Before the show Valkyrie is seen near the entrance to the show giving autographs and taking photos with the fans when she is suddenly grabbed by her arm and pulled out of the crowd behind a corner.
As she looks at the person who is still holding her arm she immediately frees herself from the grip and goes into a defensive position.
Valkyrie: What do you want from me?
It is her rival’s manager Ashley Moore.
Ashley Moore: We need to talk. I am concerned about Terra.
Valkyrie: Uhm hello? We have been doing this for ages, Ashley. It’s not like we just met. I have my doubts that your concerns are really and even if they are… There's only one reason you should be concerned. Matter of fact, you should be very concerned… about what I’m gonna do to her come Wrestlution.
Ashley Moore: I am serious. She has gone too far last week. That was not what we planned. I thought we were just mocking you here and there. Like in the good old times, but it’s getting out of hand.
Valkyrie: Really funny, Ashley. You should be a comedian. You really think I am going to fall for this? All of a sudden you have a change of heart and you like me again?
Ashley Moore: Let’s be clear. I don’t like you and we both know that. Also she doesn’t respond to any of my messages.
Valkyrie: I’ll tell you what. She won’t be replying anymore come Wrestlution, after I end her once and for all. I don’t have time to waste anymore with you, your pointless words and mind games. I am.. done with you.
Valkyrie turns around and returns to the little group of fans that are still waiting for a selfie with her.
MONSTERETTE BALL BERTH STIGLITZ vs. HOLLY HUNTER vs. DEBBIE D.
The camera switches to the ring, where the contract signing for Solomon Caine vs. The Last Blacksmith at Wrestlution XV is set to occur.
The canvas has been switched out for a black velvet carpet, with a generic table and two office chairs atop the carpet. The table contains the contract and two microphones. In front of the table, nearest to the hard camera, a scale with an electronic display faces the crowd.
An unknown male is in the middle, facing the hard camera and looking ready to begin the proceedings.
Unknown Male: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Riley Muir and welcome to the official contract signing for Solomon Caine versus The Last Blacksmith!
The crowd lightly erupts in excitement, slightly confused at who the person in the ring is.
Riley Muir: Allow me to introduce the competitors. First, from St. Louis, Missouri, he is a former OCW Light Heavyweight and CCW International champion, Solomooooonnnn Caaaaainnnne!
Gunshots ring out across the arena as Bad Reputation by Adelitas Way begins booming on the speakers. Solomon Caine comes out on stage, wearing just a pair of black boxing shorts.
He looks out over the crowd before beginning his walk to the ring. Upon arrival, he slides in and says a few words to Riley Muir before walking up to the scale. He steps on for a moment and flexes his guns to the crowd before the scale flashes the number “198” to the crowd. Muir peeks over the side to see it.
Riley Muir: One-hundred and ninety-eight pounds! Solomon Caine, ladies and gentlemen!
With a shit-eating grin on his face, Caine steps off the scale and over to the far-side of the table where he takes a seat. Before Muir can continue, he grabs the microphone and begins to speak.
Solomon Caine: You know, I hate to interrupt you Riley but I’d like to say a few words if that’s okay.
Muir looks at Caine and nods.
Solomon Caine: Thank you… I just want these people to know that we’ve sanitized the ring of all that outlaw mudshow filth, chairs, Asian beat sticks, you name it. But sometimes, you can’t really ever rid yourself of that Matteo filth, just ask his ex!
Feel Invincible by Skillet kicks onto the speakers nearly automatically, while The Last Blacksmith comes barreling out onto the stage with a look of intent on his face.
The crowd reaction fails to phase him as he enters between the ropes into the ring and clocks an approaching Riley Muir with a devastating right hand.
Solomon Caine goes to stand but is stopped dead in his tracks by a look of hatred on Blacksmith’s face, which causes Caine to slowly return to his seat. Blacksmith kicks over the scale, sending the virtual display tumbling out of the ring. He then grabs one of the microphones off the table.
The Last Blacksmith: I have nothing more to say to you.
Blacksmith stares impassively at Caine.
The Last Blacksmith: You have decided to stand between me and my path once again, and this time too you will be swept away.
The Last Blacksmith: There won’t be any redemption for you...But only yet another humiliating defeat...
The Last Blacksmith: At Lution, you are dead meat.
Blacksmith slams the microphone down on the table, pulls the contract towards him, and puts down an emphatic signature. He picks up the folder and throws it at Caine, who looks again to pop up from his seat but eventually thinks otherwise.
Caine picks up the contract from the ground and sets it on the table before picking up a microphone.
Solomon Caine: Matteo, I want you to understand something about this match. About me.
Caine finally stands up out of his seat, lightly pushing the chair away.
Solomon Caine: I eat, sleep, and breathe professional wrestling. OCW. It is my livelihood, the reason I wake up in the morning and go to bed at night. I’ve been a champion twice, and I'm chasing a third one every day. But every time I shine, everywhere I look, there’s you.
Solomon Caine:
You are the unjumpable hurdle, the unbreakable barricade, the immovable object. And it drives me insane to know that no matter what I do, where I go, you can stop me. You can put an end to it. So you leave me no choice but to put an end to you.
Solomon Caine: We’ve fought three times before, but the only one-on-one match we had, I won. I put you down. And that’s important, because we look at your history, at what you’ve done recently and you’re nothing more than a one-trick pony.
Solomon Caine:
You chase that flaming table, that one-trick that gets the crowd on their feet. “ACCENDI!” But that’s all you have. You’re not a wrestler, you don’t compete in wrestling matches. You compete in bouts of gluttonous violence. That’s your style, and that’s why you’ve never been champion like me.
Solomon Caine: I know you’re a dangerous man, and I know that this match at Wrestlution will be nothing short of a deathmatch without the weapons. But just know this, you will be outclassed when the final bell rings. Wrestling is my element. Wrestlution is my element. But for you, it’s your final resting place.
Caine takes the pen out of the folder and sticks his thumb with it. With blood pooling around the surface, he swipes at his signature line leaving a streak of blood. He closes the contract folder and slams it down on the table.
The Last Blacksmith: This is where you are wrong.
The Last Blacksmith: Lution won’t be my final resting place. But YOURS...
Blacksmith stares at Solomon Caine with angry eyes...
Solomon Caine: Well, see you in hell.
Suddenly, Riley Muir reappears and grabs Blacksmith by the leg on the outside. Caine makes a beeline for Blacksmith, who escapes Muir’s grip just in time to dump him over the ropes to the outside.
Caine quickly scuttles up the ramp while Blacksmith angrily calls for him to return to the ring. The camera fades to black.
ULTIMATE UNDERDOGS DREAM MATCH! A.C. COBRA vs. CHRIS BAXTER
The camera fades in and we see Ty Sparks preparing for his match before being approached by Jim Black.
Jim: Good evening, Sparks.
Sparks: What’s up, Jim?
Black: What is your gameplan going into tonight’s match against Elliot Parker.
Sparks: Well I don’t exactly have a gameplan but imma go out there and beat Parker’s ass then I will go into lution and beat 5 other men to win that F.I. and there’s nothing that’ll stop me from achieving that.
