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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 17:29:47 GMT -6
CAVO's "Hold your Ground" blares over the speakers as fans in attendance erupt, signifying the start of the show. We're focused on the crowd with roaming cameras, as various people are seen holding up hand crafted banners of those they hate, those they love, among other VOW related topics. After roughly twenty seconds of this view, we transition into one of Axel Reid and Ruby Parvati who are currently seated at their commentary booth just in front of the ring. Their voices become audible moments after as they begin their run down of Breakthrough #3.
Axel Reid: Welcome ladies and gentleman, to the third edition of Breakthrough! Live from the Verizon Wireless Center in Mankato, Minnesota! I'm Axel Reid and alongside as always, my lovely broadcast partner; Ruby Parvati!
Ruby Parvati: It's been a long week and I'm ready to see some muscle bound men in skin tight spandex wrestle!
Reid glances over at Ruby with a confused look on his face.
Axel Reid: I... guess we're on the same page? Anyway, folks! Tonight you're going to witness a variety of matches between the best competitors in the business today! Cera will lock horns with Brett Carson! Scott Knight takes on PKA, Joka against newcomer Damien Savage, Rayne Draven Omega to do battle with Logan Rourke Keegan!
Ruby Parvati: Reya Serra versus Alexander Oliver... Seth Iser against Vanessa in what many would consider a battle of the siblings... you name it.
Axel Reid: How about this for 'naming it', Ruby? In our main event of the evening, we'll see Blue Suede Bruce going up against the hometown boy, himself. Vance LaRoc! But before anything else, we have one heck of an opening contest as Bobby Backdoor will go toe to toe with a man who really made a strong statement in the week leading up to this event; Casanova English!
Ruby Parvati: Well, we also have to take into account what kind of condition Bobby is in after that savage beating he suffered at the hands of one Brett Carson a week ago, Axel. I'm not sure if he's prepared for the fight ahead of him tonight!
Axel Reid: As someone who knows all the talent and what they're capable of very well, I don't see any reason why he wouldn't be. The man is a warrior. The epitome of perseverance! He will indeed be a tall order for Casanova, but English is in no way shape or form to be underestimated. That man can be as cold and as calculating as they come from what I've been told. This should be a good way to kick things off, Ruby.
Ruby Parvati: Can we quit talking then? I wanna get to the part where I can stare at...
Reid rolls his eyes as he exhales with a disgruntled sigh.
Axel Reid: Please, don't start that.
Suddenly, Parvati leans closer to Axel, placing her hand on his inner thigh. This immediately makes him uncomfortable as she smiles seductively.
Ruby Parvati: What's the matter, Axel? Don't like my forward personality?
He rears back, following this and attempts to compose himself.
Axel Reid: Get your hand off my leg! Ugh... ANYWAY! Let's go to Jerry Heisenberg for our match match of the evening!
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 17:31:52 GMT -6
Casanova English Vs. Bobby Backdoor Our view moves to Jerry who is now in the ring. He gestures toward the entrance ramp as if he's about to start the opening introductions. Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first... standing 5'11" and weighing in at 170lbs even... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! CASANOVA ENGLISH!!! The crowd boos but there are some faint cheers heard as a shadow appears on stage as a lighter flicks burning the end of a cigarette “Whistle Pig” by Solace begins playing. Casanova steps into the light with his leather jacket hanging loosely on his shoulders he walks slowly to the ring puffing his cigarette. He slides under the ropes, he taunts at the crowd before firing off his light cigarette into the millions of mindless drones. Tossing his jacket to the corner he waits for the action. Axel Reid: I have to admit, Ruby. For his first match ever within a VOW ring, this Casanova English looks like quite the impressive specimen. He seems awfully determined to propel his career in the right direction! Ruby Parvati: I'm sorry, Axel... you said all of that, but all I heard was 'impressive specimen'. And man oh man, you aren't lying. Look at that physique. Look at those eyes. Look at... at... Axel Reid: I know exactly what you're referring to, and no. Just no. Back on topic, while English might look like he's ready to go, we both know downplaying who his opponent is would be a costly mistake... and that 'opponent' is about to make his way to the ring right now! Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent... he stands 6'2" tall and tips the scale at 220lbs... Hailing from Venice Beach, California! BOBBY BACKDOOR! Strobe lights start to go off as "Ready to Die" by Andrew WK hits the PA. From behind the curtain emerges Bobby Backdoor to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He's wearing a silver shimmery hoody along with his silver wrestling tights and trademark bandana. Bobby stops at the edge of the stage area and poses to the crowd, soaking in the boos, while at the same time acknowledging the few fans of his that still exist. Bobby slowly makes his way toward the ring and slides in, posing for the crowd once more in the center of the ring. Axel Reid: Both combatants are now in the ring, which means once that bell sounds... Ruby Parvati: Thank you, Captain Obvious. What would we ever do without your keen observations? Axel Reid: Your sarcasm amuses only yourself, Ruby. Ruby Parvati: No, what amuses me right now is both of those men... standing at opposite ends of the ring... who are about to tie up and make me all - DING! DING! DING! Ruby Parvati: Really? Axel Reid: And this match is officially under way! Both Casanova and Bobby size each other up from their respective corners before gradually pacing out into the middle of the ring, where they lock up after the fact. Backdoor, with a clear size advantage, begins to overpower English as he shoves him back toward the corner while still in the collar elbow tie up position. Casanova puts a little more elbow grease into it and starts to push Backdoor slightly, but all of a sudden he delivers a swift knee to the abdomen of his surprised foe, causing Backdoor to hunch over with a groan. English seizes the moment and whips Backdoor into the ropes hard and as he comes back, he's decked with a forceful clothesline by English. Casanova attempts to follow this up with an elbow drop to the sternum, but Bobby quickly rolls out of the way causing his opponent to drive the point of his elbow into the mat, leaving a rather obvious grimace on the face of Casanova. As English gets back to his feet, he shakes the pain from his joint just before Backdoor drives a fore arm shot right into his temple, forcing him to stumble back a step or two. Casanova answers with a right of his own, which has an identical effect on Backdoor. Before long, the two stand in the center of the ring, matching each other blow for blow! Ruby Parvati: It sure didn't take long for this to break down! Listen to the sound of those strikes being exchanged! Axel Reid: Casanova is showing that he can be very opportunistic in the early going, but Backdoor is standing his ground! Again, Bobby gains the upper hand with an unexpected elbow to the side of his opponent's head. He continues his assault by firing a series of elbows to Casanova's cranium, from a variety of different angles before whipping him into the ropes now. Backdoor drops the shoulder as Casanova is coming back, but English manages to slow his momentum just enough to prevent being back body dropped. Instead, he grabs Backdoor around the neck in a front face lock and whips him over onto his back with a picture perfect swinging neck breaker! Following the impact of the move, Bobby rolls over onto his side, grasping at the back of his neck in discomfort as Casanova sits up with a grin of approval on his face. He taps his head a couple of times with an index finger and mouths the words "I ALWAYS do my homework!" to the camera. Axel Reid: It looks like English had Bobby well scouted! He knows all too well what Brett Carson did to the neck of his at last week's event, Ruby! And now it's being targeted! Ruby Parvati: That's the mark of a great competitor, isn't it? If your opponent has a weakness, you exploit it... After surveying the carnage for a moment or two, Casanova decides to make a rather nonchalant pin attempt on Backdoor as the ref slaps the mat! 1 . . . 2 . . BACKDOOR KICKS OUT! Axel Reid: It's going to take a whole lot more than that to put someone like Bobby Backdoor away! Ruby Parvati: Don't be so sure, Axel. He may have kicked out, but it took a lot of energy to do so... That neck is really hindering his stamina! And as a woman who NEEDS a man with stamina? Well... he just isn't up to par. Axel chooses to ignore Ruby's comment regarding sexual endurance as the match carries on. Casanova decides to put the boots to a downed Bobby Backdoor, as he does so in rapid succession. Afterwards, he brings a dazed Backdoor to his feet and then backs him into the nearest corner. After delivering a few shots to the head to soften Backdoor up a bit, English props him up on the top turnbuckle and then begins to climb up the ropes in front of him. He plays to the fans who shower him with boos before draping Bobby's arm over the back of his own neck. English grabs hold of Backdoor's tights and goes for a suplerplex, but Bobby hangs onto the ropes! Again, English tries to score with the move but again, he's thwarted by Bobby holding the top rope! Suddenly, a Backdoor punches English in his exposed gut and shoves him off, but just as quickly as he falls to the mat, he's back on his feet as he runs up onto the middle rope and quickly hooks Backdoor up again!! Axel Reid: He refuses to give his opponent any room to breathe! English lifts Backdoor high overhead and then slowly leans back as both men crash to the canvas with a loud thud! Following the Superplex, English floats over the now lifeless body of Backdoor and goes for a cover!! Ruby Parvati: What a Suplex! This could be it!! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . NO! BACKDOOR GETS A SHOULDER UP! Axel Reid: He almost had him! With frustration mounting, English quickly rises to his feet and begins to confront the referee about what he felt was a slow count. He and the official begin arguing as Casanova pushes the ref, who in turn pushes him back.... RIGHT INTO A SCHOOL BOY BY BACKDOOR! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . NO! ENGLISH BARELY KICKS OUT!!! Ruby Parvati: His dispute with the referee almost cost him the match! Calm down, English! I'm not as attracted to you when you're this frustrated! Axel Reid: I'm having a very hard time believing that. Ruby Parvati: Believe this... Axel Reid: Hey! Get your hands off my... We can hear the distinct noise of Ruby and Axel fidgeting around in their seats. Meanwhile, back in the ring... English immediately gets to his feet after almost being beating by that school boy. He lays grabs Backdoor by the hair on his head, yanking him off the mat as he jabs a finger into the chest of Bobby with a free hand and begins screaming at him. "How dare you, Bobby! How dare you try to beat me with such an inferior move!" Casanova whips Bobby into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Backdoor ducks it! He continues running and ducks a second clothesline attempt from English! As Casanova is turning around, Backdoor plants a dropkick firmly into his chest, causing English to fall through the ropes and spill out onto the arena floor! Ruby Parvati: It wasn't the most conventional method, but Backdoor just killed whatever momentum English had! Axel Reid: Now he just has to - All of a sudden, "Baddest Man Alive" by The Black Keys plays over the speakers as fans instantly start booing like crazy. Backdoor takes notice of this while attempting to catch his breath. He turns to face the entrance ramp while holding the top rope to maintain his balance. Axel Reid: Oh no! Not again! Ruby Parvati: It seems like last week wasn't satisfying enough for Brett Carson! It's about to get ugly in Mankato! Bobby continues to stare at the ramp and he isn't left waiting for very long, as Brett Carson storm out from behind the curtains... wielding a steel chair. The crowd's boos are at a deafening volume now as Backdoor motions for Carson to 'come get some' as they say. Brett has an arrogant smirk plastered on his face as his walk speeds up to a jog, while he makes his way quickly down the aisle. However, just before he reaches the ring.... he stops suddenly. Axel Reid: What the... Ruby Parvati: Hell is he doing now?! Backdoor has a somewhat puzzled expression on his face as Carson decides to unfold his steel chair and plop down on it just a few feet from his rival. The two men begin trash talking one another as meanwhile, English has gotten back into the ring on the opposite end. He darts up behind Backdoor and hooks him up for a German Suplex! WITH A BRIDGE!! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . NO! BACKDOOR BARELY ESCAPES!! Axel Reid: That distraction nearly gave English the victory! But Carson is still out here at ringside, Ruby! I wonder what he has in mind? Ruby Parvati: With him? Nothing escapes the realm of possibility! And what's worse? Backdoor landed directly on his head that time! I'm not sure how much more abuse that neck of his can withstand! As Carson looks on from the safety (or lack thereof) of his seat at ringside, the match continues on with English in clear control now. He brings Backdoor to his feet and hits him with a standing dropkick of his own, causing Backdoor to stumble backwards and bounce forward off the ropes, back down onto the mat. The crowd reacts, but not to this... Brett is on the outside, attempting to work the crowd into a "Backdoor sucks!" chant, but instead they shower him with a "CARSON SUCKS!" chant instead. Axel Reid: Looks like his attempt to convince the crowd that Bobby sucks kind of back fired on him, didn't it? Ruby Parvati: According to the fans, he sucks... This infuriates Brett as stands from his chair and stomps toward the safety railing, screaming at a fan in the front row before taking his seat once more. Back in the ring, English has slowed his pace down a bit and is beginning to take a more methodical approach to his opponent, who is obviously running on the adrenaline he received when he saw Brett make his entrance. Casanova signals that the end is near as he brings Backdoor up to his feet and then lowers his head. English leaps into the air and tries to put his leg over the exposed neck of Backdoor, who powers out at the last possible second! Causing English to land bum first on the canvas and miss one of his two finishers, The ENGLISH LESSON! The crowd erupts at the sight of Backdoor managing to dodge the metaphorical bullet! Ruby Parvati: There's still some fight left in Backdoor after all!! Backdoor postures up as he catches his second wind... Just as English gets to his feet, Bobby nails him with a spinning back elbow that has English seeing stars! He whirls around uncontrollably, right into a second spinning back elbow! This time with the opposite arm! Casanova spins around again, and this time gets caught right on the button with a huge European Uppercut that sends saliva (and possibly a tooth) into the stands as fans are now solely behind Backdoor. He sizes up English who has fallen to the mat and is now scrambling to get back to his feet! Axel Reid: Put him away, Bobby! Do it now while you have the higher ground! Ruby Parvati: Look out!! Carson's up on the ring apron now, pointing at Backdoor while screaming a laundry list of insults at him. Backdoor flips Carson off as Brett doesn't take too kindly to this and begins to make his way through the ropes... BUT BACKDOOR DECKS CARSON! He loses his footing on the apron and falls to the arena floor, holding his jaw! The crowd's cheering is overcome by boos shortly after when Backdoor turns around, only to be kicked in the mid section by an ever opportunistic Casanova English. He hooks both of Bobby's arms and drills him face first into the mat with EXISTENTIAL EXISTENCE!! Axel Reid: What a move by English and Backdoor is down! Ruby Parvati: That is not right! It's just not right, damn it! The ref makes the count shortly after English hooks the leg of his incapacitated opponent. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . ? DING! DING! DING! Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of this match, via pinfall... CASANOVA ENGLISH!!! Axel Reid: Between that nagging neck injury and the assist from Brett Carson, the odds were simply too much for Bobby Backdoor to overcome, Ruby! Ruby Parvati: Despite the conclusion, it was a strong showing by one Casanova English. This guy just used one of the oldest tricks in the book, Axel. Axel Reid: What's that? Ruby Parvati: You take what the opposition gives you... and he did, which is why he won tonight. English remains in the ring for a short while, celebrating his victory while "Whistle Pig" by Solace plays over the arena speakers. Meanwhile, Brett Carson has now begin his gradual ascent back up the ramp from which he came. A cocky grin playing on his face as he massages his jawline. Soon after, our transmission goes to a commercial break.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:30:33 GMT -6
Please Leave a Message... The scene cuts backstage where we see the very-emo looking PKA, dressed in full ring attire and plenty of eyeliner, ready to go. He is seated on a steel chair in the locker room. In one hand, up to his ear, is a cell phone, and he appears to be calling someone. In the other hand, in his lap, is a manikin head. This is the same head from last week's Breakthrough that mysteriously rolled his way in the hallway when he thought he heard and saw his friend, the juggalo clown known as Mr Rottentreats. PKA: Anytime you wanna answer would be great.. I got a match.. PKA holds the manikin head up to eye level and examines it. The voice-mail picks up. PKA: Ugh. He puts the phone down without leaving a message and looks up at the camera. PKA: It's not what it looks like. This isn't even mine.. He leans forward and hides the manikin head behind his back in the chair. PKA: There's been a lot of issues in my life lately, but none that I can't overcome. Tonight's "issue" is Scott Knight, and possibly L.L. at ringside. Hey girl. Scott, my win over you tonight will be symbolic of a decade of me clawing my way through the darkness of kNIGHT to finally survive for the break of dawn. And believe me you, it's gonna be on...til the break of dawn.. no fear, no limits, just pain. PKA nods at the camera and looks behind him at the manikin head as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:31:07 GMT -6
The War Has Only Just Begun The camera shifts backstage to the sight of Paxar Vega strolling down a hallway, with none other than The Herald of Holiness herself Reya Serra walking beside her. Paxar Vega: Come on! Say it, Reya…you can do eet! A moment passes until Reya relents to the request of her friend. Reya Serra: That cinnamon roll I had earlier was...da bomb? For...rizzle? No, no... Reya lets out a heavy sigh and shakes her head in dismay. Reya Serra: I...I do not understand this...whatever this conglomeration is that you have taken to speaking...and I do not think that I ever will. Paxar Vega: Hey, s’all good, homie. We'll keep workin' on it, yo. Fo sho. Reya Serra: I sound utterly ridiculous. I think I shall stick to actual words and phrases rather than whatever this is. Slightly frustrated, Paxar furrows her eyebrows. Paxar Vega: Ugh, fine...be that way. Anyway, are you ready for Oliver tonight? Reya answers with a polite nod. Reya Serra: I am ready, but perhaps it is Mister Oliver that should be the one that is worried about being ready to face me. Paxar Vega: That may be so, but what about Iser? Aren’t you the least bit worried about running into the Deity of Destruction tonight? Reya scoffs, shaking her head. Reya Serra: I am worried not about him, but rather focused on my upcoming match. As for referring to himself as a deity...apparently he has forgotten the First Commandment. You do remember it, do you not? Paxar thinks for a moment, racking her brain until finally shaking her head causing Reya to sigh in response. Reya Serra: He is the Lord, our God. Thou shalt have no other gods before Him. Paxar snaps her fingers suddenly. Paxar Vega: Fudgecakes! I totally knew that one! Reya Serra: Seth has broken that Commandment. There is only one Lord, and Seth Iser is most definitely not Him. For referring to himself by such a disrespectful moniker, calling himself a god...and one of destruction at that, he will face judgement. A Final Judgement… Paxar Vega: In the meantime, you might need to grow eyes in the back of your head. He wants to destroy you, Reya...and he’s not going to stop until he gets exactly what he wants. Reya Serra: To expose me as a woman of contradiction? A woman who presents purity but has a tainted heart? Many have tried...my own twin sister has even attempted it… Reya lets out a small sigh at the thought of Cera and glances briefly at her scarred arm before looking back at Paxar. Reya Serra: Yet still here I stand, The Herald of Holiness in a sea of heathens. Seth Iser and I will no doubt go to battle again. Our war is far from over...and when we do? It is I who will be victorious. First though comes Alexander Oliver. Speaking of which, I believe it is time for me to begin my final preparations for my match. Come, on to our locker room. Paxar nods in agreement as the two women continue down the hallway, the camera shifting back to ringside.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:32:05 GMT -6
Rayne Draven-Omega Vs. Logan Rourke-Keegan The lights in the arena dim as a violet fog rolls up from the stage. Black lights turn on as Imagica's "Remember Me" blares through the arena's sound system. It's safe to say I'm lonely now A place called home is just a memory away I know I've done this all before A thousand silent voices begging me to stay Rayne emerges from the tunnel and curtsies to the crowd, dressed in white wrestling trunks and a white athletic halter top with violet accents. Her legs are protected by white and violet shin guards over white boots. Paxar Vega emerges right behind Rayne in a skin tight dark blue outfit. Apologies all left unsaid Secrets better left unspoken Dreams are slowly put to bed Rumors stirred and reawoken Rayne proceeds to walk to the ring, while smiling to the warm reception of the fans as Paxar is slapping their hands for high-fives. Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is a Singles Match scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, being accompanied by Paxar Vega, she stands at 5'3" and weighs in tonight at 141lbs ... hailing from Saylorville, Iowa ... RAYNE DRAVEN-OMEGA!!! Axel Reid: On the first edition of Breakthrough, Rayne Draven-Omega defeated Jarek Whitaker in a rather exciting contest. Rayne has always thought of herself as an underdog, but that victory clearly showed that she has the skills to be one of the best in VOW. And if she can defeat Logan Rourke-Keegan tonight, then I doubt the term "Underdog" will not apply to her anymore. Ruby Parvati: I'm sure Jarek was fascinated by me, which is why Rayne won. You can't do much when you're distracted ... well, except for using your hand to... Axel Reid: Ruby... Ruby Parvati: What? You're such a killjoy. Rayne climbs on the apron as Paxar stops at ringside. From there, Rayne hooks her legs on the top rope and hangs upside down before flipping back over into the ring and curtsies to the crowd one more time. Axel Reid: Jarek might have his eyes on a lot of things, but he is still a tough competitor to beat. Rayne beat him, so it wasn't a fluke by any means. Ruby Parvati: I still think it was, and I bet Logan will prove that tonight. "Different Way" by Pipes and Pints plays throughout the Verizon Wireless Center, resulting in a mild mixed reaction coming from the crowd. Logan Rourke-Keegan then walks out dressed for battle, massaging his knuckles with his hands as he walks purposefully towards the ring. Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponent, he stands at 6'1" and weighs in tonight at 215lbs ... hailing from Lurgan, Ireland ... LOGAN ROURKE-KEEGAN!!! Axel Reid: Logan Rourke-Keegan suffered a hard loss to the Joka last week, and I can tell by his mood that he wants to get a victory tonight by any means necessary. Ruby Parvati: Those punches of his didn't work that well against Joka, but I'm sure he'll knock some sense into Rayne with them. Axel Reid: Are you condoning woman battering, Ruby? Ruby Parvati: Only when a contest becomes a fight, and a fight will suit Logan well. Keegan enters the ring and raises his arms, getting another mild reaction in the process. Paxar watches on as Rayne twists her body from side to side, making sure she is flexible to quickly avoid Keegan's attacks. Once Keegan gets to his corner, the referee hurriedly signals for the bell, knowing that both combatants are ready. Axel Reid: This match is underway, and Logan is not wasting any time. Keegan goes straight for Rayne, keeping his hands up like a professional boxer would to protect his upper body and face. Rayne circles around the ring, keeping her distance from her impatient opponent. Operating on ruthlessness, Keegan swings for Rayne with a Left Hook, but Rayne dodges and kicks Keegan's thigh. Logan freezes momentarily as his leg bends, feeling the sudden stiffness of his thigh muscle after the defensive kick. However, he does try to fend off Rayne with another Left Hook, but Rayne avoids the strike again before she jumps up and wraps her legs around his neck, hanging upside down briefly before she swings her body around and latches onto his arm for an Octopus Stretch! Axel Reid: Look at this move! Rayne is going for a submission on Keegan already with a rare Octopus Stretch! Ruby Parvati: Her body is so flexible and bendy ... it irks me... Logan struggles in the hold, but it is clear that he is not going down easily due to freshness. Thinking quickly, Keegan takes the unprecedented step of charging towards the corner and turning around before he gets there, effectively crushing Rayne between the pads and his own body! Rayne immediately lets go of the Octopus Stretch and falls to the canvas, giving Keegan time to regroup before he stomps on Rayne's stomach. Axel Reid: I guess that was the only way Logan could get out of that hold, but skilled technicians would have found another route to escape. Keegan pulls Rayne up to her feet and whips her to the opposite corner. After raising his fist and glancing at it like a pantomime villain, Logan then charges towards Rayne with his fist held back for a power punch. Unfortunately, Rayne dodges the attack and Keegan punches the turnbuckle, hurting his hand in the process! As he shakes the effects of the mistimed punch off, Rayne capitalizes and puts Keegan down with a Martial Arts Kick to the temple! Axel Reid: Rayne moved away from that running punch by Logan, but Logan could not avoid that Martial Arts Kick! Following the kick, Rayne covers Keegan with the majority of her body on his upper chest! 1 . . . 2 . . Keegan kicks out with a lateral press, causing Rayne to roll away from him. Once she stands up, Rayne strikes a recovering Logan with a kick to his chest, and as he stiffens from the blow, Rayne spins around on the spot and snaps his head back with a Heel Kick to his face! Keegan collapses onto the mat again, giving Rayne a chance to make another cover! 1 . . . 2 . . . Logan kicks out again, this time raising his shoulder to break the count! Ruby Parvati: Logan's a tough man to keep down. I think he could last longer than you, Axel. Axel Reid: Well he does have the stamina and conditioning that I don't have. Ruby Parvati: I don't know about that. I'd like to put that to the test ... if you're willing... With Keegan up to his feet, Rayne runs towards him and springs up into the air, catching him in a Swinging Neckbreaker that pays off! The crowd cheer along with Paxar as Rayne hurriedly climbs the nearest turnbuckle, not really taking her time as she flies off with a Leg Drop ... that Keegan moves away from! Axel Reid: How did Logan dodge that Leg Drop straight after the Neckbreaker?! Ruby Parvati: He's tenacious and cunning, Axel, and he's definitely a fast learner. After feeling the back of his head, Keegan pulls Rayne to her feet before he Clotheslines her back down to the canvas! The crowd boo this change in momentum, but Keegan is not fazed by their reception. He remains focused on Rayne as he pulls her up again, this time giving her a hard Scoop Slam onto the small of her back. Believing that will be enough, Logan covers Rayne and presses his body down as much as possible. 1 . . . 2 . . Rayne kicks out, nullifying Keegan's attacks! Logan looks around in frantic thought before he calms down, eventually standing back up and gesturing for Rayne to do the same. Axel Reid: Logan is baiting Rayne into another attack here. If Rayne does not see it coming, then she might suffer a loss at the hands of the Irish fighter! Ruby Parvati: I thought he was British? Axel Reid: Ireland is not part of the United Kingdom, Ruby. Ruby Parvati: Heh ... the more you know... With a sour expression, Keegan rears his arm back and prepares to nail Rayne with a strong right hand. But as he swings, Rayne ducks under the punch and kicks Keegan in the mid-section! Logan doubles over as Rayne stumbles backwards, feeling the small of her back before she rushes forward and levels Logan with a Shining Wizard! Axel Reid: Rayne with the Shining Wizard! Now she's heading for the top rope again! Rayne mounts the turnbuckle as Paxar cheers her on, and this time Rayne waits for Keegan to stand back up. Keegan, still groggy from the Shining Wizard, gets back up and inadvertently turns towards Rayne, who finally goes airborne! In a matter of milliseconds, Keegan is knocked off-balance and driven down to the canvas with THE BLACK RAYNE, and the crowd cheer the impactful manoeuvre as Rayne sits on Keegan and pulls one of his legs back for a unique cover! Axel Reid: There's the Black Rayne! Could this be it?! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . .?? DING DING DING!!! Axel Reid: And there's the three! What a win for Rayne Draven-Omega! Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of this match via pinfall ... RAYNE DRAVEN-OMEGA!!! Rayne finally stands up with her arms raised, allowing the referee to grab her wrist and declare her the winner. She soaks in the reception from the fans for a few moments before she mounts the nearest turnbuckle, celebrating her victory as Keegan stirs on the canvas. Axel Reid: Another convincing win has been added to Rayne's record here in VOW. I don't think she's quite the underdog she paints herself as, Ruby! Ruby Parvati: Until she meets someone that will make her feel worthless, I'll let her digest this win. Axel Reid: Worthless? She might be able to match her husband's accomplishments as a true Visionary! Ruby Parvati: And look what happened to him. He got a career-threatening injury and retired. Axel Reid: Because of ... never mind. Nonetheless, Rayne has earned another victory tonight, and she deserved it. Now half-way up the ramp, Rayne waves to the crowd with a smile on her face. Meanwhile Keegan sits up and absorbs the negativity, shaking his head at his inability to survive this encounter.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:33:07 GMT -6
Why, Brett, Why?! The crowd are buzzing after the last two matches and the other occurrences that happened during the show so far. They’ve gone to get beers and snack food before returning to their seats as the show rolls on... The oriental style opening of "The Baddest Man Alive" by The Black Keys whistles throughout the arena as the fans feedback with a low, deep negative vibe. The guitar riffs and drum beats kick in as from behind the curtain comes "The Next Level Athlete" Brett Carson, a swagger in the way he walks out. He’s got his traditional Next Level Athlete hoody along with the rest of his ring gear as the crowd’s booing grows louder. He has a proud smirk on his face. Behind him...walks a group of security and...Bronx Goldie. Axel Reid: Well, Brett Carson’s back out here with security on him...probably so Bobby Backdoor doesn’t try to get his hands on this damn kid. But...wow, with him is...Bronx Goldie. Ruby Parvati: Wrestling legend, Bronx Goldie...Famous matches against Chikudo Manawa and of course, the owner of this company, Steve Frei. Axel Reid: Is he associated alongside Bronx? Are they business partners, what the hell? The security make a spaced wall around the ring as Brett holds the ropes open in a form of respect for Bronx Goldie as chants of “You suck!” resound throughout the arena. Brett smiles and soaks it up though, spreading his arms out once he enters the ring. Bronx asks for a microphone to which he’s given before passing it along to Brett. The crowd don’t stop chanting and booing... Brett Carson: Are you gonna shut up or keep making noises like you’re all mentally disabled cows? The comment only receives louder boos from the crowd, as Brett scowls. After a few moments the crowd quieten down. Brett laughs before turning back to Bronx who has a smile on his face too. Brett Carson: Mankato, you can shout “I suck” all night long but at the end of the day it means absolutely nothing, as a matter of fact the only person who “sucks” is Bobby Backdoor, last week proved it...the start of the show proved it and it’ll probably be proved again next week too. So chant “you suck” but just remember who got squashed like a bug last week and who got squashed like a bug tonight by Casanova English. The crowd boo once more as Bronx pats Carson on the back. Brett Carson: Now before I get back to the events that occurred last week, let me introduce you...no, let me re-introduce you to the man that is going to guide me to the top! He’s going to do what Steve Frei could never do...Ladies and gentlemen, get on your knees and hail to “The Golden Child of Professional Wrestling”, my personal advisor, mentor, manager and friend...Bronx Goldie! Goldie steps forward and takes a arrogant bow as he receives mixed reactions from the audience in attendance, some are die hard, old school wrestling fans while others dislike him just because he’s associated with Carson now. Ruby Parvati: No respect whatsoever for a legend of our business...Absolutely sickening. Axel Reid: Oh please, after what Bronx has done to people in this business there’s no way you can expect him to be cheered here… A few of the fans in the front row start chanting, “WE WANT OWEN!” in reference to Owen being a “Golden Boy” too. Much to the annoyance of Carson. Brett Carson: He’s long gone gentlemen, his career was so preposterous even Mr. Goldward couldn’t save it. He’s a coward of the first order and just like I assured Mr. Goldward, I’ll assure you imbeciles...I am nothing like that blood thirsty “wrestler”. He, much like Joka and my opponent tonight Cera, belongs or in his case belonged in what I like to call “The Short Careers” section of wrestling...I feel disgraced calling what they do even wrestling. No offense, Bronson... but if your nephew knows what is best for him, his health and his family he’ll stay retired and that’s not a threat that’s a safety instruction...maybe write an autobiography or become a road agent like the rest of the violent crusaders who bled out have done. The crowd is showering “The Next Level Athlete” as Goldie dusts his hands and puts them in the air as if he were to say, “He’s not my problem.” Brett Carson: But alas, I’m not here to talk about the past...Well, not that far back in the past. I’m more focused on last week. Now...I know, I know, you’ve been waiting for an explanation. Why Bobby Backdoor, right? Why make my impact...my statement on Bobby? Well, simply because he’s the prime example, the perfect exhibit on what is wrong with the wrestling industry today. Prime example started last show in fact...After the performance I put up against Joka, I’m left off the card, not even bothered to be booked and then I’m offended even more by seeing that Bobby Backdoor is in the main event? A moron like him doesn’t belong in the ring, I could care less really how well he might “wrestle”, his type of people dont belong in the wrestling world… The crowd once again boo. Brett Carson: ...in fact his type of people, the gay community, don’t belong in the world period! It disgusts me to my utter core that Backdoor, a gay, is getting main event opportunities that an athlete...a professional like me should be getting. It’s outrageous and I know management won’t listen to me...so I thought since that filth Joka could beat the ever living crap out of someone and not only get a free walk but make an impact off of it then so can I. And, boy...ever since then the name Brett Carson has been in all your mouths… Ruby Parvati: I wish Brett was in my mouth...Mmmm Axel Reid: Shhh!!! The crowd starts chanting “Booorriiinnng!” which doesn’t bother him at all... Bronx however is furious, already losing his temper. Brett Carson: Guys like Scott Knight, Seth Iser, Matt Slater, myself... real wrestlers, no shenanigan wrestlers should be treasured and treated right, not former gay pornstars or Elvis Presley wannabes or old bastards going through their mid life crisis or pretty boys and people like Bobby Backdoor will continue to pay the price until the management learn that. And as for Bobby, he won’t ever go away...not unless I end him. I’ll do the whole world a favour and eliminate him from the memories of you idiots! Backdoor doesn’t belong in VOW, or in wrestling and since he refuses to stay down...I’ll do it for him but on my terms. I’ll prove once and for all that it should be me in the main event. The crowd jeers away still as Brett drops the mic and once again opens the ropes for Bronx to step through as the crowd now chant for Bobby Backdoor. His music plays for the second time and the two men are escorted up the ramp by security. Ruby Parvati: A man with confidence, but we’ll see how confident he is when he faces Cera later tonight. Axel Reid: He’s targeting Bobby Backdoor though, a disgusting idea that the homosexual community doesn’t belong in the wrestling world. Just to clarify folks, we here at VOW do not endorse the opinion of Brett here. That’s his own opinion and not ours. Ruby Parvati: Good job! Way to be a company man, Reid!
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:34:20 GMT -6
Advancement Ends with Blue Balls We transition to a view of the dressing room door of Scott Knight. It eases open and the Mistress steps out, cell phone in hand. She looks up and down the hallway before stepping out. The Mistress: Yes, I know...no, Victor, everything will be dealt with. Scott is not going to be a... Her voice trails off as she rounds a corner. Heading her direction is none other than Jarek. He looks over his shoulder and smiles, making his way toward Lovecraft. The Mistress: Oh, what fresh hell is this...Vic, I'll call you back. What do you want? Jarek raises his hands defensively, but remains cocky in posture. Jarek: Hey, take it easy. I was just going to let you know I was watching you out there, and you were looking good. The Mistress: I'm well aware of just how good I look. Do you have anything of substance to offer this conversation, or is this going to be another downward spiral of futility? Jarek steps forward and reaches up to The Mistress's hair, as if to brush away a strand. Jarek: Hey, listen, babe.. In a blur, Lovecraft brings a knee into Jarek's crotch before drawing her chain flogger from her belt. Looking down at Jarek, who has fallen to his knees, The Mistress frowns. She pulls back to strike, then stops, shakes her head, and steps away. The Mistress: You are not worthy of The Mistress's Caress. Stay down there...the position does suit you. Lilith Lovecraft whirls on a boot-heel and heads back down the hall. She returns the flogger to her belt and withdraws her cellphone. With a swipe, she lifts it to her ear as she rounds the corner. The Mistress: Hello, Victor? No, it was nothing... As Lovecraft vanishes from sight, we see Jarek slowly getting back to his feet while clutching at his genitalia. Following a sharp exhale, he stares straight ahead with a certain look on his face. As if her swift kick to the gonads had only made him want her more. Jarek: Playing hard to get, are ya? That's okay, babe... I like it rough. That being said, he limps forward in the same direction Mistress Lovecraft had gone as our cameras go back to ringside for the next match.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:35:16 GMT -6
Scott Knight Vs. PKA The lights lower as the opening of The Cruxshadows' "Sophia" begins to play. "The human animal is a beautiful and terrible creature, capable of limitless compassion and unfathomable cruelty." Mistress Lovecraft strides through the entryway and briefly poses before beckoning for Knight to join her. He steps dutifully to her side. Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First making his way to the ring, accompanied by “The Mistress” Lilith Lovecraft, standing at 6’4 and weighing in at 245 lbs... Hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana... ‘The Blackguard’ SCOTT KNIGHT!!! A strobing spotlight settles on the pair, and both make their way to the ring. Reaching ringside, he steps forward and leaps to the apron, holding the ropes for The Mistress to enter the ring. Knight steps through the ropes, where The Mistress whispers some final words of encouragement before kissing one cheek, slapping the other, and sliding from the ring to watch the carnage. Scott rubs his cheek with a smile as he looks across the ring. Axel Reid: The look of confidence is just exuding off the face of Scott Knight. He has been on a real tear of Visionaries of Wrestling since our debut show two weeks back. In our inaugural episode of Breakthrough!, Scott Knight was able to derail the debuting rookie from Mississippi, Blue Suede Bruce. In what was a physical confrontation, and last week, Scott Knight stepped ahead of a veteran, Jarek who has made his name around the world, wrestling for acclaimed promotions. Ruby Parvati: So you fancy Scott Knight to win? I think I’m with you on that. He is proving to be a dominate force in VOW. Mistress Lovecraft as a very keen eye for obedient man-servants. I could use two or three young bucks like Scott Knight at home. Axel Reid: No, Ruby, I’m a neutral journalist. I’m just pointing out that Scott Knight is making his presence known in VOW at the expense of his competition. The opening rift of "Pieces" by Sum 41 hits the PA System and all except a couple red lights that shine at the entrance stay on. As the lyrics kick in, PKA steps out onto the stage with his arms out in a crucifix, and a fluorescent light tube strapped to both arms by a black forearm band. He wears a black and white t-shirt with "Man With No Name" written from top to bottom on it, as well as black jeans. He lowers his head and pulls each light tube out of its strap. PKA holds both tubes side by side in front of his face and he nods his head once before making his way down the aisle. Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent... Standing 5’9 and weighing in at 201 lbs... Hailing from Wichita, Kansas... “Grade A” P! K! A!!! PKA toys around with the tubes as he makes his way down the aisle, pretending they are a sword and then a baseball bat, before sliding into the ring and climbing to the second turnbuckle. With his arms out in a crucifix once again, light tubes held out in each hand, PKA surveys the crowd as they cheer and take pictures. He hops off of the turnbuckle and places his weapons aside as his music fades out. Axel Reid: PKA is looking quite confidant himself he entered the ring with those two fluorescent light tubes, now handing them off to the outside of the ring. PKA was also on the inaugural show where he faced Vanessa. However, Vanessa hijacked the match for her own personal magic show. Ruby Parvati: And PKA looked the fool. But here’s the thing. He underestimated the veteran, Queen of the Ring. It is your job to go into that ring, use your strengths and exploit your opponents weakness. Vanessa was smart using magic in her first match. PKA was not going to plan for it. Axel Reid: Is the great Ruby Parvati actually going to professionally call a match? Ruby Parvati: I’m always professional. I’m just not uptight like most people in this building. But besides professional, I’m feeling a little hot, a little bothered. Do you think you could? The bell sounds and Scott Knight looks down to his Mistress who gives him his marching orders by simply pointing towards PKA. PKA shakes his wrist and sprints right for Knight jumping at him with a leaping forearm, but Knight sidesteps it and tosses the much PKA in the corner. The Blackguard looks towards Mistress before running full steam like a locomotive and crushing PKA with an avalanche. PKA hunches forward with a look of pain on his face and attempts to regain his breath. Axel Reid: Scott Knight early on taking control of the match. Using his sheer size to just over power the smaller PKA. One can only assume that PKA is going to have to rely on his speed to overcome this very big challenge tonight. Scott Knight, back in the opposite corner starts to charge again, but at the last second PKA gets his feet of the ground and plants them in Knight’s face dropping the Blackguard to the matt and PKA makes a quick cover. 1... Kickout!! Ruby Parvati: Can’t blame the twerp for trying. He got the big guy down on the canvas, how often can he see that happen? Just try and take the covers when he can. Axel Reid: Both men in there are accomplished athletes can you stop, just stop you biased ramblings for one second and accept the match for what it is worth? As Scott Knight gets back up to his knees, PKA runs in with an enziguri before the VOW’s Black Knight can get back up. PKA looks around at the crowd before rearing up for a big soccer kick to the side of Knight, however Knight grabs PKA’s leg and throws him off balance. Axel Reid: That was a wicked enziguri, but PKA took too long to follow up. Knight back up to his feet and lays PKA out with an ultra-stiff clothesline. Knight looks over to the Mistress and she points up to the top rope. Knight smirks and climbs up he turnbuckle and flawlessly backflipping for a moonsault. He’s about to go for the cover but the Mistress pantomimes for Knight to break PKA. Axel Reid: I don’t agree with this. He should have went for the cover. He looks like he’s going for Devine Vengeance!!! No wait... PKA counters it and out of nowhere hits a Japanese arm drag and fluidly sinches in a hanging octopus stretch and Scott Knight has nowhere to go. The Mistress is on the outside shouting towards her Blackguard to make it out of the hold. The referee asks Scott if he gives up and he defiantly shouts the word ‘no’ Scott Knight in great pain thinks on what he can do and decides to throw himself backwards on top of PKA. Both PKA’s shoulders are on the mat 1... 2... KICKOUT!!! PKA kicks out whilst releasing the octopus stretch. Axel Reid: Amazing wrestling right here, great showing by both competitors. Ruby Parvati: I want to see them perform in another kind of show. PKA and Scott Knight now back up to their knees and they trade clubbing forearms. The Mistress is slapping her hands on the apron, yelling for Scott to gain the upper hand. Knight tries to will his way to impress her, but PKA’s shots start coming in faster as he uses his speed to rocket them into his opponent. Axel Reid: This is a much better showing from PKA this week as opposed to two weeks ago in his match with Vanessa. Ruby Parvati: Similar to my thoughts before. I’d like him to give me a much better showing. Axel: For once... the match.. Please!! Just call the match!!! As both men get up two their feet, PKA takes off dashing and springboards off the top rope and hits the Blackguard with a hurricanrana pin. 1... 2... 3??? NO!!! KICKOUT!!! The crowd goes crazy for the feat of athleticism as The Mistress starts verbally expressing her displeasure with a hint of relief that her Blackguard was not pinned. Axel: And there is that fecal matter chant we’ve been waiting for. Holy crap, indeed! PKA looking determined grabs the top ropes and leaps off the mat to the the top turnbuckle in a fluid motion. He starts mouthing off to the mistress. PKA: He may be great, but he isn’t Grade A! With that PKA leaps off for his Corkscrew 630, but at the last second, Scott Knight rolls out of the way and in a miraculous turn of events, PKA controls his landing to his feet, although resulting in a shot of pain up his ankles. Knight notices as he grabs PKA by the legs, tossing backwards onto the canvas, hitting the back of his head hard on the mat. Knight then locks in the stretch muffler as the fans get louder, almost expressing their hatred Knight through the appreciation for the athletic showmanship in the match. Axel Reid: What a beautiful submission. Knight saw PKA’s awkward landing and is targeting those ankles with this submission. It might be all she wrote for PKA. Ruby Parvati: Submission? At my place we call this foreplay. Axel Reid: Yeesh, wait what. Is that? Jarek is coming down the aisle. Last week he lost to Scott Knight and rumors are that Jarek has come to fancy Mistress Lovecraft. Scott Knight is synching in the muffler tight on PKA who’s screaming in pain and refusing to tap out, despite how messed up the ankle is right now. Jarek walks around to ringside and puts his arms around the Mistress who just now realized Jarek was there. She screams in disgust, getting Knights attention. Axel Reid: I really think Scott Knight should be focusing more on the match right now. PKA is down but not out. Scott Knight: Get your hands off the Mistress! Jarek innocently shakes his head and raises his arms but quickly cops a feel on one of the Mistress’s luscious breasts. The Mistress starts turning red and heated shouting unintelligibly at Jarek. She grabs out her cat o’ nine tails and swings it wildly towards J-Dub who evades it in Looney Tunes like fashion. Scott Knight steps forward to leave the ring, but PKA rolls him up from behind. 1... 2... 3... DING DING DING “Pieces” plays over the speakers are PKA looks ecstatic, and Scott Knight and the Mistress look on irritated and in shock. PKA rolls out of the ring with his arms raised high to the sky. Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner by pinfall, P! K! A!!! Axel Reid: Jarek just cost Scott Knight the match Scott Knight was 2 and 0 coming in here tonight and Jarek helped throw the victory in PKA’s favor. Knight and Lovecraft must be livid!!! Ruby Parvati: More than livid. Jarek just groped the poor Mistress I have a feeling that we’re gonna see some rage in a second from Scott Knight. Jarek’s dancing around the ring jumping whilst fist pumping with the hand that cupped Mistress Lovecraft’s breast. The Mistress upset now folding her arms over her chest yells towards Knight Mistress Lovecraft: GET HIM!!! With that Knight rolls out of the ring prompting Jarek to run up the ramp, never stopping his fist pumping. Even with Scott Knight chasing him up the ramp, he still points to his fist and screams. Jarek: I’M NOT WASHING THIS FOR A WEEK!” The audience members that can hear him break out into laughter while a redfaced Blackguard is in hot pursuit, chasing Jarek into the back.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:36:02 GMT -6
Vindictive Practices Backstage in the Verizon Wireless Center, Matt Slater is sat upright on a foldable chair, intently watching something on a television in the corner of the room. Whatever he is visually absorbing is not seen or heard, but it is apparent that the subject material is affecting his mood, displayed in his eyes behind the blue lenses of his black and silver mask. After a particular moment on the screen, Slater clenches his fist and bows his head, audibly exhaling with growing fury. Suddenly, urgent knocks emanate from a closed door at the side of the room, but Slater does not budge from his seat. Eventually, the person responsible enters the room unacknowledged, strolling in with an air of sophistication and annoyance surrounding their presence. The person is none other than Dawn Ashby, a woman that focuses on Slater with pouted lips. That is until she notices the television, visualizing whatever is on screen before she looks back at Slater. Dawn: Travelling down memory lane, I see... Without responding, Slater calmly stands up from the chair and walks to the television before turning it off. Knowing he cannot avoid the topic, Slater decides to speak to a curious Dawn without looking at her. Slater: Only momentarily. Dawn: What I would do ... to turn back the hands of time... After issuing this enigmatic comment, Dawn sighs and folds her arms. Meanwhile, Slater nods in agreement. Slater: You and me both... Dawn: Aren't you going to ask me why? Emitting a grunt, Slater finally focuses on Dawn instead of looking at the blank television screen. Slater: I feel like I already know the answer. Dawn: Then say it. Slater: Vanessa ... right? At the mention of Vanessa's name, Dawn turns her head angrily. Dawn: Yes ... Vanessa... Another nod from Slater follows, which is preceded by a rub of his exposed elbow. Slater: But her involvement is only part of the reason. Dawn: Of course... A scoff of disbelief escapes Dawn's lips, brought on by a thought she just had. Dawn: How have I tolerated her for this long without going feckin' insane? I am... increasingly fed up with her constant wasting of time ... so fed up with her gallivanting around doing stupid, irrelevant things. Slater: When it comes to friends with that kind of behaviour, I guess we're in the same boat... Dawn: I suppose we are. Well ... at least I have someone decent to journey with across this turbulent ocean that continues to be a pain in my arse... Dawn then looks at Slater, eyeing him up and down interestingly. Afterwards she scowls. Dawn: She fired me ... as if I was part of her employ ... as if I signed a contract that she kept in a drawer for some coffee-stained table in her feckin' house. That was not the agreement we had, so how about this? My management services with her ... consider them null and void. I can do other things with my time ... better things that will not give me constant migraines... Slater: Perhaps you need a break... Dawn: Oh I have something else in mind ... but some kind of pleasurable stress-relief does sound tempting... Dawn gives Slater a seductive glance, but Slater simply stays quiet. Shortly thereafter she concentrates on his mask, which Slater cannot help but notice. Dawn: How are your burns? She reaches out to grasp the mask, intrigued by what might be seen beneath the veil. But instead of letting her remove it, Slater blocks her hand lightly and looks away. Dawn: Point taken ... you choose to hide what has become of you... Slater: I do not hide it... Dawn: The mask says otherwise. Slater: It's merely for protection ... symbolic protection... Dawn: Yet you remain vulnerable to the bitter words of a deranged man that claims you're nothing. Knowing she is talking about Seth Iser, Slater lowers his head painfully. Slater: Let him talk... Clearly disgruntled, Slater sighs. Slater: The more he speaks, the more he fuels the fire ... a fire that will consume him in due time. What he has done to me ... what he has done to Reya ... what he has viciously and abhorrently done to everyone he has recently encountered ... his list of offenses will be brought to light, and they will be dealt with. Justice will soon prevail, Dawn .... and my revenge will occur... Dawn: Why do you delay? Instead of replying straight away, Slater seems to struggle formulating an answer. Slater: It just ... isn't time... Dawn nods in acceptance, although it's clear she wants to know more. Dawn: Speaking of time ... I believe it's time I shared something with you. I cannot revert to a previous point of my existence ... but I can do something far greater. I can set the future into motion. With a gentle caress of Slater's arm, Dawn looks longingly into Slater's eyes beyond the blue lenses. Dawn: I have a proposition for you... Before Slater can respond, the scene fades into a commercial break, ending their interaction and leaving it on mysterious terms.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:38:03 GMT -6
Cera Vs. Brett Carson The sounds of dripping water and footsteps echo throughout the arena, as the crowd is drowned in a sea of crimson light... and we suddenly hear: "And it is from this world of darkness which come the evil, destructive forces of man's nature..." The voice fades out, and suddenly the lights flash brightly once as the opening rifts of "You're Insane" by Escape the Fate scream out from the speakers. The tron flashes on, showcasing video feed of multiple matches and backstage attacks by an unidentified woman. Then, with the first verse of the song, a figure dressed in thick, heeled boots and revealing leather clothing steps out onto the stage. A smirk crawls upon this woman's lips as the crowd goes hysterical with boos at the appearance of none other than the Baddest Bitch herself. Narrowing her eyes, Cera simply smirks at the fans as she moves slowly forward, the lights following her every movement as Jen Ryette, carrying a mango smoothie, dances through the crowd with her own entrance. Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is a Singles Match scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, being accompanied by her manager Jen Ryette, she stands at 5'10" and weighs in tonight at 150lbs ... hailing from Sky Valley, Georgia ... "The Baddest Bitch", CERA!!! Axel Reid: Ladies and gentleman, introducing The Baddest ... well ... the Baddest Woman, Cera. Ruby Parvati: The Baddest Bitch, Axel ... and she looks like one... Axel Reid: I couldn't bring myself to call her that, Ruby. Maybe I'm just too polite... Ruby Parvati: Innocent, more like. I can make you into a man with the right training. Axel Reid: Er ... anyway, this will be Cera's official debut in VOW, but we did see her on the first edition of Breakthrough. Actually, I should say we witnessed her being tortured and subjected to malice by the Joka on the first edition of Breakthrough. The Joka hung her upside down and proceeded to have a ... "interview" ... with her ... but it wasn't as much an interview as it was Joka accusing Cera of ruining his reputation. He was undefeated in Cage Matches in various promotions, and he was known as the King of The Cage. But when Cera defeated him in a Cage, he went into a mental tailspin, and began to develop a serious hatred towards her. Then last week, Cera attacked Joka, and said that she will prove she is more hardcore than he ever is ... or was... Ruby Parvati: And that's why she's in VOW, right? Axel Reid: I think she's in VOW for a number of reasons, but the main one on her mind right now is to get her revenge on Joka and put him in his place, since she is the self-proclaimed Sovereign of Hardcore. Ruby Parvati: And the Baddest Bitch, Axel. Don't forget that ... because I won't... Her manager Jen slips in from the crowd as Cera reaches the ring, leaps over the ropes acrobatically, and lands on the mat. She then saunters forward and offers a wicked gaze to the crowd before turning back around to calmly await her opponent, all while Jen skips around the ring energetically. Axel Reid: Of course we can't forget that Jen Ryette is also in VOW, having been a manager of Cera's for several years. Ruby Parvati: I've heard some stories about her and her multifaceted past, and here is my summary... Axel Reid: ... What? Ruby Parvati: Exactly. The oriental style opening of "The Baddest Man Alive" by The Black Keys whistles throughout the arena as the fans feedback with a low, deep negative vibe. The guitar riffs and drum beats kick in as from behind the curtain comes "The Next Level Athlete" Brett Carson, a swagger in the way he walks out with the hood on his hooded zip up sweater barely covering his eyes. "I can take the pitchfork from the devil...Keep a super suit like I'm incredible...From the deep blue sea, to the darkest sky...I'm the baddest man alive..." The hood comes off and the emotionless look on Brett's face tells it all as he momentarily scans the crowd, the emotionless face turns to one of disgust. "I'll grab a crocodile by it's tail...Handcuff the judge and put the cops in jail...Make the meanest woman break down and cry..." Brett smirks as he mouth, "I'm the baddest man alive." to the camera before cockily walking down, ignoring the trash talk he's getting from a few of the fans. Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponent, he stands at 6'0" and weighs in tonight at 220lbs ... hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota ... "The Next Level Athlete", BRETT CARSON!!! Axel Reid: Well I can say right now what Brett Carson did last week to Bobby Backdoor was disgusting and uncalled for. After Backdoor earned a hard-fought victory against Mugen Mushaboom, Brett Carson came out and attacked Backdoor with a steel chair. Then he capped it all off with a Piledriver, and I feel sick to my stomach recapping that event. And then tonight, he cost Bobby Backdoor a match against Casanova English, and I'm surprised that Backdoor was able to wrestle in the kind of condition Carson left him in! Ruby Parvati: Oh you poor thing. Want me to make you feel better ... hint hint? Axel Reid: I'll be fine ... but this isn't what VOW is supposed to represent! All this started on our second show ... our second show, Ruby! Stefan Frei came out on the first edition of Breakthrough and said that wrestling exists, that wrestling will live again, and what did we get last week at the end? We didn't get sportsmanship or class! All we got was a savage attack that did nothing but prove that Brett Carson is a vile human being! Ruby Parvati: He's not vile! He's ... very well built actually ... and rather sexy... Axel Reid: While you rate him on his looks, I rate him on his attitude. He thinks he's out to prove something and prove why he's the best wrestler in VOW? Then why doesn't he prove it in the ring against Cera? Why doesn't he step into the ring against Backdoor and wrestle him? It just makes me sick that he would do such a thing and ruin what wrestling can be, what it should be in this day and age! Ruby Parvati: I think you need to lie down. Here, you can use my breasts for a pillow. Carson looks in the ring, ready for the battle ahead of him. He hops on the apron and looks out to the crowd once again before entering the ring. He hops on the second rope and looks out at the crowd finally acknowledging some of the folks in the front row before hopping off. He takes off his jacket and rudely dumps it outside the ring for the staff to pick it up. He rolls his wrists around and hops on the spot, all while Cera stares at him with a confident expression on her face. Axel Reid: No ... I have to be professional. What I will say about Carson ... is that he is a talented athlete. His attitude aside, he is a competent wrestler with a good track record. But you have to consider how he will fare against someone as fast and deadly as Cera. She has trained in multiple styles over the years, most notably MMA and Taekwondo, and those legs of hers should be avoided at all costs. Ruby Parvati: If only she let men give her foot rubs instead of kicking their heads off. Then she'd be happier. But with an ass like that, why isn't she already? The referee signals for the bell, causing Carson to smirk arrogantly and spread his arms. Cera just tilts her head to the side with an unimpressed expression, keeping her eyes on Carson as he tells her that this is his world to dominate. Cera fails to reply, but Jen does. She shouts out loud that she wants to be dominated, which causes Cera to glare at her in protest. Unfortunately, this gives Carson a chance to rush forward, and just after Cera face-palms, Carson shoulder barges Cera into the corner and begins to knee her in the stomach! Axel Reid: Jen just inadvertently distracted Cera, and now Carson is going to work on her abdomen with those solid knee strikes! Ruby Parvati: Trust Cera to have a manager that causes her more pain than pleasure. It's so counter-productive! After delivering several quick knees to Cera, Carson grabs her arm and whips her towards the opposite corner. However, Cera manages to perform a no-handed cartwheel during the Irish Whip to the amazement of Carson and the crowd, but she does not let them soak it in! Carson foolishly rushes towards her and Cera kicks him hard in the stomach, following it up with a Judo Hip Toss that puts Carson straight onto the canvas! Axel Reid: What athleticism from Cera! Did you see what she just did?! Ruby Parvati: That's nothing. You should see what I can do with my legs. Cera now has Carson caught in a side headlock on the ground, but the much heavier and much stronger athlete gets up quickly without much effort. He forces Cera off him and pushes her towards the ropes, which Cera rebounds off of to gain some momentum. Carson grabs Cera on the way back and spins her around for a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, but Cera somehow wraps her legs around Carson's head during the move and transitions his move into a Headscissors Takedown! The Next Level Athlete looks agitated as he forces himself back up, with Cera confidently waiting for him. She aims a lightning fast kick at his side that connects, and as Carson feels his ribs, Cera steps back for a Roundhouse Kick to his head! However, Carson ducks under this kick and hastily grabs Cera around her waist, launching her up into the air and over his shoulders with a German Suplex! Axel Reid: This match is going at such a fast pace, you have to wonder how much stamina these two have to last in a contest of this calibre! After gaining some much needed breath, Carson brings Cera back to her feet and knocks her towards the corner with a forearm smash. The Baddest Bitch shakes her head momentarily, but Carson hammers her with a Discus Elbow for good measure. Once he feels safe, Carson puts his hands around the back of Cera's neck and smiles broadly. With his hands linked around Cera's neck, Carson jumps up and delivers a monkey flip ... only for Cera to spin over and perfectly land on her feet! The crowd react to this awesome sight of agility as Carson looks over his shoulder, annoyed that Cera managed to counter his move again. Carson hurries up to his feet and charges at Cera for a clothesline, but Cera catches Carson with a drop toe hold and smoothly rolls over him into an open-arm Crossface, surprisingly bringing Carson down yet again with a technical wrestling maneuver! Axel Reid: Well this is interesting. Cera is actually wrestling instead of relying on her speed and striking skills! I knew she could do this, but it's an uncommon sight to see! Ruby Parvati: That's because that dumb bint simply ENJOYS playing with weapons more... Axel Reid: You like what you like. Either way, obviously she excels at more than just the hardcore part of this industry. Carson struggles in the hold for a moment before being able to take advantage of Cera not using the arm-trap. He twists sideways a bit then uses his strength to leverage up to a position on one knee. Reaching up to where Cera’s hands are locked in front of his face, Carson inserts his own hands. He fights to use his superior strength to break her grip. The Baddest Bitch struggles against him, but her hands start to slowly separate. Ruby Parvati: Look at how his muscles are rippling with the effort here! That Brett Carson looks amazing. Axel Reid: It’s not his muscles that are impressive. He calmly and quickly exploited a mistake by the less submission-minded Cera. Ruby Parvati: I am sure she is used to men trying to do that to her with that sort of body. Brett Carson has now pulled Cera’s hands about a foot apart. He quickly ducks under and behind her while yanking her right arm which had been over his shoulders in the crossface up behind her with Cera’s hand being pinned between her shoulder blades. Carson quickly releases her hand and shoots that hand up under her arm to pin it up while his other hand releases her other hand and wraps around her throat. His hands clench together to complete the crossface chickenwing. Axel Reid: Wow! Carson raised Cera’s crossface a crossface chickenwing. That was a great counter by Stefan Frei’s protégé. Not to be outdone, Cera counters by quickly sliding her right leg back and kicking the inside of Carson’s leg, pushing his foot outward and over-widening his base. This lowers his body level just enough to lessen the pressure on Cera’s arm in the chickenwing, but it does cause his arm to tighten around her throat. In response, Cera simply sits down. Carson’s own grip on her arm and throat pulls him down chin-first onto the top of her head. Stunned momentarily, Carson wobbles awkwardly back away from Cera. Axel Reid: That flurry of counters is what wrestling is about! These two went point and counter-point there. Ruby Parvati: Oh, I bet that Carson can really point when gets revved up. The stunned silence from Axel Reid is luckily filled by action in the ring. In a flurry of movement, the Sovereign of Hardcore jumps to her feet and rushes at Carson. She uses her incredible quickness to jump onto his shoulders in a seated position before he can fully gather himself. She tries to launch him with a hurricanrana. Brett’s strength again comes into play, and Cera’s attempt just results in her slamming her back into his chest. Ruby Parvati: Those big muscles were too much. Cera did not have him off balance enough to throw him over. Now she’s in trouble. Axel Reid: You’re exactly right, Ruby! She is hanging in quite the predicament. The Next Level Athlete uses his hands to flip Cera back up into a normal seated position as he turns 180 degrees, facing the turnbuckle. With clear intentions, he lifts Cera up off his shoulders and starts to slam her down in that direction. However, she has other ideas. Twisting back and to the side, she executes a variant of the Cut Throat. Carson’s throat gets brought down hard against the top rope while Cera lands safely outside the ring having down a back-handstand when Brett’s throat impacted. Ruby Parvati: Wow! Look at her go! Every time it looks like her speed is neutralized, she finds a new way to use it. Axel Reid: Cera is certainly exhibiting a great display of athleticism. The contrasting styles are working interestingly, and both wrestlers are doing well to use their strengths here tonight. Not wanting to lose this advantage she has gained, Cera quickly gets onto the apron and springboards into the ring with a dropkick that levels the wobbly Brett Carson. With Carson down on his face, The Baddest Bitch reaches down and underhooks his arms before flipping forward over him onto her back. This positioning puts a great amount of pressure on Brett’s shoulder joints, even if he does carry the strength advantage. Axel Reid: I am surprised to see Cera using Nothing Personal here. That submission hold would work much better on someone her own size, but it does manage to neutralize Carson’s power. This move could end it. Ruby Parvati: There is no way that Carson taps out here. It’s a good hold, but he’s just too strong. Carson is struggling in the hold. Cera is flat on her back to maximize the pressure. Brett tries twisting and turning to get free, but he is unable to rock far enough over to roll completely over and get free. After five or six attempts, the efforts seem to slow and fade as the pressure is becoming too much. Axel Reid: Ruby, you may have been wrong. It looks like Carson is fading. He might be done here. Ruby stays silent for once. Suddenly, in a quick, last ditch effort, Carson twists his hips and uses all of his strength and size advantage to twist over. The movement actually rolls Carson on top of Cera. Pinned face-first to the mat under her larger opponent, The Baddest Bitch tries flailing to get him off. Ruby Parvati: HA! I told you he would get free! You owe me now. Axel Reid: I didn’t doubt your assessment. I simply thought Cera had executed the move extremely well. Now let’s see who can take advantage. Carson has her pinned underneath him awkwardly….wait! He just reached back and grabbed her. What is he doing? Brett has indeed reached up over his shoulders and grabbed Cera’s flailing wrists. He sits and gets to his feet in one fluid motion, using his compact frame and power to pull her through so that she is draped over his back with her legs folded under her. Ruby Parvati: CX ’14 time! The mountain is about to come crashing down! Carson drops to a sitting position to slam Cera down with him awkwardly, but she has used yet another burst of agility! The Baddest Bitch pulled herself back up over him like a gymnast. Using Brett’s grip on her arms, she yanks him upwards to his feet just at the same time as whipping leg up behind herself. Her foot comes down over her shoulder, slamming into Carson’s very stunned face. Axel Reid: Holy crap! Extreme Speed! We thought Carson was going to execute CX ’14, but that was an incredible counter into Extreme Speed! Surely Cera has won this match now! Cera drops down to cover Brett, and the referee slides in to count the pinfall. 1… 2… 3…?? Ding Ding Ding! Ruby Parvati: That was some incredible flexibility from the Baddest Bitch. Can you call her that now, Axel? Axel Reid: She certainly is The Baddest, but I will not resort to calling her a bitch. That was a great match, and a great win for Cera. It was also a wrestling masterclass. Fantastic.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:39:09 GMT -6
Scraping the Smile off Her Pretty Face Axel Reid: What a match that was! Both competitors definitely showed that they're forces to be reckoned with in this business! Ruby Parvati: I suppose so.... I'm not exactly happy with the outcome... Axel Reid: You're never happy... unless you're watching boys gone wild or something... Ruby Parvati: Honey, I don't need to watch a SHOW, I-... wait a moment. Why is that bitch not leaving our ring? Axel Reid: Huh... I have no idea. Cera's still standing in the middle of the ring. Is she... gesturing for a mic?? Ruby Parvati: Oh lord, she's going to speak? Ugh, we all know I'M the only woman anyone wants to listen to. Axel Reid: ...right... anyway, let's hear what she has to say! Our view pans to the ring, hovering on the tired Cera, whose cocky smirk can't help but cause the fans to start booing. She lifts the mic she was handed, relishing their negativity for a moment, before she lowers it to her mouth and speaks in a cool, arrogant tone... Cera: Well hello there. The simple sentence sent a wave of hatred through the crowd, and the Baddest Bitch grinned wickedly. Cera: My my, you aren't even the same fanbase I've always dealt with, and yet you still express your disdain for me... as if your opinions matter. That's cute. Really. Adorable. She pauses, beginning to pace (a slight limp in her step but a still tranquil nature about her), as she continues her rambling... Cera: Now, that said... this was my first match, and I wanted to make sure all of you were... acquainted with me. And I wanted you to, well... TRY to understand my purpose for being here. I mean, I'm a big name. I'm the one you're terrified your kids will become... the one your husbands secretly fantasize about... the one who slips into your nightmares and makes everything a little... badder. And at first, everything was about a certain... clown. She says that final word with a certain level of venom in her tone, as the crowd not only boo her words, but also the person she's so obviously talking about. Cera continues with quite a bit of disdain in her voice... Cera: He beat the shit out of me. Blatantly. Humiliated me. Just like that little fa-bleep-ot he was acquainted with, Backdoor, did before. Only what Joka did... it was a little more... personal. And that's why I had to get even... because that's what I do. There's no point in getting pissed off. No point in blowing up. Since I began this career... I always got anyone back for whatever they f-bleep-ing do to me. Which is what I did to poor, innocent little Joka... and I just HAD to hit a sensitive spot. Not only by what was done, but by taking his precious little cheese grater... I one-upped him! It's evident!! This battle WILL be won by-- The lights in the arena suddenly go out as the audience, Cera, and the commentators are all plunged into darkness. The darkness lingers for several moments. Axel Reid: And it would seem the... clown... has come to fire back at Cera. Ruby Parvati: HASHTAG SHOTS FIRED! Axel Reid: And... we can only hope that these two psychopaths fight with their words... Ruby Parvati: We both know that's a shot... in the dark! Axel Reid: Pun intended, I'm sure! A red hue begins to fill the arena as the soft and eerily peaceful instrumental of In The House, In A Heartbeat by John Murphy begins playing throughout the arena. The crowd boo as some in the crowd begin humming along to the music like some sort of macabre acapella choir. The cameras zoom in on the stage as Joka is standing with his head down, swaying side-to-side as Monster stands behind him, his arms crossed stoically across his chest as he stares a hole into Cera. Cera stands in the ring and shifts her wait from one leg to the other as she smiles at the prospect of what stands before her. She invites the clown into the ring with a slight and subtle nod as Joka shines a sadistic smile from underneath his long dreads. The house lights come on as Joka lifts his head slowly and reveals a microphone in his hand. Joka shoots that infamous thousand yard stare toward an unwavering Cera as the crowd hush to hear his words. Joka: Tha Joka! I believe what you wanted to say is this battle WILL be won... by THA JOKA!!! Joka spits and growls at the end of his sentence as he smiles sadistically at Cera. The crowd boo him viciously as he begins walking down the stage slowly and making his way to the ring. Axel Reid: I was hoping this wouldn't happen... Ruby Parvati: I was!!! Joka: I take offense to a couple of choice words you used to describe me. Innocent for one. I guess everyone is innocent when compared to you. Well... that's how it WAS anyways. None of your precious experience can prepare you for what it to come. You aren't in a fight with a f-bleep-ing NOOB here! The fact is... we are about matched when it comes to experience and ferocity... Joka has made his way in front of the ring as Cera still shows no fear in the face of a possible encounter with the clown. Axel Reid: He is right. they are pretty evenly matched in experience and... mental instability... Ruby Parvati: Pffft... Joka is crazier by far! Joka: And that's what you don't understand. You think I chose you as the object of mah desire because of some plan to take revenge on you. I'll admit... you constantly thwarting me at every turn. You taking away my undefeated cage streak in that infamous Wall Of Woe match. It does plague my mind constantly. Joka taps his head with his pointer finger while smiling at Cera with a cheesy grin. Cera tilts her head in confusion as Joka continues. Joka: Yeah... you sure as Sh-bleep-t got in my head with those action. Y'er definitely renting space in my brain. However, that's not why I chose you as the object of my desire. I chose you because you are the only one that could hurt me in a way I've never felt before. You did it once before. You gave me such a... pleasuuurable pain... that I've only ever felt once before. Joka rolls his head in a circle as he raises his head and reveals gauze covering his neck. Cera smiles wickedly in his direction as the camera go back to zooming in on the injured area of his neck. Axel Reid: Seems Joka is still nursing that neck after what Cera did to him last week. Ruby Parvati: She HUNG HIM and left him for DEAD! Axel Reid: Thank you Ruby. Yes she viciously hung him by the neck with a rope and left him to die. Suddenly the lights go out in the arena again as the crowd mumble and murmur in the darkness. Several moments pass and Joka's voice is heard again. Joka: I knew you were the one... from the moment I first laid eyes on you. I knew you'd be the worst thing that'd ever happen to me. All I had to do was make you realize it. I had to dig deep into the mysterious psyche of yours and pull out that cruel demoness hiding just below the surface. Cera: Speaking of hiding. Stop hiding behind your tricks and show yourself! Several moments pass in silence as Cera again provokes the clown. Cera: Where are YOU!?! The lights in the arena come back on and Cera gets an eyeful of Monster standing in front of her with his huge arms down to his side. His massive seven foot tall frame towering above her. The cameras zoom in to Joka peaking up behind her as he brings the microphone to his mouth. Joka: Right here! Her eyes dart to her side as her head stays motionless. She gets a vicious smile on her face and spins around with a stiff elbow that hits Joka square on the temple. Joka stumbles back and Monster is quick to grab a hold of Cera and spin her around, landing a few huge punches to her midsection as Joka runs up behind her and gets her in a reverse DDT position. Joka brings an elbow down across her chest as he drops her to the mat as the crowd boo him viciously. Axel Reid: The Jokers Card! Ruby Parvati: Serves that BITCH right! Joka gets to his feet to a standing ovation of jeers as he points at Monster. Monster lifts Baddest Bitch off the mat with little effort and wraps his huge hand around her neck. Cera puts an elbow into the massive arm of Monster and is able to break the hold. She darts behind her instantly and stops, staring daggers into Joka as Joka shoots his infamous thousand yard stare back at her. She hits Joka square on the chin with a super kick that calls forth a reluctant pop from the crowd. Cera turns back around and darts toward Monster but he reaches out and wraps his massive mitt around her neck again. Joka looks up from the mat, laughing hysterically as he rubs his chin, and Monster quickly raises the woman up and chokeslams her hard on the mat. Joka crawls over to Cera writhing in pain on the mat and yells "where is my f-bleep-ing cheese grater" into her face with a smile. Axel Reid: Monsterous Chokeslam from Monster! Ruby Parvati: Is that what that move is called? Axel Reid: I... don't know. I... I don't have anything here with Monsters info on it!!! Ruby Parvati: Oh Axel finally doesn't have an answer when it comes to something involving wrestling! Joka gets to his feet and reaches down, pulling Cera up by her hair. He lifts her up into a suplex position and holds it for a second, staring out into the crowd with a sadistic look on his face. Joka Sadist Slams Cera down to the mat hard and Cera stays lifeless on the mat as Joka slinks toward her on his knees. He grabs a nearby microphone and slowly puts it to his lips as he stares into her face. Joka: You mad yet... Cera? ARE YOU F-bleep-ING MAD YET!?! Joka stands up to the overwhelming boos of the crowd and stares down at Cera as Monster walks around and stands behind him, his arms crossed as usual. Joka: Enjoy my cheese grater while you can. Sooner or later, I'll stand above you, caressing your soft little face. And I'll scrape that smile... right off of... YOUR FACE! Joka drops the microphone with a loud echo and the crowd shout in disgust as he continues to stare into the unconscious face of Cera. Our scene fades on their mixed reaction...
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:39:59 GMT -6
Reya Serra Vs. Alexander Oliver We return from a short commercial break to see the 6'2, 220lb Alexander Oliver standing in the ring, awaiting the start of his match. The crowd boos him, until finally quieting down when the announcer puts his mic to his lips... Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent, standing at 5'9 and weighing in tonight at 135lbs... she hails from Los Angeles, California... the Herald of Holiness, REYA SERRA!!! Without warning, all of the lights go out. For a few moments, there is nothing but silence and darkness... Suddenly, "Rise" by Skillet begins playing and an all-white pyrotechnic display goes off at the top of the ramp. As the display comes to a conclusion, out walks none other than The Herald of Holiness herself, Reya Serra! The Herald, wearing skin tight white pants and a matching top makes her way down the ramp with her friend Paxar Vega following behind her wearing a similar dark blue ensemble, The two women wave and give high fives to members of the crowd before Reya slides into the ring, with Paxar remaining at ringside. As she stands in the middle of the ring, Reya bows her head in prayer. Ruby Parvati: Ohhh god, that Alexander is one FINE piece of man meat... Alex Reid: Well while you go change your panties, I'll pay attention to the actual ma- Ruby Parvati: Oh, Alex! You're imagining me changing my panties? You kinky little- Alex Reid: N-no! That's not what I... I mean, I didn't- DING DING DING!!! The bell rings as Alex continues to stutter, and our view pans back to the ring. We see Reya watching her opponent cautiously, as he flexes toward the crowd, who boo in response. The larger man then turns back to the Herald, only to see her fly forward with a dropkick! Reya quickly rolls back to her feet as her foe is sent against the ropes. She hurries over and begins a series of kicks to his midsection, in an attempt to wear him down. But Oliver catches her foot with one of the kicks and hits a dragon screw leg whip! They both end up on their backs, and Reya squirms around on the ground... Alex Reid: That looked painful! Ruby Parvati: Good... Alex Reid: Why do you hate Reya so much?? She's literally the nicest, most wholesome person in this federation. Ruby Parvati: Or so she PRETENDS to be. She's pretty... pretty girls aren't nice. Alex Reid: I take it you're proof of that...? Ruby Parvati: Awww, Alex! You find me pretty?? Alex Reid: That... I- *blush* Our attention is turned back to the ring, where we see Alexander lifting Reya to her feet. He pops her with a few straight punches, then flings her toward the ropes. She bounces off, and when she stumbles back, Oliver lifts an arm in a clothesline and flexes the muscle she slams right into!! Serra lays on the mat as her foe then moves to the nearest turnbuckle. He straightens atop it, then jumps off for a flying elbow drop!! But Reya moves out of the way in the nick of time!! Alexander hits the mat hard, and clutches at his arm in agony! Alex Reid: Ouch! Reya rolled away just in time, and it cost Oliver a pretty bad injury to that arm. That's gonna be hurting for a while! Ruby Parvati: Come on, Alexander! Get up and defeat her! Alex Reid: Reya's showing her basic ring awareness, even when not in control of the match. There isn't much flashiness happening in this match, but it may not be needed! The Herald stands above her foe (favoring her leg slightly), before saying a small prayer. After a moment, she then drags Alexander back up and whips him away from her, then runs forward and hits her Reya Light, a superkick!! He stumbles back further, hitting the ropes dazedly, and shakes away the cobwebs as the smaller woman runs at him and jumps up... but he catches her! He hits a scoop powerslam!! Oliver then grabs her leg to go for a pin attempt... 1 . . --NO!!! Alex Reid: Well... that happened. His hurting arm probably isn't helping him keep a firm hold on her... Ruby Parvati: What?! How did he only get to 1?! SLOW COUNT!! Alex shakes his head at Ruby, as back in the ring, Reya rolls away from her opponent and pushes herself up. But before she can move, Alexander is on her again. He throws a few strikes out, which Serra manages to dodge cleanly, before finally the larger man snatches her up and hits her with a belly to belly suplex! Without missing a beat, he pops up and then hits her with a standing moonsault as insult to injury! Oliver goes for another pin attempt... but Reya seems to get an idea... and hits at his face! He jerks away, covering his face so it isn't blemished (to protect his modeling career, of course), giving his foe enough time to squirm away from him. Alex Reid: ...really? How 'manly' of him... Ruby Parvati: I don't want to hear anything about 'manly' from you, Alex. Alex Reid: ..... We see Reya gingerly move to her feet now, looking a bit dizzy, but having a newfound confidence about her. Looking frustrated, as the crowd chants the Herald's name, Alexander moves to stand and starts toward his opponent. But Serra expects this and waits for him to rush forward, then hits a spinning heel kick! Of course, he covers his face with his arms and drops to the ground. After a moment, Reya turns around and watches as her foe moves to his knees to get up... but she doesn't allow him to as she then bolts forward and snaps out a shining wizard!! The fans cheer her on, as Oliver is still trying to keep his face from any injury!! Alex Reid: Alexander covering his face like he is really gives Reya an advantage here. And she's taking advantage of it by aiming for that specific area! Ruby Parvati: That bitch needs to stop trying to injure his pretty face!!! Alex Reid: It's wrestling. Your face is going to get marked up... Ruby Parvati: NO! It's just... just... WRONG! Reya is seen moving up to the turnbuckle, her eyes on the prize, as Oliver is obviously angry at this point. He moves to his feet, albeit dazedly, and turns to face Reya, stepping forward the slightest bit... only for the Herald to flip off the turnbuckle with a shooting star DDT... Serra's Embrace!!! This time he can't block his face, and it slams right into the mat! Without a second's thought, Reya quickly makes the cover... going for the pin! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!!! DING DING DING!!! Alex Reid: And she did it! After a tough loss in her first match, Reya gains a victory. Very well done! Ruby Parvati: She'll regret it! I'm telling you, she will!! Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of this match, via pinfall... REYA SERRA!!! As Reya celebrates and starts heading out of the ring, Paxar applauding her and the fans cheering for her, we see Alexander Oliver on his feet again, angrily yelling at the ref about how Serra should be disqualified for harming his perfect face!! Our scene then fades...
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:41:05 GMT -6
The Prelude In the locker room we can see Blue Suede Bruce on his blue electric guitar performing for the stage hands and Cadillac Jack, a cover “Hound Dog” Bruce: Ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, cryin’ all the time. Ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, cryin’ all the time. Well you ain’t never caught a rabbit, and you ain’t no friend of mine... As Bruce continues to play the chords on his guitar. Vance LaRoc pops up in the frame behind him and the ring crew starts to murmur causing Bruce to stop his music fest. Bruce: Look I know I ain’t the original Elvis Presley... But as far as I know, I don’t sound that bad do I? LaRoc: You sound worse. And I’m tired of the same old musicians caring more for the image than the actual music. Admittedly the rockabilly scene did spawn off into other forms of rock that actually mean something. Has a message, has influence. We don’t care about rhinestones and blue suede, Bruce. We are the storyteller and we care about the music, the art. That’s why I was a real musician and you’ll never be nothing more than a karaoke wizard. Bruce places his electric guitar down and turns around to Vance LaRoc to get a good look at his opponent for the night. Bruce: You see there’s something you fail to realize Vance LaRoc. Blue Suede Bruce loves the art, loves the music. If Elvis Aaron Presley were alive today, Blue Suede Bruce would be thanking him for the decades of hits he bestowed upon our scene of pop culture. Blue Suede Bruce never admitted to being an original artist, because it’s obvious Blue Suede Bruce only plays covers. Blue Suede Bruce is actually very happy with only playing covers, because they are the best damn covers in honor of the undisputed King of Rock and Roll. So if you got anything else to say about art or music... LaRoc: Nothing else... Blue... Suede... Bruce... All I came to say was good luck in our match tonight. Cause the way I see it, this is my arena. You can come to Mankato and try to be a savior, but this is my town. I didn’t come back to Mankato from the Cities to be shown up by a two bit Elvis impersonator. Bruce: You can say what you want... Do whatever you want. However, Blue Suede Bruce is going to come down to that ring tonight and he’s gonna show you why he earned a spot to face you in the main event, and you can bank on that. Jackie, let’s get ready for the match... Cadillac Jack hands Bruce’s guitar to one of the ring hands and leaves the locker room with Bruce as the camera focuses on the everlasting smirk on Vance LaRoc’s face.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 18:42:33 GMT -6
Damian Savage Vs. Tha Joka Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…from the OKC…weighing in tonight at 270 pounds…The Joka! "Torn Apart" begins playing and Joka's old entrance video package appears on the Monitor as red and green strobes start going off on the stage. The crowd stands up and begins booing wildly as the music begins skipping erratically and distorting. The music begins looping on the chorus as screen tears begin appearing on the video playing. Suddenly blood begins dripping down the huge screen as the words "Torn Apart" loop over and over again on the music. The crowd is abuzz with excitement, knowing what is coming next. Suddenly the house lights go off in the arena and the place is awash in total darkness. The crowd goes silent and suddenly the blood dripping in the video congeals into words... I'm Watching You "In The House, In A Heartbeat" by John Murphy begins playing softly through the speakers of the arena as the crowd begins humming in unison to the song. Red lights come on and illuminate the arena in crimson as the cameras zoom in to see Joka and his manager Monster standing at the top of the stage. Monster towering over Joka with his arms crossed as Joka stands with his head down and his long dreadlocks covering his face, swaying eerily side-to-side to the music. The cameras and the crowd catch a glimpse of the clown peeking up from behind his hair as the lights go out again. The crowd continues humming that macabre instrumental as they sway together in the darkness that Joka has plunged them into. Suddenly the lights come back on with Joka and Monster standing outside of the ring, Joka still swaying side-to-side to his music, his head still down and his face still covered by his long dreads with Monster still standing with his arms crossed. Joka slowly begins walking up the steel stairs into the ring as the red lights go out and the house lights come back on. Joka crawls over the top turnbuckle like a spider climbing up a wall and whips his head back violently, showing a sadistic smile on his face to the bloodthirsty elation of the crowd. His hair is covered in blood and the red liquid is starting to drip down his face as he jumps off the turnbuckle and spins around in the ring, psychotically staring out into the crowd in all directions. The crowd begins heckling Joka over and over again as Joka licks his thumb and kneels down, shining the metal tip of his steel toed boots with a smile like a golfer shining the tip of his driver. The chanting is thunderous and it drowns out his music, which has reached its crescendo and has come full circle back to the eerily quiet part. Joka slowly walks over to the corner and falls back into it, his knees up and his arms resting slightly on each one. Monster walks over to the turnbuckle Joka is sitting at and leans in, whispering into his ear as Joka smiles sadistically again. His cold eyes staring out from behind his dreadlocks as his music dies down and the crowd goes silent. Axel Reid: This guy gives me the creeps… Ruby Parvati: He seems to be in a slightly different mood than last week. I think he could be thinking of different ways to destroy the new opponent. Axel Reid: Joka has the rare blend of agility and power because when he was younger…he wrestled a much quicker style. He has since put on some muscle and that hasn’t diminished all of his speed but my god he’ll hit you hard and I bet he’s seeing Cera in that ring…meaning he could be hitting with a little more force than normal. Ruby Parvati: I love it when a man uses force he normally doesn’t pull into. Jerry Heisenberg: And the opponent...from Chicago, Illinois…weighing in at 245 pounds…Damian Savage! The Lights throughout the entire Visionaries of Wrestling arena simultaneously begin to flicker out one by one before finally going completely out, and engulfing the entire arena in darkness, as the arena goes completely dark “Consume the Fire” by Dead Man Walking begins to blare on out of the PA Sound system out steps “THE STRAIGHT EDGE NIGHTMARE” DAMIAN SAVAGE from behind the black curtains, after a few minutes Damian's personal valet Gwen Summers step out from behind the curtains as well and accompanies Savage to the ring. Savage's titanic frame can be seen as it is lit up underneath a golden light that shines down upon him. As the golden light flickers on Savage stands alone in the isle as fans can be heard cheering him and making marks of approval and disdain towards him as he soaks in both the hared and the love towards him, he continues looking out into the darkness that surrounds around him. After a few minutes he slowly strides on down to the ring, once at ringside he walks around to the steel steps and walks on up them, leaving his valet Gwen Summers at ringside as he enters the ring. Once inside the ring Damian throws out his arms (Viva la Randy Orton) though arches his fingers in the Rock N Roll hand symbol as he poses for a few seconds as he glances down at Joka…and gets in his face full of attitude. Axel Reid: Here’s a kid who is supremely confident. He’s also never seen a risk he’s never been afraid to take…and he might need to do that in order to combat Joka. Ruby Parvati: He’s certainly got balls though…getting up in Joka’s face like that. Must’ve not gotten a ton of use though if he’s that brass. Axel Reid: I think we can certainly expect a good old fight there. The bell rings…and the very first thing Damian does is paintbrush Joka with a slap and there’s that notiable gasp from the audience before applause is heard…happy that he isn’t backing down a single inch from the challenge at hand. Joka for a brief second seems stunned before he turns back around with a big grin on his face notiably shouting…’Thank you! Can I have another!’ Savage doesn’t seem sure of what to make of that but fires up and just punches the man right in the jaw that sends Joka backing a bit before he rebounds off the ropes and exploder clotheslines Savage on the spot! Axel Reid: The kid certainly has gusto…but slapping Joka with the state of mind he’s always shifting in? That’s a death wish! Ruby Parvati: I’d rather he take that hand and slap something else of mine if we ever…met up. Axel Reid: Erm…I don’t think you’d be feeling anything from the leg down for a week if he did that when you saw the force of that. Joka however…as we’ve seen…doesn’t just feed off of pain. He gets off on it. Savage staggers back to his feet a little loopy after that clothesline before he takes a wild swing at Joka and he promptly ducks and then he just throws a quick left jab…and then a second…and then a third…before drilling him with a right cross that drops him right away to complete The Punchline! There’s a sneer on Joka’s face…before he just rubs the soul of his boot across the youngster’s face and he’s grunting in considerable pain there. The fans begin to jeer Joka right away. Axel Reid: I think after that slap…well Joka’s going to find different ways to torture him. The soul of the boot across the forehead not only is disrespectful but it burns. Ruby Parvati: You think he’d love playing with fire. Axel Reid: It’d be one of his more joyous days of the week. The boos of the audience reach a certain point before the sadistic clown decides to go back on the attack, chopping the rising Savage in the pectoral region to get him aware before going into the Thai Clinch and delivering repeated knees to the grill. Savage is reeling and after the fourth knee he finally jolts back up a bit stunned and Joka scoops him over his shoulder and drops him with that Clown Slam of his to the mat. No cover though…because now he’s laughing in that shrill voice of his that creeps out the kids and causes the adults to boo. Ruby Parvati: I love hearing that kind of scream in bed. Axel Reid: But we’re in a wrestling match and a laugh or scream like that just means the guy should be in a padded cell for the rest of his life! He’s finding different ways to torture someone every week but it also seems like this week…he wants to go for the win a little quicker in case Cera does something again. Soon enough Joka takes a moment and goes right into ground and pound mode with the punches that he’d normally do after a Lou Thesz Press. The ref starts the count and when Joka sneers at the ref to intimidate him before going in with one last punch…Savage catches the punch and turns it into an armbar! The crowd roars in approval as the submission specialist catches Joka by surprise with that one. He’s cranking on it but Joka rolls out of the predicament and shakes his arm slightly and Savage has that arrogant smirk to the joy of the crowd. Axel Reid: Amazing counter there. He anticipated and looks like he damaged the crazy clown warrior with his mastery of submissions. Ruby Parvati: Joka certainly isn’t the submissive type though. Axel Reid: I can’t tell if you’re being serious or… Ruby Parvati: I’m always serious aren’t I? Savage goes on the attack by hitting that quick arm drag and trying to wring out the shoulder and arm joint of Joka. The arm drag was a little sloppy due to the loopiness of the combatant he’s cranking out that shoulder/arm submission hold with great precision. Joka digs back into his agility by rolling out of it and when Savage tries to go for a running big boot to change tactics…Joka dodges the boot and as soon as Savage rebounds back toward his way…he spikes the younger Savage with a spinebuster! Axel Reid: Just like that, Joka turned the tide again. Ruby Parvati: The clown certainly knows his way around the ring. Joka delivers one swift kick to the stomach to get him crawling back to his feet. Damien pulls it from with in to start throwing bombs at Joka’s ribcage and that gets him reeling as Savage is back to his feet! The crowd is roaring in approval as he’s firing back up but Joka stops the flurry with a swift headbutt to the nose, a violent kick to the stomach and then he hoists him high into the air before dropping him with a swift Sadist Slam to snuff out the rally. He makes the cover. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . ? DING DING DING! Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of the match…The Joka! Joka gets his hand raised in victory but he sneers at the ref before he smiles…almost like he’s inviting the poor official to try something but the ref leaves creeped out. Joka ends up raising his arm in victory to celebrate his conquest while shaking his shoulder slightly from the armbar and rubbing his mouth where he was slapped. Axel Reid: Damian Savage has some things he can really build off of like when he went to the armbar…but I think the lesson he learned here is don’t try to go out of your wheelhouse too often when you’re dealing with a veteran with a point to prove. He’ll learn from this and put on some great performances…but right now…Joka might be the best our company has to offer right now. Ruby Parvati: He’s got the muscular, tattooed physique, nonstopped on top of you fighting style…and he knows how to take care of business despite his love for pain. Who can stop this man? Axel Reid: I’ll bet you anything Cera disputes the claims knowing she does hold a victory over Joka in Joka’s best match style…but that’s only motivated this man further. It might’ve made him even better…and I can’t wait for those two psychos to finally match wits in the confines of that ring rather than annihilating everything backstage or shocking the hell out of us with something tasteless.
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Post by Admin on Jun 4, 2014 21:16:08 GMT -6
Actions over Prayer Axel Reid: I certainly think that the Joka might very well be the guy who could claim THE championship if he continues down his path of domination. I just wish that Cera and Joka would stop the physical assaults and actually settle this issue where it belongs in the ring. Ruby Parvati: I doubt a mere issue between those two can be settled by conventional means. ‘I DESERVE YOUR RESPECT!’ Axel Reid: Oh dammit…we go from a psychopath to an asshole. Instead of the usual blaring of Gehenna on the system…the curtains brush forward right away to reveal former wrestler and the current manager of one of the combatants in the next match in Vincent Moretti. He’s dressed with a gangster style hat with the black and red suit that has a specific shine to it…and almost as if he’s going against orders in a way…he’s out here before the upcoming Vanessa vs Seth Iser match up…and he has a big old arrogant smirk on his face. He is coming down with the microphone in his hand as he walks down the ramp. Vincent Moretti: There is an age old expression that you long make judgments…of people that you don’t understand. We type-cast them thinking they’re nothing more than scum…but the truth of the matter is…there’s a ton of envy on your faces as you boo my client Seth Iser. Hell, you’re booing me because you know when we’re done…I’m going to go out…and satisfy the wives, mothers, or daughters that you hold dear because you didn’t give them any comfort or the right time of day! The crowd starts booing him feverously as Moretti has this lustful but arrogant grin on his face before he points to a specific blonde giving him a double birded gesture to express her displeasure. Vincent Moretti: Look. She’s showing her hatred for me because she can’t properly express her lust for the greatest manager in the world and one of the richest men in the world. It’s okay honey…you can spend your time over my knee like every woman I can get in this place…but that’s enough about me…let’s talk about the man you all paid to see…he is the greatest wrestler in the world today….as well as barring a nickname that offends the ignorant fools who don’t know what it truly means in Reya Sera….The Deity of Destruction…Seth Iser! ‘Gehenna’ finally begins to play and the already pissed off audience begins to boo even more. Before too long…Seth Iser is walking down the ramp not with the same sense of entitled arrogance over his face but there’s more of the fact that it looks like he’s hiding his true emotion…his best poker face splattered over his actual face like a mask. The crowd is shouting a chant that we can’t repeat on television but let’s just say the censors love us at this moment as Iser looks at an adult woman dressed as Reya and spits in that direction just to infuriate the audience even further. Axel Reid: That was uncalled for. Ruby Parvati: He’s showing you what a pure soul gets you…spat on and walked over…when a real person should be strong and tough. Axel Reid: Yeah what a tough guy…picking on the audience. Vincent Moretti: Minnesota! I give you something that your state really hasn’t seen in years…a CHAMPION in this man…Seth Iser!!! The last little comment along with Iser’s reactions start off that vulgar chant that I’m sure the censors really don’t appreciate as Iser walks up the steps before entering the ring. He has already changed into his ring attire and the glow of his knee braces shine through as does the cold glare from his eyes. He ends up grabbing his own microphone as Moretti has this smirk on his face before he just lets the disdain the audience has for him simmer down. Seth Iser: In support…of your hero…you all prove the hypocrisy in which she follows in when every day you preach about turning the other cheek…and yet here you people are…after I had arrived…some of you schmucks had the audacity to go over there and slash the tires to MY truck…and once we find out who is responsible for this act…I hope you enjoy your ‘hard earned’ cash bled out from under you when I take you to court and bleed you dry of your resources as I make you suffer for the rest of your life until your eventual death. There is an intensity in Iser’s voice and his eyes that’s more powerful than the unrelenting hatred the audience is spewing toward him. He slowly tilts his head to the right to avoid a battery being thrown at the man before he takes a couple of steps and points at the audience member. Seth Iser: Kick him out right now before I leap over the rail and give this company a lawsuit. He cursed at me. He spat at me when I’m in the ring and now he threw this battery at me so make him leave so he never comes back! The security swarms over to the area where the battery was chucked from and another round of boos comes out before Iser has this sneer on his face. Seth Iser: If you keep chanting F*beep* you Iser…I will do the same to the rest of you and NOBODY will be able to see one of the greatest matches you’ll ever lay your eyes on when I wrestle my sister Vanessa. You already paid for the ticket and resigned yourself to that fate…why don’t you all for once in your lives…follow the rules and obey what’s on the ticket unless you want to join that man and the people who slashed my tires in jail…having to pay a fine and civil suit damages going into MY account. There is another loud round of jeers and boos toward the duo in the ring as Moretti is just clapping like an approving father toward his client. There is a smug look on Moretti’s face while Iser’s just screams almost a primal rage of sorts. Vincent Moretti: And there ain’t nothing wrong with more money in the account…right ladies? Moretti winks and pelvic thrusts toward a female audience member as Iser just gives his manager a quick glance before he continues on his rant of hatred. Seth Iser: Now then…before you see Vanessa and I have a wrestling match that’ll be talked about for the rest of our careers…I need to get this off my chest quickly…and that’s to you Reya. Iser just has that hardened glare over his face…almost like the hatred is spewing out in full force. Seth Iser: I can see the colors shining through on you already…after I prodded you and poked you with what I’ve had to say. You say that the nickname I possess…violates your law of thou shall not put any God before the lord. First of all…other people call me that…but I’ve said a year ago…The Deity of Destruction is dead…and if you want to put the blame on anyone for that nickname…blame the people here that keep it alive…not me. Another shot at the audience and the crowd has once again started to boo with full vigor and disgust toward the man known as Seth Iser…and his manager Vincent Moretti. Moretti is just soaking this all in before we hear him whisper to Iser ‘They love us! They really really love us!’ while Iser seems more irritated to the reaction. Seth Iser: But let me counter this with a point of my own. Thou shall not judge others…that’s something you all have been taught and every day of your lives…you contradict yourself. You pray for my soul…yet you take no action. You know who else you did that for? Elliot Rodgers…and he went off killing everyone because people like YOU didn’t take the action instead of HOPING it went away. The crowd lets out a notiable gasp with the name that was dropped…but Iser isn’t budging. Seth Iser: People like you create monsters like that with your two faced standards…and its words like Reya that mold people into thinking the only hope is to slaughter everyone like that. Yet when you create the problem all you do is prey to a God who doesn’t have THAT kind of control to change actions or fate and hope he changes his life. Praying doesn’t give you a damn thing in the world…action does…and you all failed to take action time and time again…but I’m not. When I take action Reya…as your two faced beliefs that poison religion from what it should mean continue to seep out…I’ll slay you once and for all. I’m not like Cera…I’m not like anybody you’ve dealt with before…and you’ll find out just what I’m willing to do…to get the job done. Iser is standing over the enraged, shocked, and offended audience as he has this smirk on his face….knowing those words hit close to home. Moretti then decides with a smile on his face to close things up. Vincent Moretti: And I tell you one thing…Reya has an attractive woman in Paxar…and I like to bite the lips off her face…but I tell you one thing…to put over the lust they truly have for me…Reya’s going to see Paxar and I do the dirty…and corrupt her mind in a different manner if you get my dr---AHHHHH! Moretti lets out that scream because right from behind…Vanessa has appeared looking disgruntled and angry and she has grabbed him by the scuff of his jacket. Moretti: I have kids that look up to me! I have a business to run! I HA--- Moretti’s pleas for mercy are not heard as Vanessa drops the man swiftly with a deViate! The audience roars in approval as Moretti is spiked on the mat and rolling around in considerable pain on his neck as Iser just shrugs at the carnage that his sister brought forth with one quick move. Vanessa throws her arms up in frustration and shouts ‘WHY ARE YOU CHEERING THIS!?’ toward the audience but that causes the crowd to cheer even more. Axel Reid: Thank God for Vanessa! I’ve had enough of what those two…scoundrals were saying trying to poison the youth of America. Ruby Parvati: It seems like we got the participants for the next match ready to go now. Let’s get things started!
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