrust up! Grace stumbles back into the ropes, bouncing off of them and into Cassius’ waiting arms, who drops her with a quick belly to belly before mounting her, throwing a punch down...and another...and another! Cassius’ deadly fists came down, and Grace is in a bad place. Morozov starts to move around to try and get a better view, and while he was doing so Grace’s hand goes up and rakes at Cassius’ eye! With an unfunky shout Cassius falls back and Grace gets to her feet, immediately going for that right leg of Cassius’, grabbing it and after a struggle managing to get it around the back of her head, putting Cassius into a stretch muffler! Cassius holds himself up on his hands well, immediately trying to force Grace along as he goes for the ropes so close by. Given his weight advantage he was able to pull Grace along despite her best efforts, but as he went for the ropes Ryan Riekert reached out and grabbed the bottom rope, pulling it back away from Cassius’ fingers! Cassius responded with a very loud threat about how long Riekert’s “sucka life” was gonna be, drawing Morozov’s attention over! He admonished Riekert, threatening to throw him out if he tried anything like that again, Riekert stepped back and Cassius was able to grab the rope and force the break!

CERES BENTON: Both Miss van Beek and Cassius are more than happy to take any advantage they can tonight, even moreso than usual.

JIN FUMEI: Because now there’s gold. Gold does things to people.

ELIZABETH LESAGE: By which he means makes them wild out!

JIN FUMEI: ...it did not require further explaining.

ELIZABETH LESAGE: Too late!

Cassius gets to his feet (clearly shaking the right leg for a moment) as does Grace, but Grace is immediately caught with a Pimp Slap (backhand slap) from Cassius! This spins Grace, and Cassius hefts her up in a reverse fireman’s carry before throwing her down, smashing her back down into his left knee! Grace flops onto the mat and Cassius steps over her, throwing his arms out and demanding the crowd check out this before he lept backwards and hit Grace with the Funky Knee, Funky Do (standing moonsault knee drop)! However despite how much that seems to hurt Grace, taking the breath right from her, it clearly hurts Cassius too as he rolls backwards onto his behind, checking at his right knee for a few moments. Getting to his feet with a grimace of pain on his face when he put weight on the right leg, Cassius made his way over to Grace and covers her.


CERES BENTON: Big risk for Cassius to hit that when his leg’s been targeted this whole match, and it didn’t immediately pay off.

JIN FUMEI: His entire weight on her ribs could be a factor later in his favor, but it could prove an advantage for Grace sooner.

ELIZABETH LESAGE: At least his knee didn’t pop out of place or anything. You ever see that? Gross. I’ll find you guys some Youtube videos later so you both can understa-OH!

Cassius starts to get to his feet and grabs Grace by the leg, but Grace surprises him as she kicks him in the head, dropping her legs down to wrap around Cassius’ right and rolling herself forward, taking Cassius’ leg out from under him and dropping him, with Grace rolling forward and locking in The Gentle Art (calf crusher)! Cassius was in the center of the ring and clearly in agony, Plan C’s face a mask of pain as he tried to work out a way out of his predicament before his resilience ran out. It was clear to see the plan roll through his head. He couldn’t reach the ropes, so he needed to make her let go. He intended to do that by throwing his fist over his opposite shoulder, hitting Grace on the back of the head. But that kind of angling meant he couldn’t put enough power into it. So that wasn't it. But Cassius knew the next best thing. And so he reaches his hand out again to the back of Grace’s head, grabbing a handful of hair and just YANKING! Grace let out a yell of pain, multiple strands of hair coming away with Cassius’ hand, and that unexpected pain loosens Grace’s grip enough for Cassius to free himself, rearing his left leg back and throwing it full force into the back of Grace’s head, knocking her over!

ELIZABETH LESAGE: Big Yikes.

CERES BENTON: Cassius Reed will find any way to get out of a bad situation, even if that requires some...follicle restructuring.

JIN FUMEI: This is why having any kind of hair length is a disadvantage in a fight. One yank is all it takes to change the whole thing.

Grace is clearly pissed off about that, getting to her feet and going to Cassius as he got to his knees but was met with a jab to her gut! She doubles over and Cassius hits an uppercut, using that momentum to get himself to his feet (however shaky his right may be, and it certainly is), and as Grace started to stumble back he grabs her hand. Grace has that look of “awwww here it goes” on her face as Cassius yanks her back over and nails her with a palm thrust to the face! She drops, but has enough sense to know on the ground is a bad place too and gets to her feet, glaring at him as she prepares. Cassius glares back...but that suddenly turns into a grin as he suddenly lashes out with a quick slap to Grace’s face! Grace seems more shocked than anything, her defense dropping with the shock of it, allowing Cassius to fire off. Right jab, right jab, left hook! Grace stumbles, her eyes wide and losing focus, and Cassius’ grin grows as he does the best spin he can on what could charitably call one and a half leg, hitting her with a backhand slap that floors her! Cassius punches straight up into the air, just showing off, while the C-Section of the crowd goes wild at the showcase by the Funky Dragon.

ELIZABETH LESAGE: Grace has many talents but she hasn’t studied enough Daigo to deal with that!

JIN FUMEI: The worst thing that could happen was Cassius Reed getting his fists flying out, and now Miss van Beek is feeling the effects.

CERES BENTON: The tides are shifting, she’ll need to figure something out quickly if she wants to overcome this situation. And it seems Mr. Riekert is agreeing...

Riekert lays on the apron, partially putting his body inside the ring to possibly wake Grace up while Cassius takes a moment to bask in the adulation of his people. Riekert slides back out and starts to move around the ring, drawing Morozov’s attention as he’s moving towards Cassius’ side, blatantly pulling a pair of brass knuckles from his pocket. Morozov immediately calls him out, demanding he not try anything, much to Cassius’ amusement. He shakes his head and turns to Grace, moving over to pick her up.

Which was when Grace pressed a taser into Cassius’ gut and activated it.

Cassius fell to the mat, spasming, Grace throwing the taser out of the ring before throwing her body onto Cassius’. Morozov hears the sound of meat hitting the mat and turns, seeing a cover and sliding in none the wiser, starting the count.



And with that, Grace van Beek was the #1 Contender to the Grand Prix Championship.

'Hopelessly Hopeful' sounds around the arena as the violin solo seems to match in tune with the lights as they flash and dim constantly. The song reaches the 17 second mark and Will Neilson struts out from the back, arms by his side and a face of determination. He crouches down, viewing his surroundings before slowly rising up, leaping in the air and landing with his feet firmly on the ground.



ERIN LAMBERT: Making his way to the ring hailing from the West Midlands, England... weighing in at 217 lbs, he is the Great British Meme, WILL.. NEILSON!

Will begins a walk down the ramp to the ring, adjusting his hair as he goes and his eyes firmly in front of him as he looks towards the ring. Neilson reaches the edge of the apron and raises his right arm upward, hand open as he drags it across the audience, taking it all in as the United Kingdom native walks towards the steel steps, crouching down once again and tapping the top of the steps a few times before ascending them. He uses the ropes to climb up to the top turnbuckle, nodding along to his theme song as he holds his head down before raising it up and flicking his hair backwards.

Leaping from the top rope, Neilson lands in the ring and pops the collar of his entrance jacket before looking towards the nearest corner and scaling the turnbuckle. Slowly, he unzips the jacket and holds it out so everyone can get a nice look at his chest. He finally just decides to take the jacket off and throws it over his right shoulder, jumping and landing back in the ring, pacing around before heading to the far corner of the ring and waiting for whatever is to come next.

As Will stayed in the ring, “Peter Robinson” by Lionhearted ft. Urban Cone struck the arena. Fallon Lockhart came from behind the curtain, looking determined and ready for the coming competition. She looked towards the audience, pointing to several of the fans. It didn’t take long for her to start her way down the ramp, her hands outstretched for the fans who wanted a high five.

ERIN LAMBERT: “Introducing second...from Los Angeles, California...weighing in at 115 pounds..FALLON LOCKHART!”

She slid under the bottom rope, standing rather quickly. From there, she slowly looked upward to the championship hanging high above her. When she dropped her head, she moved towards her respective corner. Her expression went from accepting to a serious gaze. The crowd was behind her, a few bringing signs for her.

Left for ten seconds to their own mechanisms, the crowd can only communicate among themselves. Nothing happened within those ten seconds, causing fans to look among each other for answers. Without warning, all the lights in the arena die out, leaving only darkness over the audience. Lights from camera flashes illuminate the setting before a spotlight fades in. It focuses on the entrance way. The light sound of rain begins, accompanying fog seeping from underneath the stage. In a somber whisper, a voice calls out.

“The blackest night falls from the sky. The darkness grows as all light dies. She craves your hearts and your demise. By her black hand, the dead shall rise.”

Suddenly, obtuse instrumentals blast the audience. The source, “Machine Gun” by Portishead, infuses with the dreary atmosphere generating on the stage. Fog tinted by rich purple lighting starts to overwhelm the stage, but in the midst of it...a silhouette appears. Stepping out of the all-consuming fog, Sophie El hides her face behind a black veil and her body until a lacy black cloak. On her head, a crown of lilacs, a symbol of passing, offsets the funeral colors that she chooses to bear. She starts down the ramp, not giving a single look to any of the jeering audience.

ERIN LAMBERT: Introducing second...coming from Paradise itself...weighing in at 157 pounds...she is the Undying...she is SOPHIE EEEEEEELLLLLL!

Sophie stands at the end of the ramp, standing with her hands interlaced. She continues to the stairs, to which she robotically climbs. Once on the ring apron, she slumps on the ropes, before quickly getting into the ring. The awkward pacing of her entrance shows some sort of discourse in the mind of Sophie El. When she gets to the center of the ring, she removes the veil and the crown. As she places it away, she leans onto her corner lazily, lolling her head side to side. As the lights come back from the baptism of deep purple, Sophie’s gaze is shown. Her eyes are glossed over as if none of the world around her matters.

“Cerca de mi Neighborhood” by Tego Calderón blasts the sound system as behind the curtain Héctor Ruiz waits. The crowd is starting to get behind the beat of the song, just as a small spotlight hits the center of the curtain, that’s the cue Ruiz was waiting for, as he promptly gets out of the curtain and into the stage. He extends his arms, letting the crowd have a good visual of his t-shirt. He stands there with a slight smirk on his face, as he hits his chest on the spot his chest tattoo is located, with his right hand twice and screams “VAMOS!” before the announcer introduces him.

ERIN LAMBERT: Introducing last, from Bayamón, Puerto Rico by way of Brooklyn… they call him the “Southside Bambino”… HEECTOR… RUUIIZ!

Once the introduction is done, Ruiz continues his way down the ramp. Here and there he high fives a lucky fan or two, as he walks towards the ring. Once near the apron he looks to every side, feeding off the crowd, as he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He then sprints towards the farthest turnbuckle and jumps to the middle rope, while he keeps screaming at the crowd, mostly at himself, before hitting his chest once more and jumping back to the middle of the ring as he waits for the match to start.



All four of the participants looked up at the Impulse Championship hanging above them. The crowd was anticipating the first move. The unique structure of the match brought out a different flavor in each of the competitors’ minds. They would have to go forward without the common knowledge and ascend high above the ring, at least fifteen high. When heads descended, Sophie El gave everyone a curtsy before the match kicked into gear.

Ruiz and Will Neilson both ascended their respective turnbuckles, trying to hurry up. Sophie grabbed onto Will and dragged him down to the ground. Fallon attacked Ruiz, hitting him in the back, but waited for him to properly react. Ruiz came down to confront her and the two locked up properly. Ruiz, with the size advantage, was able to push Fallon away from the corner. Once she had enough room, Fallon leapt up and caught Ruiz in the chest with a close but powerful dropkick.

Neilson struggled to get out of Sophie’s grip but the powerful, young lady collected him into her arms. With a simple move, she dropped him on the ground with a German Suplex. Will held his neck, rolling around. Fallon and Sophie turned to one another, knowing they both were interrupting the others’ ascension into the championship glory. Sophie and Fallon lock up but Sophie won the initial struggle via a simple shove into the corner. She followed up by burying her shoulder into Fallon’s stomach, contorting her around it until she sent the young woman careening across the mat into the ground.

Ruiz had recovered from the early dropkick and brought Sophie down with a double axe handle to the back. Sophie stumbled into the ropes and Ruiz followed up with a double knee strike, sending the strongwoman to the outside. Seeing that Will was still getting to his feet, Ruiz captialized by bringing him back down with a shining wizard. He checked on Fallon and ascended the turnbuckle, making his move up onto the column.

CERES BENTON: “The first person to get up there, if he’s quick enough, Ruiz may end this match early.”

JIN FUMEI: “He had better be like the Flash!”

ELIZABETH LESAGE: “I can’t wait for the next season.”

Ruiz hung onto the ropes, guiding himself towards the championship, only for Will Neilson to grab him by the leg. Ruiz tried to kick him away but the first two didn’t exactly land flush. The third one was captured and Ruiz hung on for dear life. Sadly, Will had other plans and brought back down to reality...and the mat. Ruiz writhed in pain on the mat, getting closer to the ropes. Sophie El reached in and dragged him to the outside, carrying him over to the barricade, where she whipped him hard into it headfirst.

CERES BENTON: “That was a distressing noise.”

Fallon and Will patrolled around one another, not looking for a lockup. Fallon got the headstart at him, but slid under his legs. Will darted around, trying to keep pace, but Fallon was able to weave around him easily. Fallon brought Will down into an inside cradle, but before Fumei could criticize her, she let go of it, dragging a kick down on the top of Will’s head. She hit a kip-up and chased him into the turnbuckle where he was trying to retreat. She hit him with a flying back elbow before dragging him down to the mat with a snapmare. A dropkick to the back of the head ended the sequence and Fallon saw Sophie starting to re-enter the ring.

Fallon hit a baseball slide to her, sending the Undying back into the barricade. When Sophie came to retaliate, Fallon flew over the top rope with a flying clothesline. Sophie once again collided with the barricade; Fallon began to get up, knowing that time was of the essence. As she did, Ruiz came forward and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck. He sent her over the barricade into the crowd before running into the ring. When Sophie started to muster up the strength to get up, Ruiz scooped her up on his shoulders and brought her down on the barricade with a Samoan Drop to the roar of the audience. From there, he hit the ring again.

JIN FUMEI: “Tactics and experience right there! Keep two down outside and keep the one inside out of the way!”

ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Too bad that Sophie’s full of crazy and Fallon’s full of energy. He doesn’t have that much time.”

Ruiz came up to Will Neilson, striking him with a knife edge chop. Neilson held his chest, hissing before returning the chop. Ruiz fired back with two alternating ones before whipping Neilson into the ropes. Ruiz rushed at him on the return, ducked underneath Neilson’s attempt to reverse, and came back with a flying forearm smash. Neilson dug deep and caught him out of the midair. He held Ruiz in the air for a second before dropping him down with a half nelson backbreaker. Ruiz got up quickly but it was to Neilson’s liking who caught him with a Muay Thai knee to prop Ruiz up. Neilson measured and brought Ruiz down with a roundhouse kick. Ruiz tried to get up, which allowed an Overhead Roundhouse Kick to put him down. Neilson went up to the turnbuckle, looking to start his ascension to the ropes high above.

Once there, he went moving his way across. Fallon Lockhart had made her way out from the other side. She began to climb the top turnbuckle and scale across herself. She was more agile than Neilson, so she made her way across faster. Before she could start to untangle the belt, Neilson reached her and threw his legs up to hit her. Fallon hung on despite the impact. Sophie El had returned to the ring, climbing on another part of the rope. She didn’t struggle as much as Neilson did, thanks to her handling of her own body weight. As she made her way across, she began to swing her legs back forth, gaining momentum. Before the other two could process entirely what Sophie was doing, she leaped off, bringing both Fallon and Will down to the ground with a low-aimed spear.

CERES BENTON: “She still managed to get the spear off from that height!”

ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Incredible!”

JIN FUMEI: “But at what cost? Ruiz is up and at ‘em!”

Ruiz, seeing the three competitors down, shrugged and began to climb his way to the ropes. Fallon began to stir and caught Ruiz’s attempt. She sprung to life, rushing over to stop him. She climbed to the top rope, battering him with fists. Ruiz elbowed her, but she didn’t fall off. Instead, she mustered up enough courage and might to hang. She punched him in the gut hard enough for her to adjust on the top. A moment of contemplation and adjustment led to her tucking his head under her arm. She ran up the column and hit a Tornado DDT!

JIN FUMEI: “OH MY GOODNESS!”

CERES BENTON: “What a show of athleticism! She must have took that Parkour Championship to heart!”

Fallon used the momentum to get to her feet. Her time was waiting as she leaped onto the top turnbuckle. She had to take a moment to try to climb, catching her breath. As she made her way up and across, she didn’t notice Will Neilson creeping up behind her. She saw only Sophie El getting up. She saw Sophie spinning on a dime before Will yanked her down right into Spilt the Sky (Discus Big Boot)! Fallon struck the ground hard, the raw impact and the speed flattening her!

Will, however, wasn’t too worried about Fallon’s well-being as he saw his chance. He collected Sophie into his grip and planted her with the Lag Spike (Bloody Sunday)! Sophie fell out of the ring on impact and Will looked high above. Shaking out the cobwebs, he ran up the turnbuckle and onto the column. He hung on the ropes for a moment before opting to swing his body back and forth. Ruiz was getting to his feet and he tried to reach out for Will but it was too late.

Will swung his legs up high and wrapped them around the ropes. He began to scoot himself closer to the championship. Ruiz began to climb the opposite end, hurrying up, despite the pain. As he made it halfway through, Will had his hands on the belt. Ruiz, desperate, began to throw himself forward, catching the rope each time. Will’s eyes widened in panic as Ruiz grabbed onto the belt. The two of them began to fight for position.

ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Someone’s going to end up with a broken neck. Rad.”

JIN FUMEI: “Not exactly, Elizabeth, but this is down to the wire!”

Fallon began to stir, holding her head as she saw what was above her. Through sheer effort, she began to send herself up. Ruiz and Will jostled on the ropes until...well…

They fell.

Fallon looked on in worry as Will and Ruiz came down. Yet then it turned to amazement as Will managed to transfer his descent into a move.

GREAT BRITISH ELBOW!

Will bounced off of Ruiz after delivering the elbow, wallowing on the mat. As Referee Ollie Summers came forward, she called for the bell.

Laying in a heap of pain but with a smile on his face, Will Neilson rose up one thing to the crowd’s elation.

The Impulse Championship!



ERIN LAMBERT: “Here is your winner and NEW PRO WRESTLING NEO IMPULSE CHAMPION...WILLLLLLLL NEILLLLLLSON!”

Will got to his feet, clutching the championship to his chest. Memories of JCP played out before the audience, but this time, it was Will Neilson taking home the Impulse Championship. With a loud yell, he rose the belt high into the air.

CERES BENTON: “Will Neilson has made it here tonight. After the trials and tribulations of dealing with the Church of Oleska, he has made it this far and now he’s leaving as a champion!”

JIN FUMEI: “The other three were so close but it came to a spectacular finish.”

ELIZABETH LESAGE: “Yeah, he styled on Ruiz before the bell rung.”

Neilson walked up the ring ramp with a proud smile on his face. Ruiz was getting up, clutching his chest with a scowl on his face. Sophie looked on at Neilson with slight disappointment. Fallon cursed herself lightly but managed to leave the ring with a pride in herself intact.