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| Friday Night Rage #11; 1.31.14 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 31 2014, 10:26 PM (228 Views) | |
| Brutalikus | Jan 31 2014, 10:26 PM Post #1 |
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The Unremarkable
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Pre Show Match Poppy Gatling vs. BreAnna Tyler BreAnna enters the ring first and though she doesn't say a word about it, some members of the audience have already started to acknowledge her sibling-status as the step sister of EWS' very own Cailin Dillon. The young spit-fire Poppy Gatling enters next and immediately gets an even greater reaction that BreAnna thanks to all the catcalls and the way Poppy shaking her body and interacting with the audience, and this seems to irk BreAnna a little bit as Poppy goes in to start the match with a handshake, but BreAnna debates it for a little bit before reluctantly going in for the shake. Throughout the match, Poppy keeps playing up her delightfully cheerful disposition as the two young women battle it out in a fine technical exchange that sees BreAnna win the initial lockup and go into the headlock takedown-headscissors (Poppy)-bridging pin counter (BreAnna) that gets BreAnna a quick two count and a round of applause for their budding technical skills. They lock back up and again BreAnna wins by whipping Poppy into the corner and nailing some knife edge chops, european uppercuts, stomps and then a forward russian leg sweep, climbing the ropes and sailing for a moonsault that misses! Poppy takes advantage by hitting an impressive slingshot tornado DDT and a standing moonsault for a near three count. Poppy then stalks BreAnna and tries to connect with her Bullseye (Snap Millenium Suplex), but BreAnna counters out of the crossface chickenwing position and lifts poppy onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry, guillotining Poppy on the top rope and connecting with the Eyes of Texas (superkick), going for the three count, but Poppy gets her leg on the bottom rope! BreAnna starts to look frustrated as she stalks Poppy and goes for the Dark Horse (stone cold stunner)! BreAnna hooks Poppy's head for the stunner, but Poppy counters by grabbing BreAnna's head and swinging her leg for momentum, planting BreAnna on the top of her head with Gatling Gun (snap inverted DDT) instead and goes for the pin for the academic three count! Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner, Poppy Gatling! Poppy starts to celebrate her win in the ring as BreAnna rolls out to the floor and slaps the floor in frustration for how close she was as the ringside crew gets ready for the official start of the show and the audience applauds the impressive effort by these newcomers. ----------------------------------------------------------- Live from the Excelsior Hotel and Casino. Las Vegas, Nevada.Friday, January 31st 2014 ---------------------------------- The show opened with fireworks, smoke and a light display set to the tune of ‘Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne. The crowd cheered as cameras panned the arena, picking up several of the more memorable signs on display: "Always Bet On (Deacon) Black!" "Luv Connection Disconnected? That's Not Cool Daddy-o. " “The Ghost of Jushin Kimura told Me To Make This Sign in A Dream, But I Thought He Was Alive?" The show begins by the cameras swinging to ringside to show Tom and Dexter and then stops and focuses on Cordelia Stewart standing in the middle of the ring. Cordelia Stewart: Welcome to Friday Night Rage ladies and gentlemen and please welcome the new Rage Superstar champion, Sentinel! “Pay For This” by Gemini Syndrome hits, as the crowd pops HUGE! Intense blue and white lights shine down on a lone figure in a black leather coat with a hood. The figure slowly and eerily makes his way down towards the ring, the lights and dry ice fog making the entire scene incredibly eerie. The figure reaches ringside, and turns away, flipping back the hood, to reveal the face of one...Sean Roland. A thunderous ovation engulfs the arena as he looks around at the crowd for a moment, then throws his arms up in his characteristic V. At this very moment the ramp and ring are lit in red as electric blue pyrotechnics emerge from the top stage. He slides into the ring and quickly stands up, throwing his hands up in a V again before opening up his coat to reveal the Rage Superstar title wrapped around his waist! He takes it off and hoists it in the air as he asks for the microphone from Cordelia and she steps to the outside of the ring while we can hear some “Sen-tin-el!” and “Cit-rus-Sting!” chants going on in the crowd. Sentinel: The last few months have been tough-perhaps some of the toughest in my life and career as I've witnessed my friend and mentor Miles Veranith be targeted by evil men. The same goes for one of my best friends, Ryan Lewis as well. But now, I am proud to be standing here before you having punished those men for their wicked deeds and avenged my friends by showing those evil men that their evil deeds would not go unpunished. They paid for their sins and in the end all the hardships that me and my friends have endured over the last several months has given me the chance to reach my dreams of holding this... (he raises the title into the air) the Rage Superstar championship! The crowd pops loud as Sentinel goes to continue but is interrupted when “For Whom the Bell Tolls” echoes threw the arena and boos accompany it as out comes the Preacher with a microphone in hand, making his way to the ring where he eventually confronts Sentinel face to face. Preacher: Shut up! Shut up all of you god-loving heathens! You speak of evil men Sentinel, but you are unaware of how hypocritical you are! Look at you! You are a champion that resorted to cheating by getting that stupid kumquat bastard to be the special guest referee in our match at Clash of the Titans! I might be evil too, but at least I'm honest about it, unlike you and that's what pisses me off! You won by bringing out your evil side, but you don't have the balls to admit it! Admit it Sentinel! You are just as evil as I am! Sentinel: You are lying out your ass Preacher! Ryan did his best to officiate our match as it was and it when karma struck you in the form of my vengeance seeking fists, you lost fair and square! I could never be someone like you horrible beer-swelling lunatic! Preacher: Wrong, wrong, WRONG! That kumquat bastard was a horrible official! He was signing autographs when he was supposed to be counting my victories, he counted slow for me and he even kicked me in the face! Come to think of it, he didn't even disqualify me when any other referee should have, so in the end that title should still be mine! HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAY! Just then “Sell Out” by Reel Big Fish kicks in over the speaks and Ryan Lewis comes down to the ring with a microphone in hand to join the discussion, but before he can say a word, Preacher takes advantage of the distraction and kicks Sentinel in the groin and then plants him with the Genesis (rko)! Ryan sprints down to the ring to help Sentinel and Preacher tries to level him with the Rage Superstar title belt, but Ryan ducks and rebounds back with a superkick right to the mush! Preacher rolls out of the ring and starts backing up the ramp while Lewis checks on Sentinel and Darrius Jackson comes out onto the the stage. Darius Jackson: Enough! All of you! After reviewing the tape from last Friday's Clash of the Titans, I am afraid to admit that Preacher does have a point about Ryan showing questionable officiating, even if he wasn't trying to. The fact of the matter is that the Rage Superstar title did change hands and that the actions displayed by you three leaves the decision in my court as to how to proceed with matches for the Rage Superstar title from here forth. I will have to carefully review the situation until further notice, but in the meantime, Sentinel, you have a non-title match against James Galleon later tonight that I suggest you go get ready for. Now clear the ring cause it's time for the opening contest, take it away Ms. Cordelia. Preacher continues up the ramp and both Sentinel and the Kumquat Kid soon follow as Cordelia starts her announcements for the opening contest. MATCH 1 – Nate Fame vs. Sebastian Jankowski _____________________________ Tom Hartman: Welcome back folks we got a huge matchup with a couple new aerial artists as we got the polish Sebastian Jankoski vs. Nate Fame. Dexter Finch: So we got the Raiders kicker wrestling for us now? Ain't he a little big to be a aerial wrestler? Tom Hartman: (shaking his head) No this is a completely different guy and I don't really want to get into the spelling difference with you. But we have a special guest announcer joining us and as well is a new comer. I'll let Cordelia introduce him. Cordelia Ladies and gentleman, tonight's special guest announcer for this matchup. Billy Shaw!!!! Under pressure by Dr Dre feat Jay Z begins to play as Billy Shaw who is decked out in a black suit and tie strolls out while bobbing his head along with the song all the while fans are going nuts.. He high fives the fans sitting next to entrance ramp. He slides into the ring and salutes the fans from the corner before rolling out to the announce table. Tom Hartman: Looking slick there Billy. Billy Shaw: Oh this little thing? Hahaha naw I've never had one and I figured why not. Dexter Finch: Wow, finally his airness has arrived. I'm your biggest fan!!! Your aerial moves that you do are stuff of legendary. Tom Hartman: Billy this is Dexter, Dexter, Billy. Dexter Finch: Oh my god!! Billy chuckles for a second and looks into the camera with a shrug. Billy Shaw: Always wanted to know what a female version of Joey Styles oh my god would sound like. Both Dexter and Billy chuckle as Cordelia announces the match up. Cordelia Stewart: This is a one falls match up. Introducing first. Sebastian Jankowski!!!! As soon as the drum hits the lights turn off, and we can hear the entrance of "Bulls on Parade" made by Rage Against The Machine. After the guitar riff solo starts, white and red lights start to turn on in the rhythm of a song. Finally, all the lights are on and we can see Sebastian Jankowski standing at the arena's entrance, standing and acting like he has a microphone, and yells with the fans:"Come wit it now!" He makes few steps forward, stands still for a second, and he shouts "come wit it now!" for the second time. When the song transitions into its next phase, Sebastian makes motions that synchronize with the lyrics, starting with a motion that makes it look like the pretend microphone explodes in his hand & throwing away the remains. He throws middle fingers up during the next line and then shoots it like a gun on the next. He next makes a hand gesture that simulates the electricity flowing thru and then slams his right fist, hitting into air or into left hand, still synchronized with the lyrics. The song comes to the last few lines of the verse and Seb rolls into ring under the bottom rope and approaches the ropes. When the chorus hits "They rally round the family! With a pocket full of shells", he stands on the top rope and makes a backflip, later repeating it 3 times with different sides of ring ropes. After the flips, he sits on the top turnbuckle and awaits the start of the match. Cordelia Stewart: And introducing next his opponent, Nate Fame!!! Fame comes down to the ring dressed to impress wearing his shades, robe, and of course his infamous boa. He trie to make the biggest entrance as possible given his resources. very friendly with the fans signing babies and posing for pictures and finally rolls into the ring and readies himself in the corner as he takes off his shades and robe. Tom Hartman: What do you know about these two Billy? Billy Shaw: Honestly not a whole lot man, I know there super athletic but not much else so this should be a interesting scouting experience. Shaw and Hartman look over at Finch who is texting to someone. The camera pans in and in one of the texts it reads " omg sitting next to Billy Shaw " then relizes he's being watched and quickly puts it away. Billy Shaw: (with a grin) Want a autograph later? Dexter Finch: Sure (with a cracked voice)... ahem yes it's for my future Ms. Finch's. Shaw smirks and shakes his head as the bell rings and Sebs walks up to Fame and extends his hand. Fame extends his and both men shake to start the match up. They circle each other for a second until Seb makes the first move. He puts his hands up to do a power of strength and Fame accepts. Billy Shaw: Polish power or the power of a man from Georgia? Tom Hartman: I'll go Georgia Bulldog power. Dexter Finch: Where are the polish sausages? Shaw laughs as Hartman leans in to tell him not to encourage him. Seb gets Fame in closer only to quickly nail him with a judo hip toss and then quickly hits several leg drops across the neck and goes in for a pin. The slides in and just about goes in for the first pound of the mat but Fame quickly kicks out and gets to his feet to attempt a punch at Seb who quickly ducks and lands a swift kick to the hammy as a loud thud echos throughout the arena and gets a woo from the crowd. Billy Shaw: Wooo!! I dunno if I would want to take a kick like that, although if you time a knee block at the right time he just might break his leg like Anderson Silva. Seb lands several more kicks that echo out that the crowd reacts with woos. On the last kick attempt Fame catches it and steps over and finishes it with a spinning back kick into the face of Sebastian in which it floors the polish wrestler. Fame begins to walk off the kicks as he looks down at his leg which bares a red mark. He walks back only for Seb to grab the leg that's been kicked and quickly turns it into a single leg boston crab. Billy Shaw: Uh oh the polish kid looks to end it quickly!! Dexter Finch: Nope Fame is too close to the rope. Billy Shaw: Hey you are still with us. Finch mockingly looks over just as Fame grabs the ropes. The ref tells Seb to let go of the ropes and he releases the hold and as he does he readies himself for something as Fame helps himself up from the ropes. He gets to his feet and turns as Seb comes rushing forward, Fame ducks down holding the ropes as Seb goes through em and onto the floor and hits the commentary table knocking over Shaws Dr Pepper can. Billy leans over to look down at Seb. Billy Shaw: Hey man!!! You owe me a Dr Pepper bro. I love Dr Pepper man. Dexter Finch: And me too! Tom Hartman: You didn't have a Dr. Pepper Dex! Dexter Finch: Shhh! He doesn't know that! In the ring Fame runs to one side and back to the another side as he leaps over the ropes onto a now standing Sebastian and both crash into the table as Seb goes over the table into Finch as they both crash into the floor. Fame leaps to his feet as the crowd roars into a " That was awesome chant! " Shaw looks at fame impressed and then turns to see a vendor behind him in the crowd. Billy Shaw: Hey bro, can I get another Dr Pepper.... (He then looks down at Dex on the floor) ... and some ice for my friend here? Fame throws his hands up in the air to get the crowd pumped up as he walks over to Seb to get him up. Fame then tosses him into the steel steps and walks over to put the boots to him. The ref warns Fame that he's going to be counted out. He shoves Seb into the ring and comes in after. Fame readies himself as Seb slowly gets up and turns right into a boot and then hits a monstrous reverse sto. He then points to the corner and leaps up as the crowd reacts. Tom Hartman: Could this be the end? Could this be his star struck finisher? Billy Shaw: It just could be. I am interested in how he hits this. Fame leaps high into the air and hits a huge shooting star press. Billy Shaw: Oh my Gawd!! The birds would be so proud! Tom Hartman: Impressive, not only that but that shooting star press. Fame bounces off Sebastian as he takes a second to catch his breath and then goes in for the pin. The ref slides in for the pin. ... One ... Two ...Three! Cordelia Stewart: And the winner of the match. Nate Fame!!!! Fame jumps to the corner holding his ribs as he points out to the crowd. Shaw stands up to applaud as he looks down to see Dexter Finch stirring back into his seat. Dexter Finch: What happen? Billy Shaw: Oh two chicks stripped in the ring causing a dq. Dexter Finch:Really? Tom Hartman: Hahaha no, but you did miss a beautiful shooting star press. Well folks well we will be right back. Before going to break Shaw shakes the hand of Hartman and hands Finch a bag of ice and then waves to the crowd as the show goes to break. _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We open backstage, where Ember Garfield and Sabrina Florence are in a screaming match. Sabrina Florence: “For the last time, STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY BUSINESS! I CAN HANDLE THOSE TWO ALONE!” Ember Garfield: “And you need to understand, ANYTHING INVOLVING THEM IS MY BUSINESS!” The argument is interrupted by the laughing of one Sierra Starr as Kendra looks on, golf clapping. Sierra Starr: “Aww look, Kendra, these two twits are having a little fight.” Kendra Rayne: “Should we let them in on it?” Sabrina raises an eyebrow. Sabrina Florence: “Let us in on what?” Sierra Starr: “Oh nothing, just that you two better become fast friends, because after that little stunt you pulled at Showdown, we went to Darius, and we’re challenging you two “best buddies” to a tag match on the next Rage.” Kendra Rayne: “Gosh, I wish we were as good of friends, Sierra.” Sierra Starr: ‘I know, right? See you two then.” Starr and Rayne chuckle and walk away, as Ember and Sabrina share an intense stare. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ MATCH 2 – Jr. Heavyweight Tournament: Round 2 Charles Williams vs. ??? _____________________________ The opening drum beat of "Warrior's Call" by Volbeat plays as spotlights roams around the arena and the lights beginning to flicker once the beat gets faster and we hear the guitar rift. "LET"S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEE" Once we hear the chorus kicks in, out comes the EWS JR. Heavyweight champion "High Class" Charles Williams flaring his nose and listening to the boos from the crowds. He then shakes his head before making his way to the ring. Tom Hartman: Last Friday Charles Williams won the Jr. Heavyweight tag team match on behalf of his team and thanks to the special stipulation placed on the match, he won the right to pick his opponent in the next round of the Jr. Heavyweight title tournament tonight. The crowd is a buzz in speculation; just who will the Jr. Heavyweight champion select to face tonight? Charles stops mid way to the ring and unzips his hoodie to reveal the EWS Jr. Weight Championship. He then flips off the hood, stretching his arms out as the crowd continues to jeer. Charles bad mouths to every fans that are booing him and even go as far to demanding security to remove any negative signs about him. Once he is closer to the ring, he yells at the referee to lower the ropes for him which the referee reluctantly does so. Charles enters the ring and jumps on the second rope for a moment before jumping down and calling for a microphone. Charles Williams: As I hope all of you are well aware, and if you aren't, you had better get your heads out of your arses and listen up; Last week at Clash of the Titans, I, the Undisputed Jr. Heavyweight champion of EWS, The “High Class” Charles Williams, once again proved not only why I am the best wrestler that will ever grace this division, but that I am the ONLY wrestler here worth his weight in gold. The Commissioner challenged me to prove just why I am just as I say I am when he pitted me against all odds in this silly little tournament of his and once again last week, I attained the victory on behalf of myself and that disgraceful thug I was partnered with, but not only that, I earned the right to chose my opponent in the next round of this tournament. All three of my remaining opponents are hardly worthy of being in the same ring, let alone competing for MY title. You have GQ Money, a filthy ruffian who's very presence pollutes the air of prestige and pure competition that I have strived for since the very beginning. Then you have DDV, a man that I had already beaten and had declared as unworthy of competing for this title, yet Mr. Jackson still gave pity to the fool and allowed him in the tournament anyways. But of all the downright appalling excuses for talent that we have competing here, none serves as a greater disgrace than Acer Stone. As reprehensible as the other two are, at least they can hold their own in the ring, unlike Mr. Stone who was lucky to win his qualifier match several weeks ago and a boy like him has no place in a man's sport. Now without further adieu, I have made my selection! Acer Stone! You will serve as an example to the rest of the roster why sorry excuses for wrestlers such as yourself don't deserve to be on the same stage as yours truly, so come on down and let's get this over with boy! ‘Invincible’ by Adelitas Way hits and Acer Stone runs out from the back looking pumped up and energetic. He heads down the ramp and punches the air three times as red pyros go off at the top of the ramp behind him. Acer heads over to the fans and slaps hands with them as he gets to the ring. He climbs into the ring and works the crowd a little more before they join him in punching the air three times before going to the center of the ring to meet Williams Tom Hartman: There you have it! Charles Williams has chosen Acer Stone as his opponent! Remember folks, the winners of tonight's semi-final matches will be going on to the finals for the Jr. Heavyweight title at Double or Nothing! Dexter Finch: Double or Nothing? I like my burgers in doubles, just like I like my girlfriends, but they always slap me when they find out that there is more than one of them and eat my burgers and then I end up with nothing. Tom Hartman: You have the strangest personal life of anyone that I've ever met Dex... The bell rings and both men circle up, but Williams bends down right away and carries Acer over into a fireman's carry transitioned into a rear chin lock. Acer scrambles and gets his feet on the ropes quickly but it doesn't quite end there as he uses his feet to inventively step up on the first rope and to latch onto the second rope, elevating his body and rolling out through the top two ropes to the apron when Williams is forced to break the hold. Williams gets to his feet and whips around with a roundhouse kick that is meant to clock Acer in the head and knock him off the apron, but Acer ducks under it and uses the leverage of the ropes to jump upwards and kick Williams over the ropes in the head with a makeshift jumping roundhouse of his own! Williams stumbles about a bit and when he turns around, Acer is springboarding back into the ring and he catches Williams with a hurricanrana that whips him across the ring into the upper right corner! Williams stared at Acer with contempt as Acer gets a grin on his face and pumps his fist into the air to hype up the audience! Tom Hartman: Very unorthodox offense by Acer Stone there and Williams does not look pleased. Dexter Finch: That was so cool! He was all like “woosh” and “phoo-phoo-phoo.” and then the other guy was like, “swish switch boing ka-bonk”! Williams gets up and charges back at Acer, but Acer leap frogs over him and Williams stops dead in his tracks right behind Acer, grabbing him by the head and slamming the back of his head to the mat. Williams takes off for the ropes and comes back with the Love Me rolling senton and connects and runs straight through it into a modified Classified springboard leg drop right across Acer's neck! Williams goes for the pin... … One … Two-kickout! Acer tries to fight back but, Williams gets him to his feet and drops him back down with a snap suplex followed by a german suplex and then a northern lights suplex with the bridge for another pin! … One … Two-kickout! Again, Williams returns to his feet and stomps down on Acer's face hard before leaping into the air and landing the impressive British Airways (standing corkscrew shooting star press) flush for another pin attempt! … One … Two-but no! Acer kicks out yet again and Williams is clearly growing frustrated! Tom Hartman: The Jr. Heavyweight champion is laying it on heavy for the young underdog, but Acer refuses to stay down! Dexter Finch: Stay down haha! Maybe Acer doesn't know that he is supposed to stay down because Charlie doesn't have that tattooed on his knuckles like that Ryder guy? Williams returns to his feet and decides it is time to go to the top as he signals to the air and moves towards the lower left corner. Williams gets up to a standing position on the ropes, but falls straight down when Acer gets to his feet and stumbles towards him, flopping his arms onto the top ropes seemingly almost by accident! Williams gets crotched on the turnbuckle and Acer climbs up, pumping his fist into the air and hooking Williams for a superplex, but Williams punches him in the ribs and Acer stumbles off the turnbuckle to his feet on the mat. Williams starts to climb to his feet again when Acer suddenly runs and springboards off the nearby grabbing Williams by the head with his legs and whipping Williams off the ropes with what almost looks like a botched frankensteiner off the top turnbuckle! Williams lands sharply on his right shoulder blade and immediately clutches it with his other hand while Acer gets to his feet with the help of the ropes and then runs back up the turnbuckle and flies off as Williams gets to his feet, flying off with a twisting crossbody floated over into a tornado DDT in the center of the ring! Williams flops over on impact and Acer goes for the pin! … One … Two … Th-No! Williams got the shoulder up! Tom Hartman: It looks like Charles landed really hard on that shoulder of his when Acer dropped him off the turnbuckle right onto it a few moments ago. He could have injured it, but yet he continues to fight on! Dexter Finch: I stubbed my toe earlier today Tom, but I'm not not complaining either Tom because my momma told me that bitching is for bad children who don't get lollipops when they decide to take their pants off and go wee-wee all over the cereal aisle at their local supermarket because they had to take a doo-doo and it ended up all over the inside of their pants because mommy wouldn't pay attention to me... Tom Hartman: Sounds like a rough childhood moment Dex... Dexter Finch: Childhood? No that was only last year Tommy. Tom Hartman: I should have known.... Acer holds his head, wondering just what it will take to put Williams down, but after a moment, he rises to his feet and pumps his fist into the air three times to hype up the crowd again and then kicks Williams in the gut and bounces off the ropes looking to connect with his Stone Cutter (axe kick), but Williams gets his head up and when Acer turns around, Williams yanks his feet out from under him and locks in the British Figure Four Leg Lock (reverse figure four leg lock) quick as a flash! The audience is in an uproar as Acer is screaming out in pain and trying his best to crawl his way to the ropes as Williams wrenches the hold! Tom Hartman: British Figure Four and Acer has no way out! This could be the end! Acer is stuck dead center in the ring and screaming in agony as he shakes his head to tell the referee that he doesn't want to give up, Acer slowly crawls his way out of the center of the ring to the nearest ropes and with one last lurch forward, Acer, manages to hang his arm over the bottom rope! Williams is clearly pissed and debating the referee's call as the audience cheers this contest, but the damage may have been done to Acer as Williams has had quite enough of Acer's ability to elude his impending victory and Williams hoists Acer over his back for the London Fall (gory neckbreaker), but suddenly Acer springs to life and rolls through it into a sunset flip pin that lands them right near the ropes! … One … Two (Williams got his fingers on the ropes, but the referee wasn't in the right position to catch it!) … Three! Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner and moving on in the Jr. Heavyweight title tournament, Acer Stone! “Invinsible” kicks in again as the audience cheers the incredible upset victory by Acer Stone! Acer himself looks like he can't believe it as his eyes go wide with joy and he immediately clambers up the nearest turnbuckle and starts celebrating while Charles Williams looks enraged in disbelief! Williams pleads his case to the referee, but the referee isn't having any of it as Acer starts making his way up the ramp. Tom Hartman: I can't believe it! Acer Stone has upset the champion, which means that a new Jr. Heavyweight champion will be crowned at Double or Nothing! Dexter Finch: Williams' face is so red that he looks like he could turn into a tomato at any second! _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We cut to Darius Jackson sitting in his office, looking for some paperwork. Into the scene comes a hand, tapping rather obnoxiously on his desk. The camera pans up to Leonard Luv, clad in a suit and tie, the collar of the suit up, and a pair of amber wrap around shades on his face. Darius looks up from his desk. Darius Jackson: “Can I help you?” Luv scoffs at Darius. Leonard Luv: “So you’re the guy running things now?” Darius Jackson: “Unless you’ve been living under a rock, Luv, you should know this by now.” Leonard Luv: “You know, it’s funny you should say that, because the fact Steve Corman treated me like the star I am and you haven’t even booked me for this show means that YOU are the one that’s been living under a rock. Maybe that eye patch is on a bit tight, huh, cutting off circulation to your brain?” Darius narrows his one good eye. Darius Jackson: “Unless you have a point, I suggest you get your ass out of here RIGHT NOW.” Leonard Luv: “Oh, but see I do, Blackbeard, I do. That chumpstain that’s walking around here, calling himself champion, I’ve beat his ass all over that ring. I’ve got nothing against The Preacher, but neither him, or that citrus loving nutjob have anything on me. My name deserves to be up in lights. If you’re talking about the Rage Superstar Title, “boss” the name Leonard Luv better be mentioned in there somewhere. It’s the only right thing to do.” Darius gets up from his seat and nods at Luv. Darius Jackson: “We’re going to leave this conversation at this, alright, Captain Polyster Suit. I’ve got a lot to consider about the future contenders to the Rage Title, but you know what, despite you coming in here, insulting me, acting like a big shot, I’m a nice guy, so for now, I’ll take your little tirade into consideration, how does that sound?” Luv huffs and leaves the room with this parting comment. Leonard Luv: ‘There’s nothing to consider.” Darius shakes his head and sits back down at his desk. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ We get a wide shot of Dexter Finch, making goofy faces at the camera, yet looking professional when Tom Hartman looks his way. Tom Hartman: “Fans, lately there’s been quite a war going on with Cailin Dillon, Taylor Grace, and reigning Goddess Champion, VENUS.” Dexter Finch: “Lots of estrogen running rampant, Tom. Good thing I always keep plenty of chocolate and Nicholas Sparks books around, just in case.” Tom Hartman: “Real classy, Dex.” Dexter Finch: “Never understatement the powers of milk chocolate and The Notebook, Tom.” Tom Hartman: “Anyways, we found out earlier today that these three women will all have a chance to face each other in a triple threat at Double or Nothing thanks to the actions of Venus at Clash of the Titans. We decided to sit down with some other ladies here in EWS and get their take on the upcoming triple threat match featuring these competitors. Take a look.” “All My Life” by The Foo Fighters kicks in as we see shots of Cailin, Taylor, and VENUS in action. A shot of ASW wrestler, Hailey Harris. Hailey Harris: “She hits hard, and doesn’t let up once she gets you down, that’s why she’s champion, she’s relentless.” A shot of VENUS drilling Hailey into the mat early in EWS. This cuts to a shot of Taylor Grace returning to the ring. This is followed by a shot of Ember Garfield. Ember Garfield: “I’m glad to see Taylor back. She’s one intense, determined individual, and she’s going to make VENUS sweat.” Taylor tangling with VENUS. We then turn to Cailin, telling the fans to “talk to the hand” A shot of Ambiance. Ambiance: “One thing you can’t deny about her, she’s really good at being a pain in anyone’s ass. She makes you earn every inch you gain against her, ignorant (bleep) or not.” Cailin hitting a stiff kick to Ambiance in a past encounter. A shot of VENUS coming out to the ring with Marco Cruze. Hailey Harris: “For a long time, I really thought no one could touch her. When that music hits, I don’t care who you are, your heart goes into your throat. She’s pure intimidation, and she knows it.” VENUS hitting a deadly stomp on Darkness. Cut to Taylor Grace celebrating a win over Ambiance. Ember Garfield: “Taylor, as far as I’m concerned, is like the female version of Magnum Wolf. Talented, technical, and she gives you her all, she leaves it all out there in the ring.” Taylor locking on a submission during a training session. Cut to Cailin Dillon, talking smack to Taylor Grace. Ambiance: “She’s one cocky (bleep) no doubt, but she’s got better in the ring since our days in Ohio, and that makes her dangerous.” We get quick shots of all three, when the voice of Kevin Candid cuts in. Kevin Candid: “Anything can happen with these 3 in the ring, but I can tell you this, they’ve waited all their lives to be considered the best in the business, and they’re going to put every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears into this match, until 2 are left on the mat, and one is victorious. I don’t have a favorite, I’m just looking forward to what happens next.” More quick shots, with the last being VENUS holding the title high above as “All My Life” trails off and we cut back to ringside for the next match. Edited by Brutalikus, Jan 31 2014, 11:28 PM.
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MATCH 3 – Best of Three Series Match #1 Justin Moreno vs. Riley Grace _____________________________ Dexter Finch: What a show it already has been and we are just getting started. What do we have coming up next Tom? 2nd Sucks by A Day to Remember starts as spotlights go all around the arena. The intro starts to pick up. As Riley Grace comes out dressed in his black and green biker tights and black and green kick pads, and his hands are taped with black and green tape. Riley hold his hands held like a praying motion the intro picks up and he stays motionless. Tom Hartman: It looks like we have the first match in the Best of Three between Riley Grace and Justin Moreno. “FIGHT!” The music picks up and Riley goes down the ramp to the ring. He reaches the ring and springboards inside and runs to the opposite corner and jumps on the middle rope and poses for the fans, only one that is cheering is Vincent Delerious who is in the front row again. Tom Hartman: Vincent Delerious in the front row again this week. Dexter Finch: Hey, I got a question? Why doesn’t this Delerious guy just sign with NWA Las Vegas and fight Moreno himself? Riley jumps down and turns his attention towards the entrance ramp awaiting the entrance of Justin Moreno. Tom Hartman: Riley sure looks focused as he awaits the entrance of Justin Moreno. Good question Dexter, I’m glad you asked that. It seem like several months ago, before Justin Moreno was seen by the NWA Las Vegas fans, Vincent was involved in a match and sustained a career ending injury. I was trying to find footage of the match somewhere but it seems to be removed all the archives I have been searching. Dexter Finch: But why does Riley hate Mr. Justin so much when that Delerious guy is the one who wants revenge? Tom Hartman: I don't know for sure Dex, but Delerious taught Riley everything he knows and probably has hated his former student Justin Moreno as long as he has trained Riley. I'd imagine that Riley is trying to make his master proud by completing his work even though his naivety has blinded him to the truth about what happened between Moreno and Delerious years ago. The lights go out as spotlights circle around the arena as the spoken word opening to "Immortal" by War of Ages starts to play over the P.A. System. The spotlight finally focuses in the heart of the crowd with a spotlight on Justin Moreno, decked out in a sleeveless black T-Shirt, baggy black pleather pants with the words "Moreno" on the pant legs in the exact replica of the Monster Energy logo, a large silver ball choker necklace (like Samoa Joe) around his neck, arms extended in the crucifix position, not moving a muscle with his eyes closed even as the guitar opening starts and the fans are clapping him on the back. Dexter Finch: And he still agreed to be handcuffed if Justin beats Riley? He only faces the crowd and starts beating his chest playing to the crowd as the vocals kick in. He then walks with determination through the crowd, bobbing his head back and forth to the music and tagging hands and embracing any fan that he can get to. He finally gets to the front row and jumps over the guard rail, jumping in place, circling his wrists (a la CM Punk) for a moment, bobbing his head to the music before he jogs around the ringside area tagging hands enthusiastically and sincerely with every fan he can get to. At one point, he even wraps his arms around a barricade and allows the crowd to slap him on the back (a la WCW babyface Chris Jericho) before he goes back to jogging around the ring stopping short of Vincent Delerious who Justin just shrugs him off and kept walking. Tom Hartman: It would appear that was the case. He is putting a lot of trust into his young protégé, as Moreno looks focused as well. Justin jogs up the ring steps, looking out at the fans with a sincere smile, jumping over the top rope then immediately jumping on the middle turnbuckle pointing to the crowd and clapping while pointing to them. He then clasps his hands in prayer and begins praying before the match with his eyes closed. He then looks up to the heavens, makes the sign of the cross and points to the heavens while beating on his chest. He then tosses off his shirt with the copied Monster Energy logo for "Moreno", pulls a Sharpie out of his boot, autographs the shirt and tosses it into the crowd before he does a backflip off the top rope as green pyro explodes from the turnbuckles three times as he lands on his feet and hops around the ring. He then hops around, circling the ring (a la CM Punk) before going to his corner, crouching down silently in meditation before letting out a loud primal scream and pounding his fists hard on the canvas as he gets in his fighting stance. The referee checks both men and asks for the bell. DING… DING… DING…. Tom Hartman: Here we go. Riley walks out to the middle of the ring and extends his hand like he wants a handshake. His other hand in behind his back and as he circles to the ring and the camera sees that Riley has his fingers crossed behind him back. The crowd is saying no but Justin doesn’t listen and reaches in for the handshake as Riley comes charging in with stiff clothesline, knocking Moreno off his feet. Riley points over to Vincent Delerious and gets a grin on his face. Dexter Finch: Grace almost took Moreno’s head off with that vicious clothesline. Tom Hartman: He may want to stop trying to please his mentor, Vincent Delerious, and focus on winning the match. Justin gets up and glares at Riley, who has a grin on his face and holds his arms out and says. Riley: Come At Me BRO! Dexter Finch: Ha Ha I like it… The kid’s got jokes. Tom Hartman: Obviously, Riley is mocking Moreno with that statement. The two men circle the ring and then go into a collar and elbow tie up. Moreno starts to get the upperhand. Riley goes to try and go for a scoop slam but Moreno reverses it into an arm drag that sends Riley across the ring and Moreno walks around the ring and smiles as he walks funny and shakes his head and turns around and imitates Riley. Justin: Come at me, BRO! The crowd cheers loudly as Moreno soaks in the fans. Riley is on the mat glaring are Moreno across the ring. Tom Hartman: If looks could kill. Riley wouldn’t have to worry about anymore matches with Justin Moreno. Dexter Finch: Yeah I know. The look Vincent Delerious is giving Riley makes it look like he would have expected Riley to have already taken him out. As the camera gets a real good shot of Vincent Delerious behind Riley crossing his arms and not looking pleased with what he is seeing. Riley stomps to his feet and clinches his fist as he charges in and Moreno ducks the clothesline and flips backwards with a Pele Kick, knocking Riley to the mat. Justin stomps on him till he turns on his back and then Justin mockingly smacking the back of head as Riley quickly jumps up to his knees and takes a swing at Justin’s direction but he is too fast and moves out of reach, nailing a dropkick, followed by another and then Moreno whips Riley across the ring and connects with a flying forearm smash. Riley rolls back and slides backwards out of the ring as he doesn’t take his eye off of Justin in the ring but makes his way to where Vincent Delerious is standing. Vincent: What the hell are you doing? Go after him. Riley looks back at Vincent for a second and that is all that was needed cause Justin Moreno comes flying in out of nowhere with a springboard plancha to Riley outside of the ring. Justin Moreno comes up almost face to face with his old nemesis. Tom Hartman: Wow! Hey look what we got here. Dexter Finch: Come on hit em! Tom Hartman: Have who hit who? Dexter Finch: I don’t care I just want to see the two of them fight like my action figures. Moreno chuckles to himself and looks at Vincent as he spits at him. Vincent starts to go crazy in the front row wanting to get his hands on Moreno. As the two men glare at each other Riley gathers his senses as he sees what is going on and moves behind Justin and as Justin turns around Riley charges in and just pushes Justin’s back into the steel guard railing around the ring, stomping him deep into the barricade before circling around and planting a front dropkick into Moreno's chest that sandwiches him into the unforgiving barricade even more. Riley looks up to the referee whose count was now reaching 7, he rushes over to the ring and then rolls under the rope and back out restarting the count. Riley comes back over to Justin and Justin starts to fight back with hard chops to the chest accompanied by the usual "Woo!" until Riley gets a knee into his gut and gets him with a hard Irish whip that sends Justin’s shoulder area into the steel ring post and Moreno crumples to the ground. Riley then again rolls under the bottom ring rope to stop the count as he seem to be stalking Justin Moreno who is up to his knees trying to climb back into the ring. Riley comes around the corner and puts the boots to Justin and then picks him up and rolls Moreno into the ring and rolls back in after him. Riley is the first up as he stomps at Moreno who is on the mat. After four or five stomps Riley goes to pick Justin up. Tom Hartman: Looks like Riley has already got the advantage in this match. Riley pulls Moreno up to his feet as Moreno just looks lifeless as Riley slaps Justin in the face Justin spins around and slaps Riley so hard that it sends Riley over the top rope and down the floor in front of Vincent Delerious. Vincent Delerious shouts at Riley from the first row. Vincent: GET IN THERE AND GET HIM! Dexter Finch: Well you know what they say Tom, looks can be deceiving. Riley stands up and Vincent Delerious grabs him and Riley turns around as Vincent Delerious puts something in his hand. Riley walks away and looks at what it is. Tom Hartman: Vincent Delerious just put something in Grace’s hand. It looks like it’s a gold watch. Riley looks back at Delerious who makes the motion of punching his fist into his hand to Riley and says, "Use it now!" Riley looks a little shooken up by the fact that his mentor is encouraging him to cheat and reluctantly shakes his head yes. Riley looks reluctant to gets right up to the apron and readies the watch on his fist while the referee is busy trying to keep Justin from going out of the ring to even notice the exchange. Delerious shouts, "Do it!", pressuring Riley once again, but as Riley looks between Delerious, Justin and the crowd, Riley slips the gold watch off of his fist and into his boot while Delerious shouts, "What are you doing?!" as Riley has clearly just defied his orders by refusing to cheat! The audience actually starts to pop a bit for Riley's defiance as Riley gets back in the ring as Justin has his back turned and nails Justin in the back with a forearm to the back. Justin staggers as Riley knees Justin in the gut and performs a crossed leg fishermen’s buster and goes for a pin. ... One ... Two Kickout at two by Moreno, Riley looks around at the crowd as he can’t believe Moreno kicked out of that move. Riley picks Moreno back up and gets him in a straight-jacket scoop brainbuster. Riley Grace goes for the pin again. ... One ... Two No Again a kickout from Moreno. Riley can’t believe that he is not getting the pin. Grace gets up and picks Moreno up and kicks him in the gut and pins Moreno’s left arm behind his head and jumps up with a Cutthroat Double Knee Facebreaker and the crowd let out a loud OW. Moreno lies motionless on the mat as Riley climbs between the top and middle rope and walks over to the nearest corner. He climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and point over at Delerious who has a smile on his face for the first time in this match. Riley climbs up to the top rope and poses again for the crowd, this time getting a more mixed reaction than straight boos. The crowd watches intently as Riley goes for a shooting star press and as he is coming down Justin Moreno jumps up and leaps towards Riley as he catches him and does a mid-air flatliner that has both Riley and Justin both down! Tom Hartman: Did you see that?. The impact may have knocked Riley out! That was a total desperation move on behalf of Justin Moreno as both men lay out in the ring. Dexter Finch: But it may be just what Justin Moreno needed to get back in this thing Tommy. The referee starts his count as both men are down. ... 1 ... 2 ... 3 The crowd starts chanting for Moreno to get up. Crowd: Mo-Ren-O! Mo-Ren-O! Mo-Ren-O! ... 4 Vincent Delerious is over the barrier and at ringside telling Riley to get up. Both men start stirring. All the while the crowd chants Moreno’s name louder. ... 5 ... 6 ... 7 As the referee says seven Moreno kips up and lands on his feet as he pumps up the crowd and pound his fist to his chest and then put his fist into the air at the crowd. The crowd cheers. Dexter Finch: Justin Moreno, looks like he is a brand new man out there. It’s like he thrives off the cheers of the crowd. Moreno picks up Riley and does a double underhook backbreaker and goes for a pin, however Riley kicks out before the referee even starts the count. Moreno goes to pick up Riley as he pokes Moreno in the eye. Riley gets up and delivers legs kicks to Justin as doubles over in pain and Riley goes to pick him up like he is setting him him for his Breaking the Wakes (Swinging Side Slam) however Moreno spins through in and gets roll up pin! One… Two… Three! Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner… Justin Moreno Riley looks clearly upset that he has lost as he starts arguing with the referee as he is freaking out in disbelief! Moreno looks around at the cheering audience and then rolls out to the floor where he gives a furious looking Vincent Delerious a smirk as he motions that he only has one more victory to go! Tom Hartman: It looks like Vincent Delerious isn’t happy at all. Dexter Finch: Why would he be, he is just one loss away from being handcuffed and beaten by Moreno. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ We open to the fading sound of “Welcome To The Masquerade” by Thousand Foot Krutch as Deacon Black is standing, looking totally disgruntled, flanked by Komodo. Black soaks in the boos from the crowd before bringing the mic to his lips. Deacon Black: “Darius Jackson, your blatant disrespect and disregard for a talent such as myself, well it hasn’t gone unnoticed by me, and while I certainly can’t take it out on you, I can and will take it out on future opponents. This is of course, whenever I find a suitable opponent worthy of my talents. Because let’s face it, is there anyone in this horrid little division of Jr. Heavyweights worthy of my time? Hardly. In fact-“ HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW? “Boom” by POD brings out DDV to a thunderous ovation. DDV has a look on his face of amusement as he surveys Black and Komodo on his way to the ring. He enters the ring, punching his fists into the air, before asking for a mic, turning to face Black. DDV: “You come out here, run your mouth, and ask a question, but before I give you an answer, let me ask you something. Do you enjoy being a boring, annoying little douchebag?” Deacon Black: “I will not be talked to this way, I am the star of this program! I-“ DDV: “Can it! You say there’s no one here worthy of your time? Well, what do you know, I might have a match coming up next, but until then, my schedule is wide open, and since you can’t have your bodyguard here wrestle for you, I say, put up or shut up time, right here, RIGHT NOW.” The crowd pops as DDV looks ready for battle. Black smirks and rubs his chin. Deacon Black: “Is that so? You do look ready to go, don’t you? That’s a shame though, really..” Black heads for the ropes. Deacon Black: “Because it doesn’t change the fact you’re not worth my time. So I bid you all a fond farewell. BONSOIR. ENCHANTE. AND FADE TO BLACK!” Black drops the mic and exits with Komodo in tow, shaking his head at DDV, who challenges Black to get back in the ring. Black just smirks and continues backing up the ramp. As "Party Like a Rockstar" begins to play, ushering in the beginning of the next match... MATCH 4 – Jr. Heavyweight Tournament: Round 2 DDV vs. GQ Money _____________________________ Two cannon's explode from the rafters raining down MONEY! The fans boo as the realize the "money" raining down is actually fake money with GQ's face on the bills. And as the blue, green, yellow and purple spot lights blink all over the arena, the curtain flies open and GQ Money comes strutting out onto the ramp. GQ is once again dressed as a straight up high classed pimp. He holds a pimp-tastic jewel incrusted cane in one hand and a black 40oz chalice that spells PIMP in diamonds in his other hand. He holds up his chalice for all to see, before taking a big swig from it. He tosses it over his head, at PHINEAS, but he misses by a mile and it bounces on the floor. GQ poses with his cane and smiles cockily. He then fires his arms outstretched (ala Randy Orton) and slowly turns around (ala Randy Savage). He looks around with his smug grin, nods and heads down the ramp, strutting with his SWAGG the entire way. He reaches the stairs and climbs them slowly, planting each foot and strutting up the stairs and out across the ring apron. He over exaggerates raising his leg and stepping it into the ring. He pauses, turns to the crowd, lowers his pimp shades, raises his eye brows a couple times and kisses his finger and points to the camera. GQ steps into the ring between the ropes, leaving his pimp cane in the corner and throws up the "W for Whoa" hand gesture before leaning over the ropes and badmouthing Leonard Luv to the nearby camera before whipping around to face DDV who is standing in the ring awaiting the start of the match. Tom Hartman: What did he just say? Dexter Finch: Wait a minute... I speak gangster! He said that Leonard Luv is a little punk a-word b-word c-word with a tiny baby d-word that he f-words his mom with. Why is there no e-word though? He also said, “brat” a bunch of times. No idea what it means though, and what exactly is a “slim shady”? Tom Hartman: Terrific translation Dex.... it would appear that GQ isn't happy at all about how Leonard Luv disbanded the Luv Connection last week in Japan. Anyways, earlier tonight we found out that Acer will have the golden opportunity to compete in the finals of the Jr. Heavyweight title tournament at Double or Nothing thanks to a surprising upset over the champion Charles Williams earlier. Now it is down to GQ Money and DDV to compete for the second spot to go to compete for the title that Williams will have to give up come Double or Nothing. The referee goes to ring the bell when GQ's bodyguard Phineas tries to climb the apron and ducks in through the ropes, but ends up tripping on the second rope and falling flat on his face in the ring! The audience looks at the middle-aged fat man that just flopped down in the ring as does DDV for only a split second when GQ takes advantage of the distraction as if he knew Phineas was going to make an ass out of himself and hits DDV with a quick thez press into mounted punches! DDV, shoves GQ off of him and rolls to his feet right as GQ reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles that he attempts to hit DDV with, but DDV catches his arm in mid swing and wags his finger at him for his blatant attempt to cheat! The referee continues to try to shove the fat frame of Phineas out of the ring as he declares that Phineas will be forced to leave the ringside area, while DDV wrings GQ into a hammerlock and rips off the brass knuckles, tossing them to the audience, but again, GQ takes advantage of the early match chaos by throwing his leg back and connecting with a lowblow that drops DDV to his knees! The referee successfully rolls Phineas out of the ring and he flops down onto the floor like a big fat fish, turning around to see GQ stomping down on DDV. The referee gets him to back off briefly with GQ swearing at him the whole while and when DDV gets to his knees, the referee rules that the match can begin and calls for the bell. Again, GQ charges back in instantly and goes for the flash Kick (shining wizard), but DDV grabs his leg out of the air and drives him to the mat with a double leg takedown that DDV transitions into his own set of angry mounted punches! Dexter Finch: Uh oh, he's pissed! Tom Hartman: DDV certainly isn't taking kindly to GQ's sneak attacks in the early goings of this match and GQ. If there is one thing to know about DDV, it's that pulling a stunt like that only makes him go that much harder. DDV pulls GQ to his feet and smashes his head off the turnbuckle and then starts blasting him with repeated european uppercuts that almost role GQ all the way up onto the turnbuckle on impact and then DDV pulls him out of the corner into a short arm clothesline. DDV doesn't relent as he launches GQ with a gut wrench suplex towards the center of the ring and plants him with a jumping knee drop right to the forehead. DDV goes to pull GQ to his feet again, but GQ gets the thumb in the eye and swings around with a swift hammerlock transitioned into a sharp backstabber. GQ rubs at his head after the several hits he has already taken and then drags DDV's throat over the bottom rope and then chokes it against the rope with hit foot until just before the end of the 5 count and then jumps up, planting a double foot stomp straight into his back before backing up. The referee admonishes GQ for his tactics but GQ blows him off and slides to the outside of the ring right next to DDV and slaps him right across the face with his Pimp Hand Strong to a loud groan from the audience as he shouts, “ssssslllllaaapppp bitch!” Tom Hartman: Oh my... Dexter Finch: GQ dun ef'ed up Tom! HE DUN EF'ED UP! Again GQ's arrogance gets the best of him as he walks right up to DDV who is still hanging over the bottom rope and and starts trash talking straight to his face when DDV suddenly surges forward and connects with a nasty headbutt to the bridge of GQ's nose! GQ stumbles back from the crunching impact as blood can already be seen clearly seeping from his nose and DDV gets his footing and then grabs hold of the top rope and swings his feet forward through the top two ropes and and blasts GQ with a modified dropkick that drives GQ back into the barricade hard while DDV uses the momentum to slide all the way through the ropes to the outside on his feet! DDV walks right up to GQ without missing a step with an aggrevated look on his face as he plants a series of stiff knife edge chops into GQ's chest that actually gives him enough lift to roll into the front row of the crowd, only for the crowd to push GQ out of the audience back into DDV who catches him when they launch him over the barricade and throws him across the arena floor with a belly to belly suplex! Dexter Finch: Can someone say, “Sssslllaaapppp bitch?” Tom Hartman: But no one got slapped... (noticing Dex winding up to swing at him) Don't even think about it! Dexter Finch: Awww man! But I always wanted to say that and I can't unless someone gets slapped. Wait a minute... (the sound of him slapping himself across the face can be heard) Oowww! That really hurts! There is no nonsense about DDV as he rolls GQ into the ring and chased GQ to the front ropes as GQ crawls and begs for mercy, looking to get a sucker punch on DDV when he gets close, but DDV blocks it and nails another european uppercut that floors him just as quickly! He pulls GQ to his feet and motions for the crowd to get loud as he lifts GQ up into a vertical suplex position and then drops him straight down on his knee for a killer back breaker that has GQ rolling around the ring in pain! DDV calls for the crowd to get EVEN LOUDER and they start shouting like crazy as GQ crawls into the upper left corner and DDV runs in nailing him with corner snap running forearm followed a dragout clinch and knee that starts the Amping Up sequence that everyone has come to know and love! DDV rebounds off the ropes and blasts GQ with a Boston Strongarm to the back of his neck that spins him for a loop and then walks to the upper left corner, slapping his knee and motioning for a big running knee trembler! Tom Hartman: GQ Money has been turned inside out like a backwards t-shirt and it looks like DDV is about to finish this- but no! What is that dastardly man doing out here?! Just then, Deacon Black comes running down to the ringside area and jumps up onto the apron, successfully distracting the referee, but DDV doesn't notice as he measures up his shot and gets ready to knee GQ straight into next year when a masked man slides into the ring and takes his head off with a massive lariat! As it turns out, the man that attacked was indeed Deacon's business associate Komodo as he pulls DDV to his feet and quickly executes his Thug 4 Hire (chokeslam backbreaker) and slides to the outside of the ring and takes off casually back through the crowd as Deacon jumps off the apron and points the referee to the center of the ring where GQ crawls over and drapes his arm over DDV for the pin! Tom Hartman: No! Not like this! Damn that Komodo! Damn that Deacon Black! … One … Two … Three! Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner, and now advancing into the Jr. Heavyweight title tournament finals, GQ Money! The audience gives a resounding boo as “Party Like a Rockstar” picks up over the speakers again and GQ rolls to the outside of the ring, gradually coming to terms with the fact that he just won his match as he starts boasting to the audience on his way up the ramp about it as if it was all him that did the work! Tom Hartman: Like it or not, it looks like GQ Money will be moving to the finals of the Jr. Heavyweight title tournament to face Acer Stone for the title, but, oh no! Not this again, hasn't Deacon done enough damage! Dexter Finch: But Deacon didn't do anything yet! It was that scary Komodo that hit poor DDV like a freight train! Deacon slides into the ring and stands over DDV's downed body, spitting insults in his direction and then decides to take off his fancy suit jacket and locks DDV in the Fade To Black (bridging cobra clutch) on the mat! DDV struggles in the hold as Deacon applies the pressure when the audience's boos turn to cheers as down the ramp charges Billy Way! Tom Hartman: It's Billy Way! What the hell is he doing here? Dexter Finch: Maybe he's here to accept my invitation to go hangout at the park this Sunday? At first Billy Way simply watches as Deacon yanks on the hold with a feral look on his face as he salivates at the display of anger and rage in the ring excitedly! Eventually Deacon notices him and releases the hold, getting right up to Billy Way and demanding what business he has in the ring right now when Billy Way cackles like a hyena and pounces on him with a thez press of his own followed by mounted punches! Billy continues to wail away at Deacon until Komodo comes running back through the crowd to aid his employer and Billy jumps up in anticipation and motions for Komodo to bring it on! Komodo goes for another huge lariat on Billy Way, but Billy ducks it while Deacon rolls out of the ring and Billy flies at Komodo for a crossbody only for Komodo to grab him out of the air in a bear hug position before whipping him to the mat! Billy flies at him again and Komodo grabs him by the throat looking to hit him with a chokeslam backbreaker when DDV taps Komodo's shoulder and when Komodo releases Billy and turns around, DDV picks him for a fireman's carry and dumps Komodo over the ropes to the outside of the ring as the audience goes crazy! Komodo gets up right away as if falling like that didn't phase him in the slightest and looks ready to dart back into the ring to continue the fight with the awaiting DDV and Billy Way when Deacon shouts his name and commands Komodo to retreat with him! Deacon and Komodo walk up the ramp as Deacon shouts at the unlikely pair of DDV and Billy Way who take to the turnbuckles and pose to the audience in some manner of victory. _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ Freddy Morris: "I'm here backstage with none other than Darkness, one of the most decorated and well known divas in the whole wrestling industry!" The camera pans out to show Freddy standing next to Darkness in front of her locker room the young woman having her hands in her pockets casually and a kind smile on her face. She gives a nod to the camera before Freddy continues talking. Freddy Morris: "Darkness, for the past couple of weeks you've been taking some pretty nasty head shots from Luv and Gemini, and you've even attacked Luv on multiple occasions. What exactly are your plans to fix this?" Darkness shifts in her spot and looks down before flickering her olive orbs into his direction. Darkness: "Gemini says I'm going to have to go through her to get to Luv. If that is the only way, then that is what I plan to do. You see Freddy, Luv thinks he can hide behind my friend and use her to his advantage, thinking that I won't do what I have to in order to kick his sorry ass. I'm done with it. If Gemini wants to be put down then so be it; but in the end he's going to get what is coming to him. My heel in the side of his head." Freddy Morris: "But the doctors have confirmed that you have sustained multiple concussions in recent months; weeks even. Rumors have stated that it's best you take some time off." Darkness: "It's true that they say my concussions will eventually catch up to me, but I'm not resting until I get my friend back. This isn't about me and my condition; it's about making sure my friend is away from that slug. And like I said, if it means taking her out and then him... I'll be happy to oblige." She turns to walk away, but her eyes widen as a chair comes out of no where. Ducking in a split second the chair misses her and slams into Freddy Morris, the interviewer falling to the ground. Quickly the camera zooms out to expose Luv holding the chair with sunglasses on his face and a twisted smile curled on his lips. Leonard Luv: "You think you can best me Darky? You think you can beat someone out of your league!?" He goes to swing at her again but Darkness suddenly grabs the chair, the two starting to fight over it. Leonard Luv: "You don't stand a GODDAMN CHANCE SWEETHEART!" Darkness gives a yell and slams her foot into his knee causing him to let go of the chair and buckle down. Lifting the chair she goes to strike him with it but instinctively he punches the chair causing it to fly backwards and slam into her face. Wincing he clutches his hand and backs away, Darkness having dropped the chair and cupped her face. However there was a moment where time seemed to stop. Darkness had locked her gaze onto Luv as her hands slowly moved away to reveal blood cascading down from her nose. It was then that Luv turned and quickly darted, Darkness giving chase much like last time. Yet instead of the cameras following, they turn to show Gemini standing there a twisted grin on her lips and a cute laugh escaping. Opening the door to Darkness's locker room she begins to open anything and everything, yanking out contents and throwing them across the floor. Bright blue eyes danced around until they spotted Darkness's bag on a nearby chair. Gemini: "Ha! Jackpot!" Going to the bag she opened it up and began pulling contents out, though eventually gave an irritated huff as she puffed out her cheeks. This wasn't what she was looking for! Where was the good stuff!? Gemini kept flinging out random items. Clothes, no. Make up? No. Oh, a cellphone! Taking Darkness's cell she examined it happily and reached in the bag with her free hand. There was a rattling, of which she stopped. Gemini: "Oh?" Tossing the cellphone aside she dug through the bag and pulled out a bottle of unlabeled pills. Giving it a shake she examined it closely and a devilish smile crept over her face. Gemini: "Mista' Leo Luv is gonna' LOVE me for sure!" Standing up straight she skipped out of the room and closed the door. _____________________________ ***ELSEWHERE BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ The scene is backstage as we see Meghan Cross walking backstage with her fiancé Baylee, holding hands as a public display of affection. Meghan is wearing a T-Shirt that says "Marriage Is About The Hearts, NOT The Parts." with leather bracelets with rainbow-colored studs on them and a pair of low rise jeans with purple Chuck Taylors and a black fedora on her head as Baylee is wearing a Paramore T-Shirt with jeans on as Meghan starts speaking to Baylee. Meghan Cross: Sure you won't stay tonight? Baylee Delacroix: After what happened last time I was here... Baylee pauses, biting her lower lip in fear recalling what Livvy Doll did to her with the "gun". Meghan nods in understanding. Meghan Cross: I don't blame you. I wish it wasn't this way right now, but I'm gonna make sure this stops. Promise. Baylee smiles sweetly at Meghan as they give each other a slow, soft, and sweet kiss like any couple that truly loves one another. Just then, Rain Singh walks by in disgust and snorts at Meghan and Baylee. Rain Singh: Didn't you get the "No Dykes Allowed In The Locker Room" memo? Meghan purses her lips together, her eyes burning with anger as she manages to calmly speak to Baylee. Meghan Cross: On that note, I got something to take care of right now. I'll see you tonight, sweetie. Baylee hugs Meghan good-bye and gives her a quick kiss as Baylee leaves the scene. The locker room hallway scene then focuses on Rain, who keeps muttering homophobic comments to herself. Rain Singh: Why did they sign that fucking les- Just then, Meghan turns Rain around and absolutely bitch slaps the ever-loving hell out of Rain, turning Rain for a loop as Meghan grabs her by the throat and pushes her HARD into the locker room wall. Rain sneers at Meghan as she makes another snide comment. Rain Singh: I wouldn't let Baylee find out you came onto- Meghan slaps her HARD again and snarls through clenched teeth. Meghan Cross: Shut. The Fuck. Up, Rain. You don't GET to speak right now. So what you're gonna do right now is stand there like the douche-nozzle that you are and listen VERY fucking carefully, hun. Meghan pauses, her voice quivering with emotion as her whole body shakes with legitimate rage. Meghan Cross: From day one, Day. Fucking. One. Ever since I have been here, you have done nothing but make piece of shit comments about me, in the back, on social media, and for WAY too long, I've let this shit just go because I don't like to get into confrontations. But if you fuck with me enough, I'm gonna fight back. I'm tired of being YOUR door-mat. I'm tired of the verbal, mental and physical abuse from you and the creepy fan-girl. I put up with it long enough, but now you've got me in full-blown "I don't give a flying fuck"-mode. This shit ENDS tonight. We can end it in the ring OR back here, I don't give a shit either way at this point. Just then, Darius Jackson walks into the scene and sees Meghan, gently guiding her away from Rain, who actually looks taken aback by the rage emanating from Meghan as he starts to speak. Darius Jackson: You won't be fighting Rain back here, Miss Cross... Rain sneers at Meghan who looks like she is about to blow another gasket. Darius Jackson: As you both know, you are set to compete in a few short minutes and I will not have you two jeopardize the show by tearing into each other backstage like this. I've seen the Tweets between Rain and Miss Cross back and forth for months. Meghan clearly wants this match. The fans want this match. And, hell, I want this match, so we're going to see it happen tonight! Rain Singh: Fine by me Mr. Pirate... but it will be on you when you have to pay for her hospital bills 'cause I'm going to beat her so badly that even her bitch won't want to kiss her ugly ass face! Meghan looks like she is about to pounce again, but Darius gives her a look that says, "stay back". Darius Jackson: Well Rain, if you are so confident in the outcome of this match. Why don't we make things a little more interesting.... not only will you two be facing off tonight, but the NWA World Woman's title will be on the line as well! The fans pop even louder upon hearing this news. Rain Singh: This isn't fair! You can't- Darius Jackson: Yes I can and just did miss Singh! You best go get ready. Rain storms off grumbling as Meghan mockingly blows her a kiss but instead extends her middle finger at Rain, smiling at Darius' decision before we cut to commercial break. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ Darkness wiped the blood from her nose with the back of her hand. Asshole had gotten away, yet again, but at least she wasn't laid out this time. Calming down her breathing from the pursuit the woman reached her locker room and opened the door, only to stop. Darkness: "....Gem...." Without hesitation she ran to her bag as she saw it open, the contents everywhere. Hysterically Darkness rummaged through it and soon dumped the rest out on the floor. Throwing the bag to the side she scattered her clothes and everything else that was on the floor in mad attempts of searching for something. Something that wasn't there. Darkness: "No no no no! Shit! They aren't here!" Her voice was soft as she was on her hands in knees, finally finding her phone. Crawling to it she grasped it in her hands and stood up. Frantically pressing buttons she managed to hit the 'dial' button and swiftly walked out where cameras followed. A hand ran through her hair as she tried to calm down. Something was obviously wrong and it was confirmed as she stopped a stage hand. Darkness: "There's been an emergency; tell Jackson I'm leaving right now and I'll give him a call as soon as possible." The male blinked and gave a nod, Darkness offering him a pat on the back as she was walking once more towards the parking lot. Darkness: "Davis? It's me. Look, I need a refill ASAP. I'm booking the first flight back as we speak..." Darkness pushes open a door and the cameras stop following, though zoom in on her frame through the window as she enters the parking lot. Just then we see, Luv and Gemini sneak out from behind a corner, Luv holding the bottle of pills and being very intrigued by Darkness' reaction. Leonard Luv: Well, well, well... Would you look at that! I was hoping for a cellphone or something so we could really ruin that bitchola's life, but I think you might have stumbled upon something even better sweet cheeks! Haha! |
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_____________________________ ***SCENE FADES Back To The Ring*** _____________________________ Tom Hartman: I'm concerned about the pills Luv and Gemini just stole from Darkness, but the show must go on as coming up next, we just heard it will be Rain Singh versus Meghan Cross, with the gold on the line! Dexter Finch: In a Leprechaun's Pot of Gold Match! Tom Hartman: Right... wait, what?!? No, that's not even... *sigh* MATCH 5 – NWA World Woman's Title Match Rain Singh (c) vs. Meghan Cross _____________________________ Cordelia Stewart: The next match is for the NWA World Woman’s Title! Introducing first, the challenger from Gulf Shores, Alabama… The Equal Opportunity Butt-Kicker…. MEGHAN CROSS! As the lights flash quickly from pink to teal as the intro to "A Trigger Full Of Promises" by Walls of Jericho begins to play with smoke billowing from the stage, we see Meghan Cross bust out of the curtain upon hearing the opening scream of the song, head banging to the music, oblivious to the crowd as they give her a good pop, out from the entrance position, jogging out with a determined look on her face, and pounding her chest getting the crowd psyched, wearing a black leather sports-bra type of top and tight black MMA style shorts with a rainbow stripe down the sides and rainbow colored tassels on the leggings like CIMA's trunks. She also has on black Hayabusa style wrist sleeves with a rainbow pattern and rainbow colored tassels, black elbow pads, black knee pads, and black wrestling boots with rainbow colors and black Austin Aries style kickpads with rainbow colored tassels on the boots. She pauses to get the crowd psyched up, banging her head quickly in tune with the music. Then once the chorus kicks in, Meghan starts to head to the ring, with a serious look on her face, bobbing her head to the music, pointing to the fans with a slight smile as she tags hands with a few fans as she is seemingly lost in the music. She pauses to jump in place for a moment before she runs around ringside, rhythmically tagging hands with the fans still bobbing her head, before finally sliding in the ring on her stomach and sitting up, banging her head once again to the music, pointing at the fans again, pumping her chest before jumping up to her feet from a kneeling position and running the ropes a couple of times before dropping to her knees in the center of the ring pumping her fists, arching her back to look to the heavens with her fists in the air for a brief, dramatic pause before pounding her fists on the canvas and jumping to her feet. She then runs to the nearest turnbuckle and again points to the fans with a slight smile while banging her head to the music, taking a moment to soak in the crowd's reaction as she allows a smile to come across her face before jumping down pumping her fists, pounding the canvas and crouching down awaiting her opponent's arrival with her head bowed in silent prayer before she crosses herself, points to heaven and pounds the canvas one more time, stretching against the ropes as the music dies down. Cordelia Stewart: And her opponent… from Mumbai, India… she is the NWA World Woman’s Champion… the Modern Day Rebel…. RAIN SINGH! The drum beat of "Born free" by MIA starts off slow as the lights starts flickering in to the tune of the beat. Once the beat faster, the lights also starts flickering faster as Rain Singh comes out with Marco Cruze trailing behind her. Once we hear the “WOO” lifts up the hoodie and allows the fans to see her face as she is grinning evilly. As the chorus starts, she starts walking down the ramp with Marco who is telling the fans to respect her. Rain doesn’t give a damn about the fans as her eyes are solely focused on the ring and only on the ring. She then hops to the steel steps and takes a look at the fans before giving them a middle finger as Marco just shakes his head, not proud of Rain’s behaviour. Rain then enters the ring and starts talking to herself about how her opponent is worthless and hyping herself while listening to Marco’s tips and instructions. After he has offered up his tips, he climbs down and stands calmly near that corner of the ring. Tom Hartman: This one should be a good one folks, these two ladies’ styles compliment each other well. Equal parts skilled poetry and violence… Dexter Finch: Poetry and violence… have you been reading my E-Harmony.com profile about my perfect first date, Tom? Tom Hartman: Eh, no Dex…. You use E-Harmony? Dexter Finch: Hey look, … WRESTLING! Rain and Meghan lock up in the center of the ring. Rain with a quick knee lift and rake of the eyes, she takes Cross over with a snapmare and bounces off the ropes, nailing a low dropkick to Meghan’s face! She hauls her up and drills her with European uppercuts, doubles her over with a low elbow to the gut and then floors her with a snap DDT. Marco Cruze starts applauding Rain and tries climbing up on the apron, but the referee is quick to act, barking orders at Marco Cruze… chastising him and putting him in his place. He motions to the back like he’s tempted to throw him out of here already! Tom Hartman: Wow, the ref is laying down the law immediately here, he wants no funny business from Marco Cruze. Dexter Finch: Funny like ‘haha, do I amuse you Tom? How am I so funny?’ Tom Hartman: Aaaand…. Somebody watched Goodfellas last night. Careful, we don’t need any f-words. Dexter Finch: What like… Frodo? Seriously, what the Frodo, Tom! Tom Hartman: And you also watched Lord of the Rings… Dexter Finch: How did you know? Tom Hartman: Lucky guess….. Rain whips Meghan into the corner and comes at her with a handspring back elbow smash… but Meghan counters that with a stiff forearm shot to the back of the head, and grabs her up for a modified Aztex suplex, first bouncing Rain’s noggin off the top turnbuckle and then spinning around and suplexing her down onto the back of her head! Meghan is feeling it now, picking up Rain and locking in a cravat clutch, peppering her midsection with repeated knee strikes in the hold. She transitions that into a single knee facebreaker and covers… ... One Kickout! Meghan just slaps her hands together, hoping that was it… and quickly heads out to the apron. As Rain staggers back up, Meghan launches into the ring with a springboard clothesline…. Countered with a superkick by Rain! That impact was like a gun going off in the arena, and both ladies slump to the mat. Marco is now pogoing outside the ring, turning redder by the instant, yelling at Rain to put away the challenger. Rain rolls over and drapes an arm… ... One ... Two Kickout! Rain shakes off the grogginess and heads over to the corner, climbing the ropes. Meghan pulls herself back up and Rain leaps, catching her with a diving hurricanrana that sends Meghan end over end crashing back to the mat. Rain shoots on a single leg crab… but Meghan refuses to tap. The pain is evident on her face, but she scratches and claws her way over… finally she gets a finger… a hand on the bottom rope. The ref starts counting and Rain breaks at 4 and then gets in the ref’s face bitching at him. He points to his ref shirt and threatens to DQ her, which she just shrugs off. She heads over to pick up Meghan but Meghan grabs the front of her trunks and yanks her down, and Rain goes tumbling outside the ring. Rain gets up and starts jawing with the fans. This allows Meghan a moment, and she makes the most of it… she runs the ropes and unleashes a corkscrew plancha onto Rain as she turns around! Both women are down at ringside now… and Marco Cruze is looking to interfere but casts a wary eye at the ref, who is watching him like a hawk. Meghan pulls Rain up… drills her with a heart punch that staggers her, Meghan runs up the ring steps quickly and leaps at her… Yakuza kick! Cross is up, feeling it… nails the Per-Plex-er (Sidewinder suplex) on the floor and slides into the ring. Realizing she can’t win the belt via count-out… she goes out to retrieve Rain as the count reaches 7. She slings Rain into the ring and follows in behind. Tom Hartman: The challenger is giving Rain everything she wants and then some. ELITE may have a problem here. Dexter Finch: Aw son, they got 99 problems but a title switch ain’t one! Meghan picks Rain up and places her on the top turnbuckle, looking for that top rope snap Frankensteiner… she leaps up with her legs around Rain’s head… and Rain catches her and dives forward… drilling the Hail Mary powerbomb from the top rope! Both women are down in the middle of the ring now. Rain is the first one up, smiling sadistically. She picks up Meghan and drills a spinning heel kick. She picks up Maghen and nails a German suplex, keeps the fingers locked and hauls her back up, a spinning transition quickly into a bridging Northern Lights suplex for the pin… ... One ... Two Kickout! Rain slaps the mat in frustration now, and Marco Cruze is jawing with the referee about a slow count. Cruze climbs up on the apron holding a chair right in the ref’s face. Meghan staggers up and Rain runs at her for a spear… Meghan slumps back down lying face down holding her neck, and Rain accidently slams into the ref and Marco! The chair flies into the ring and Marco tumbles to the arena floor, and the ref slumps to the mat. Rain is holding her head, bent over in the ring. And out of nowhere Livvy Doll runs down to ringside and nails N2U (springboard facebuster) on Rain Singh right on the chair in the ring! The arena goes nuts, and Livvy grabs the chair and slides out of the ring. Meghan rolls over, winded and confused…. She sees Rain down with a confused out-of-it look and rolls over on top of her. The ref sees the cover and slides gingerly into position to count the fall… ... One ... Two ... Three!!! Marco Cruze sits up, his eyes bugging out of his head. Livvy rolls back into the ring, holding the chair, bouncing up and down. She pulls the groggy Meghan Cross up, giddy as can be. Livvy Doll: You did it! You did it! And I helped you, baby! (she screams into Meghan’s face, slapping her hand on the chair. She goes in for a kiss, but Meghan shoves her back) Meghan has a confused scrunched up look on her face. She processes what Livvy is saying, and she is shaking her head in disbelief. Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen… your winner and NEW… Meghan yanks the microphone away from Cordelia. Meghan Cross: Wait, wait… hold on a minute. Livvy, you said you helped…. With that chair?!? (she asks, pointing… and Livvy enthusiastically bobs her head affirmative.) Ref, did you hear that… can… can I see the replay please??? The production truck replays the closing moments of the match as Meghan and the referee look on. Meghan Cross: Listen… I want this belt just about more than anything… but… not like this. So referee, if you can use Livvy’s confession and the video evidence…. I’d like you to please disqualify me, okay? The referee looks shocked, but then shrugs and nods mouthing to Cordelia Stewart. Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a disqualification… and STILL the NWA Woman’s World Champion… Rain Singh! By this time Rain has staggered to her feet, hearing the announcement. Meghan hands her the belt… and Rain nods… then slaps Meghan! Livvy then tries to attack Rain but she ducks the chair swing from Livvy… and Meghan tackles Livvy to the mat! Marco is barking orders from outside… and here comes Ambiance!!! She shoves down Marco and spears Rain! Ambiance is slamming Rain’s head on the mat, cursing at her. Livvy is hugging onto Meghan’s leg, as Meghan stomps her with her free boot. Livvy turns the tide and tackles Meghan to the mat, trying to kiss her again! Just then Darius Jackson’s music hits and he struts out on the ramp. Darius Jackson: Whoa, whoa, whoa, chicks… y’all need to be cool! Freeze! This is damn near ridiculous!!! Now you four ladies got some serious beef… I don’t dare to deny that. But we ain’t settling a damn thing in Cat Fight Hour going on right now. So… next Rage, y’all wanna fight? There’s gonna be a fight… a ladies tag team match… Ambiance and Meghan Cross are gonna team up to take on Rain Singh and Livvy Doll! Book it… Darius Jackson has spoken! Darius smirks and holds out his arms, dropping the microphone, as these ladies seem a bit less than pleased. Tom Hartman: Will, this is certainly unconventional… Ambiance and Meghan Cross both want a piece of Rain Singh and Livvy Doll… but Doll just planted Singh on a chair moments ago. And well… Ambiance is hard-pressed to get along with anyone. This will be a combustible encounter. Dexter Finch: I’m still trying to figure out this last match… by my math… the current NWA Woman’s World Champion is… Dexter Finch! Tom Hartman: *sigh* Is that your final answer? Fans, we have to move along now… that was intense! _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We open with a shot of Sentinel lacing up his boots. Barging in through the door, with a huge cheesy smile on his face, is The Kumquat Kid. Sentinel raises an eyebrow. Sentinel: “And?” Kumquat Kid: “It’s official, I’m back at the next Rage! Woot, woot, woot!” Sentinel doesn’t smile, just finishes lacing his boot, planting his feet on the floor. His arms are crossed, examining his friend. Sentinel: “You sure about this?” Kumquat Kid: “Listen, Sean, we’ve had this conversation already. Don’t spoil it for me, ok?” Sentinel: “I’m not spoiling anything, just telling you as I did before. Think of your friends, your family, the people who had to watch you sit in a hospital bed for weeks, that’s all. It’s not just about you, man.” Kumquat Kid: “I never said it was. What’s wrong with you, man? You’re not the same anymore.” Sentinel: “Well this isn’t the same place it was when you left. Things have changed. Sometimes you need to change, to stay ahead.” Kumquat Kid: “Yeah, I guess.” Sentinel: “Gotta run.” Kumquat Kid: “Yeah. Catch ya later.” Sentinel slings the Rage Title over his shoulder and exits the room. Ryan sighs and rubs his chin. Suddenly, Leonard Luv saunters up to Ryan. Leonard Luv: “Gosh, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say perhaps there’s some dissention in the land of Citrus Sting.” Kumquat Kid: “You would say that, wouldn’t you?” Leonard Luv: “Hey, don’t get all defensive, I just call it like I see it. Speaking of which, I don’t know what you’re trying to prove coming back so soon, but I can tell you this, you’re going to wish you never did.” Kumquat Kid: “Is that so?” Leonard Luv: “Did I stutter? You two don’t equal the talent I possess, and it’s only a matter of time before a more qualified individual becomes Rage Champion. You wouldn’t know anything about being a qualified champion, so, sorry if that went over your head.” Before Ryan can reply, Luv laughs and walks away, leaving a seething Kumquat Kid staring out in Luv’s direction. _____________________________ ***ELSEWHERE BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We cut backstage to see Freddy Morris standing with “Diamond” James Galleon backstage, who has a look of smug confidence about him. Freddy is also sporting a cartoony looking “X” bandage on his forehead from the chair shot he received earlier. Freddy Morris: My guest at this time is James Galleon- James Galleon: -That is DIAMOND James Galleon to you you little cretin! And let us be clear that the only reason I'm tolerating you right now is because while you may be be a shining example of the common riff-raff that seems to get hired here because Excelsior is too cheap to hire more dignified on-screen personalities such as myself, you are still leagues better than that loathsome, hairy beast Ricky Diamond and his slightly less repulsive sasquatch friend. Freddy Morris: (looking a little hurt by Galleon's comments) Well, “Diamond” James Galleon, I was wondering what your thoughts are on your non-title main event match with the new Rage Superstar champion Sentinel in just a few minutes. James Galleon: First of all, I am OUTRAGED by the fact that the Rage title isn't on the line because as you all know, I am the only man on this roster worthy of gold! The audience cheers while Galleon continues to talk as they notice Ricardo Diamondo sneaking up behind James Galleon in a very cartoonish way, making faces behind Galleon's back and motioning for the audience to be quiet. James Galleon: Mr. Jackson finally came to his senses and put me in the main event that I bloody deserve! And- what in the bloody hell?! Suddenly, Ricardo gets right up behind James Galleon and yanks down his pants to reveal his tighty-whities for the world to see as the audience laughes their asses off! Galleon goes to take a swing at Ricardo, but trips flat on his face when he tries to run with his pants around his ankles! Ricardo Diamondo: Haha-hahaha-HA! You have messed with the wrong nefariously evil mastermind's half-twin brother three times removed senor Galleon! And now you have felt the nefariously evil pantsing of El Ricardo Diamondo as I am pure evil! Ricardo, Awwwaaayyyy! Ricardo makes a “swoosh” noise with his mouth and grabs his cape, jumping off screen while Galleon pulls his pants up and returns to his feet. James Galleon: Curse you Ricky Diamond! Freddy Morris: Uh... it's Ricardo Diamondo sir... James Galleon: Oh shut the hell up! _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ MAIN EVENT – Non-Title Match Sentinel vs. James Galleon _____________________________ Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is your Rage Main Event!!! HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAY! As the shrill voice of The Kumquat blasts over the PA system, Orange and green strobelights pulse and flicker as "Sell Out" by Reel Big Fish blares and The Kumquat Kid emerges to a nice ovation, bouncing up and down. Dexter Finch: Hey… what’s this? Tom Hartman: I forgot to tell you Dex, The Kumquat Kid will be joining us on commentary tonight! Dexter Finch: Yaaaaaay! Ryan sprints down the aisle to the ring, slapping hands all around the ring until hoping up onto the announce table and yelling out “VIVA LA KUMQUAT!” as Dex echo’s the gesture! He plops off the desk into the chair, planting himself right between Hartman and Finch! Ryan Lewis: What’s going on amigos? Tom Hartman: Not to much Rya-- Dexter Finch: YOU’RE BACK! YAAAAAY! Dex and Ryan exchange a super secret hand shake as the crowd around them laugh. Dexter Finch: What did you bring me?? Tom Hartman: Dex, Ryan’s a very busy guy, I doubt he had time-- Ryan Lewis: THUNDERCATS!!! Dexter Finch: HOOOOOOOO!!! Ryan and Dex begin un packing Lewis’ shoe box of Thundercats as the crowd begin to boo when; “Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi (Carmina Burana)” by Nota Profana begins to dynamically ring through the air as the lights dim and a curtain of golden sparks falls and blankets the entrance way. After the drums roll and the music settles into its next phase, the spark curtains begin to move to the sides to reveal James Galleon standing and smiling smugly in the entrance way wearing some fancy-looking blue robes. He walks down the ramp, spinning a few times to make sure that the audience is admiring his presence as a golden fireworks display goes off on the ramp behind him. He makes his way down to the ring, being sure to flirt with a couple of women and occasionally mouthing off to people in the audience and the ringside crew. Once he gets to the ring, he quickly makes his way up the stairs and along the apron, ducking between the ropes and spinning once again in the center of the ring before bending down on one knee and delivering a very regal looking bow with a smug grin on his face. He goes to his corner and jumps up onto the turnbuckle, raising his arms out arrogantly before taking his spot to start the match. Tom Hartman: James Galleon has a huge opportunity tonight to make a major impact on the championship rankings here in Rage, with a win over the champion, you’d have to imagine it would put Galleon into immediate contention… Dexter Finch: (Paying no attention to Tom) “Okay, I’ll be Lion-O for the first ten minutes and then we’ll switch right?” Ryan Lewis: “Fair enough…” Tom Hartman: Okay… “Pay For This” by Gemini Syndrome hits, as the crowd pops HUGE! Intense blue and white lights shine down on a lone figure in a black leather coat with a hood. The figure slowly and eerily makes his way down towards the ring, the lights and dry ice fog making the entire scene incredibly eerie. The figure reaches ringside, and turns away, flipping back the hood, to reveal the face of one...Sean Roland. A thunderous ovation engulfs the arena as the man in black snaps one finger pointing directly at (his opponent)! He looks around at the crowd for a moment, then throws his arms up in his characteristic V. At this very moment the ramp and ring are lit in red as electric blue pyrotechnics emerge from the top stage. He slides into the ring and quickly stands up, throwing his hands up in a V again as blue pyros go off from each turnbuckle. While heading to his corner of the ring he will remove his jacket, revealing the EWS Rage Championship for the first time in his possession. Sentinel removes his shirt, revealing his signature tattoos and body piercings. Tom Hartman: This is going to be a good one. Ryan, one has to wonder if there is any animosity between you and Sentinel? Dexter Finch: Shhh. We’re playing… Ryan Lewis: No Dex, he’s right, need to focus here. No, naw, nada, zip, zilch… I think… Tom Hartman: You think? Ryan Lewis: Well you know, he’s been busy I’ve been busy, we really haven’t had too much time to talk besides a small bit earlier… Tom Hartman: So other than that, you haven’t spoken since last Friday? Ryan Lewis: Well when you say it like that it sounds bad… I have an uncle Larry I haven’t seen in like 9 months, doesn’t mean that I’m not still his favorite citrus flavored nephew, does it…? Huh? Yeah. Gotcha there, didn’t it? Dexter Lewis: POINT for the kumquat! Sentinel and Galleon begin to circle out around each other as the match begins. Galleon seems painfully aware of the height difference between he and Sentinel and every time Sentinel advances on him, Galleon back pedals, and sticks his upper body between the ropes, getting the referee to walk him back. Both the crowd and Sentinel grow very tired of this tactic, as Galleon pulls it off for the fourth time in the match. Sentinel tries to push past the referee and take a swipe at Galleon regardless, but the referee threatens disqualification. Seeing his opportunity Galleon side kicks the side of Sentinel’s knee, causing him to holler as he drops to a knee and Galleon is immediately all over him, bulling him down into a side headlock and fists. Sentinel uses his superior strength and powers out, shoving Galleon off, but cannot match the challengers speed and is met with a front shoot kick to the upper chest, right under his neck, stumbling the champion back. Galleon quickly locks arms and shoves the champion into the ropes, twisting him around and slamming him with a Regal Cutter! Galleon bounced up and began an assault of leaping knee drops to the crown of the champion, forcing him to seek refuge in the ropes. This lead to Galleon having no choice but to gloat; James Galleon: “THIS IS YOUR CHAMPION? DO YOU SEE HOW EASILY I HAVE DISSECTED HIM? The crowds boos quickly turn back to pops as a surprised Galleon turned to find the Sentinel on his feet, jacking his jaw with an uppercut! Galleon stumbles back into the ropes and walks into another removing him from his feet temporarily! He bounced back up and this time was peppered with straight jabs to the jaw, each one rocking Galleon back a few more steps. Sentinel jabbed him back into the ropes before stepping in and whipping him across the ring. Galleon rebounded and ran right into a double handed throat thrust! Galleon stumbled back choking as Sentinel rebounded off the ropes behind Galleon and nailed a Throwback! Tom Hartman: Flipping neckbreaker by the big man! Cover… …ONE! …TWO!! KICKOUT at Two! Tom Hartman: There is nothing pretty about Sentinel’s offense these days. He just seems like he’s out to hurt you… Dexter Finch: He scares the crap outta me. Sorry, I know he’s your friend, but he does… Ryan Lewis: Yeah I know. He scares me too. That whole thing with Leonard Luv and then Preacher… it’s changed Sean. He’s a different man now… Tom Hartman: Although guys, you can’t argue with results. He IS the champion now… Ryan Lewis: Yep… and I guess that’s what’s most important to him these days… Sentinel drags Galleon up by a handful of hair, then goozles him with his right hand, growling into the challengers face. Sentinel suddenly runs forward with Galleon slamming him back first into the turnbuckle, and whilst still roaring, begins to kick the ever loving hell out of Galleon, dropping him lower and lower into the corner with each boot… Tom Hartman: Good lord. The rage he is releasing… Dexter Finch: See, this is what scares me! He’s in my dreams now! Ryan Lewis: I don’t… I don’t know where this Rage is coming from…? Dudes generally a pretty mellow guy. I’d just assumed that when he finally finished off Preacher and this was all over, that he’d go back to being the guy I’ve been best friends with my whole life… Sentinel continues to viciously kick the crap out of James Galleon, effectively booting him to a seated position where he begins to face wash Galleon viciously. Hard boot scraps run the length of Galleon’s rat face, as he muffled screams from under the boot. Suddenly Sentinel takes off for the ropes, rebounds, looking to drive the sole of his boot into Galleon’s face… but Galleon wisely rolls from the ring! Sentinel, pot committed, misses the kick and tangles himself up in the bottom rope. Galleon, narrowly missing the impact, stumbles forward, still on Dream Street having his brains scrambled, grabs Sentinel’s tangled leg and snaps it off the ring post! Sentinel howls, as a leg is not meant to bend in that opposite direction, and pulls himself free of the ropes, clutching his knee in pain. Tom Hartman: Galleon just managed to avoid that impact, and you have to imagine it would have been over had he landed that. Ryan Lewis: This match is just getting ugly. Bowling Shoe ugly Tom. And I should know a thing or two about that; I have a mint collection of bowling shoes from the 1950’s. Dexter Finch: Really? Ryan Lewis: Really. I never joke about bowling shoes… Galleon returned to the ring with a zeroed in focus; Destroy that knee of Sentinel. Kicks to the top, side, reverse of the knee, all with the intent to harm. Galleon would single out the leg and drop inside elbows to the knee, then while on the floor, firing off rapid elbows to the top of the knee joint. Sentinel, in tremendous amounts of pain, kept laying back on the mat, and the referee kept counting short ONE and TWO counts until Sentinel rolled his shoulders off the mat. Sentinel would lean forward and grab Galleon by the hair, trying to break the hold, as the referee would lay into Galleon with a count. Sentinel broke the hair hold, just milla seconds before the ref was about to throw out the match, only for Sentinel to FISH-HOOK Galleon! Sentinel pulls back Galleon’s head just enough to drive the point of his elbow into Galleon’s forehead! The hold breaks as Galleon rolls off of Sentinel and it’s apparent that Galleon is bleeding… badly. Tom Hartman: Oh man, Galleon is busted open deep! Dexter Finch: Ewwww. I think I might- *feints* Ryan Lewis: Man down, MAN DOWN! The crowd reacts as the blood pours from the gaping cut on Galleon’s head. As Galleon remains on his hands and knees, the blood pools quickly into a puddle below his head. Sentinel pay no mind though and steps in, Hoofing Galleon in the ribs, rolling Galleon over and from the ring to the floor with a meaty thud. Sentinel shakes out his knee, as it’s clearly bothering him, as he gingerly limps to the ropes. Galleon, has trouble getting to his feet and stumbles off of them, falling back into the barricade… Tom Hartman: James Galleon needs help. He needs a medic. Ryan Lewis: And we need smelling salts pronto, Finch is out! The ring doctor runs over to Galleon checking on him, placing a gauze bandage over the gaping hole in Galleon’s head. The camera gets a nice spot of it, looking like a face Vagina, grossing out everyone watching. Tom Hartman: Oh my god, that’s hard to see… Dexter Finch: Wha, what’s going on… oh gross- *feints again* Ryan Lewis: The ref needs to stop this one, cause- oh dammit Sean… what are you doing? Sentinel rolls from the ring and yells at the officials to MOVE! Shooing everyone away, Sentinel grabs Galleon from behind and deadlifts him up… and tosses Galleon German Suplex style back first into the ring apron! The crowd groans from the impact, as a stoic looking Sentinel lurks over top of him, as Galleon cries out in pain, trying to crawl away. But Sentinel will have none of it. He reaches down and rolls Galleon back into his yard of destruction. Galleon crawls, still bleeding badly from his head, trying to get away from Sentinel. Sentinel stoically walks along side of Galleon and then yells down to him, “YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR SINS!” and raises a foot over Galleon’s head... when the referee runs in and waves his hands no, telling Sentinel he’s had enough… Tom Hartman: Oh man… Ryan Lewis: Don’t do it buddy. He’s not the bad guy… The referee continues to reason with Sentinel, to which he seems to listen, lowering his foot. The referee explains that he is going to end the match, awarding Sentinel the victory, when Suddenly Sentinel’s expression changes and he VICIOUSLY stomps down on Galleon’s head! The referee looks shocked and waves his hands rolling from the ring, talking to Cordelia. Sentinel just stands and watches as medical staff pour into the ring to check on Galleon. Even a couple of the new workers, Jankowski, Fame and Shaw even come out from the back to assist. Even Galleons current nemesis Ricardo Diamondo comes out from the back and enters the ring, standing in the corner, talking with Shaw. Tom Hartman: Good lord, the ring is filling up, and officials are trying to convince Sentinel to leave as they check on James Galleon. Sentinel doesn’t respond, doesn’t even move a muscle until: Cordelia Stewart: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has informed me that your winner, by Disqualification… JAMES GALLEON! Suddenly Sentinel’s head snaps, eyes wide and fiery as he stares down Cordelia! His gaze snaps back to Galleon and he shoves the officials out of the way to get to Galleon. Jankowski and Shaw jump in front and hold up their hands, only for each of them to get jaw jacked with an uppercut! Officials start getting tossed over the ropes left and right, as Nate Fame is smart enough to roll from the ring himself to escape harm. Even an unlikely assist comes from Ricardo stepping in front and trying to calm down Sentinel, but Sentinel slaps a goozle on Diamondo and chokeslams him over the ropes to the floor!!! Sentinel spins and swings at the next man shouting his name… and just barely manages to pulls short, from clobbering Ryan Lewis who’s entered the ring to try and help! The scare, again drops Lewis to his seat, covering his face from immanent impact. And almost immediately, Sentinel snaps out of it. Shaking his head and his eyes blinking wildly, he looks down at Lewis, seeing the fear and questions in his eyes and immediately begins apologizing. But Lewis just holds up his hands, telling Roland to stay back. Sean tries to explain himself saying “That wasn’t me…” but Lewis isn’t hearing it, telling him again to stay back, shaking his head and rolling from the ring to check on Jankowski, Shaw and Diamondo as the officials load James Galleon onto a cart. Sentinel surveys the scene, hands on his hips, shaking his head as he bends down and collects the Rage Championship that the referee left on the apron. Tom Hartman: I don’t know what is going on with Sentinel, but he just literally snapped out of it when he almost nailed his best friend. Stay turned to EWS.com folks. If there’s more to this story, you’ll hear it there from our colleague George Holmes! Good night everyone! COPYRIGHT EXCELSIOR WRESTLING SOCIETY 2014 |
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