
http://s9.zetaboards.com/primewrestlingleague/index/
| Welcome to Excelsior Wrestling. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Friday Night Rage #14; 3.28.14 | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 29 2014, 01:52 AM (161 Views) | |
| Brutalikus | Mar 29 2014, 01:52 AM Post #1 |
|
The Unremarkable
|
Live from St. Louis, Missouri.Friday, March 28th 2014 ---------------------------------- The show opened with fireworks, smoke and a light display set to the tune of "Runnin' Wild” by Airbourne. The crowd cheered as cameras panned the arena, picking up several of the more memorable signs on display: "The Reptillians Are Here!" "(A group of rowdy college-aged guys wearing t-shirts that read B, E, A, R, D and are wearing Ricky Diamond beards)" “Reach For Da Sky Boi!" The show begins by the cameras swinging to ringside to show Tom and Dexter who introduce us to the show briefly before the opening contest is set to get underway. MATCH 1 South Texas Bulldogs vs. The Brutalion _____________________________ “Bruises” by Unloco starts to play, signaling the entrance of the South Texas Bulldogs as Bobbie Tisdale comes out first and throws his hands up to a hail of boos as his brother Ricky comes out and just raises one fist in the air. They reach the ring amid boos and both men wipe their feet before entering the ring. Next, 'Room a Thousand Years Wide' by Soundgarden plays as the Brutallion: Keith Battle and Oti Amalu make their way to the ring. Battle has a black towel around his neck and a ripped white t-shirt, scowl on his face. Amalu wears a red leather trenchcoat and sunglasses... he smirks at the crowd and acts rather arrogant. These two teams lock eyes in the ring, and after a fair bit of jawing… it’s an all-out brawl! The Bulldogs and the Brutallion are laying in haymakers and stiff shots all over the place! Finally… finally the referee restores a modicum of order, and Bobbie Tisdale and Keith Battle are finally in the ring, the ref calling for the bell to get this one officially underway. Keith Battle with some boxing jabs, a stiff back elbow… blocked by Bobbie! Bobbie whips into the ropes, big boot to the face staggers Battle… and Bobbie nails a snap suplex, followed quickly by a pumphandle drop. Tisdale with a big backbreaker and tags in his brother Ricky, the bigger of the two men. They launch Battle into the ropes, double dropkick time… but Battle held onto the ropes, and the brothers jumped and hit nothing. They got up only to be greeted by a double flying clothesline by Battle. Keith tosses Bobbie from the ring and nails a T-bone suplex on Ricky, followed by an inverted backbreaker (Randy Orton style) and tags in his partner, the big man Savage Oti. Tom Hartman: These two teams don’t seem to know anything about sportsmanship, nor do they seem to care. Dexter Finch: I care Tom… anything to share? Sharing is caring, after all! Battle nails Tisdale high with a leg lariat, while Oti nails the football chopblock low. Amalu is up, smirking now, as Battle exits. He hauls up Ricky and nails some Euro. Uppercuts, whips him to the ropes and drills a spinebuster. He picks up Ricky, looking for a powerbomb, but Ricky backdrops out! Ricky has Amalu up, and rakes the eyes… quick go behind release German suplex. Ricky with the pulling Texas piledriver and covers… only a one count! Ricky with a big gutwrench suplex on the big Hawaiian. Ricky now tags in his brother, and nails a quick inverted atomic drop…. Still holding him there, this allows Bobbie Tisdale to fly off the ropes and nail a stiff high running knee strike to the chin of Amalu. Bobbie covers… broken up by Keith Battle! Amalu seems a bit stunned and as the ref, checks on him… Battle hauls off and kicks Bobbie square in the balls! This drops Bobbie to his knees, and Battle nails a buzzsaw kick! Ricky chases Battle outside the ring. Amalu crawls over and covers Bobbie… One… Two… Kickout! Amalu back up… he picks up Bobbie… powerbombs him into the turnbuckle! Bobbie staggers out and Amalu nails a running big boot to the face. Battle and Ricky are on the outside beating the holy hell out of each other! Amalu goes to the corner and beckons for Bobbie to rise… he does and… running full-tilt spear nearly takes Tisdale out of his boots! Amalu gets Bobbie up in the Hang Ten (Torture Rack)… but Ricky has staggered Keith Battle on the outside, and he comes in and boots Amalu in the gut, dropping his brother. Ricky chokslames Amalu! They’re trying to … set up for the Last Rites! (Aided top rope superbomb) … but Battle is in and he throws Ricky over the ropes and pulls Amalu down, and they both throw Bobbie out of the ring. Tom Hartman: Man, neither of these teams will give an inch… hard hitting, vicious stuff folks… Dexter Finch: Speaking of… those nachos I ate earlier are kicking in… this match needs to wrap up ASAP. Both teams are on the outside now… battling back and forth. The ref is counting away here… Amalu drops Ricky with Aloha From Hawaii on the floor (Last Ride powerbomb)…. Bobby nailed The Death Ride (Stu Hart Special) on Battle! Now the legal men are trying to get back to the ring… punching and kicking… and the ref is counting ….8…9…10!!! Cordelia Stewart: The result of this match is a draw… a double count-out! Amalu and Bobby Tisdale continue to fight as officials spill out and try to separate them, while checking on their respective partners! _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We go backstage to see a new team standing backstage with Freddy Morris and they look pleased with the warm reception that they are getting from the audience that remembers them from other wrestling promotions. Freddy Morris: My guests tonight are part of one of the newest tag teams to be recruited to the new tag team division for Rage, but I understand that you guys would like to introduce yourselves, so take it away gentlemen! Cormac Cobbs: Thanks Freddy my man! I'm Cormac Cobbs- BB Damage: -And I am BB Damage. And we are- Both: The Hitmen! (striking a pose) Cormac Cobbs: Now we've had some bad luck like a lot of guys over the last year or two and just as we've started running hot in previous promotions, those guys would just close down out of the blue! What is up with that? BB Damage: Bad luck I suppose Cormac, but I've got a good feeling this time around. We've been looking at the tag team rosters in all of the EWS promotions and we are seeing all sorts of big name teams from Southern Comfort to Destruction INKorporated in Japan and even another set of Hitmen over on Fury if you can believe that, but what all those guys have in common is that they don't got nothin' on us! ???: Or perhaps you're the ones who've got nothing on everyone else. Out of the corner steps the newly recruited members of Tokyo Drift, Kaz Hashimoto and Yoshihiro Fujiwara to a nice pop from the crowd, the first voice being Fujiwara. Kaz Hashimoto: That's right Yoshi. You're cocky for a team that has proven nothing here or anywhere else. If you think you're so tough, consider yourselves lucky that you haven't been in the ring with Tokyo Drift yet. You wouldn't want to get embarrassed when you show off your unimpressive skills and lose to us in front of the entire world, would you? The Hitmen are about to respond, but are cutoff when... ???: ATTEN-TION! Kaz Hashimoto: Not these guys again... Out of the other side steps the US Air Force looking quite displeased with Tokyo Drift especially after losing to them last week. Jason White: Listen up you maggots! If any of you think you know jack about what it takes to be skilled in the art of combat, you are sorely mistaken! You Japs got lucky last week and mark my word; next time we meet, the US Air Force will drop a bomb on you worse than Hiroshima! Isn't that right Shaw? Randy Shaw: Sir yes sir! BB Damage: Okay, if all you guys think you're so tough, then why don't you prove it? Next week, the Hitmen vs. Otaku Drift vs. The US Air Dorks? What do you say? Jason White: You're on you puke! Yoshihiro Fujiwara: Fine, but it's on you when we make you fools look like a laughing stock in front of the whole world. The teams nod in agreement and all part in different directions. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ MATCH 2 Riley Grace vs. Deathstalker _____________________________ “2nd Sucks” begins to play as Riley comes stumbling out looking very drunk, again. He barely makes it to the ring as he falls on his face again when he leaps over the top rope and trips his foot on the top rope to some laughter and boos from the crowd. He stands looks at the crowd and waves his hands in an "I don’t care" motion. As the lights go out and “Counting Bodies like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums” as fog fills the entrance and a red spotlight shines on the entrance come on as Deathstalker steps out with a long black towel over his head not far behind him walks Vincent Delerious. As they walk to the ring Vincent is bad mouthing Riley all the way to the ring. Riley looks really worried as they reach the ring. Vincent Delerious tells the ref he better check The Deathstalker before he removes the towel from his head and then calls Riley a “Dead Man” Tom Hartman: So tonight we will see Deathstalker’s first match in EWS. He has many accolades from various other federations and Riley talks him up like he is a monster. Dexter Finch: Why does he have the towel on his head? Vincent Delerious stands on the ring apron holding the towel and as the referee walks over and tells Delerious to get down. Vincent Delerious: Ring the damn bell and I will but you better move out of his way first. The referee steps back and calls for the bell as Vincent Delerious removes the towel and jumps to the ground all in one fail motions as The Deathstalker comes charging in as he screams and charges at Riley who gets crushed in the corner by Deathstalker. Riley falls to the mat as Deathstalker starts to stomp away at Riley over and over and then rolls him over and goes to choke Riley. The referee starts the count to let go of the choke as Vincent Delerious yells at The Deathstalker to let go at 4 which he does. Dexter Finch: AHHHH! IT'S THE BOOGEYMAN! Tom Hartman: Think that might have answered your question about the towel Dex. Dex? Dexter Finch: I'm hiding under the desk... tell me when he's gone Tom! I'm so.... startled! The Deathstalker doesn’t stop beating on Riley at all as he picks him up and holds Riley’s arms under his and locks his arms to hold Riley up as he starts to deliver headbutts over and over to Riley’s face as Vincent Delerious turns to the crowd and says Vincent Delerious: See the carnage my Deathstalker brings? HA HA HA HA! The Deathstalker gives about 8 or 9 headbutts and then pulls Riley in closer as he headbutt Riley right on the bridge of the nose and then does a Tossing Belly to Belly Suplex that slings Riley into the ropes. Tom Hartman: Wow look at the strength of The Deathstalker. Dexter Finch: Don't let him get me Tom! I'm going to have nightmares forever now! Riley looks completely destroyed as The Deathstalker continues to viciously attack Riley with repeated stomps away at Riley as Vincent Delerious cheers him on from ringside. Tom Hartman: Vincent Delerious is crazy cheering on this horrible act. How can he do this to his former student? Dexter Finch: Oh my God, oh my God... Oh MY GOD! I think I hear bones breaking in there! Is he eating poor Riley and scraping his brains out of his skull? Wait, I don't want to know. The Deathstalker slowly rakes his thumb across his neck as he turns his head the opposite direction of his thumb as picks up Riley and delivers a Swinging Reverse STO. Then picks him back up and lifts him up in a bearhug and gives him a Cradle Hammerlock DDT (http://youtu.be/jeENkUBLt1I). Tom Hartman: According to the stat sheet we have here Vincent Delerious says The Deathstalker calls that move Death Before Dishonor. The Deathstalker slides over and makes a pin as the referee counts. One… Two… Three… Cordelia Stewart: Here are your winner The Deathstalker The Deathstalker gets up and continue to viciously attack Riley Grace as the referee goes in to stop him and The Deathstalker stops and growls in the referee’s direction causing the referee to leave the ring as Vincent Delerious gets in the ring and orders The Deathstalker to finish him once and for all. The Deathstalker sets Riley Grace down in a corner as he goes across the ring and comes in with a vicious looking face wash (http://youtu.be/X4Zxj5E0hPA). That leaves the crowd with a loud CROWD: OWWW!!!! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Tom Hartman: My word he calls that the Kiss of Death. Vincent Delerious: AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN NOW! The Deathstalker goes over and sets Riley up in the corner and walks back over to the opposite corner as he rubs his hands together and gets a sadistic grin on his face as he looks to do it again. Tom Hartman: No, No! We can’t let this go on someone stop The Deathstalker. The crowd suddenly erupts in cheers as Justin Moreno comes running in and pulls Riley Grace out of the way and not a moment too soon as The Deathstalker comes running that direction. Moreno helps an unconscious Riley to the back as the camera watches The Deathstalker and Vincent Delerious. Tom Hartman: Thank God for Justin Moreno coming to help Riley Grace. _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ The camera shows Darius Jackson's office, the man in charge standing behind his desk with a pleased look on his face while Billy Shaw, Nate Fame, and Sebastian Jankowski all stand by one another in front of him. Darius Jackson: "Now I've called you all to my office for a very specific reason. The three of you have seriously impressed me over these past few weeks, so much in fact, that I have decided to put you three in a triple threat match to determine who will be next in line for a Jr. Title shot!" The three look at each other with smirks plastered across their faces, though Shaw's eyes suddenly light up and he moves closer to the desk. Billy Shaw: "Hey man, can we have ladders!? That'd be the ICING on this cake!" Sebastian looks over at Shaw and nods as well. Sebastian Jankowski: "Hey, he's got a point. I'm down!" Darius raises an eyebrow and glances towards Nate Fame who shrugs. Nate Fame: "Count me in. No reason NOT to show the people why I deserve to have that title!" Billy Shaw and Sebastian Jankowski look over at him and give joking laughs, both nodding as if to say 'suuurreee'. Darius Jackson claps his hands together. Darius Jackson: "You guys all want ladders? Done! You lot get those ladders! Now you three go relax and get your head in the game. The match is scheduled for next week!" The cameras show the three of them pumped and excited before the scene changes. _____________________________ ***VIGNETTE*** _____________________________ The scene is the Beauregarde Manor in Kentucky in the entrance way of the Civil War-era mansion when A.U.B.'s massive black butler Freeman suddenly opens a door and points the camera crew through it. The camera fades to inside the manor where we see a private humidor filled with the finest American and imported cigars throughout the world. Also in the room is a bourbon-tasting room and also a wine cellar. Upon stepping inside there is a man standing at 6'4", 239 pounds with short, light brown hair with his back turned to the camera-crew, wearing an all white suit and a black bolo tie, almost like Colonel Sanders of KFC fame. As he rocks back and forth on his heels, clicking them together while the camera continues to film the footage of him with his back turned. Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Gentlemen, have y'all e'vuh seen such extravagance and such fine Southern hospitality befo' in yo' lives? The camera crew remains silent as Ambrose continues his diatribe, finally turning to face the camera while wielding his custom 1800's titanium cane before continuing to talk in his slow, soothing, syrupy Kentucky drawl. Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Oh dear me, where are mah mannahs? Allow me to introduce myself to th' uneducated slack-jawed yokels at home... The camera transitions smoothly into multiple different clips of Ambrose basking in the luxuries of his house including a pool side scene where his wife Miss Jessie Rae is swimming, his wine seller and his garage that holds a vast collection of fancy cars as various clips from his wrestling career. Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Beauregarde is the name, bourbon an' breakin' bones is mah game, an' if y'all thank I'm a fool, then perhaps y'all would prefer a duel. The video package continues to piece together different parts of his house tour and career highlights. Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Your esteemed 'rasslin' organization offered me quite th' sizeable deal to where I just could not refuse to 'rassle for y'all. He who has th' most toys in life... always wins th' game, wouldn't y'all agree? E-Dubya-Ess, let this be a message from yo’s truly... The clips show Ambrose's butler knocking out the camera men in different parts of the house and then stops dead on a clip of Ambrose as he speaks angrily into the camera. Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: DON'T. TREAD. ON. ME! With that, we hear “The South’s Gonna Do It Again” by The Charlie Daniels Band begin to play as the words “Ambrose Ulysses Beauregarde: Next Week on Friday Night Rage…” written in gold old English as the scene fades out. _____________________________ ***BACK TO RINGSIDE*** _____________________________ MATCH 3 DDV vs. Komodo _____________________________ "HOW YOU LIKE ME NOW?" The instrumental opening of P.O.D.s "Boom" rings through the arena as "Hoochiah" rings through the speakers as Danny De Vries pulls back the curtain and takes a few steps. De Vries then strolls confidently down to the ring, jogging the last few steps and slides underneath the bottom rope. ‘Welcome To The Masquerade’ by Thousand Foot Krutch blasts out and Komodo walks out and stands at the top of the ramp. On his way to the ring the crowd throw insults at him but he doesn’t react at all. He gets to the ring and seems ‘zoned out’ from anything else that is happening and is concentrating on his coming match. Tom Hartman: Well, after last week… DDV is ready to get his hands on Komodo, no question… Dexter Finch: Yeah, and his feet, his elbows, his knees…. Tom Hartman: Although Deacon Black would be the ultimate goal, I figure… DDV eschews any form of normal ring introductions or sportsmanship here, tearing right into the hired muscle of Deacon Black… the supposed ace in the hole of the Gentlemen of Fortune. Punch, kick, and chop… Komodo shrugs a good portion of this off, and DDV is left to revise his plans. Swift back elbow to the sternum, and now DDV shows of his Judo skill: Morote gari, Tai otoshi, and Ippon seoi nage upends Komodo in the early going. DDV looking for a German suplex, but Komodo elbows out of it. With eyes afire, DDV rushes him… Komodo catches him by surprise with an overhead release belly to belly suplex! Komodo presses the advantage with a fisherman driver, wheelbarrow facebuster, and a Gorilla press throw! Komodo slides over and covers… only a two count! Komodo just shakes his head, none too worried and rills DDV with a sitout jawbreaker. Komodo now grabs DDV by the legs… around and around we go in the Giant Swing! Komodo lets go and tosses DDV to the mat like a sack of potatoes and covers once more… One.. Foot on the ropes! Komodo pulls DDV out to the middle of the ring… and DDV reaches up and cardles Komodo down into a pinning predicament! Only a two count. Komodo slaps the mat, mad at himself. Komodo whips DDV into the ropes, looking for the powerslam on the rebound… DDV somehow skirted right over his shoulder behind him! Komodo turns to face him and DDV catches him with three consecutive rolling snap suplexes! He hauls him up again, snap DDT! Flowing effortlessly, DDV has him up once more… he lifts him… brainbuster! Snapmare and spine kick, DDV is really rolling now… he claps his hands together, rallying the crowd to their feet… they are getting hyped! He nails the Breathless fireman’s carry gutbuster, looking to cover… and ‘Welcome to the Masquerade’ fires up once more! Tom Hartman: Oh great, here comes Deacon Black. Dexter Finch: Sweet! Think I can get his autograph? DDV justs stares daggers through Black as he casually saunters down to the ring, rolling his neck and popping his wrists. Black stops just outside the ring and smirks at DDV, who has leaned over the ropes and is pointing his finger at Deacon. This has allowed Komodo a chance to get up and he nails DDV in the back of the head with some elbow strikes, followed by a quick fallaway slam. Deacon is instructing Komodo to break DDV from ringside! Komodo simply looks over and nods… he hauls up DDV… Death Valley Driver! Cover.. One… Two… Kickout! Now Deacon Black is up on the apron, yelling at DDV! Black yells at Komodo to throw him this way, and Komodo whips DDV toward him… Black winds up a big haymaker punch… but DDV ducks it and spears Black off the apron!!! Komodo is on DDV and grabs him up for the Thug 4 Hire chokeslam backbreaker, but DDV is still close enough that he grabs the top rope, preventing the full lift on the move… he boots Komodo in the gut, rakes the eyes! Komodo releases… and DDV rolls through the combo known as ‘Amping up!’…whips Komodo into the corner, Corner running snap forearm, dragged out to the middle then clinch + Big Knee, then rebound Boston Strongarm to the back of Komodo’s neck. DDV walks into the corner slapping his knee, then as Komodo begins to rise, connects with a running knee trembler! For good measure, really feeling it DDV lines it up… nails the Dragon’s Flight! (Rolling Release Dragon Suplex) Deacon Black can only watch as DDV covers, looking him dead in the eye with a smug smile One… Two… Three!!! Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner, DDV… Danny DeVries!!! Deacon Black is beside himself and he’s waving to the back… Charles Williams and James Galleon come pouring from the locker room. With DDV standing over Komodo, the other three are creeping around the ring, having three sides of the ring blocked off. DDV with his fists raised, wiping sweat from his brow… The Gentlemen of Fortune rush the ring… and DDV bolts out the one unprotected side of the ring, hopping the rail into the crowd… he backs up, tapping his temple and holding his thumb and forefinger just so, showing the heels they were ‘this close’… but DDV survives to fight another day, knowing this is just an early salvo in the GoF war. _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We open backstage, where Freddy Morris is standing by, microphone in hand. Freddy Morris: “Ladies and gentlemen, “The Kumquat Kid” Ryan Lewis. The camera pans as the crowd cheers Ryan and his beaming smile. KK is clad in a “BOOYA MOTHERDUCKERS!” bright orange and lime green t-shirt, along with lime green windpants and he gives us all two thumbs up. Freddy Morris: “Ryan, last week The Gentlemen Of For-“ Kumquat Kid: “Before you go any further, Freddy, it’s Gentlefarts of Fortune Cookies. Don’t make them mad by saying their name wrong. They hate that. They also hate The Children’s Televison Workshop, Twizzlers, and Labor Day telethons, but that’s not news, right?” Freddy Morris: “Riiight. Well let’s just say the GoF attacked a whole host of Rage superstars last week, yourself included, how do you respond to that?” Kumquat Kid: “Well there’s a lot of ways I could respond, really. I could say only you can prevent forest fires, but then I’d need to borrow Pharrell’s hat and I don’t happen to have his phone number. I could do a dance number, but everyone knows Kevin Bacon hates it when anyone other than him does that, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, Freddy, is never, EVER piss off the guy who created meat candy. You following?” Ryan winks as the crowd laughs at his antics. Kumquat Kid: “So I think I’ll just stick to this. Gentlefarts Of Fortune Cookies, if you think for one second either myself or any of those other people you attacked last week are going to sit by and allow you to just run rampant around here, well, I guess you’re just not as smart as you keep telling everyone you are, because we DO intend to do something about it... Isn’t that right, Little Quat?” The camera suddenly pans down to a midget that oddly resembles Tattoo from Fantasy Island. He’s wearing large gray sweatpants and a bright orange “VIVA LA KUMQUAT!” t-shirt. Little Quat speaks gibberish, it sounds some kind of Asian dialect, but we can’t be sure, as he pulls something out of his sweatpants, which kind of scares Freddy. In his hands, a pack of footlong hotdogs. Ryan looks down at his little friend. Kumquat Kid: “Now look, first off, we said no fishing around in your official Baggin’ Saggin’ Barry sweatpants during my interview time. Second, that..that just can’t be a metaphor for what I think it’s a metaphor..um..for.” Little Quat moves his eyebrows up and down, even nudges Ryan in the side, but Ryan just shakes his head. Kumquat Kid: “No, sorry. Don’t believe you. Where’s the small can of Vienna sausages?” Little Quat sighs and fishes a can of it out of his pants. Ryan nods. Kumquat Kid: “That’s more like it. Say, let’s go write Gentlefarts Of Fortune Cookies on every dry erase board in the arena! Hey are those hot dogs kosher?” Ryan looks at the package. Kumquat Kid: “Hebrew National! Awesome, Moses approved hot dogs! Catch ya later, Freddy! Come on, Little Quat!” Ryan and his new little friend begin walking away, with Ryan yelling down the hall.. Kumquat Kid: “ANYBODY GOT A SPARE GRILL?” Freddy shrugs as we return to ringside. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ We open in a dimly lit room somewhere in the arena. We hear a slow drip of water and see what appears to be a mirror. There, staring out from under his hood is former Rage Superstar Champion, Sentinel. He looks into the mirror, then down, speaking forth in a solemn tone. Sentinel: “There is a sickness that is running rampant here on Rage, and in truth it has always lingered, but now, now it has become an epidemic. This sickness is known as injustice, and it has been created by evil, by the likes of Leonard Luv and the Gentlemen Of Fortune. It sickens me. It disgusts me to no end.” Sentinel takes a deep breath and turns away from the mirror. Sentinel: “But we who stand united, we are not weak, but strong, and at the head of this group, leading the charge, will be me. Because more than anyone else involved in this new war, I will NOT stand for this any longer, I will NOT allow this disease, this cancer on our sport to eradicate something I am so proud to be a part of. Leonard Luv, Gentlemen Of Fortune, or even Crest Silver for that matter, if you are the ones to fire the first shot, that shot heard round the world, I caution you to prepare yourselves, because if you want a war, we will bring it to your doorsteps. Let The Reaping commence.” The crowd cheers as we plunge into darkness. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ |
![]() |
|
| Brutalikus | Mar 29 2014, 01:54 AM Post #2 |
|
The Unremarkable
|
MATCH 4 Leonard Luv vs. GQ Money vs. Mistah Falcon _____________________________ 'Sexy MF' by Prince hits and out dances Mistah Falcon, wearing his patented gold suit. He struts and twirls, with a smirk on his, running a hand through his hair, careful to not let any of the fans touch him.... you can look but not touch, baby! "Party Like a Rockstar" kicks in and two cannon's explode from the rafters raining down MONEY, but the fans don't bother grabbing it because they already know it's fake by now. GQ Money comes strutting out onto the ramp accompanied by various colored lights, throwing his black chalice that spells PIMP behind him, but his bodyguard PHINEAS still misses it. He struts with his SWAGG the entire way and throws the "W for Whoa" hand gesture when he gets in the ring.[/i] Tom Hartman: These two former members of the Luv Connection could have a golden opportunity in front of them. If one of them manages to win this match, Leonard Luv will be forced to give the winner a Rage title match. But the stakes are also high as if they both lose, they will be forced to leave Friday Night Rage. Dexter Finch: No! They have so much to teach me about bling, pimpin' and Slim Shady! They can't leave now! HOLD UP, WAIT A MINUTE, PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN IT! "Luv Addict" by Family Force 5 continues as Leonard Luv emerges from the back. He does his patented Luv Strut as pink pyros crack and scream on either side of him. He struts down the ramp to the ring w/ Inga Lovegood and Brutus in tow, paying no mind to the crowd that's booing his every move. He enters the ring and spins around, arms outstretched with his Rage Superstar title. Luv tosses his shades into the crowd and moonwalks into his corner, a smirk on his face as he trash talks to his former team mates. Luv waltzes right up to GQ and Falcon in the center of the ring and all three can be heard arguing in the center of the ring when Luv looks to throw a sucker punch to Falcon, but but Falcon catches the champ with a t-bone suplex that surprisingly garners a small cheer from some of the crowd who just so happen to hate Luv the most. Falcon turns right into GQ who attempts to hit him with the Mad Pimp Limp (busaiku knee kick) right out of the box, but Falcon dodges it and gets hit with a legal low blow from Luv right away! Dexter Finch: Ouch! Right in the kinicki! GQ runs at Luv now, but Luv sees him coming and launches him over head with a big back body drop, but GQ amazingly lands on top of the top turnbuckle and when Luv turns around right into a diving crossbody fist to the face! GQ goes for the pin but is pulled off right away by Falcon who whips GQ with a german suplex, but again GQ reflexively lands on his feet and nails Falcon with a roundhouse kick, staggering him back into Luv who lifts him and tries to backdrop Falcon to the outside, only for Falcon's legs to get tangled between the top two ropes, leaving him hanging above the apron. Luv doesn't notice right and whips GQ through the inadvertently into Falcon's back, causing GQ's head to slam into Falcon's back hard and Luv attempts to go for an early Luv Handle (killswitch), but GQ pushes him away and when Luv comes back on the rebound, GQ whips guillotine drops Luv's body right down on Falcon's tied up leg then tosses Luv over Falcon to the floor, holds up the 'W' symbol and then dives clear over Falcon and goes to hit Luv with a plancha of some sort, but Luv sidesteps and guides GQ crashing into the gaurdrail! The audience is really coming around for this encounter despite not really liking anybody involved as Luv saunters up to Falcon who is still hanging upside down by the leg and proceeds to unleashes a series of vicious strikes to the defensless Falcon! Luv does this for awhile, but does too much taunting, giving Falcon and opportunity to grab Luv by the hair and pull him into a headlock of some sort while hanging upside down and then GQ comes running at both of them on the outside nailing a beautiful dropkick that catches both men in the face and sends them all crashing down to the floor! Tom Hartman: I don't know what the hell we just witnessed, but one thing is for sure; we have a pile of competitors out here and they all looked to be damaged in that one. GQ is the first man to his feet with Inga, Brutus and Phineas all hovering around them and he rolls Luv into the ring first, following him to start his SUUUPLEXIN Yo Ass combo with a german suplex rolled into a tiger suplex and then Luv blocks the attempt at a dragon suplex long enough for Falcon to slide into the ring and grab GQ, landing a stack of suplexes! Falcon is the first to his feet, doing a little dance and then connecting with a snap jab combo to Luv with theatrics of course and when he does a little dance looking to connect with a big right hook, Luv spins him around and hits a reverse DDT! Luv then points to the top turnbuckle and climbs on top of it, looking to fly with an elbow drop on Falcon, but he takes too much time taunting the crowd and gets crotched by GQ who climbs up top and goes to hit a top rope frankensteiner, but Luv reverses it into a powerbomb all the way from the top that folds GQ up like an accordian to a nice “Holy Shit!” chant from the crowd. Luv tries to climb again, but this time Falcon jumps up and NAILS Luv with a big time superman punch! Dexter Finch: FALCON PUUUUNNNCCCHHH! Tom Hartman: You've been waiting for a long time to say that, haven't you? Luv is rocking on the top rope and Falcon climbs up top with GQ still directly under them, launching Luv off the top turnbuckle with a HUGE superplex that lands Luv directly on GQ's knees, causing all three to rithe in pain! Falcon slowly crawls in for the pin on Luv! … One … Two … Th-No! GQ breaks it up! GQ slowly raises Falcon to his feet and goes to finish it with Swagga Like Mine (omega driver), but Facon rolls off his back and kicks GQ, setting him up and connecting with the Hotlanta Planta (double underhook powerbomb) and connects! The crowd is looking on with excitement as Falcon might just win it! … One … Two … Three-No! Falcon gets yanked out of the ring at the las second by Brutus! Tom Hartman: And there is the champions insurance policy at play! Luv is so slimy that he would never go into a match without an ace up his sleeve and Brutus is here to make sure that the only man walking out of here will be Luv! Dexter Finch: Show him your moves Falcon! Meanwhile, Luv slithers out of the ring on the other side and Brutus starts laying into Falcon with clubbing blows, picking him up for a powerslam when GQ comes bounding at them and soars through the air with a suicide dive that sends all three crashing into the announce tables! Meanwhile, Luv has been sneaking back over to the fray, grabbing GQ when suddenly GQ snaps forth, shouting, “SSSSLLLLAAAPPPP BITCH!” to a surprising ovation, infuriating Luv so much that he whips GQ hard shoulder first into the steel stairs and then stomps the living hell out of him! All of a sudden, Falcon grabs Luv and brings him onto his shoulders looking for the Show Time (GTS) outside the ring, but gets doubled over when Brutus slams a big frying pan like punch into Falcon's gut! Phineas even attempts to interject by saying that what Brutus did wasn't nice and Brutus responds by leveling him with a huge lariat to a small laugh from the crowd. Brutus whips Falcon across the floor with a two handed choke toss and then rolls him into the ring where Luv sets him up and drops him for a wicked looking Luv Handle (killswitch) and then goes for the pin! … One … Two … Three! Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner, LEONARD LUV! GQ Money and Mistah Falcon will now be forced to leave St. Louis Rage! Tom Hartman: Luv is victorious with the help of Brutus and it looks like GQ and Falcon will now be leaving town! Luv spits on his former ally and begins to celebrate in the center of the ring as the camera catches a glimpse of GQ on the outside, looking incredibly pissed off as he says, "Fakk Dis Mang! I'z bringin' my bizznatch to Japan! Brat BRAT!" _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ The camera is settled on Gemini who is standing in front of a table scattered with finger foods, Blaze leaning against a nearby wall and messing with her lighter. Gemini: "Seriously this place is like, UBBER dull without Darky and Mary... But 'ay! If this means free food every show then I'm totes okay with it!" Blaze quirks and eyebrow as Gemini is seen shoving three cookies in her mouth, a small sandwich roll in her other hand as Ricky Diamond approaches with a mic. Ricky Diamond: "Excuse me, ladies? Spare a few words for the Brothers Everywhere Allied with Ricky Diamond around the world tonight?" Gemini blinks and twirls around with puffed cheeks and blinks a few times. Gemini: "Fawk' yeyah, dood!" She speaks with her mouth full while Blaze stays where she is and sheepishly looks away from the camera. Ricky Diamond: "So last week the two of you entered a match against the Sassters of Salivation and actually won. How do you guys feel about winning against the newly crowned female tag team champions... and how does it feel not being gifted with the ability to grow a sweet mangrove and chest on your face like me? It must be torture!" Gemini swallows the cookies and begins to talk excitedly while taking random bites of the small roll. Gemini: "YO! I totes feel great 'bout the whole thing and we don'ts need no sexy beards when you gots them for us tig-ah! Bug-a-boo 'ere was SOOO against just comin' out an' taking the challenge but after LOADS of pullin' an' shovin' and whinnin' I finally convinced here an' we beat'em good!" Blaze: "Don't call me that...." Ricky Diamond chuckled at the enthusiasm of Gemini, yet two figures came from the side which caused Blaze to quickly put up her lighter and go stand next to Gemini. Sierra Starr: "Excuse me? You guys didn't win! It was a complete fluke!" Kendra Rayne: "Exactly. You rejects couldn't win these titles even if you had the opportunity. The next time you DARE step foot in the ring with us, you two won't be stepping foot in the ring EVER again." Gemini is seen messing with the sleeves of her shirt, humming a little tune until Blaze nudges her. Gemini: "Huh? Oh! Wait... Ya'll are done? H-Hold on... Pst! Bug-a-boo-" Blaze: "Don't call me-" Gemini: "What them bimbo's say 'gin? Totes didn't catch it!" Sierra Starr: "What the hell you call us you crazy bitch!?" Gemini turned her attention to Sierra, Ricky having backed away a bit. Holding her hand out towards Sierra she holds up her index finger. Gemini: "First off, it's not 'crazy'! Say 'cray-cray' like the rest of us youngins'! An' twos!-" She holds up the next finger. Gemini: "Would a crazy person do this?" Suddenly Gemini poked Sierra Starr in the eyes with her two fingers she was using to count, Blaze quickly tackling Kendra while Gemini and Sierra pummeled each other back onto the snack table and fell to the floor. The camera pans out to show Blaze and Kendra rolling on the floor, Ricky Diamond just stands in the middle of the brawl looking pleased with it as he starts a rowdy "Chicks And America" chant that got an incredibly loud chant in return while security rushed to the scene! Finally they managed to break the two groups up, Kendra having gotten hold of a nearby chair while Gemini was jumping up and down with a huge grin. Sierra Starr: "I WILL BREAK YOUR GODDAMN NECK YOU HEAR ME!?" Gemini: "Sorry! Can't hear ya' over my awesome!" Blaze watched Gemini wave to the two females and pick up a cookie that hadn't fallen on the floor before she walks off, though Blaze turns her attention to the blonds who are threatening the security to leave them alone or else. Eventually Blaze follows in Gemini's direction and the Sisters of Salvation go their separate way while the camera fades. _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ The opening chords of "What You Want" by Evanescence kicks in as dark purple strobelights pulse, wave, and flicker. Ambiance emerges from the back holding the title in the air as walks down to the announce table, sitting between Tom and Dex. Tom Hartman: For this upcoming match between Cailin Dillin, Rain Singh and Meghan Cross, we will be joined by NWA World Women’s Champion Ambiance. Amber welcome to the show. Ambiance: Thanks Tom… hey there Dex. Close your mouth and wipe the drool off your chin. We’ve got a match about to happen here. Three gold obsessed sluts that think they’re entitled to my belt. Tom Hartman: That’s right, Darius Jackson set this match this week to determine the No. 1 contender for your title. Who’s the favorite here in your mind? Ambiance: Does it matter Tom? These three girls… ok seriously Dex. Can we move him somewhere else? 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, doing her best to ignore Livvy doll skipping behind her. She takes the cameraman to look at the crowd all cheering for her and then walks down interacting with the fans. She drops to her knees in the center of the ring pumping her fists, arching her back to look to the heavens and then she runs to the nearest turnbuckle playing to the crowd again before looking over at Ambiance. Tom Hartman: Meghan Cross and Ambiance sharing a staredown here from ringside as Livvy Doll is — Ambiance: She’s lucky I’m just here to hang out with you boys or I’d smear her face on the canvas. 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 gets faster, the lights also starts flickering faster as Rain Singh comes out with Marco Cruze and the Goddess champion Venus trailing behind her. Once we hear the, “WOO,” Rain lifts up the hoodie to the chorus of boos as Rain starts walking down the ramp with Marco. Rain then enters the ring and starts talking trash toward Meghan. The official steps between them and tells both of them to get back to a corner. Venus grabs a folding chair on the outside and Marco sits down, still shouting instructions for Rain. Tom Hartman: Meghan Cross brings Livvy Doll. Rain brings Marco Cruze and Venus. Ambiance: And Cailin will be alone as always. But hey, it’s a party down here. The music to “Tornado” by Little Big Town begins with a video background of rain and a tornado with letters spinning around. The twister spins through and spells out “Cailin Dillon” and she confidently struts out to a mixed reaction from the audience that still doesn't know what her business with Marco has been in recent weeks. She stares down Ambiance as she makes her way to the ring with a pompous smile. Even looking at her as she makes her way up the ring steps. The ref tells her to get to her corner and her eyes turn with a determined glare looking between Rain and Meghan. The official steps to the middle and looks at all three and then signals for the bell. MATCH 5 EWS World Woman's Title #1 Contender Match Cailin Dillon vs. Meghan Cross vs. Rain Singh _____________________________ Meghan and Rain immediately start to chirp back and forth and slowly approach as Cailin stays near the ropes and moves from her corner. Rain slaps Meghan across the cheek and keeps talking as Meghan’s head is left to the side, looking out towards the crowd. Her hands go to Rain’s shoulders and she drives her to the mat, mounting her and hitting her with forearms. Cailin hits Meghan with a running knee and topples her through the ropes where she grabs the ropes and hangs on the apron. Cailin stomps on Rain twice and then pulls her up, but Rain hits her with an elbow and Cailin backs up holding her nose. Rain with a quick clothesline and then Meghan grabs her from behind and uses the leverage of the ropes to slam her into the mat head first, Cross landing on her feet on the outside. Tom Hartman: No love lost between these three as we start this match. These three want that title shot more than anything. Ambiance: Yes you can see just how thirsty they all are. Dexter Finch: This is like a dream match. Wifey No. 1 beside me… Ambiance: Don’t ever call me that when I’m sitting beside you. I’d snap your neck and it’d be so damn delicious. Dexter cowers at the table while Meghan slides in the ring as Cailin is getting up. They both look at each other and then Rain and start stomping on her. Cailin signals for a double elbow drop and Meghan turns to run and Cailin steps over Rain, grabbing Meghan by the hair and pulling her down to the mat. Rain reaches up and rolls Cailin into a quick pin. ... One She grabs the ropes out of the officials view. ... Two Meghan kicks her in the head and breaks the pin just shy of 3, and Rain stumbles backwards to the mat and Cross goes on the offensive. She pulls Rain up and backs her into the corner, hitting her with a flurry of elbows as Rain attempts to block. She hits a low kick to knock Rain to a seated position and then backs up a few steps, hitting her with a knee to the head. Cailin comes in second, hitting Meghan in the back with a running hip, making her slam into Rain all over again. Meghan holds her back as she turns, seated just in front of Rain. Cailin comes back with a low dropkick and hits Cross in the chest for a rebound effect that pops Rain off the turnbuckle and back into Meghan. Cailin smiles and sticks a hand in the hair. Tom Hartman: I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything like that before. Ambiance: And now she’s too busy celebrating to take advantage. Cailin moves forward and grabs Meghan dragging her out of the corner by her hair and to her feet. She throws an arm over her shoulder and starts the suplex. Cross reverses out of it and drops to her feet, shoving Cailin in the back as Rain steamrolls through with a vicious spear. Rain doesn’t miss a beat as she switches focus to Meghan and ducks a clothesline attempt from Cross, kicking her in the back and then hitting her with a one handed bulldog. She jumps and stomps her feet to celebrate the sequence and then gives the crowd the double middle finger when they begin to boo. Ambiance: Again they celebrate when these sluts should be kicking each other’s faces in to the final bell. Tom Hartman: No one has the momentum right now. It’s back and forth, and everyone is pulling out all stops to win. Rain hauls Meghan up and gives her a stiff forearm to the gut that has Cross bent over. Singh hits the snap DDT and hooks the leg. ... One ... Two Dillon with a running punt kick to the side of Rain’s head and she rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and heads to the outside holding her head. Cruze is hollering at the officials and the ref comes to the rope as they argue. Cailin smiles in the ring and picks Cross up, putting her into an inverted headlock and then hitting the backbreaker from that position. Meghan’s eyes are wide as she gasps in pain and holds her back from the mat on the devastating move. Cailin turns to the nearest rope and runs towards, back flipping off the middle rope in a moonsault that lands flush on the chest of Cross. The ref turns back as she pins the shoulders down. ... One ... Two ... Three! NO! Cross drives a shoulder up. Tom Hartman: And Cailin Dillon can’t take advantage with Rain on the outside. Ambiance: Might be the first time she’s tried to take advantage of somebody and not gotten her way. Dillon is up and livid with the ref, yelling that he didn’t get down to count fast enough. He’s not hearing it and tells her to get back to the match. She rolls her eyes and reaches down for Cross, but catches Rain walking back up the ring steps and stops, backing up and waiting for her. Cross backs up and use a corner to stand up and all three women trade glances before Rain and Meghan collide with a flurry of punches and kicks. Cailin goes for a double clothesline, but the pair ducks and tosses her over the top rope and down to the mat with a big impact. Rain hits the low knee and the german suplex, but Meghan is gathering to her feet quickly. Rain grabs her and positions her between her legs for a the Hail Mary and decimates Cross with the power bomb. She slides down for the pin. ... One .... Two ... Thr- The ref stops and waves it off, pointing down where Cross has a foot hanging on the bottom rope. Rain is livid. Livvy Doll erupts in a celebration on the outside and Rain jaws at her. Tom Hartman: Meghan Cross fighting to stay alive in this match over and over. Dexter Finch: Look at that Livvy Doll. Isn’t she just the sweetest thing. Ambiance: You both belong in the same padded cell. Rain stomps over to where Marco is and then begins screaming when she sees Cruze is talking to Cailin, who is standing there grabbing her back. She starts to yell at Marco who is trying to explain himself. Cailin is rolling her eyes and speaking to Marco and talking about Rain. Marco points and then moves, Rain ducks and sends a running Meghan Cross over the top of her and out of the ring where she slams into Cailin. Dillon is nothing more than a cushion for the blow as she is laid out and Meghan turns to get up as Venus starts coming towards her. The crowd erupts as Taylor Grace hops over a nearby guardrail and starts pummeling Venus before she can reach Meghan Cross. The referee is standing at the ropes telling everyone to break it up and Rain take a few steps back into the middle of the ring, putting her hands through her hair. Tom Hartman: It’s complete pandemonium out here. This triple threat match has turned into an all out brawl with Venus and Taylor Grace fighting on the outside. Grace pledged she was not done with Venus despite going to Fury and here she is. Ambiance: That’s a fierce competitor with unfinished business right there. Meghan is walking away from the pile where Venus and Taylor fight, Cailin looks unconscious and Marco is knelt down over her, and yelling at the official to get Taylor out of here. Rain is following Meghan with her eyes, but she turns around hearing the crowd pop right before Livvy hits her with Caught in the Crossfire, Meghan’s signature finishing move. Meghan slides in and crawls over the top of Rain as Livvy rolls under the bottom rope and slaps the apron to get the refs attention. He turns and drops to the ground, counting as the crowd and Livvy shouts numbers with him. ... One ... Two ...Three!! Tom Hartman: She did it! Ambiance: Not without some help though… Cordelia Stewart: The winner by pinfall and new No. 1 contender for the NWA World Women’s Championship, MEGHAN CROSS!!! Meghan celebrates as Livvy gets in the ring and holds her hand up. She breaks that and walks towards the ropes as Ambiance stands up. She leans over the ropes and points down at her, smiling as she speaks. The security is trying to separate Taylor and Venus as Rain has rolled out of the ring and is arguing with Marco about Cailin, who’s groggy but propped up against the guardrail. Ambiance holds up her title and Meghan points at it, signaling for it around her waist as "A Trigger Full Of Promises" plays and she climbs a turnbuckle and points out to the crowd that’s giving her a huge pop. _____________________________ ***SCENE FADES TO BACKSTAGE*** _____________________________ We go backstage to find Deacon Black and James Galleon conspiring. Deacon Black: … Nevermind what happened earlier... we'll get our revenge on DDV soon enough. So what is the plan? James Galleon: The plan is to take back what is rightfully mine... the throne and locker room that were stolen from me by that accursed Ricky Diamond. That lout is probably defiling it as we speak with, but I will not stand for it any longer. Are you ready? Black and Galleon round the corner to find a locker room that reads, “The Diamond” on it and the two kick the door down to hear a high pitched girlish scream from Ricky Diamond who is lounging in the very oranate golden throne that once belonged to James Galleon in his underwear, but he is also strangely wearing a crown with it and a very regal looking gold and blue robe. Ricky immediately falls backwards, tipping the the throne over as he scrambles to his feet and begins running around the room as Galleon and Deacon chase him around the throne, shoving things over and trodding over various empty cheeto bags, soda cans and crayon drawn pictures depicting “The Adventures of Rat Face and the Goons of Flatulance (authored by Ryan Lewis and illustrated by Ricky Diamond)” as we can see that Ricky has taken the liberty of drawing a beard on every portrate of James Galleon lining the walls. Ricky gets cornered in the back of the room and it looks as if he has nowhere to run when he shouts: Ricky Diamond: Now Goldy Laux (Lox)! James Galleon: What in the bloody hell! WAAHH! Suddenly two nets spring from under the crumb-caked rugs and pull Galleon and Deacon up to the ceiling in snare traps! Galleon and Deacon are struggling in the nets as they hang from the ceiling as Brandon Laux steps out from behind a curtain, revealing that he had rigged this trap for the Gentlemen of Fortune! Brandon Laux: I've got you now you reptillian bastards! Go back to your dimension and tell the rest of you scaly bastards and leave Earth alone! And you (pointing to Ricky) stop calling me that! It's Laux (low)... LAUX dammit! Ricky Diamond: Yeesh... whatever you say miss uptight Susan. Anyway, let's get out of here, good work today Team Beard cadet! Ricky Diamond away! Ricky jumps off screen, and out of the trashed locker room with a 'woosh' sound effect and looking ridiculous in his undewear and robe to boot as Brandon takes one more moment to shout at Ricky and then at the Gentlemen of Fortune. Brandon Laux: We are not “Team Beard” and you (pointing at the “reptillians” in the nets) … you will not get away with your interdemensional matrix within a matrix moonbase satellite mind control plans you evil bastards! Get off my planet! Galleon and Deacon struggle continuously in the nets as Deacon manages to get a phone out of his pocket. James Galleon: Curse you Ricky Diamond! I will have your beard on a spike for this you bloody scoundrel! Deacon Black: They will pay dearly for their mistake! (Talking on the phone) Komodo! Come free us now! And tell “my contact” to make sure Charles wins his match tonight while you're at it! _____________________________ ***COMMERCIAL BREAK*** _____________________________ MAIN EVENT Jr. Heavyweight Title Match Charles Williams (c) vs. Acer Stone _____________________________ Cordelia Stewart: The following match is for the Jr. Heavyweight championship! ‘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. 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. 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 facing the left side of the arena and stares off to the crowd before getting off and staring down his rival Acer Stone in the center. Tom Hartman: Just a few minutes ago we saw that Ricky Diamond and Brandon Laux laid a trap for the unsuspecting Gentlemen of Fortune and Williams looks like he wondering where they are. Dexter Finch: They are trapped in those nets that are already rumored to have been woven from Ricky Diamond's beard hair itself! Tom Hartman: Well, rumors aside, perhaps we'll see a fair contest tonight in that case and we all know Acer deserves one after Williams cheated him out of the title in the TLC match a few weeks ago. The referee holds the title high above their heads and Acer despite knowing Williams' recent attitude, decides to offer him a handshake out of respect, but Williams slaps it away and Acer just shakes his head in disappointment as the referee calls for the bell and the crowd is already errupting into duel chants for both men as they lock up and we're under way! Things start off fast and furious as Williams pulls Acer into a side headlock and decides to show off by running at the ropes and running up them like steps like he is looking for some sort of modified bulldog, but Acer rolls Williams over his head instead and goes for an enzuigiri, but Acer ducks attempts to lock in his British (reverse) Figure Four Leg Lock right away, but Acer pushes off the mat and mule kicks Williams in the stomach, getting up to hit Williams again, but Williams gets a knee to the gut and whips him into the corner where he starts to stomp away at Acer. He pulls Acer back up and slaps him with some stinging chops before whipping him across the ring, only for Acer to reverse the whip causing Williams to springboard off the middle turnbuckle and nail Acer with a diving forearm smash for a quick one count. Williams goes for an unusual powerbomb on account of their smaller stature, but Acer reverses into a hurricanrana pin! … One … Two-kickout! Both men scramble to their feet to a nice ovation for their athleticism before looking to lock up again. This time Acer baseball slides under Williams and runs the ropes, ducking a clothesline and springboarding for a beautiful disaster kick only to get a stiff Ode to Wyndham superick to the gut, knocking Acer clear out of the air for a pin! … One … Two ...Th-Kickout! Tom Hartman: That was one hell of a kick from Williams and the hit was enough to make anyone's stomach churn something fierce. Dexter Finch: Don't say that Tom. I think I'm going to be sick because the word, “churn” just churn's my stomach.... oh god there it goes again. Acer took a lot of damage from that kick as Williams drags him to his feet with an arrogant smirk and looks to make an example out of Acer, hitting his Cyclorama (belly to belly moonsault slam followed by the Can't Touch This (springboard 450 splash) that he runs straight through and rebounds into a running British Airways (standing corkscrew shooting star press) into a pin! … One … Two … Th-No! Acer still kicks out! Williams is growing impatient now as he goes to pick Acer up, but Acer pulls him into a small package! … One … Two … Th-No! Williams kicks out! Williams is the first to his feet and he starts chopping at Acer with stiff shoot kicks to the head, but Acer ducks the last one and yanks Williams' feet out from under him, hitting a Jeff Hardy-style leg drop to the abdomen and then hitting a rolling senton that he runs through into a springboard moonsault- hitting nothing but knees! Again the crafty Williams has him scouted and appears to be calling to finish it by bringing Acer up for The London Fall (gory special neckbreaker), but Acer struggles out and rolls him into a sunset flip pin as the crowd is going crazy! … One … Two … Th-No! Williams has enough ring awareness to reach backwards and grab the ropes! Tom Hartman: Near fall after near fall and these two are taking each other to the limit! Dexter Finch: But Acer isn't a bird, so how can Williams kill him then? But what if Williams was a bird? Then would he have to kill himself on principle? Now I've gone and confused myself. Both men roll to their feet and now Williams is clearly pissed, tackling Acer to the ground and nailing mounted punches viciously Williams pulls him up and drops him with the England Driver (pumphandle half nelson driver) and then calls out to the crowd that enough is enough and ascends the turnbuckle, diving with a beautiful Bird Killer (630 senton)- only to land on Acer's knees! The crowd is going crazy as Acer hobbles to his feet and pumps his fist into the air, springboarding off the nearest ropes to nail his Stone Cutter (axe kick) causing Williams' head to spike hard into the mat as Acer rolls in for the cover! … One … Two … Three-NO! Williams gets the shoulder up at the last second! This time Acer gets to his knees breathing heavily with how close he is and how hard he has worked and points to the sky, indicating that he is going up top this time! Acer climbs to the top turnbuckle, looking to land his Shooting Star Elbow Drop, pumping his fist into the air to get the crowd pumped again when... Tom Hartman: The lights are out! We can't see anything that is happening! What was that thud? Somebody get the lights back on out here! We have a title match going on! Dexter Finch: I'm scared of the dark! Hold me Tom! Tom... is that you I'm holding.....? Oh no it must be a ghost! AHHH! The lights return and we see that Acer is now laying on the outside of the ring next to the steel steps, looking to be out cold with a laceration above his forehead! Tom Hartman: Oh no! Acer is out cold and it seems as though Deacon's contact has struck again! Who is it? Damn it all this just isn't right! Williams is going to steal it! The referee starts his ringout count, but he doesn't get far as Williams rolls Acer into the ring to a resounding boo and places a foot on top of Acer, going for the pin! … One … Two …. Three.......- No! Acer gets the shoulder up and Williams can't believe it! Williams stomps away at him saying, “Why won't you just die?!” and then picks Acer up, laying him on the ropes for his Tower of London (rope hung cutter), but Acer slips off the ropes and guillotines Williams on the ropes and falls down to the floor as out dashes Deacon Black and James Galleon followed by Komodo! Dexter Finch: Uh-oh! They're back.... Tom Hartman: Looks like Komodo must have succeeded in freeing them from the net trap. The Gentlemen of Fortune dash to the ring when all of a sudden the lights go out again! Nobody knows what is going on until the lights return and a lone figure stands at the end of the rampway, cutting off the Gentlemen- it is Sentinel! He shakes his head, indicating that they will have to go through him to intefere in this match and then points behind them as the Kumquat Kid leads a group including DDV, Billy Way, Ricardo Diamondo, Brandon Laux and Southern Comfort, effectively pincering Deacon, Galleon and Komodo in the ramp way and there is no where for them to go! The faces close in on the faction when out runs Brutus, slamming a clubbing forarm into the Kumquat Kid's neck as Luv follows him out and starts clobbering people with a steel chair as a huge brawl ensues between all of them on the ramp! Meanwhile, at ringside, Acer rolls back into the ring and goes for a shining wizard, but Williams shoves him away and connects with a roundhouse kick to Acer, knocking the bloody kid to the mat in a heap, Williams gathers himself and climbs the top turnbuckle, looking for his High Class shooting star press, but he takes a crucial moment to taunt the crowd and that gives Acer the moment he needs to springboard off the nearby ropes, grab Williams by the head in mid air and drive Williams all the way off the top turnbuckle with an incredible Honorable Mention (springboard cutter)! The crowd is going crazy as Acer flops over him for the pin! … One … Two … Three! Cordelia Stewart: Here is your winner and the neeeewww Jr. Heavyweight champion, ACER STONE! The crowd is cheering for crazy as “Invinsible” kicks in again and both men lay spent in the ring to a huge round of applause for both men. Up on the ramp, Luv, Galleon and Deacon all realize the ramp brawl is going sour and hop into the crowd while Komodo and Brutus go toe-to-toe with all of the face guys and though they put up a remarkable fight, the faces still succeed in laying them out on the ramp, sending a message to Luv and the Gentlemen of Fortune and the faces slide into the ring and hoist Acer up onto their shoulders, as he holds the title triumphantly as the new Jr, Heavyweight champion. COPYRIGHT EXCELSIOR WRESTLING SOCIETY 2014 |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Friday Night Rage! · Next Topic » |
| Theme: Excelsior | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
9:38 AM Jul 11
|







9:38 AM Jul 11