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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:03:22 GMT -8

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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Jan 17, 2020 23:03:22 GMT -8

PRESHOW MATCH

Emelie Sanclemente vs. Eddie Kile

The preshow kicked off strong with a match between two up and coming talents in the SoCal area. Emelie looked to make an impact, having taken offense to competing on the preshow rather than on the main show proper. It was this that fueled her from the beginning, as Emelie surprised Eddie with a flurry of offense before ending with a spinning wheel kick for an early two count. Whether spurred by determination or frustration, Emelie kept control in the early portions of the match, giving the young journeyman a rough welcome to Limitless as she looked to prove her worth to the top brass. A superkick left Eddie dazed, allowing Em to hit the tilt a whirl DDT for a close two.

Eddie began to fight back, ducking underneath a second spinning wheel kick before catching a rising Emelie with a spinebuster. A standing moonsault followed, Eddie staying on top of things with a rear chinlock. The fans began to rally behind Emelie, looking to give her encouragement even as Eddie kept the pressure. It was as Eddie climbed the turnbuckle that Emelie found her second wind, rushing towards Eddie only for him to jump out of the way, cartwheeling off the top rope while Emelie crashed sternum first into the turnbuckles. Eddie rushes in with double knees to the back, adding to the punishment before dropping her with a German out of the corner.

The final stretch of the match saw Emelie dig deep once more, sliding out of a Gutbust attempt before catching Eddie with a falling neckbreaker. The dueling chants started as ref Jim Palumbo started his count, reaching six before Eddie made it to his feet first. Emelie was still feeling the effects, only getting to a knee before Eddie rushed in for the PK. Emelie ducked underneath, catching Eddie with a schoolboy feint into a kick right to the head, leaving Eddie dazed on the mat. Emelie went for her patented springboard roundhouse, only for Eddie to counter with another spinebuster before signaling for the end. Lifting Em to her feet, Eddie went for his Final Countdown (swinging fisherman buster), only for Emelie to fire off several ah out a to the midsection, breaking the hold. Running to the ropes, Emelie connected with the roundhouse kick on the second attempt, putting Eddie in prime position for the Split-Legged Corkscrew Moonsault for the emphatic victory.

Winner: Emelie Sanclemente

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:05:32 GMT -8

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Limitless Pro Wrestling presents...

HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR, SURELY THIS ONE WILL BE BETTER THAN THE LAST; THE INEXORABLE MARCH OF PROGRESS WILL LEAD US ALL TO HAPPINESS

American Legion Post 43

Hollywood, California

January 11^th, 2020

'Some shit neverrr changes.'

Rather than the oh so hypeful sounds of 'Your Favorite Drug' by Porcelain and The Tramps, the sound of none other than 'YOUR Favorite Drug' Xavier Laroux's voice. Those black velvet curtains being thrown open would give way to the aforementioned definition of arrogance. Stopping at the top of the entrance ramp, microphone in hand, Laroux was dressed and ready to compete, decked out in those tattered, faded denim jeans and that skin tight white tank top. That oh so arrogant smirk was plastered to his features as he began to walk down the ramp, speaking as he went.

Xavier Laroux: 'Y'know what I love abso-fuckin-lutely love most, above all else, about this business?'

A bit of a coy look took a hold on that expression of his, seemingly waiting for an answer. While members of the audience on either side of Laroux had multiple answers for him, none of them were the one he was waiting for.

Xavier Laroux: 'It's not the fact that most the chicks round here will happily give it up to anyone with a name in hopes that they gain at least somethin from it. It's not the fact that everyone you look at in the back are thinkin up ways they can take you out just to get your spot. Now..while I absolutely adore those things..they ain't my favorite.'

Finally reaching the end of his descent and the front of that ring, Laroux rolled in under the bottom set of ropes only to pop back up to his feet. Backing up to the middle of the ring, he faced the entryway, that smirk of his only growing larger.

Xavier Laroux: 'My favorite bout this business is that it's like a low self esteem havin abuse victim.'

He couldn't get much further after those words left his mouth. The negative reaction filled the air, raining down upon Laroux as he simply extended his arms outwards, basking in it. Letting his arms drop to his sides, he shrugged his shoulders before speaking up again.

Xavier Laroux: 'I mean seriously. How many bridges do I gotta burn? How many companies do I gotta bail on, leavin'em high and dry? You'd think that would come back to bite me in the ass..but it doesn't. That's one of the best parts bout bein me. I. Don't. Face. Consequences.'

As those boos only grew louder, this seemingly fueled Laroux as he fell into a more nonchalant poise. Backing into the lower right turnbuckles, he brought his arms up to rest on the ropes.

Xavier Laroux: 'Doesn't matter a goddamn bit what I do. No matter how many times I leave without a word to anyone and come back. I always pick up right where I left off. Like nothin ever happened. And y'know why it's like that?'

He tilted his head to the side for just a moment before shaking it, not giving anyone a chance to answer his question.

Xavier Laroux: 'It's cause nobody can do what I do..the way I do it. I take things to a whole different level. And I do it with a smile. For example..while ago, there was this..tag team I didn't like. They rubbed me the wrong way. So..I got the urge to split them up. He was a complete fuckin tool but she was definitely fuckable. And believe me..I tried. Of course I fuckin tried. I mean..I got close. But when the direct approach didn't quite have the reaction I wanted..I took a different route.'

After a momentary pause, a sadistic tone shone in that smirk of his.

Xavier Laroux: 'I fucked olegirl's cousin. In her and her oleman's house. Now..I don't wanna toot my own horn butttt that tag team is no longer an issue.'

Pushing out of that corner, Laroux looked absolutely overjoyed with himself, even going as far as to pat himself on the back for his recollection.

Xavier Laroux: 'That..is what makes me better than goddamn near everyone in this company. That is why Duke approached me bout steppin on over here. He needed somebody who can get the job done. Someone who can do the less than..virtuous things that sometime need to be done. Someone who can go that extra mile to prove a point. And that's just what I'm gonna do. It starts tonight and it starts with that fat fuck Shaun Kasiano.'

As soon as those two words left his lips, his smirk was washed away by a look of utter disgust.

Xavier Laroux: 'Kasiano..he's prolly sittin back there, gotta get someone to help him cause his fat ass can't bend all the way over to lace his own boots. He's thinkin..oh boy, I can use my clear size advantage to end this quick and I can go back home and smash on this box of Twinkies.'

'But nah, it's not gonna be like that. Assumin I'm not gonna be a total dick and run laps on you around the ring till your grease clogged heart just finally fuckin gives it up..my moveset..the way I fight..is tailored for opponents of any size. I want you to keep your fat ass back there and let your thyroid continue to spiral outta control and maybe you'll gain a few more fat cells while I'm talkin to ya.'

That look of disgust would soon be overtaken by that smirk as he continued to talk.

Xavier Laroux: 'I am perfectly prepared to face anyone at any time. No matter how big they are, how agile they are, how technically sound they are. I'm ready. I'm gonna cut you down. I'm literally gonna work circles around your fat ass. And there's nothin you can do bout it.'

Each word spoke by Laroux, he sounded so sure of himself. Confidence radiated from him as he made his way back to the middle of the ring. From there, he walked into the ropes, the bulk of his weight resting against them with his gaze fixated towards the back.

Xavier Laroux: 'I'm gonna show Duke why he made the right choice by bringin me in. Open up them veins folks. Let's relapse.'

Shoving off of those ropes, Laroux tossed the microphone off to the side before backing up a few steps. He grabbed the bottom of it only to peel it off of his torso, pitching it off to the side as he awaited the arrival of Shaun.

Last Edit: Jan 17, 2020 23:10:48 GMT -8 by Limitless Wrestling

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:13:27 GMT -8

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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Jan 17, 2020 23:13:27 GMT -8

The Invitational
Shaun Kasiano vs. Xavier Laroux

The two men stared at one another as the bell rang, neither man moving for a few moments as the crowd waited with baited breath. Kasiano was the first to make a move, stepping into the center of the ring and asking for Xavier’s best shot. Looking towards the crowd with an amused expression on his face, Xavier had little time to react as Kasiano suddenly BURST forward, sandwiching him in the corner with a vicious body splash. Kasiano wasn’t done, using those heavy hands to batter away at Limitless’s Favorite Drug, prompting official Dave Fisher to begin the five count. Kasiano turns his head momentarily to yell at the ref, giving Xavier the opportunity to send Kasiano into the turnbuckles. Xavier throws several well placed strikes to the midsection before going for the eyes, gouging them as Fisher begins his count. Breaking at four, Xavier gives a mocking apology before bouncing off the ropes, Kasiano blocking any attempt at offense with a strong clothesline that drops Xavier. Kasiano looks to follow up with a sliding forearm attempt, but Xavier rolls out of the way, escaping to the outside.

Kasiano looks to follow him, but Dave Fisher tries one vain to keep him in the ring so he can administer the ten count. He only gets to two before Kasiano brushes forward, connecting with a spectacular suicida forearm that leaves both men lying. Students begin to clear a path, moving fans out of the way as Kasiano makes it to his feet. Xavier is a half step behind him, trying to shake off the effects of that dive as he leans against the ring post for support. Kasiano looks to repeat his earlier attack, rushing forward only for Xavier to jump out of the way at the last moment, sending Kasiano crashing hard into the ring post. The Kaiju doesn’t fall to the ground, instead slumping against the post as Xavier slides in to break the count. Rolling back out, Xavier demands a clear path before rushing forward, sandwiching Kasiano’s head against the post with Narcoterrorism! The bicycle knee strike left a dull thud that could be head in the cheap seats, Kasiano falling to the mat as Xavier reveled in his actions. Making sure his knee was fine, Xavier rolled into the ring once more before pointing to his fallen opponent, demanding that he be counted out “right fucking now.”

The official was hesitant at first, wanting to give Kasiano a moment to recover from the attack. A look from Xavier was all that was needed to start the count, the fans trying to urge Kasiano back into the match. The count reached five as Kasiano began to stir, trying to get his wits about him as the crowd clapped in support. Getting to a knee slowly, Kasiano still looked dazed at the count reached six, then seven. Realizing the predicament he was in, Kasiano willed himself to his feet, just managing to make it at the count of nine as the crowd cheered. Those cheers turned to boos as Xavier pounced, trapping the arm and leg before throwing several knee strikes at the exposed midsection, ending with a high double knee direct to the ribs. Making the first official cover of the match, Xavier only got a two count, Kasiano not ready to concede defeat to the newcomer.

Xavier began stomping at his opponent before grabbing a handful of hair, lifting him up into a kneeling position before sending a disrespectful slap that echoed through the building. Proud of his work, Xavier rushed off the ropes, looking for The Addiction… but Kasiano countered, practically exploding up with a shoulder tackle! Murder in his eyes, Kasiano caught the rising Xavier in a bearhug before flipping over, driving him into the mat with a belly to belly that shook the ring! Kasiano kept his hands locked, lifting Xavier once more before tossing him overhead with an exploder suplex! Kasiano let out a roar as the fans cheered, ready to see the Kaiju destroy!

Xavier found his way to the turnbuckles, using them for support as he made his way back to a vertical base. Across the rain, Kasiano begin to measure Xavier before rushing forward, connecting with a big splash before sending him to the mat. Xavier only had a moment to realize his surroundings before Kasiano came barreling forward, connecting with his sliding forearm for a close two. Rising up, Kasiano took a moment to weigh his options before pointing to the turnbuckles, the crowd roaring in approval. Making his way to the top, Kasiano took a moment to steady himself before leaping off, ready for the Atomic Bomb… but came up empty! Xavier had the wherewithal to avoid the big splash, causing Kasiano to brutally eat the mat. Trying to get to his feet, Kasiano made it to a knee before Xavier blasted him with The Addiction! Leaving nothing to chance, Xavier lifted Kasiano into a seated position before connecting with The Addiction once again, making the cover

1…
2..
3..!

Winner: Xavier Laroux

Arya Stone made the official call as students entered the ring, providing both men with ice packs. Xavier shrugged them all off, giving a middle finger to the defeated Kasiano before celebrating his first victory in Limitless.

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:24:08 GMT -8

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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Jan 17, 2020 23:24:08 GMT -8

McFadden and his manager step from the rental car. He walks to the trunk and opens it then removes his gym bag. Brant retrieves his suitcase and the two men walk through the parking garage.

Brant Ryder: Tonight is the first night you two have worked the same show, right?

West smiles bashfully and nods.

West McFadden: Kinda special I think. She’ll probably do a heck of a lot better out there.

Ryder laughs and slaps his client’s back.

Brant Ryder: You’re not a complete wash up yet, my guy. Fight spirits been your selling point for the last decade. They always think the mild mannered, quiet ones are filler. You and I know better. You’ve always delivered a solid fight. Nothing chances with Limitless.

West McFadden: First impressions are a pain.

Brant Ryder: That may be, but they’re painfully necessary.

West McFadden: I’m always anxious as hell.

Brant Ryder: You have your best fights when you’re on pins and needles.

McFadden shakes his head with uncertainty on that comment.

West McFadden: There’s no pattern. You’re only as--.

Brant Ryder: --good as your last fight. Yeah--you’ve been spouting that mantra for a decade. Bring home that win and you can tell me some more of your tired quips. How do you think Holliday is going to be?

West McFadden: I can only hope he’s a challenge. It wouldn’t be worth a damn if he was easy to put out of commision. He talks too much--they all do.

Brant Ryder: Part of the show, old man. You can’t just punch your way to the top of the food chain.

West McFadden: It could work.

Brant Ryder: I always held onto the hope that one day you’d stop being so camera shy.

West McFadden: I always heard that some people used to believe cameras would steal your soul.

Brant Ryder: In this world of filters and selfies?

West McFadden: Guess they weren’t far off.

The Invitational

Shane Holliday vs. West McFadden

In the next match up, the crowd seemed a little bewildered.
Hell, Shane Holliday seemed bewildered.

West McFadden had come out to the ring wearing his street clothes instead of his ring gear!

There were no regulations or rules saying that he couldn’t, but it was a shock, especially as the bell rang and they squared up. Holliday simply shrugged and gestured to the crowd as if to point out how ridiculous it was, but didn’t get much of a response from the fans who were waiting to see why West had done this, why West looked so bored. Was it a result of West responding to Shane’s tweets about him debuting, the commentary on being called a kid? Who knew, but there West stood, hands in his pockets, waiting.

Shane had no issue throwing the first punch, or the next three as it turned out, but he DID have issue landing any of those as West stepped back, and then to the side, ducking and slipping through the expertly hurled haymakers only to lash out with a hand that the crowd didn’t even see him unpocketing as he brought an open palm across the cheek of Holliday with a slap so utterly ferocious that they heard the impact of it back in the cheap seats as West literally hit him with a pimp hand so hard that Holliday’s ancestors hit the corner in response.

Holliday wasn’t one to take that as simple as that and fired back, landing a solid shot on West, who moved into the punch to lessen the impact, showing his years of experience as he cut the power short on the jab that could have put anyone else into serious trouble, sending the receipt in the form of a laria-- wait, that wasn’t a lariat! That was West grabbing Holliday by the side of his neck! Bringing him in as he almost dove forward, West SLAMMED his forehead into the other man’s nose, all but bouncing his face off of his forehead, dropping him right then and there. Holliday was down, and it looked like for the count too!

West just dropped down, making the cover as the Ref moved in for the count.

1..
2..
3!

Winner: West McFadden

West won with a surprise headbutt, and as he got to his feet? He looked over at Shane who was started to recover, before he just tapped the side of his nose, pointing at the man, and then turned to leave the ring to applause.

Last Edit: Jan 17, 2020 23:24:54 GMT -8 by Limitless Wrestling

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:26:20 GMT -8

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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Jan 17, 2020 23:26:20 GMT -8

Backstage is Limitless’s lead interviewer Josephine Diaz.

Josephine Diaz: “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m here with “Luchadorable” Skye Healy.”

Skye Healy saunters in with a new all black look but the same bright smile on her face.

Josephine Diaz: “Skye… you’re… shall we say transformation hasn’t been received as positively as you would have hoped.”

Skye makes a face almost laughing the comment off.

Skye Healy: “Uh… I think you’re mistaken. All of these people love me!”

The crowd nearly boos Skye out of the building. Skye smiles at the crowd and waves to a young girl throwing her thumbs down.

Josephine Diaz: “Well I humbly disagree, but I have another question to ask you. Tonight you are entered in the first ever ‘Red Carpet Rumble’. Among those participants is the Limitless Champion Jack Daniels. One would think that if you were to WIN this match, you’d be in line for a future title shot.”

Skye Healy: “I’ve been very close to that gold before. I had just graduated, I was fighting my best friend, and my boyfriend at the time was at ringside. It was the single biggest night of my career.”

Skye pauses for a moment.

Skye Healy: “That is… until I kicked Michael Hayden’s head off his shoulders and forced him into retirement.”

A resounding boo-vation is rained down upon the bubbly Canadian. She doesn’t pay any mind to it though as she is still all smiles.

Josephine Diaz: “Speaking on that, How do you feel about the threats Kassie Maxwell has made towards you?”

Before Skye can respond, a large portion of the crowd begins a “HOOF!” chant directed at Healy. She rolls her eyes and smiles.

Skye Healy: “Listen, Kass and I go way back. We trained together. We did promo class together. We graduated together. Anyway, my point is: I know Kassie! She’s a hot head and gets caught up in her emotions. These little barbs she likes to dish out are nothing more than talk. But if she’s going to continue to accuse me of being a traitor, then maybe she can continue following Hayden’s footsteps... out of Limitless.”

Josephine Diaz: “Okay. One more question. How concerned are you with the rumors that Hayden has been training Kassie to challenge you for a match soon?”

Skye makes a quizzical look towards Diaz.

Skye Healy: “‘Concerned’? About Hayden? Do I need to remind you it was me who ended Hayden’s career? The same man who ‘lost his smile’ and went home. He wants to be vague about teasing a comeback? I’ll quickly remind him that I didn’t need him to make a name for myself.”

Kassie Maxwell: "I'd like to test that theory."

Bold words with a bolder statement as Kassie herself walked in, rocking an Izzy Van Doren t shirt beneath that worn out #LIMITLESS hoodie.

Kassie Maxwell: "Josie. Skye."

Nodding to both, plastering an obviously fake smile on her face as she looked between them both.

Skye Healy nervously laughs the woman off. She grabs the microphone from Diaz’s hand and shews her away.

Skye Healy: “Kassie. What a surprise. Don’t you have… any other place to be? Are you lost by any chance? Because I hear your girlfrien-”

Kassie Maxwell: “Saying her name won't save you."

Leaning forward, practically presenting her chin to Skye, as if quietly daring her former friend to take her shot.

Kassie Maxwell: "No worries though, right? No concerns? Not scared in the slightest?"

Skye’s mouth hangs open as The Hoofmaster stands almost nose to nose with her. Her tongue curls around her lip before flashing a pearly white smile.

Skye Healy: “Scared? Of you? Kass, I’m not scared of anything. But if you could, please, tell me what are you doing here? I had this time reserved for me and Josie.”

Kassie Maxwell: "I thought I'd give you a hand.."

Reaching forward to adjust Skye's clothing, let her fingertips linger on her shoulders, her eyes on hers.

Kassien Maxwell: "I couldn't never not love you, no matter what we've said to one another, but.."

Right then and there, she was jerking her forward as she brought her forehead down, headbutting Skye to start the brawl between the pair that quickly became a full scale war between the two as Skye fell back, trying to collect what just transpired. Skye rose up tackling the Scot to the ground, but Kassie raised her legs to try and lock in a triangle choke. Skye scrambles to escape as security rushes in to break the two up. Skye is pulled off Kassie gasping for air and taken out of frame. Kassie, however, is all smiles.

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:31:00 GMT -8

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Post by Limitless Wrestling on Jan 17, 2020 23:31:00 GMT -8

Eliza Foley is sitting on the bench in her locker room, slowly winding tape around her hands in a little pre-match ritual that seems to be keeping her calm and level. Her long blonde hair covering her face, elbows to knees as she concentrates entirely on what she’s doing. A slow, rhythmic and timed motion. No warning was given as someone moved behind her, but the slow motion was a hint that whoever was lifting their hands up and placing them on her shoulders wanted to subtly warn Eliza that she was about to behind her. Grasping those shoulders, the hands squeezed them only to release before squeezing again. As the camera panned out to capture the frame, it was none other than Eliza’s wife, Nora.

Nora Foley: “You’ve got this, Love.”

Inclining her head back to look up at her wife, Eliza manages a small smile, nodding in a less than convincing manner.

Eliza Foley: “It’s been a while… There’s a weight behind to returning to the ring, all of the history I have, the expectations I’ve built over time. What happens if I just don’t have it anymore?”

Rabbiting her nose, Nora was leaning down to press a kiss to Eliza’s forehead, a brief peck, before pulling back to look down at her.

Nora Foley: “Then we make a decision. One that’s going to end up in you embracing the greatness you’re destined for, that you achieved once in Millennium. The other alternative is hanging it up, and while I’d still love you, and I’d still accept you? We both know that you wouldn’t accept it on the inside.”

A sigh was delivered before she released her shoulders and moved her muscled frame to sit down next to her on that bench.

Nora Foley: “You’re Eliza Foley. You’re the greatest woman that I’ve ever known. You trust my judgment, yes?”

Nodding Eliza rests her head to her wife’s shoulder and let’s out a small laugh.

Eliza Foley: “You always know how to bring me back to myself. Even when I’m nervous or questioning, you’re beside me every step of the way and honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you…”

Straightening up on the bench Eliza nods, as though agreeing with something unspoken between them.

Eliza Foley: “Tonight I’m going out there not just for me, but for the both of us and I promise to do you proud.”

Nora Foley: “You already make me proud. Now..”

She leaned in for another kiss, pressing her lips to her cheek before she pulled back.

Nora Foley: “...Who’s going to murder her opponent tonight?”

Slowly a wide grin begins to spread across Eliza’s face.

Eliza Valentine: “Me.”

The Invitational

Eliza Foley vs. Diego Alejandro Matias

An ace, a luchador, a fan favorite, Diego Matias had basked in the cheers of the fans after his entrance. His opponent had received a rather mixed bag of reactions from outright boos to applause, but Eliza Valentine had reacted to none of it, and even as she was being stared down by the larger Matias? Not a single emotion registered on her stony face. Fire and ice incarnate, the two faced off in that ring to joyful applause, the crowd clearly on the side of Diego as he started in on Eliza with the aggression one would expect of him after what he's proven time and time again in the ring.

Aggression that, much to his surprise, was given right back to him!

Out of the gate, it was a mix of outright brawling mixed with flash and panache as Eliza's uncontested ferocity went toe to toe with Diego's manifested heritage as a luchador. Pride, brutality, they exchanged fists, elbows, and kicks. A hammering lariat from Diego sent Eliza to the ground but apparently devastating kick to Diego's abdomen kept him from pressing his advantage against her!

A missed flying V Trigger turned into a roaring elbow that snapped her against the ropes, Diego coming in hard with an overhand right that absolutely clobbered the former Valentine, turning her entire mouth into a bloodied smear as she hit the ground.

A gleeful shout came from the Luchador as he turned his back on the downed blonde, celebrating what he thought was an in the bag before he heard the crackling laugh that was utterly disquieting, that shut up the first few rows that could hear it. As Diego turned, he watched as the woman shook with peals of hysterical laughter that sounded like breaking glass, pushing up to her knees.

Speaking of knees, Diego was rushing over to give her a running knee lift, but as he executed it, both of Eliza's hands stopped it. Lifting her head up, she was blinding the man by spitting her own blood right into his eyes causing him to recoil from it, rubbing his eyes to clear them with one hand while swinging blindly with the other. Eliza grabbed that outstretched arm, ducking under him to avoid an elbow being slung under him as she moved to the turnbuckle, mounting the top rope as she held his arm before releasing him and taking him down with a flying snap kick that sent both of them to the ground!

Diego recovered his sight, flying rubbing the drying blood from those eyes, just in time for Eliza's basement dropkick to his ribs to connect, sending him back to the canvas. The Luchador was down, but he wasn't out, not yet. Not whole he could still breathe.

LET'S GO, DIEGO.

CLAPCLAPCLAP!
LET'S GO, DIEGO.
CLAPCLAPCLAP!
LET'S GO, DIEGO.
CLAPCLAPCLAP!

The chants brought the man back as he was met with a hard elbow from Eliza as he battled up to his feet! The two traded hard blows, elbows and lariats, Diego regaining his wind, shoving the blonde back before hitting her with a diving meathook clothesline that sent her to the ground. Sensing his chance, the Luchador went to the ropes, climbing up them up, getting to the top and holding out his arms in a pose before launching himself off that top turnbuckle in a beautiful frog splash, executing his Respeto a la Levenda!

He shook with the impact, landing across Eliza as he laid over her with a bloodied smile, going for the pin..

1..

2..

-- KICKOUT!

Incredulous, he looked at the ref, then to Eliza, then to the Ref before as if the man had make a mistake before quickly making a second pin!

1..

2..

-- KICKOUT!

A second kick out filled him with rage as he turned around and laid into her with a right hook, only for Eliza to grab his arm! Shooting out with those legs, she quickly transitioned, trying to lock Diego into a triangle choke! The man struggled, using every ounce of strength he had left to fight his way out of the submission, locking his hands as he picked up the woman who was trying to end him with that choke in a feat of strength!

LET'S GO DIEGO!

KILL ELIZA, KILL!

LET'S GO DIEGO!

KILL ELIZA, KILL!

The crowd was changing momentum as Diego slammed the woman against the top turnbuckle, but she didn't let go, it took the ref starting his count as Matias inadvertently grabbed the ropes to make her let go, but once they were were broken up? They were back at it! The ebb and flow, both lashing out at eachother. A German Suplex shook the ring as Diego used it to try and bridge a pin on Eliza who broke the pin before a one count, returning the favor with an arm drag to the big man to bring him back to the ground as he tried to get back up!

A chick kick from Eliza, a roaring elbow from Diego! It was a bloody double homicide in progress as Diego tried to show this new comer that she was his outsider in his home and Eliza tried to show him that any ring she stepped into belonged to her!

Diego went for it then, a springboard plancha off the ropes to try and flatten the blonde haired serpent queen! As he went to land it, Eliza stepped back and..

MYSTERIOUS GIRL!

Eliza hit her finisher almost out of thin air on the flying luchador! Snapping him hard to the ground, she was rolling him up in the pin, hooking his leg as the referee counted!

1..

2..

3!

Winner: Eliza Foley

The crowd was deafening as it went wild with roars and boos all the same, both for Eliza as she stood there, soaking it while the referee raised her hand in victory. Still, the crowd well and truly popped when Diego got to his feet. Was it round two? Was it another fight?

No. Diego offered his hand, and after hesitation, Eliza took it, the crowd roaring in approval!

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:35:29 GMT -8

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Skye, obviously paranoid that Kassie is somewhere following her, is roaming backstage. She unknowingly bumps into a tall, slender figure.

Skye Healy: “Excuse me.”

The figure turns to reveal it’s Duke Fontenot, the newest COO of Limitless.

Duke Fontenot: “No, no, Ma Cherie.. Excuse moi, that's not my fault for watching out around me. I suppose it's fortuitous enough that you bumped into me right after your fight with Miss Maxwell."

The worry in Skye’s eyes begins to grow.

Duke Fontenot: “I know you got that red carpet rumble, and if you win, that’s a title match for you. But… if you fail to win, then at the next Limitless show? I got an idea. Skye Healy, Kassie Maxwell. A #LimitlessLumberJackMatch. Finishes up business between you two, so everyone plays nice after. You pick five, she picks five. We're all friends after, non?"

Skye is flabbergasted! She can hardly speak without uttering simple sounds.

Duke Fontenot: “Don’t fuck it up, Ma Cherie.”

Duke slaps Skye on the back and walks out of frame whistling the tune of Born on the Bayou.

The scene comes to life and our camera is focused on what appears to be the remnants of a New Year's party. There's a banner, half hung, reading HAPPY 2020 in gaudy, glittery purple letters on a gold background. Almost looks as if it's been torn down. We slowly pan downward to see a stage, typically where a washed up band would take 20 bucks to sing all those songs we always hear at New Years' parties..but only this time, the singer is a skeleton with a party hat. Beads hang artfully off his clavicle as his bony, bony fingers grip a microphone, entertaining the empty chairs before us. He's joined by two other skeletons--neither one being Josh Kennedy, as we have discovered--one on drums and one on the keyboard, with a bright purple feather boa around its' shoulders. As always, a dime-store smoke machine coughs up some mist behind the skele-band.

Now, we hear the heavy clomp of some boots as Erik Holland walks into the shot to distract us from this frankly kinda' sad scene, with a pair of those LED-blinking 2020 glasses sat in front of his face and a HAPPY NEW YEAR top hat, that looks somewhat disheveled..maybe with a little smoke damage...artfully cocked on his big head. Erik scratches said head with a finger, making a big show out of it.

You know, i think it's an interesting phenomenon in those last few days between Christmas and New Year's. Everybody's on social media, making artful, deep, inspirational declarations for the new year. Reflecting back on how theyve grown, and what they want to do in the next year to keep growing. It inspires me especially to look back on what I've done at Limitless, and to be truthful..

Erik shakes his head.

Not much there I've done. Right? Just come in occasionally to wrestle my friends. MAYBE beat up a young guy who talked too much shit once upon a time. MAYBE get me a title shot. But that title shot...heh...got me thinking a lot about this New Year New Me stuff. Of course, over the holidays I'm going to spend a LOT of time relaxing with my family and recharging for the new year, as I hope everybody else is gonna' do..

Erik begins gesticulating with his hands to show how excited he is about the new year upcoming.

But then come January, come January 11th specifically, Limitless is bringin' me to Hollywood. Usually the way it is is you gotta' pay 30 thousand dollars to put your star on the Walk of Fame, but when it comes to Limitless Wrestling all you've got to do to make yourself a star is to win the Red Carpet Rumble. Yes, folks, I've got to beat up nine other wrestlers and toss em over the top rope to win this thing and put myself in a good position for 2020. Just the way I wanna' start it off...by beating the shit out of a whole ring-full of 'em!

Erik walks over to the skeleton at the keyboards and readjusts its feather boa.

Maxx Bennett, Jazmin Davis, Jason Maverick, Damien Miri, ASTRO, Skye Healy, Siobhan Mahoney, Arturo Lujan...and our intrepid Limitless Champion, Jacky Rex Daniels. Nine tremendous competitors, let there be no doubt about that. Some young talent that is hungry to make an impact and some world travelled veterans that want to get 2020 started off on the right foot. I am sorry to inform them all--well, no, really, i'm not--that this moment, this time, does not belong to them.

Erik now makes his way to the center of the shot, the smoke from the dry ice machine roiling around his feet.

When I made the declaration on Twitter that I would win the Limitless Championship in 2020, that wasn't one of those New Years' Resolutions that you make and don't live up to. Limitless has challenged me as a competitor in ways that inspire me, in ways that force me to expand the man and the wrestler that Erik Holland is. I have to live up to the challenge that Limitless is putting in front of me. I'm glad, especially, in a lot of ways, that Duke Fontenot challenged me on Twitter the way that he did. Called me out the way that he did.

Erik grins madly behind those glasses, almost like theyre blinking faster the more energized he gets.

Because Duke, you are going to GET the man that you want at the Red Carpet Rumble. You want to see Erik Holland take the next step? You wanna see me step up the way I NEED to to win the Limitless title? Then you did the right thing putting me in this match. You did not only what I need, but what Limitless needs as well. So all you gotta do now, Duke, is sit back, count your money..

Erik walks past the camera to head out the heavy green metal EXIT doors--those weirdly also appear to be scored with some smoke damage--but before he reaches the doors, Erik turns his head back at the camera. Holland grins and reaches into the back pocket of his black jeans..

And he pulls out a half used pack of matches.

...and watch the fireworks.

Holland tosses the matches behind him and exits through the doors, the last thing we hear being the metallic CLANG of the doors slamming shut.

The cracking of beer cans can be heard as we pan down to see the LCW Tag Team Champions, Jack Danielson and Andrew Wilkow, shotgunning beers and crushing them over their heads once their done. The cheer in pure hype as they hi-five and continue to hype each other up with fist bumps and bro-hugs. Jack, who had finished his beer first flexes for a moment before saying.

Jack Danielson: Gotta keep up, brother. I know it’s hard to drink as fast as “The Fastest Shotgunner this side of the Mason Dixon Line”, but it’s just something you gotta do to get out of that bodyguard mindset and into the “Dually” Tag Champion Mindset.

Andrew Wilkow: I feel ya, Jackie-Boy, but just because you drink beer faster than a fish gulps water don’t mean I can’t still drink you under the table like I was that Giant Feller that drank 156 beers in one sitting.

Jack Danielson: Yea, but brother, if you could drink 156 beers in one sitting, we wouldn’t be out here wrestling. We’d be pimping your ass out to every county fair and beer festival that has a drinking contest so we could make better money.

Jack pats Wilkow on the back and they both chuckle at the thought of Wilkow being a beer drinking champion and Jack being his “pimp”. They pick their tag titles up and put them over their shoulders.

Jack Danielson: But that’s also why we are here today ain’t it And-

Andrew Wilkow cracks open another beer in the loudest way possible accidentally interrupting Jack in the process.

Andrew Wilkow: My bad, Jackie-Boy. Keep it going!

Jack Danielson: As I was saying, we are here to become Limitless Tag Team Champions.

Andrew Wilkow: Yee Yee!!!

Jack Danielson: Now, don’t ever let it be said that I don’t love and respect my dear cousin, Ms. Honey Sunshine herself, and or her title reign. Hell, we can even through her cute little tag team partner too. Kinda wish she didn’t have a dude, but we can work things out between us, Jana I’m sure.

Andrew Wilkow: Wouldn’t be the first time he’s rode on the Devil’s Tricycle for some cute blonde he couldn’t get over.

Jack Danielson: I do love me some blondes, that’s for damn sure. Yee Yee!!!

Jack kinda looks up and to the left dreaming of blondes and Andrew has to shake him out of his daydream and snap him back into reality.

Andrew Wilkow: Earth to Ol’ Jackie-Boy!!!

Jack Danielson: Sorry, I was seeing blondes. What were we talking about?

Andrew Wilkow: We were talking about how we respect the current tag team champions, but the last time you had faced them, you had a little feller at your side and still pushed them to their limit. You pushed them to their limits basically by yourself with a man half your size, but now you have a man who is about 1 ft taller and 100lbs heavier than you and is your actual tag team partner.

Jack Danielson: Couldn’t have said it better myself, brother.

Andrew Wilkow: And it’s the truth too. Like a few months ago when you faced them, you were not a tag team champion, and you had a half-sized mini-man bull guy. That was never going to get you in the dubya corner, brother. This time around though, you’ve got a tag title and a tag champion partner that is 3x the size of what Reventon is. We gon’ tear through your fam and her friend like a wet ass through toilet paper after eating $1 tacos from that cheap looking mexican place down the street!

Jack Danielson: Mmmmmm, El Gordo’s does sound good right now. I could tear up a chimichanga right now.

Andrew Wilkow: With an ice cold beer? I think we have our post match plan, brother.

Jack Danielson: You damn right we do, but first we gotta win our match and become “Dually” tag team champions! Imagine walking to El Gordo’s with both belts on our shoulder.

Andrew Wilkow: Jorge is gon’ be so excited, I swear. Yee Yee!!!

Jack and Andrew do a big dramatic sounding hi-five that pops our eardrums basically with how loud the clapping noise is. Andrew downs his beer and crushes it over his head, as Jack hands him another and dual fists two beers on his own to “catch up”.

Jack Danielson: Sorry it gotta be this way, Cousin Honey, but it’s the year of Brew Collar and we want those shiny belts ya got. I’ll but you some tacos though if you want!

Andrew Wilkow: You’re such a good cousin, Jacky-boy.

Jack and Andrew open their beers and smash them together before downing them. They begin to hoot, holler, and jump around chanting "Yee Yee" as they head out the door toward for their match.

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:41:51 GMT -8

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Limitless Tag Team Title Match

HONEY & JANA RIKAR (c) VS. BREW COLLAR

Before the match began, Honey and Jack Danielson shared a handshake and a brief hug, the cousins sharing a familial moment. Jana Rikar and Andrew Wilkow were less inclined to do so, simply nodding at one another before conversing with their respective partners. Jack Danielson was elected to start for his team, while Jana decided to start for hers. The tag champs shared a quick high five as the bell rang, Jana and Jack circling the ring.

Getting into a lockup, Danielson muscled Jana into the ropes, breaking as the count reached three before backing up with a smile. Jana just nodded as the two circled once more, meeting in the middle for another lockup. Jana was quick to act, sliding into a headlock with ease. Danielson struggles for a moment, throwing two strikes to the midsection before lifting her up in the air for a backdrop. Jana shifted her weight, landing on her feet before grabbing onto a rear waistlock. Rushing the ropes, Jana rolled on her back, keeping the wristlock tight before popping to her feet, delivering a Chaos Theory Suplex! Showing tremendous strength, Jana hoisted him up for another German Suplex, keeping the arms locked before getting to her feet for a third. Danielson wpuldnt go without a fight, grabbing the hands of his partner Andrew Wilkow. Struggling to lift him, Jana instead let go, Wilkow still pulling Danielson and causing the two to collide! Danielson stumbles back into the third German Suplex, the crowd cheering for the Time Bomb. Wilkow, the official having counted the hand-to-hand contact as a tag, rushes in and goes for a clothesline. Jana ducks the attempt, Wilkow stumbling forward before he’s met with a springboard clothesline from Honey! Wilkow rolls to the outside as the champs share a high five, ducking underneath a double clothesline attempt from Jack Danielson before catching him with a double back body drop on the rebound! The crowd cheers as Brew Collar regroups on the outside, the champs standing tall in the early moments.

Once order is restored, Wilkow and Jana circle up once more before Jana goes for a lockup, only to be blasted with a forearm. Wilkow doesn’t waste time gloating, delivering another forearm that sends Jana stumbling to a neutral corner. The big man begins working her over with several knees to the gut before whipping her to the opposite corner, building a head of steam before rushing for a corner clothesline. Jana has the wherewithal to raise her boot, catching Wilkow on the chin before hopping up to the second rope. Looking for the missile dropkick, Jana leapt only to be swatted out of the air. Wilkow lifted Jana with ease, connecting with two back breakers in a row before sending her across the ring with a fall away slam. Jana has little time to recover as Jack got the tag, Wilkow holding her in place as Jack connected with a double axe handle. The American Jack Ass offered only a shrug to his cousin before grabbing Jana, repaying her for those German Suplexes earlier in the match with a Dishonorable Discharged for two.

Brew Collar spent the next few minutes working Jana over, connecting with brutal slams that left the crowd wincing each time Jana hit the mat. Honey was forced to watch as Jana took punishment, pounding on the top turnbuckle you rally the crowd. Jana looked to feed off this, fighting her way to her feet as Wilkow held in the rear chin lock before connecting with an elbow to the gut, followed by a second. Jana looked to hit the ropes, only for Wilkow to hook her by the neck and bring her crashing down. Ref Molly Wheller was right there to admonish him, warning that another action like that would likely cost his team the match. Wilkow nodded along, promising it wouldn’t happen again before grabbing Jana, only to be surprised by a jawbreaker! Jana kept hold of her grip, delivering another jawbreaker! Jana delivered a third, the big man falling down like a redwood as both competitors were lying on the mat. The crowd willed the champs on, Jana crawling to her corner as Wilkow tried shaking off the effects. Realizing the situation, Wilkow rolled to his corner and made the tag, just as Jana did the same!

The cousins met in the center, pausing momentarily as they realized they were the legal participants. Shrugging, Jack went for the strike, only for Honey to take him down with a judo throw! Honey kept the arm, flipping Jack onto his stomach before trying to hook the other arm for the Chica-Wing Lock. As she went to flip over, Andrew Wilkow caught her legs, holding her in the air. Jana reappeared, taking Andrew down with a spear that drove the wind right out of him, Honey landing on her feet before going for the move once again. Jack was ready this time, rolling to the side and breaking the hold. The two made it back to their feet, Jack taking another wild swing that Honey ducked under before she leapt into the air! Honey’s Ultamagi- no! Danielson tossed her off, Honey landing on her feet before catching the Great American Bash that sent her down. Jack made the cover, getting a nearfall before Jana made the save. Jana connected with a few stomps before Wilkow entered the ring once more, charging at Jana only to be low bridged out of the ring. Getting to his feet, Wilkow had no time to react as Jana came off the top, connecting with a diving crossbody!

Inside the ring, Jack lifted Honey to her feet, giving her an apology before another Great American Bash, followed by the Dishonorable Discharge into the pin. Honey managed to kick out at two, though the Sunshine Superstar was certainly feeling the effects of the match. Danielson wasn’t making it easy either, signaling for the 21 Gun Salute before hauling her into position. Jack lifted her onto his shoulders, getting ready to drive her down when Honey threw herself back, connecting with a hurricanrana that sent Jack flying into the turnbuckles. As he got to his feet, Honey came rushing with double knees before rolling him out, connecting with a basement dropkick to the back of the head. Feeding off the crowd, Honey began to size Jack up, ready for the Hi-Yah running knee. Before she could take a step, Wilkow was there on the outside, holding onto the ankle and preventing her from doing anything. Jana began throwing several punches before a knee to the gut, breaking his hold. Honey tried going for the Hi-Yah, but Jack was quick to sidestep the attack before wrapping his arm around the neck, taking her down with a backbreaker. Lifting Honey up, Jack wasted no time delivering the 21 Gun Salute, Honey bouncing off the knees before landing on the mat. Jack scrambled into the cover as Jana tried to enter the ring.

1… Wilkow grabbed the leg
2…Jana tried kicking him off, connecting with a shot to his cheek!
3…!

Winners and NEW Limitless Tag Team Champions: Brew Collar

Jana was just a second to late, the bell ringing to signify new champions! Arya made the official announcement as Wilkow slid in the ring, wrapping Danielson in a big hug before Molly presented them with their new titles. Jana checked on Honey, making sure there was no lasting damage before helping her friend up to her feet. Brew Collar were right there, staring at the former champions before extending their hands in a show of respect. Jana and Honey looked hesitant at first, possibly still disheartened at losing their titles, but sportsmanship shone through as the former champs shook hands with the new champs, Jack and Honey even sharing a hug as the crowd cheered.

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:43:39 GMT -8

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“Limitless.”

The word comes out in a whisper from the lips of Anna Daniels. A smirk follows shortly afterwards.

“Oh, children. It’s such a nice thought, isn’t it? We’ve seen you over the past year thumping your chests and saying I AM Limitless to get some brownie points from Micheal Hayden and perhaps in some small way, to boost your own ego. Every single one of you wants so desperately to believe that you are what you say you are. That you’re the heartbeat of the company. That you are truly are without limits…”

A scoff.

“But you’re not. And neither was this promotion. It still isn’t.”

She sways a bit to and fro, almost as if trying to hypnotize. Maybe she is. It’s hard to say.

“Truth is you need limits. You need that glass ceiling. You need somebody who is better than you to determine who is the weak and who is the strong. Who can cut it in this business and who can’t. Who breaks through and who stays smothered. You need limits to define you. You need limits to redefine yourselves. No amount of training can teach you how to do that. One must either evolve...or die.”

With these words, the camera follows along as we see exactly the thing that hid so well behind her all this time. It stands cold and strong amongst the landscape, chiseled into a familiar shape. A marble proxy of Jacky Rex Daniels himself, all squinty eyes and scowling, dignity and madness. Yet despite the stillness of the figure, she touches it much like flesh and bone. Her hands slowly creep up the chest of the statue, her skin turning into scales, her hands gaining their own shape. Serpentine eyes and deadly fangs wrap around each other to wrap around his neck. An embrace.

“In this view, it was certainly no surprise to us when our Mad King, our beloved, became YOUR Limitless champion. Because really, who else embodies such a thought in this entire roster--or even the entire multiverse--than he? 2019 was a breakout year for our Jacky. It was the year he evolved and became a man, a husband, a champion. With his mere presence, he turned a normal title into a world title with all the skill the alchemists wish they had. Even now, his star rises in the sky.”

She looks up as if seeing the very star she references before looking at the stoney stare with every bit of warmth the lover can give. It would be lovely if it wasn’t so damn creepy. Even as she inches closer and plants her lips on his, the feeling doesn’t go away until her hands become hands again and slide away from the monument. And with a nod to the lens, she continues.

“But for every star that rises, there’s another that falls. In this particular case, it just so happened to be the star of Harley Torres. Our twitter son. He didn’t make it easy, no. He’s evolved some since we’ve met. He’s went to the darkness and emerged from the other side wiser. More confident. He still has his moments of moodyness but he makes us a proud twitter mom. PROUD TWITTER MOM!”

And from the way her eyes light up and the giant smile on her lips, Anna is indeed a proud twitter mom...until the entire look s l o w l y fades into confusion. Then it mold into mild frustration.

“...except twitter mom isn’t here. She cannot be here. She’s fallen asleep and in her place? Is us. We have made quite a living evolving. We have broken through glass ceilings over and again to make our marks everywhere. We’ve won far too many belts. We’ve proven ourselves. Or at least, that’s what everybody else sees. They say “you’re already respected, Anna. You’re already a proven commodity. You’re already a draw. You’re already a star.” But the darkness grows. We are overshadowed. Ignored. Erased. And even though we know that the sight is clouded and even though everything erodes…”

She breathes in and breathes out. Hard.

“The logic in our head isn’t helping anymore. It no longer eases the pain. It no longer soothes the soul. It no longer satiates our lust, blood or otherwise. Unlike the fraudulent, we truly are limitless. Contorter of rules, smasher of boundaries. And it’s time.”

Her arms spread wide and out of literal nowhere, one of the many members of the Apocalypse Suite slides into the frame. If he noticed the camera, he didn’t show it though how could you without any facial features to speak of? He slides the robes of a Time Lord on her body without so much as a sound.

“Time to put it all on display.”

BACK TO ONE

The amateur angle tells us right away that we’re looking at Harley Torres via his iPhone that he’s holding in his hand. His surroundings are dark, unremarkable. The hoodie over his head couldn’t be more emo unless he had some obscure indie song playing to set a depressing mood. But he probably hasn’t figured out how to play from Spotify while also filming, or he’s too lazy to load it up before pressing record.

He takes a very deliberate breath, letting it out with an exaggerated huff.

HARLEY TORRES

“So that’s it. You end the reign of the worst champion of all time, you represent the company, you take on the challengers put before you, and then you lose and it’s on to the next. Or some shit like that.”

Harley shakes his head, dying to find even the slightest bit of humor in the situation. After all, he looks on the bright side now, doesn’t he?

HARLEY TORRES

“I get it. I’m jumping to conclusions. I’m blowing it completely out of proportion. Who knows? Maybe this new dude will actually give me a rematch for the belt. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Hayden’s gone. Skye’s… she’s gone. I barely hear from Elijah after I fucked up his relationship. Feels like even Diego has been avoiding me.”

Yes. In case you were wondering, he knows exactly how pathetic he sounds right now. It’s the real reason he looks disgusted. Not because Jacky took his title, not because all of those people are ignoring him.

HARLEY TORRES

“This isn’t the first time this has happened. It’s not like I’m in foreign territory or anything like that. Back in the day, I pushed people away. I was a dumb kid with my first boyfriend and things spiraled out of control pretty quick. Caleb and Aaron were casualties. Then he was a casualty… worse, he was replaceable. So, that’s what I did. I replaced my boyfriend. Of course he broke up with me. Treat someone like they don’t matter and they’ll think they don’t matter.

With a sigh, Harley leans his head back against the wall and looks off into the darkness shrouding him.

HARLEY TORRES

“Maybe that’s what I did here. Maybe I didn’t make it clear how much being Limitless Champion meant to me. Maybe showing up, maybe representing the company, maybe doing everything that Joe Stanton didn’t do isn’t what they want from me. Maybe it’s time I stop being who I think everyone wants me to be. Maybe… just maybe I give them what they don’t want. That seems to be the cool thing to do. Would you cheer for that? Would you hug me like you did him when he took what was mine? Would you check on him like you didn’t check on me? Huh, Anna?”

Harley asks the question with genuine curiosity, staring into his phone almost desperate for an immediate response from the woman who isn’t present at the moment. After only a moment, though, his face contorts with the return of disgust.

HARLEY TORRES

“Nevermind. I don’t care what anyone else wants anymore.”

He ends the video abruptly, sending us to blackness.

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:45:56 GMT -8

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Singles Match
Harley Torres vs. Anna Daniels

There was enough hype for this match before it even began. With Harley and Anna’s psuedo mother-son relationship, and Anna’s husband being the Mad King that stripped the title off of Limitless’s reckless prince; the dramatic tension was utterly palpable. Harley regarded the Hellcat with an unshaken gaze, but the Mad King’s consort looked at him with the sort of crazed look that we’d seen so many times during her battles in Yamashi. It wasn’t hard to tell when one of the legendary hellcats were lusting for blood, and it was written all over her beautiful face. Still, that staredown was exactly what you’d expect between the two, considering the downward spiral of both their lives. Both coming off of sound defeats in Limitless, both in dire need of a win.

It was the reckless prince who moved first, running right at Anna, charging at her with the full intent of doing bodily harm. Anna, all too ready for him, was suddenly caught off guard when Harley went low instead of high, shooting down to grab her by the legs in a surprise double leg takedown that sent her spiraling down! Before he could capitalize, Anna was already moving out of the way of a stomp meant for her ribs, dodging another one as she sent a sweeping low kick right towards his knee, forcing him to back away long enough for her to recoup and going on the offensive, which she did happily! Hard shots with a harder edge than usual, Anna was backing Harley away from her with a complete and utter barrage of kicks and jabs, using the reach to keep him back, to try and direct him where he wanted to go, but Harley wasn’t one to be corralled easily as he battled back with the ferocity that a former champion should have!

A reversed Irish Whip had Anna managing to not only halt the young Torres’s building momentum, but as he started to move by her, she was setting up her Sombras Que Corta, bringing down her pseudo son in a vicious way, setting up the pin immediately after, looking to take this win in early as possible!

1..
2..
--KICK OUT!

Harley managed to put a stop to Anna’s early win where it stood, throwing a right cross from his back to force Anna off of him who responded with a kick, bringing the toe of her boot into his side as she pushed off while Harley clamored to his feet, favoring the ribs that she just kicked! Still, Harle went at her again, with the same thing he tried at the start. A hard overhand right that Anna dodged, only for him to grab her by the shoulder to set up the Irish whip, which Anna reversed! Sending him towards those ropes, something different happened. At the last moment, Harley springboarded onto the middle rope and then flipped off of it in a moonsault that took Anna to the ground this time! Another scramble between the pair, more fists, elbows, and forearms being brought down, knees and kicks hammered in!

Anna managed to slide in with an Anna To The Second Power, only because after the second, Harley managed to muscle his way to a reversal despite the physical damage being down as he popped out of it, still holding Anna’s arm as he popped up with his Kickstand! Hitting that Pele Kick hard on Anna before releasing her! Rolling away from her, he was diving into the ropes, bouncing off of them, and going for another moonsault! Except, as he was coming down? Anna was lifting both of her knees, bouncing Harley off of them, and off of her, sending him to the side, clutching his ribs in pain!

A cheshire cat’s grin on her face, she looked over and ‘wagged’ her finger at him before kipping up to her feet and comically brushing her shoulder off. Stalking towards him, Anna was clearly aiming to end this as she reached over and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, hauling him up to his feet before Irish whipping him into the ropes to bounce him off as she looked to set up for the Interrobang only to…

THERE IT WAS! ZAP! POW!

Harley managed to pull a hat trick just a second earlier than Anna could, colliding with his dear friend, he took them both to the ground in a crumpled heap, syncing up the pin at the last moment!

1…
2…
3!

Winner: Harley Torres

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HURRAH! ANOTHER YEAR [1-11-20] Jan 17, 2020 23:50:10 GMT -8

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Backstage at the arena and the cameras cut to Duke’s office where Maxx Bennet, already in her controversial ring gear, sits perched on the corner. She’s filing her nails and seemingly quite content in waiting for the man of the hour, occasionally looking up to give the camera man eyes. But mostly she just seems to be hanging out and waiting, thankfully the position she’s chosen to sit in means if she were to have another wardrobe ‘malfunction’ the Limitless fans would be saved from another lip slip incident.

She wouldn't have to wait long however, Duke was walking on scene, heading towards his office only to stop as he saw Maxx outside of it.

Duke Fontenot: "People actually wait around here?"

Teasing the blonde, he was pulling his keys from his pocket to unlock that office. Pushing up from the wall she smiled broadly, leaning on her top toes to look over his shoulder.

Maxx Bennett: “I ain’t just anybody you know…”

She set back to let him open the door and follows him in with a casual gait.

Maxx Bennett: “besides, how am I gonna be teachers pet if I upset you on my first day?!”

Snorting at her antics, the looming Cajun cracked open his mini fridge once he got in there and grabbed two grape juices before closing it. Setting one aside on that oak desk for her, he moved to sit in that high back leather chair.

Duke Fontenot: "You're a good kid, Maxx. What's on your mind? How can Uncle Duke help you?"

Dropping into the other chair in the room and popping her straw into the juice box with a grateful smile she sipped it before answering.

Maxx Bennett: “Well I been thinking bout them things we talked bout and I figure I should make it real clear that I am mooooreeeee than happy to be having your back. I don’t mean to blow smile up your ass or anything but I ain’t under any misguided impressions that people around here know how to behave sooooo..”

Leaving forward a little in her chair she smiles sweetly at him.

Maxx Bennett: “I’m just here to make my intention of being a gold star employee clear.”

Duke Fontenot: “Honesty’s appreciated, Kiddo. We uh, we’ve been able to find a happy medium with the people who didn’t want to act right initially.”

Pause. Beat.

Duke Fontenot: “I think you see what’s going on.”

She bats her eyelashes in that big doe eyed way that she has, someone pulling off hyper sexual and innocent all at once.

Maxx Bennett: “Nah not me… I keep to my own business like people should.”

Duke Fontenot: “Should, but never do. Still, your offer is appreciated, and your loyalty is noted. Don’t you worry ya’ pretty head off. I’ve already got a plan for you if you shine in that rumble, Firecracker.”

Shrugging those broad shoulders, he opened up a drawer in that desk, plucking a stack of stapled papers off the top before plunking it in front of her, before grabbing one of those G2 finetips from the Saints Coffee Cup on his desk and placing it on top.

Duke Fontenot: “Look it over, have your lawyer look it over. Sign it, then bring it back when you’re ready.”

Grinning she slides the contract over to herself and actually cuddles it against her chest with an emphatic nod.

Maxx Bennett: “okay but you gotta take it back when I bring it you can’t change your mind now it ain’t allowed!!!”

Jumping up from her seat she’s almost vibrating with excitement.

Maxx Bennett: “I ain’t gonna let you down just you wait and see.”

At the very least, he was amused by her energy, waving her on towards the exit of his office.

Duke Fontenot: “Go on then, get out there and show’em what you can do.”

Nodding she left his office and closed the door behind her, pausing for a moment to look down at the papers in her hands before wandering off down the hall on her merry way.

Down that hallway strolled none other than the Lion of Chiraq himself, his eyes forward, that indomitable smirk across his face
He didn't know why the camera crew followed him, but he didn't really care as he moved with that John Wayne swagger, riiight until he rounded a corner and met someone he had to actually look up to face.

Michael Murtagh: "So, you gonna move or be moved?"

For the second time tonight, Duke had been met with one of the interlopers who started shit in his freshly founded Kingdom. The camera was rounding the corner to capture it as the Cajun loomed over the Chiraqi with that mirthless smile on his face, watching him while his hands stayed in the pockets of that jacket.

Duke Fontenot: "Non, Mon Ami, I ain't moving nowhere. You are, though."

Michael Murtagh: "You think so, huh?"

Duke Fontenot: "I'd be willing to bet the whole farm on i--"

There it came. That right handed bomb came out of nowhere, dropping the Cajun to the ground, a hand lifting to his split lip, but right as Murtagh went to gloat? Duke was sending the heel of his boot right into the Chiraqi's groin, causing a nearly indecipherable noise to leave him as he clutched his balls, doubled over on pain.

Or he was, until a blur moved across the camera! Elijah Cross! He was grabbing Murtagh by the side of the head, driving his rising knee right into his ear, bowling him into the hallway wall. Using the handfulls of hair he still had in his possession, Elijah bounced his head off that wall with the kind of cracking sound that hinted the fight was over before it even well and truly started.

Blood on the wall, Murtagh in a crumpled heap, Elijah turned to help Duke up.

Duke Fontenot: "That knee was pretty as a picture, Elijah."

Elijah Cross: "Thanks.. Boss."

Turning towards Murtagh, a sneer crossed that face as Elijah shook his head.

Elijah Cross: "That was for Hayden, you shit."

Duke just clapped his shoulder right before he sent a size thirteen boot tight into Murtagh's temple, emulating the soccer kick that earned him the Shoot Crown title. Once that was done? The man crouched, moving the bloodied hair from his bruising face.

Duke Fontenot: "Starting a fight with a man in his own home, Boy? Ya mama shoulda raised you better."

Giving a look into the camera as that last sentence was spoken, he smacked the man's cheek before standing, checking his now bloodied lip before.. yep, another kick was sent to his ribs.

Duke Fontenot: "Get him the fuck out of here."

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MAIN EVENT

RED CARPET RUMBLE

Maxx Bennett vs. Erik Holland vs. Jazmin Davis vs. Maverick vs. Damien Miri vs. Astro vs. Skye Healy vs. Siobhan Mahoney vs. Arturo Lujan vs. Jacky Rex Daniels

Arya Stone took center stage, announcing the first ever RED CARPET RUMBLE. Quickly going over the rules, Arya reminded fans that the winner would receive a shot at the Limitless World Champion, though there was a twist. If Jacky Rex Daniels won the match, he would get the honor of choosing his own opponent for a later date. With that out of the way, all eyes turned towards the entrance way, excited to see who would enter first.

ENTRANT #1: MAVERICK

ENTRANT #2: MAXX BENNETT

Maverick had made his debut at Coast II Coast back in October, coming up short against Anna Daniels in a close contest. A tough loss to Shane Holliday at Uncanny X-Mas left the self proclaimed Prince hungry for his first win, as for Maxx, this was her debut and she was just as eager, if not more, than Maverick and she was all too eager to prove as she opened the match with the kind of unseen aggression in a Rookie, but it was unsurprising considering she was from 4CW. As soon as they locked up, Maxx was ducking down and taking Maverick’s back in a surprisingly fast maneuver, executing an absolutely beautiful German Suplex that sent the alleged prince into the canvas before rolling up to her feet. Looking damn proud of herself, she turned and smacked her own ass, looking towards the entry way just in time for the third entrant!

ENTRANT #3: ARTURO LUJAN

The Pride of Mexico still commanded much attention from the fans, stopping just short at ringside before removing his jacket. Maxx eyed him with curiosity, waiting for him to enter the ring, never noticing Maverick get back to his feet before he blasted her with a hard forearm. Lujan entered the ring, shaking hands with Maverick before the two turned their attention to Maxx, attacking with several stomps as she crawled to the corner. Lifting her up, the duo sent her into the opposite corner before Lujan grabbed onto Maverick, whipping him across the ring. Maxx wasn’t out of it just yet, flipping Maverick over her head, Maverick going over the top rope and landing on the apron. Lujan came rushing in with double knees, but Maxx rolled out of the way as Lujan and Maverick collided in the corner.

ENTRANT #4: SKYE HEALY

The boos rained down as Skye Healy made her way to the ring, charging in, more than ready to prove herself, especially after earlier in the night. Bounding up those steps, she climbed up that turnbuckle and leapt into the fray, bringing them all down, except for Maxx who had happily been hanging out to the side. Seeing her opportunity though, she was running in right as Lujan was starting to get his bearings, nailing him with her "WRECK ME DADDY!" Curb stomp! The crowd went wild seeing her pull it off on a rising star like Arturo, albeit, she was struggling to get him up after that, dragging him by his hair to the ropes. Rolling him across her shoulders and heaving, she managed to heft him over the ropes and out!

ELIMINATION #1: ARTURO LUJAN
ENTRANT#5 JACKY REX DANIELS

The crowd went wild. THE MAD KING HAD ARRIVED! In he ran, making a sliding dive into the ring and across the canvas! He didn't want to stay to the side or take his time, he instantly moved in towards Skye and Maverick! The Iron Fist was throwing his namesakes from the start! Lefts and rights! A maelstrom of violence in that ring, but the rest were ready to weather that storm as he closed in on them. Skye refused to go out easily, even as Jacky set her up on the turnbuckles after viciously downing Maverick! Not to be taken down, or very taken likely, Skye came off that turnbuckle throne with a hurricana, slamming both of them to the ground! Just in time for Maxx to come through with a baseball slide drop kick to Jacky to try and force him to stay down!

ENTRANT #6: DAMIEN MIRI

Out like a lion, Damien was running out of there and down that damn ramp! Up on the canvas and through that second rope, he was immediately meeting Maxx with a forward stomp kick as a hello! He wasn't about to take her lightly, having watched the rumble from the back! He wasn't letting up on the blonde dynamo who'd been here from the start! Still, as they rumbled, Skye and Jacky were exchanging blows, battling back and forth as the Luchadorable Princess of the Skies went toe to toe with Limitless's mad king!

You forgot about Maverick, didn't you?

Don't worry, he didn't forget about the rumble. He was speaking Jacky against the ropes, interrupting that fight to seize glory for himself! Trying to put him over the top, suddenly he found that Damien Miri was behind him, hauling him over Jacky's shoulder and hurling him over that top rope by his tights while the Mad King assisted the throw!

Pause. Beat. Miri and Fist nodded to eachother right before Fist popped him right in the nose and the fight was back on!

ELIMINATION #2: MAVERICK
ENTRANT #7: SIOBHAN MAHONEY

The Irish Disaster was in at number seven! , catching a rising Maxx with the Eire Raid to send her crashing back down. Mahoney didn’t break stride, choosing to let Jacky and Damien continue their slugfest as the fight raged on. Skye didn't seem to care about it though, she was mounting that top turnbuckle, standing up boldly before diving right into Damien and Fist! She exploded into that brawl, right as Siobhan came her way only to..

THE ENTIRE CROWD MADE A COLLECTIVE GROAN OF SYMPATHY! In vengeance for earlier, Maxx hit Siobhan from behind with an absolutely A+ box shot, field goal kicking the poor woman right in the crotch! The problem was, Skye was getting up as Siobhan was going down, and she was launching herself at the Blonde!

ENTRANT #8: ERIK HOLLAND

The alleged World's Most Dangerous Man was up next! No running, more of a hurried stalk as he came to that ring, the monstrosity making his way to the ring, just in time to enter the fray. Massive, he was immediately using his size to his advantage as he seized the downed Damien Miri who immediately clutched his head and slammed his weight down in a "jawbreaker," that stunned the big man! Right as Fisk came across with a rib rattling liver shot that could be heard from the cheap seats! Sinking to his knees, HERE CAME MAXX WITH ANOTHER "WRECK ME DADDY!" The dynamo was pleased with herself only to suddenly regret her taunting as Siobhan AND Skye came charging over, grabbing her legs and hurling over the ropes!

ELIMINATION #3: MAXX BENNETT

The problem with eliminating people was, you had to get to the ropes, which meant as Siobhan had stepped on the bottom rope help eliminate Maxx? She was in prime position for Damien to once more grab someone by the back of their trunks and YEET them out of the ring!

Which is what he did to Siobhan.

He yeeted her.

That is a thing Damien Miri does now. He yeets them.

ELIMINATION #4: SIOBHAN MAHONEY
ENTRANT #9: ASTRO

The… unique individual known as Astro made his way to the ring, a portion of the Limitless fans already cheering him on, taking to the unique wrestler. Rather than rush blindly into the ring, Astro climbed onto the turnbuckles, diving into the ring with a crossbody! Everyone in the ring scattered, leaving a rising Erik Holland to catch the full weight, stumbling backwards before regaining his footing and YEETING him over the ropes! Astro landed in the second row, a few fans still remaining in their seats as they tried to keep Astro’s feet from touching the floor. Holland let out a snarl as he turned back to the competition, everyone else in the ring focused on him. The biggest man in the competition wasn’t about to back down, making a “come on” gesture before being swarmed! Miri, Jacky, and Skye all battered away with heavy strikes, looking to wear down the current biggest threat as refs made the elimination official.

ELIMINATION #5: ASTRO!
ENTRANT #10: JAZMIN DAVIS

Here came Atlanta's favorite daughter! Refusing to let the A Town down, she was head long into that ring, headlong baseball sliding in and.. Almost immediately meeting a massive foot by the angry Hollandsaurus Rex! Seriously, some asshole fan is going to edit this into a video of Holland stomping around a destroyed city. The problem was, Damien Miri really wasn't into his rampage, or the seizure of his yeets, so he moved in to go for the kill!

Shooting low and hard, the man managed to drive Holland to the ground with a classic single leg takedown, shaking that ring as he managed to get him down! OOF! SKYE OUTTA NOWHERE! She hammered Miri with a drop kick that knocked him right off of Holland! Only for Jazmin to snatch her from behind, slamming her to the ground with a Belly to Back Suplex, slamming her right into a very annoyed Erikzilla who was trying to get up to resume rampaging New Neo Tokyo.

Meanwhile, over in Damien Miri the Monster Slayer's part of the world, he was recovering from that drop kick to the face, looking even more annoyed than before. Fist was also there, with his fists. Those same fists, he was reintroducing to Miri as he caught him off guard with a flying fist that sent him into the ropes, but as he came off of them? He was coming back with a superkick that sent Fist flying back!

Jazmin was coming at him next onto to.. OH NO, IT WAS A SUPERKICK!

Skye was distracted?! SUPERKICK!

Holland starting to get back up? DAME WITH ANOTHER SUPERKICK!

Dame Miri: the Oprah of Superkicks!

In his glorious frenzy of superkicks, he noticed Fist was coming back at him and primed another super kick, but as he went to execute it? Fist ducked beneath it, clutched his standing leg and lifted it, charging as he managed to throw Miri over the ropes!

ELIMINATION #6: DAMIEN MIRI.

We’re down to four now, Holland, Skye, Jazmin, and the champ himself, Jacky Rex Daniels. Holland was still registering the superkick, trying to shake out the cobwebs before everyone swarmed him once more! Catching the Badd Breed leader as he was on a knee, the three attacked with knees, fists, anything to make it easier to eliminate him. Just when things seemed bleak, Holland let out a roar, EXPLODING to his feet and sending everyone flying back. Holland found that second wind, lifting Jazmin to her feet before sending her towards the ropes, catching her on the rebound with Plan 9 From Outer Space! Jacky looked to get involved, but Holland caught him with a boot to the gut before the Chopping Mall connected!

Skye rose to her feet, finding herself alone with Holland and no help in sight. Raising her arms in surrender, Skye began to beg off the attack, Holland having none of it as he rushed forward, sandwiching her against the turnbuckles. Holland lifted her onto his shoulders, perhaps looking to YEET her just like he did Astro, only for Skye to slide down behind him and attack with a low blow! Another! Holland fell against the ropes as Skye grabbed a leg, Jazmin rushing over and grabbing the other. The two managed to get Holland in the air, Jacky recovering enough to stumble over and lift Jazmin over the ropes! The motion carried Holland over as well, both collapsing outside the ring!

ELIMINATION #7: JAZMIN DAVIS
ELIMINATION #8: ERIK HOLLAND

Two left.

The Mad King and The Usurper who denounced the father of Limitless. Jacky had that wild, wide mouthed smile that fell short of his eyes. The kind of smile a fucking Shark had as he pointed at Skye and then beckoned her forward. Both bloodied, both fatigued, and yet neither backed down even as Jacky looked fitting for his nickname.

He looked absolutely RAVENOUS!

Luchadorable as ever, Skye came at him first! She knew she couldn't well and truly go fist for fist with Fist who had iron fists, but that wasn't stopping her as she ran right at him, fainting a telegraphed running knee only to turn it into a body scissors take down, using her thighs like a weapon to drive the king to the ground!

Still, on the ground was a bad idea, because as Skye tried to gain leverage, Jacky was shoving a finger into her mouth and fish hooking her to claw her from her postured position, hurling a knee into her backside as he flung her off! Off, didn't mean down however, a mule kick from Skye kept him from immediately advancing on her, knocking the wild man back so she could get to her feet!

They didn't posture, they didn't stare each other down, they attacked like Apex Predators dueling for territory. A discus punch from Jacky! A wild detonation kick from Skye! They rumbled across that ring, going back and forth between the pair of them before Jacky finally pushed her into a Turnbuckle..

It was a struggle, and Skye fought him tooth and nail, but the moment that Skye seemed like she might be able to overcome him.. Another discus punch collided with her, dumping her over the ropes while a cacophony of laughter exploded from the bloodied mouth of the Mad King who was sinking to his knees as the bell rang.

ELIMINATION #9: SKYE HEALY

Winner: Jacky Rex Daniels

The bell rang as Jacky continued to laugh, referee Molly Wheeler presenting him with the Limitless World Title. Skye came to on the outside, refusing help from the students as she glared at the champ. Making her way to the back, Skye paused at the entrance way before glancing back, greeted with the visual of Jacky waving at her, Limitless Title held close to his face as the show drew to a close.

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