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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 7:50:04 GMT -6
Pre-Show Special 8-Man Over The Top Rope Visionary Rumble - Zero-Gravity Contendership Alec Rose vs. Rebecca Saint vs. Valerie Beasley vs. Dustin Holt vs. Jamo vs. Grim Ragnarson vs. Lukas Emery vs. Julius 'Bama' Brooks Our cameras cut through a visual of all 8 competitors, having made their respective entrances, within the ring. This will be the debuts of Lukas Emery, Grim Ragnarson and Julius 'Bama' Brooks, aiming to make an immediate impact in the company. A rather hot-tempered Dustin Holt gets into Bama's face upon his arrival, bringing up the fact he has not lost a match in Puerto Rico. Valerie Beasley and Rebecca Saint also have a war of words, with Valerie threatening to tear Saint's head off with her bare hands. Once Alec Rose enters the ring, having not competed since Breakthrough #37, several officials surround the ring, ensuring this contest goes off without a hitch. Once the Visionary Rumble begins, Valerie immediately pursues Saint. Thaddeus looks on with repulsion from the outside, watching as Saint dodges Valerie's attacks until the latter is taken down by Dustin. Spared from Valerie's act of vengeance, Saint concentrates on battling the aged Brooks instead. Meanwhile, Lukas and Grim are attempting to throw each other over the ropes, neither willing to let go. This entices Rose to confront both men and, contrary to his size, manages to force both Lukas and Grim over the ropes to the floor at the same time! ELIMINATED: LUKAS EMERY, GRIM RAGNARSON After dusting his hands and smiling at his achievement, Rose is attacked from behind by Dustin. Jamo, being uncharacteristically patient, finally targets Dustin with clubbing blows, allowing Rose to recover from Holt's assault. Valerie still goes after Saint, but Brooks clotheslines both women down, with Jamo and Dustin continuing to counter each other's offense with brutal shots. Minutes later, Jamo has Dustin reeling with headbutts. He backs off and charges forward with a Shoulder Block, but Dustin smashes Jamo with an elbow strike, stunning his foe long enough to grab his attire and hurl him over the ropes to the floor! ELIMINATED: JAMO Tapping his head to insinuate how intelligent he is, Dustin laughs and turns around, only to be taken down with a DDT from Rose. The mute wrestler capitalizes on this as he brings Dustin back up, launching him at the ropes and nailing a dropkick that causes the self-confessed Psycho to tumble backwards over the top rope! ELIMINATED: DUSTIN HOLT Enraged, Dustin stomps the steel steps and tries to re-enter the confines of the ring, but two officials block his path and order him to go backstage. As this goes on, Brooks and Rose trade moves with one another, eventually leading to a double clothesline that sends both men falling to the canvas! Finally, after Brooks and Rose have been incapacitated momentarily, Valerie has Saint right where she wants her. The two collide to mass excitement from the crowd and trade blows, with Valerie getting the upper hand. Saint targets Valerie's knee, but the former MMA fighter smartly side-steps her kick, bringing Saint into a Double Arm Suplex. Rebecca struggles to her feet, but after taking some jabs and a spinning kick from Valerie, Saint is sent tumbling over the top rope with a running hook clothesline! ELIMINATED: REBECCA SAINT Appalled by this transgression, Thaddeus belittles Valerie as he attends to Saint. Whilst Rebecca throws a tantrum and screams at Valerie, who feels she has gotten some form of revenge by costing Saint a Zero Gravity Championship Match, Brooks sneakily rushes up to Valerie and scoops her up and over, eliminating Saint's current nemesis as well! ELIMINATED: VALERIE BEASLEY Frustrated, Valerie slowly gets back to her feet, staring a hole through Saint as Thaddeus leads her to the safety of the backstage area in a hurry. That's when Valerie gets fire in her eyes and pursues Saint, storming towards the entrance and disappearing behind the curtain in a rage. Due to this elimination, we are now left with two participants. Brooks and Rose battle back and forth, with Brooks raking Rose's eyes in an attempt to blind him. After giving Rose a Spinebuster, the veteran Brooks then dumps Rose over the top rope... Only for Alec to fall onto the apron and save himself! Believing he has won, Brooks thrusts his arms towards the ceiling, only to turn around and witness Rose's recuperation. Annoyed by this sight, Brooks charges with a clothesline, but Rose ducks under it and nails a Wheel Kick! Sensing victory, Rose directs his attention to the ropes and grabs Bama, running him towards them with speed! Rose then manages to chuck Brooks over... But Bama is able to grip his body close to the ropes and fall onto the apron as well! Rose tries to push Brooks off, but the veteran squirms his way under the bottom rope and back into the ring. They trade more shots again, this time with Rose blocking an uppercut and delivering a Swinging Neckbreaker to Bama! Rose then drags Brooks up and tries to eliminate him again... That is until Brooks manages to reverse the momentum by twisting his body around, consequently grabbing Rose and sending him over the ropes... until Rose grabs the top rope and hangs there, saving himself again! With great fortitude, Rose pulls himself onto the apron... but Brooks has noticed way too soon, charging at Rose and booting him off the apron to the floor for the victory! ELIMINATED: ALEC ROSE Finally Brooks can celebrate! Not only has he achieved his first victory in VoW, he has also stamped his ticket to compete against Katie Moicelle at Breakthrough #40 for the Zero Gravity Championship! Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner of the Visionary Rumble... JULIUS 'BAMA' BROOKS!!!
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 7:52:08 GMT -6
The Hybrid's Vow to VoW The scene fades away from the visual of the preshow to the backstage interview area where Zelda Lawson stands by with microphone in hand. Zelda Lawson: Hello ladies and gentlemen, apologies for this brief interruption from my husband wanting to address the VoW audience, but I just wanted to take a quick moment to let everyone know who isn't aware that in the days following this Double Jeopardy event, I will be debuting my new show to you guys. "The Vision with Zelda Lawson" will be taking the place that was left vacant following my colleague Joey Nitro stepping back from his duties and thus the Nitro/Lawson Report was ended. My show will be following a similar format with news stories pertaining to the previous event along with, whenever I can, an interview with a member of the Visionary roster. So please keep an eye out because the debut episode, like I said, will be coming out in the days following this event, and it will feature as my first guests on the show the Chaossworn, so be sure to tune in for that. With that out of the way, I'll hand the mic over to the man who in a few short moments will be heading out there in front of his family of Witnesses to defend his I4NI Championship against Dathyn. Ladies and gentlemen, my husband, "The Hybrid" Tyler Storm! Tyler walks into frame, championship draped over his right shoulder and wearing the pink variant of the "Be Hybrid" shirt along with some new ring gear including black tights with a large blue lightning bolt covering on the outer sides of both legs, the bolts outlined in and waistband a shining gold. Zelda hands the microphone to Tyler, then the two share a kiss before she walks away and Tyler looks to the camera. Tyler Storm: Hey there guys, so here we are. Double Jeopardy coming to you from Caguas, Puerto Rico, an event highlighted by matches like Cera taking on Matt Slater, The Requiem defending their Twin City titles in the titular match against The Neon Babes, Seth Iser looking to capture to World Visionary Championship from Casanova English, Ryder Blade trying to keep the amazing winning streak alive and keep his title from being all taken away by Constance Chapin, and so many more matches. Heck we all just saw a pretty damn awesome Battle Royal a few moments ago, and I tip my metaphorical hat to all the competitors, but of course the official start of this Pay Per View begins with yours truly looking to defend his I4NI Championship in a Tables Match against Dathyn. Tyler grabs his title and holds it up to the camera, giving a slight nod. Tyler Storm: Dathyn, we are about to have one hell of a match. If anyone can kick this show off with a bang, it's The Hybrid and The Visionary of Wrestling. We have been in a face to face scenario before sir, this time though there are no tag partners and there is no extra guy. It's One on One, no questions asked, two men ready to beat the hell out of each other and try their best to put the other guy through a table and hold this title up high. So brother, I just want to say good luck to ya, and whatever goes down by the end of all this I hope this isn't the last time you and I get a chance to beat the hell out of each other in that squared circle. Tyler places the belt back on his shoulder, a more serious expression now coming across his face before he continues. Tyler Storm: Now you might all thing that's just all that needs to be said, but tonight I'm taking this little chance to get some things off my chest. And this is Tyler Storm flipping his script a bit because it's time to turn that nob up a bit, something I've been trying to do but if I don't do now fully then some things may pass me by, so if any VoW board or staff members get a bit pissed off cuz I ramble a bit my deepest apologies but a lot of this is aimed towards you guys. Tyler takes a deep breath, then goes on. Tyler Storm: To all my fans and to the people who not only compete for this company but also run this place, very well running it might I add, right now I'm in a pretty damn good place. I have had a lot of good things go right for me since my first days in this company and to be more specific since after my father's death. VoW has brought me a lot of joy, and during my time here I found new purpose in my career, as did my wife, and maybe because of those added new purposes we were finally able to be graced with the chance to soon be parents. I can't tell you all how much I am grateful to be in this company, because I truly was to a point of giving up on this business before VoW came along. In this company, I have won some, and I have lost some. Tonight is my 11th match for VoW, and in the 10 I have already been through I have gone 50/50 with wins and losses. Among the wins, a Quest for the Case qualifier and victory, a title defense and title win back, and among the losses a humiliating debut and a Tyler Storm thinking to much resulting in him letting people get the best of him and in one of those instances losing the title I have made a symbol of everything I stand for. Tyler glances at his I4NI title and smiles. Tyler Storm: To take risks, to be able to not only represent the good this business doesn't see a lot of, but also the viciousness we see plenty of. To go out there, and no matter what say "anything you bring, I'll bring back 10 fold." The I4NI Championship represents what I have tried, and at times admittedly failed, to do throughout my 6 year career in professional wrestling. But, I'm a point right now where as much as I don't want this title misrepresented and even now I would drop everything if I saw this belt get in the wrong hands, I also know of another thing I try to represent in myself that needs it's own physical representation. The I4NI represents so much already, but when it comes to trying to be the best at what I do, even throughout losses and slip ups, trying to be an example for people to follow, only one thing in this company holds more true to that kind of mindset more than anything, and that my friends is the World Visionary Championship. Tyler turns back to the camera, the smile that he once bore now gone. Tyler Storm: Now don't take this as me trying to say "no one in this company deserves that title more than me, I should be at the front of the line, yada yada yada." No, I don't want that to be my message right now nor would I ever. When I am among people like Seth Iser, like Ryder Blade, Constance Chapin, Stacy Jones, Katie Moicelle, The Requiem, and so so so so soooooooo many more, I have 0 right to lay claim to the front of any line because I know any of those people can and would if they really wanted to kick my ass. In fact it's on f(bleep)ing tape, Ryder Blade kicked my ass, albeit he pulled some dirty moves, but I'm man enough to admit Mr. Xcellent loudmouth was able to kick my ass. But what I am saying, is it's time Tyler Storm rose to the occasion like he knows he is capable of doing. I came into VoW with a simple goal, to win a title if I could, and I accomplished that dream within 4 matches. But I can admit when I set that goal, the top of the mountain was where I really wanted to be. Tyler pauses for a moment, taking in his thoughts before continuing forward. Tyler Storm: I've got a lot to prove, and I know that is the case. Like I said, I'm at 5 wins and 5 losses, and even after tonight I'll be no better than 6 wins and could very well be at 6 losses. That's a fact, whether I like it or not. But I know where my mindset is now, and even though I still want to make sure I am the best damn I4NI Champion ever and that I represent this belt with the most passion I can give, I like anyone else in this company WANT to reach the top of the mountain. It's gonna take a lot, it's going to make me have to possibly go through some people I consider my best friends, and I may lose them because of how hard I try to push them out of my way. End of the day though, the other night I realized that in a few months I am gonna be a dad again to a beautiful baby girl that I hope looks every bit as gorgeous as my amazing wife. She is going to be the possible future of the Storm legacy if she decides to follow in my footsteps just like every child that bore the Storm name before me, boy or girl, that followed in their wrestling parent's footsteps. I want to leave a legacy, and in my mind I need to set that legacy as soon as I can. I've won plenty a championship, including a World title, but in my mind there would be no other belt that could compare to the World Visionary Championship only because of the amount of hard working, dedicated, kick ass people that compete in VoW. Tyler smiles as he finishes. Tyler Storm: I want to reach that mountain top as soon as possible, because being in this industry long enough I know sometimes time is limited due to injuries that could come about or something I really hope never happens in the foreseeable future a closing of a company. That's why, I am officially placing my path on a road to Fate of the Gods. What lies in front of me as I go off my own safe net towards the greatest event this company holds, I don't know. But what I do know, I am going to find some way, through sweat, tears, and a hell of a lot of blood, to get some kind of opportunity to reach the top of the mountain. I'm gonna piss off some people by saying that, whether that be my friends and fellow competitors or the staff, but I don't care. Tyler Storm is going to reach that peak, one way or another, and he is going to do it with all the pride in the world, hopefully having as many people backing him as possible. I'm gonna need a lot to get there if that's what I want, I just hope I have what it takes. Until then, it's time for Dathyn to Be Witness...it's time for Tyler Storm to Be Hybrid...and it's time for VoW to prepare for the biggest one man revolution it will ever see. Because like my music says...it's my time...to shine. Oh and English...Iser...I'll be watching. Tyler flashes a west-side looking hand signal to the camera, then walks off as the camera fades to blackness. Soon enough the VoW logo pops up, officially starting the main show that is Double Jeopardy 2016!
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 9:55:06 GMT -6
Fading out from the visual of the promotional poster for Double Jeopardy, we can hear the sounds of Drowning Pool's "No More" echoing throughout the arena. The Coliseo Héctor Solá Bezares is lit up with strobes, the flashes of cameras, and as always, the excitement of the fans. We trail along the cheering crowd, taking in individual handmade signs and banners. Our view then pans out to take in the thousands upon thousands of fans in attendance, as well as the VoW ring set up in the middle of it all. The lights fade slightly, the music lowering in volume, as our view slides over to the commentary table... Axel Reid: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the second annual Double Jeopardy!!! We're here in Caguas, Puerto Rico at the biggest arena in the area, where we have nearly sold out! This building's capacity is 10,000 and almost every seat has a VoW fan sitting in it! In comparison to the first Double Jeopardy, at only 4000, we have grown astronomically within a single year! Ruby Parvati: Within a month, Alec. Even our last pay-per-view was not this big, in both crowd and match-ups! Axel Reid: Very true... and we can only go up from here! But for now, we have reached the night everyone has been waiting for! A night where we'll start off strong, seeing an opening Tables match involving Tyler Storm and Dathyn! And for the I4NI Championship no less! Ruby Parvati: After all that Tyler spouted, he better deliver. And speaking of delivering, we're also going to see ChaosSworn setting out to deliver a message of pain in their biggest tag match yet! Well, sort of. Against Patrick Jones and Owen Gonsalves... who both have nothing to lose at this point. Axel Reid: Which may just end up being their greatest ally in this match. But anyway, following that is another pretty hyped up match in Zahara versus Kelsey. Can the latter finally break the former's streak, or will it continue? Ruby Parvati: I have money on that one. But not so much on Kincaid versus Desmond Knight... Axel Reid: Both have something to prove, with Kincaid desperately wanting the ZG belt (or at least a shot at it) back. Perhaps this week he'll prove that he deserves it! Ruby Parvati: Just like Katie deserves a swift kick in the ass via the one and only Matt Robinson! Axel Reid: ... and why does she 'deserve' that? Ruby Parvati: Because she's too... too... Axel Reid: Cute? Nice? Or too much of a slowly growing fan favorite despite her lack of confidence? Our preshow match determined her next contender for that title around her waist, which will happen at the next Breakthrough. Ruby Parvati: Right, so let's hope that Robinson doesn't do too much damage. -She smirks- Axel Reid: Moving on, we may have to keep that hope alive for this next fight. Another Orphanage member, and all around lunatic, in Winter Pine facing off against Stacy Jones. Ruby Parvati: Mmhm. Winter finally gets a chance at Stacy's throat. These two have quite a bit of animosity between them. This is, according to online polls, one of the matches that are most looked forward to. But easily rising above that is one even I'M extremely excited for! Axel Reid: I think we all are, Ruby. The eccentric and practically undefeated Ryder Blade going head to head with the strong but aloof Constance Chapin! Two out of three falls and for Blade's championship no less... will the Xcel title change hands as well as the streak finally being ended? Or will Ryder continue his uh, 'Xcellent' reign of terror? Ruby Parvati: Terror? You mean XCELLENCE! Axel Reid: That would've been a bit repetitive... Ruby Parvati: Repetition is Xcellent when it involves the Xcellent Champion and his Xcellent title- Axel Reid: I'm gonna stop you there. Now, our huge matches only get bigger because next we'll see the World Visionary title on the line... Casanova English against Seth Iser? No wonder so many fans traveled to Puerto Rico for this event! Ruby Parvati: Very true! Because right after that comes our special annual ladder match for Double Jeopardy, where the tag titles will be up for grabs. The Requiem against the Neon Babes? I'm not sure whether to be excited or disturbed... a match full of weirdos for sure. Axel Reid: Weird? Perhaps. But certainly a match to be remembered. And since we're on the topic of memories... add in a bit of heartbreak, history, and hell of a lot of emotion... our final match of the night is Matt Slater versus Cera. Tears, as well as blood, will be shed. Ruby Parvati: And quite frankly that statement stands for the entirety of this event! It is sure to be an outstanding one... so stay tuned! Because things are about to get rolling! [/span]
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 10:12:40 GMT -6
Opening Match - Tables Match with the I4NI Championship on the line! Tyler Storm [c] Vs. Dathyn Jerry Heisenberg: This following bout will be contested in a Tables Match and is for the I4NI Championship! The only way to win, is for one of the participants to put their opponent through a Table in whatever way they see fit. The arena fades to pitch black, the audience erupting into a frenzy of cheers as they’re aware of just who is about to appear. The sounds of a tornado siren and thunder begin to play through the sound system, a dark blue hue radiating through the lights whenever the siren reaches it's peak. The thunder sound continues to grow louder and louder until both it and the siren completely cut out. Immediately, words formed from lightning graphics begin appearing on the titantron: "TIME" "TO" Suddenly, a lightning strike hits the stage and smoke begins bellowing from the spot that was hit as the opening static rift to "Time To Shine" by Saliva begins to play and the word "SHINE" appears on the titantron. Just as the song goes to the opening guitar rift, out from the smoke runs out Tyler Storm to a roar of cheers from the crowd. Tyler smiles as he walks to both sides of the stage, signaling to the crowd and mouthing words of respect to them before walking back to the middle of the stage and letting out a yell of "Time To!" which the audience responds with "Be Witness!" Tyler then begins walking down the ramp towards the ring, high-fiving and hugging fans along the way. Jerry Heisenberg: First, making his way to the ring, weighing in at one-hundred-and-eighty-five pounds...he is the I4NI Champion! “THEEEE HYYYBRIIID” TYYYYLEEEER STOOOORM! Axel Reid: Here he is, the man that we heard speak only mere moments ago! Ruby Parvati: Don’t even get me started on that dribble… Axel Reid: Dribble? I thought it was very admirable - he made a vow that he’s going to climb this company's mountain and go through whoever he needs to whether it be friend or foe - and it’s all for his lovely wife Zelda and their soon-to-be-born baby girl. Ruby Parvati: He better get used to disappointing them then, starting with this bout here. As Tyler reaches the end of the ramp, he pauses for a moment to take in the energy from the audience before hopping up on the apron, then jumping up and using the top rope as leverage shoots between the top and middle ropes feet first into the ring. In the ring, Tyler goes to each corner and signals out to the fans once more, and after he finishes at the final corner walks to the center of the ring, punches the ground, and lets out a warrior yell before walking to his respective corner and waiting for the match to begin. Like Tyler’s entrance, the arena dissolves to black before a single spotlight shines over at the ramp - the dubstep remix of “Sweet Dreams” by Emily Browning playing through the speakers as the crowd begins to give the man about to enter a standing boovation. Dathyn appears wearing his usual hoodie with a Bo staff strapped to his back and upon an angle, we see a small, sinister smirk on the Kakhard’s face as he soaks in the reaction he’s receiving. However, that changes as he pushes forward - focusing less on them and more on the Champion in the ring, a deathly glare that Storm shows no intimidating towards as he simply raises the title above his head. Jerry Heisenberg: And now, approaching the ring...the challenger, weighing in at one-hundred-and-ninety-two pounds...from a Land Long Forgotten...DAAAAATHYYYYN!!! The screaming within the music takes place, leaving the lights to frantically flash around - hopefully there’s nobody in the audience that suffers from severe epilepsy. It returns to default just before Dathyn makes way up the steel steps, jumping over to ropes before perching upon them and taking off his hood, a strong gaze into the distance. He hops down onto the canvas before taking out a coin and flipping it, cracking a grin as he takes a knee. Axel Reid: I’m really looking forward to this one, it’s be the PERFECT way to start the show! What do you think, Ruby? Ruby Parvati: I’m just looking forward to seeing a BRAND NEW I4NI Champion! Axel Reid: Don’t get your hopes up, this one could go either way. Ruby Parvati: The only way Dathyn’s gonna lose, is if that psycho prick Heath comes out and ruins it. Heisenberg exits the ring as Storm hands the official his title belt and as Dathyn rises to his feet. The bell sounds and the two competitors walk centre ring, staring each other in the eyes without saying a single word. It’s the slimey Dathyn that strikes first, spinning around and immediately hitting one of his patented signatures - Identity Krisis. With Storm down, Dathyn goes back to his knee position - a thunderous cackle echoing throughout the arena as the audience let out a chorus, verse and even bridge of jeers. Ruby Parvati: That’s the way, Judas. That’s the way. Axel Reid: That was certainly A way - to get a good headstart. Dathyn rolls underneath the bottom rope to the outside, quickly lifting the apron and fishing underneath the ring for a Table that he pulls out and takes with him as he slides back in. Upon making it back up to his feet, he wastes no time in pulling out its black, metal legs before flipping it over into position. He stalks Storm as the Champ begins to stir, cockily sending several little kicks to his side before pulling him up and rolling him onto the surface of the table. He ascends the top turnbuckle, readying himself to perform the Krisis Kore - however, Storm lifts both legs away and stumbles over to the corner before Dathyn can even get the chance. “The Visionary of Wrestling” drops down before sprinting over towards the Champ, who uses the ropes as support to raise two feet that connect with Dathyn’s cheekbone, knocking him backwards against the mat. Using his agile ability, Storm jumps up on the turnbuckle and spins around before coming off with an Imploding 450 Splash that leaves not only Dathyn in a world full of pain but himself too as he clasps the ribs in a seated position. Axel Reid: Whoa! What a move there by “The Hybrid”! Ruby Parvati: If he really wants to fly then maybe he should go and get some wings. Axel Reid: ...is that meant to be an insult? Ruby Parvati: ...yeah… Axel Reid: Wow… Like a true Champion, Storm pushes passed the pain and uses the ropes to his left to help pull himself up. He goes over to Dathyn and takes him by the wrist, using all his strength to hoist him up to his feet before rolling him on top of the very same table he had lain on previously. He goes over to the turnbuckle Dathyn had planned to use as the starting point of his Krisis Kore and gets ready to hop up but before that he turns around and watches his downed opponent with a frown, clearly thinking about something before deciding it’s best not to go through with his original plan. Ruby Parvati: The heck’s he doing? Axel Reid: Assessing the situation, he’s obviously aware that a high risk move at this point could very well spark the end of his title reign. Ruby Parvati: Oh yeah? How’s that exactly? Axel Reid: Well, think about it, if he comes flying off with a Frog Splash, Elbow Drop, whatever - then Dathyn could simply just move out of the way and allow Storm to go crashing through - not only gaining an easy victory but an easy title win as well. Ruby Parvati: So...what you’re saying is, Storm’s way more intelligent than how he looks? Axel Reid: Storm IS intelligent. He’s proven it time and time again. Ruby Parvati: Well, you know who else’s intelligent? Dathyn. He’s way smarter than that dork. Axel Reid: We’ll see, Ruby. We’ll see. Storm takes a few steps over, grabbing the bottom of the table and flipping it over - taking Dathyn down with it, covering his back like a blanket. Storm uses each of his hands to take hold of a different table leg at either side before lifting it and driving it down into Dathyn’s spine, he repeats the process twice before flipping it back over and setting it up again. He takes a hold of Dathyn by his underarms but instead of bringing him to his feet, he gets a punch straight to the eye that knocks him back a few steps. Dathyn - seemingly abolishing the effects of the things Storm’s put him through - jumps up to his feet, taking hold of the table with a single right hand and spinning around - literally throwing it straight at the Champion’s face. He’s sent reeling through the top and middle ropes, the table bouncing off of them and falling to the canvas. With a mile-wide smirk, Dathyn climbs out of the ring on the opposite side and hops off of the apron before walking around to the timekeeper’s area, grabbing the I4NI Championship and taking it with him on his trek around to where lays Storm. Axel Reid: Oh no...he has malicious intentions I’m sure… Ruby Parvati: Of course he has malicious intentions, he’s Dathyn for christ sake! I’m loving this! Axel Reid: I bet you are. Dathyn kneels down beside Storm, holding the title in front of his face - just taunting him with it. We can only just faintly hear what Dathyn’s saying. Dathyn: Get used to seeing me holding onto this title, Storm! This bout’s mine, you complete utter reject. He slams it against Storm’s cheek, who goes rolling the other way with a groan. He pulls Storm back and wraps his fingers around his throat, grimacing down at him whilst holding the championship high above his head. Dathyn: You know what? Imagine this is Lawson… He brings the title in close with the tip of his tongue emerging from his mouth - it almost connects with the gold but it becomes apparent that he’s only entered the eye of the storm as “The Hybrid’s” jaw clenches, his fist along with it as he reaches up and sharply clocks Dathyn against the jaw before taking hold of the title strap with his other hand and pulling it, the gold slamming against Dathyn’s nose and forcing him backwards. We see blood just before Storm gets up to his feet and stares down at Dathyn who wipes at his nose, a stain of crimson printing on his forearm. Axel Reid: Rule Number One, never say anything disgusting about Tyler’s wife. Because THAT’S what happens. Ruby Parvati: That’s not fair! Get the EMTs out here and pronto! Storm doesn’t stop though, as he sends several kicks towards Dathyn’s chest that pushes him against the apron. To avoid another, Dathyn sneakily scurries underneath the ring - Storm tries to grab an ankle but his opponent’s too fast and quickly disappears into the abyss. He strides around to the right side, lifting the apron and peering under for any signs of life but there’s nothing so he goes around the corner, just before the commentary table and does the same thing - this time we can clearly see somebody moving around. Storm reaches under and grabs the ankle, dragging it out but here we see that it’s not Dathyn he’s got a hold of - it’s Ryan Gallagher, the son of Hardcore Heath. Ryan gets up to his feet and looks Storm in the eyes with a scowl, the Champ confusedly scratching the back of his head. Upon angle, we see Dathyn crawl out from where Storm had checked prior and runs around, using the distraction caused by Ryan to his advantage and pushing passed “The Hybrid”, grabbing hold of his neck - Ryan moving away as the Snapmare to the floor is performed. Ruby Parvati: Way to go, kid! You keep diverting Storm’s attention like that and Dathyn’s got this one in the bag! Axel Reid: Well, he can’t be disqualified so I think that may just be the approach they’re taking. Dathyn points down at the apron and instructs Ryan to fetch him a table and he does just that - sliding it out from underneath the ring and even setting it up for him in perfect position just by the side of the ring. Dathyn takes a hold of Storm and rolls him in before following suit, he pulls Storm up and leans him against the ropes before climbing out onto the apron and maneuvering the champion so he can pull him through and rest his midsection against the middle rope. Ruby Parvati: Here it comes! Spike DDT through the Table! As if to ruin Ruby’s fun, Storm reaches up with a hand that shoves Dathyn in the stomach - pulling away and collecting himself on the mat. Dathyn loses footing and falls off the apron but instincts cause him to push himself off so that he doesn’t go through the table - he lands just behind it. He’s visibly frustrated by this turn of events and slides back into the ring as the champ makes it back to his feet, Dathyn pulls him into a Suplex that connects. Storm’s back arches in pain before he rolls over onto his stomach. Dathyn stands and grabs a handful of Storm’s hair, yanking him up to his feet and ragdolling him into the corner. Pointing and cussing at him before derogatorily slapping him across the right cheek, followed by the left. He trades the slaps with Knife Edge Chops until Storm has no choice but to slump down against the bottom turnbuckle however Dathyn’s not too fond of that, as he pulls Storm back up - utilising several more Knife Edge Chops. “The Hybrid” has had enough though, as he throws a few Knife Edge Chops of his own before reaching around to the back of Dathyn’s head and stepping out of the way so he can drive it into the turnbuckle. Storm tears off the safety pad and drives his head into it again before spinning him around on his heels and wrapping his arms around the surrounding ropes so that he stays up right despite showing no life. Storm takes several steps back before launching himself forwards, aiming and nailing the Shining Wizard that causes Dathyn to roll over onto his spine. Storm capitalizes - climbing the turnbuckle and sizing up for a Frog Splash - he goes soaring through the air but his plans are brought to their climax as Dathyn lifts a single foot that gets him straight in the ribs. Ruby Parvati: Yes! Quick thinking, Judas! Nice one! Axel Reid: Despite being in such a dreary state, Dathyn was still able to get himself out of harms way. Ruby Parvati: Yep, that’s what I call talent. Upon angle we see Dathyn slowly blinking his eyes and bringing himself back into reality, though still clearly seeing stars he rolls over on his stomach and points towards Ryan then the Table. Ryan disassembles it before sliding it into the ring and rolling in, picking it up and setting it up where Dathyn instructs - which is just beside the same corner Storm had just tried to Frog Splash from. Ryan helps Dathyn to his feet and together they each grab one side of Storm, dragging him over to the Table and placing him on top of it. Holding his head, Dathyn goes over to the corner and slowly ascends the turnbuckle - the Krisis Kore in mind. Ruby Parvati: This is it, Reid! There’s about to be a new I4NI Champion! And his name’s Judas Dathan! Axel Reid: It’s not over ‘till the fat lady sings, Ruby! Ruby Parvati: Then where the hell’s Adele?! We need her out here! Axel Reid: Don’t be so mean. Just about ready to go through with his plan of attack, Dathyn is surprised when Storm bounces to his feet and wraps his arms around Dathyn’s legs before pulling him into a position ready for Eye of the Storm. He takes a few steps over to the Table and it connects, the wooden surface snapping in half as Dathyn’s driven through it. DING DING DING! Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner and STILL the I4NI Champion! “THEEEE HYYYYBRIIID” TYYYYYLEEEEEER STOOOOORM! Axel Reid: And there it is, ladies and gentlemen! Tyler Storm has once again proven just how talented he is! Ruby Parvati: Hmph. I should just go on strike. Axel Reid: Hey, don’t forget that English’s in action later on tonight. Ruby Parvati: Yeah, good point. Okay, no strike for me. Ryan goes to check on Dathyn as Storm rolls out of the ring, the official picking up the I4NI Championship from where it had been left and handing it to the pleased victor who raises it above his head in triumph. He goes over to the fans, celebrating with them for a moment before turning and making way around the corner, slapping the front row audience’s hands as he passes. He reaches the top of the ramp and turns, lifting the title up one more time before the whole thing’s brought to an end when Little Pills by Devilskin plays. Ruby Parvati: Oh for pete’s sake. Storm turns as he’s met with a psychopathic face-paint wearing Hardcore Heath. They stare at each other for a moment before Heath slowly extends a hand, Storm accepting it as he’s given props from The Hardcore Hero behind the crowd’s cheers. Heath turns his attention to the ring as Storm exits, Ryan quickly ducking out and hiding underneath it. Heath strides down the ramp and goes around to the timekeeper area where he requests a microphone before climbing up the steel steps and into the ring. He brings the mic to his lips, everyone going quiet as this is the first time he’s ever cut an in-ring promo. He looks down at Dathyn, who’s still writhing around in pain. Hardcore Heath: I’m not here to speak with you, Judas. Though, I do advise you keep your ears open and listen. Ryan, wherever it is you may be because I know damn well you’re out here...I want you to think about this, sure - I may be a useless father, I may have been a useless partner to your mother and hell I may even be useless on this mic but what I’m NOT useless at, is kicking total f***ing ass. You see this guy, this guy Dathyn? I’ve kicked his twice. So why him? Why have you picked HIM to shadow behind? Why not Casanova English? Why not Seth Iser? Hell, why not Ryder f***ing Blade? Out of all the “Heels” so to speak in this company you go and pick this sorry excuse? Heath jabs him with a foot. Hardcore Heath: THIS sorry f***ing excuse?! I truly am insulted, son. Because even though I had a feeling that this would someday come...I thought you’d pick somebody much bigger and much badder than Judas Dathan. You’ve gone and how they say...dun goofed it. This guy isn’t the one who’s going to get you your vengeance. You don’t believe me? How about I show you? Heath pulls Dathyn up to his feet and throws him over the top rope to the outside. He follows and reaches under the ring for another table, setting it up just beside Dathyn’s lifeless body. Once again, he pulls the Kakhard back to his feet and rolls him on top of it before fishing underneath for another one that he sets up on top. One more time, he fishes underneath and brings out a Steel Chair that he takes with him as he slides back into the ring. He sets it up a short measure away from the turnbuckle and sprints over to the ropes before bouncing off and making way to the chair, putting one foot on its seat as we see Ryan slide into the ring with Dathyn’s Bo staff. Heath leaps over to the turnbuckle but instead of coming off with the Suicide Leg Drop he had intended, Ryan smacks him across the back with the staff - causing him to go flipping over and onto the floor outside. Ruby Parvati: Ha! That’s what you get! Axel Reid: Damn, what a shot to Heath’s pride that would’ve been. Ryan picks up the microphone. Ryan Gallagher: The only thing you’ve shown me, Williams...is that Dathyn, is a better father figure than you’ll ever be… He drops the mic and goes to check on Dathyn as EMTs come running out. We fade to the backstage area...
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 10:15:50 GMT -6
Here, There, Everywhere Backstage it's a flurry of activity and we're only one match into Double Jeopardy! Agents are running in one direction, producers in another, but bucking the flow for the moment is the freshly-returned Darius Yates. Perhaps he's just got another engagement to get to, or perhaps he's on the lookout for a surprise interview subject to get back into the swing of things. What Darius gets is the latter when he, in an effort to dodge a caterer rushing by with an empty food cart, bumps into someone near the locker rooms. About to turn around and apologize on pure reflex, he doesn't really get the chance. The subject of his mid-hall collision is a dark-haired figure not much shorter than Yates himself, dressed in a mix of white, black and purple with most of her shoulders and part of her upper torso exposed. The figure gives a coy look over her shoulder, peering out at Yates from beneath not only a curtain of dark hair, but a jauntily-perched top hat. Zahara Matisse: Pardon me... The camera had switched to her for a moment, then, as she pulled a pair of fingerless mesh gloves up to her elbows, one on each arm. Turning back to Yates, a bit of confusion is registered on the young man's face. Axel Reid: That's right...I don't think Darius has had the pleasure of meeting our Magical Maiden yet. Ruby Parvati: Looks like he missed his chance. Axel Reid: What do you- True enough, when the camera turns back a bit, enough to presumably keep both Yates and Zahara in frame, the latter is gone. Darius rubs the back of his neck, wondering if he's pushing himself too hard after returning so recently. Then, from down the hall in the area where some of the costume folks are making last-minute adjustments to ring gear and the like, a familiar voice is heard speaking. Zahara Matisse: Yes, it's absolutely perfect! Thank you ever so much! Ruby Parvati: Oh, there she is. Axel Reid: That was weird. Turning and heading in that direction, Darius gets a few paces in Zahara's direction before one of the clipboard-wielding agents walks in front of him, slipping past with a hurried, mumbled "excuse me" before moving on. By the time he's gone...so is Zahara. Axel Reid: Girl's, um, in a hurry isn't she? Ruby Parvati: More parlor tricks? Ugh. Now Darius just looks frustrated. Deciding not to bother with it anymore, he turns around to head in the direction he was initally going and finds himself face to top hat with Zahara. She immediately gives him the most sparkling smile as she smooths out her sparkling, form-fitting purple coat, one that reaches all the way to her ankles. Flabbergasted, Darius kinda stares for a moment before Zahara snaps him out of it, extending her hand. Zahara Matisse: I don't think we've had the pleasure! Darius Yates: Ah, no. You're Zahara Matisse, right? Zahara Matisse: Ya made me! They clasp hands briefly before Darius remembers that he's got a bloody job to do. Darius Yates: While you're here... He pauses and looks around, half-expecting her to vanish again. When he looks over his shoulder, she looks off curiously in that direction too, then meets his gaze when he turns back around. Darius Yates: Right. While we're here, mind if we talk a little about your match with Kelsey Spencer coming up later this evening? For just a moment, Zahara's smile wavers, but only for a moment. Zahara Matisse: With all due respect, Mr. Yates? The time for talking is over. I've done all the talking I care to do when it comes to Miss Spencer and will make any further statements I need to make in front of those amazing fans out there in the crowd. Call it a cheap pop if you want, but at least she go full-on patronizing by belting out the city's name with a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. Darius, accepting that answer, tries a different tack. Darius Yates: Fair enough. Then what does the future hold with you after Double Jeopardy? Zahara Matisse: Mmm... One leg crosses over the other, toe tapping gently against the floor. Her arms fold across her chest and she looks utterly thoughtful for a moment, which is cute. Then her expression becomes seriously and she uses the tip of her wand to push her hat up a bit, gazing straight into Darius's eyes. Zahara Matisse: ...I think I like the looks of some of these titles around here, Mr. Yates. Let's leave it at that, hm? Letting the hat back down, Zahara brings down the wand and taps Darius on the shoulder with it a couple times. He looks confused, then briefly surprised, when a white carnation pops out the end of it. Back to smiling once again, she takes the flower and puts it in the lapel of his jacket all neat. Tipping her hat politely, she turns and starts walking down the hallway. Darius looks to the flower for a moment, then turns back to where Zahara walked off...only to find her gone. Again. Ruby Parvati: I'm-a start calling her Batgirl or something. Disappearing and crap. Axel Reid: Yeah, but she doesn't use smoke pellets or anything. Batman always used those... Ruby Parvati: Axel? Axel Reid: Uh, yes? Ruby Parvati: Shut up and put down your geek flag before you put someone's eye out.
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 10:31:59 GMT -6
Owen Gonsalves & Patrick Jones Vs. Chaos Sworn (Emma Carlisle & Joanna Thade) The opening drum beats of Billy Talent's "Red Flag" echoes throughout the arena as the crowd erupt in a flurry of cheers and immediately begin to slam against whatever they can to the beat of the song. Once the song kicks in, "Indestructible" Owen Gonsalves bursts out from behind the curtains with his trademark hooded vest on his shoulders and the hood itself covering half of his face, the crowd pops at the sight of him, contuing to slam against the guardrail. Owen stands and doesn't make a move. You see him join his hands quickly before unclasping them and going ahead with the sign of the cross quickly before flipping off the hood and making his way down the ramp. "Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday" Jerry Heisenberg: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Melbourne, Australia, by way of Detroit, Michigan, weighing 205 pounds...'INDESTRUCTIBLE'...OWEEEENN...GONSAAAALVEEEESSSS! Axel Reid: And we're set for non-title tag team action here, as Double Jeopardy rolls on! Ruby Parvati: And speaking of non-title, there's a man who won't be near one any time soon! Axel Reid: ...I thought you were going to mention how ChaosSworn must not be best pleased with the fact that they're not in the Main Event competing for the Twin Cities Championships...but trust you to insult someone when you have half a chance! Ruby Parvati: Only when it's called for, honey. Axel Reid: It's NEVER called for. As the announcers banter, the chorus repeats a second time. Owen is fired up, leaning against a guardrail and joining the front row in slamming against it to the beat of the song. "Well I've never seen us act like this Our only hope is the minds of kids And they'll show us a thing or two Our only weapons are the guns of youth It's only time before they tighten the noose And then the hunt will be on for you" Slowly, the song calms down and Owen continues to make his way down the ramp... ...only to be caught from behind by his two opponents for the night! Axel Reid: WHAT?! IT'S CHAOSSWORN!! And they're beating down Owen Gonsalves! Ruby Parvati: Seems the girls wanted to make a fashionably early entrance... Indeed, Emma and Joanna have decided to once again dictate their own rules, and are currently venting their frustrations on a helpless, downtrodden Owen Gonsalves. Ruby Parvati: Emma and Joanna must be imagining Owen is that insufferable Tina girl... Axel Reid: Her name's Gina...and whatever those two are doing, it's just not on! The fans seem to agree with Axel, as they make sure to let ChaosSworn know how they feel about their attack. Emma and Joanna, however, do not so much as acknowledge the crowd, instead proceeding with their beatdown. Not even Opeare Shields, when he tries to plead with Joanna, is able to dissuade the devilish duo, and Owen therefore continues to suffer in silence under the unforgiving boot of Death and War. That is, until... Axel Reid: PATRICK JONES! PATRICK JONES IS HERE! The crowd erupts as Patrick Jones comes dashing from behind the curtain at full speed, pushes past Opeare, and clobbers Joanna Thade across the back of the neck with a double-ax handle! This breaks up the attack on Owen, if only momentarily, but also draws the ire of Emma Carlisle. Death Incarnate turns a glowering gaze on Patrick Jones, and – forgetting her downed quarry – begins to stalk him. Jones, however, is always one step ahead of the fearsome Brit, as he and Joanna trade blows all around ringside. Axel Reid: Patrick Jones is really taking it to Joanna Thade here...but LOOK OUT!! Ruby Parvati: You can't run away from Emma... Indeed you can't, as Emma proves a moment later by knocking Patrick Jones for a loop with a devastating punch to the back of the head. Emma then promptly grabs him and throws him torso-first against the ring apron. As he bounces back, Joanna pleads with her partner to 'let her have her fun', and Emma magnanimously concedes, rolling Jones into the ring as she herself calmly retreats to her corner. Only then does the bell ring, indicating the start of the match. Axel Reid: Well, it seems we are under way here, at long last...with Joanna Thade and Patrick Jones as our legal man and woman...but it is by no means an even contest anymore, thanks to the ChaosSworn's tactics! Indeed, Joanna has a definite upper hand as she and Patrick roll into the ring. Proof of this is that, after bringing Jones to an upright position, she promptly rams him against the ring-post! Then, as he bounces back, he gets hit with a reverse DDT for good measure! Ruby Parvati: That has GOT to hurt! The second PJ is down, Joanna begins to stomp all over him, letting out primal screams of rage. From the turnbuckle, Emma Carlisle watches approvingly, her countenance only darkening when the referee tries to tell Joanna to relent. Death's intervention is, however, not necessary, as the Warchild promptly rounds up on the hapless official! Ruby Parvati: Shouldn't have done that! Much to the referee's astonishment, Joanna emits a low, hissing sound as she begins to stalk him, with an evil glare and even more evil smirk. Axel Reid: Wait...is she...hissing at him? Ruby Parvati: ...she's hissing at him. Oh boy...that guy's in trouble... Axel Reid: ...NO HE'S NOT!!! Indeed, yet again, Patrick Jones proves his mettle by jumping in for the rescue – this time, saving the referee from whatever Joanna was preparing to do to him! He catches The Warchild from behind with a clothesline, sending her toppling forward. Before she falls, however, he wraps his arms around her torso and sends her flying with a German suplex. Joanna lands in the middle of the mat with a 'thud', and Patrick earns the cheers of the fans! Axel Reid: Patrick Jones to the rescue yet again, and the fan favorites finally have a way into this match! That does seem to be the case, as – caught entirely by surprise – Joanna fails to react quickly enough as Jones once again picks her up, this time applying a scoop powerslam. The fan-favorite then brings The Warchild to her feet again and hits a shin breaker, which he transitions into yet another crisp German suplex! Axel Reid: Look at Patrick Jones go! He has full control of this match at the moment...and the fans are loving it! Just as Joanna falls to the mat again, Owen Gonsalves finally climbs onto the turnbuckle. He and his partner lock eyes, and Owen silently indicates he will live, by means of a grin and a thumbs up. Satisfied, PJ returns the thumbs-up and turns around to continue to work over his opponent... only to find Joanna on her feet and lunging at him with a Thesz press! To the dismay of the fans, and Owen, Patrick falls to the mat, as Warchild peppers his face with punches, and even – the referee being out of position – the occasional rake with her long nails. Patrick attempts a rope break, but it is no use, as Joanna continues her onslaught without so much as relenting one bit. As such, it is up to the referee to once again stop the Warchild – which he does with extreme reluctance. And justifiably so, as Joanna almost immediately rounds up on him yet again! Ruby Parvati: That man needs to stop interfering, seriously! Axel Reid: ...you mean 'doing his job'? And by the way, Joanna needs to keep her focus on Patrick, before... As Joanna yet again rants at the referee, Patrick Jones crawls over and pulls her into a rollup attempt! Axel Reid: ...there we go! ONE! TWO! ...Shoulders up by Joanna! Axel Reid: Only two, but a smart strategy from Patrick Jones, who currently has Joanna right where he wants her! As the two competitors roll through to their feet, PJ sees Owen's outstretched hand in front of him, offering a tag should he want it. However, as he brings The Warchild back to her feet, he indicates that he has a handle on things, and Owen should recover. A moment later, however, his whole plan comes undone, as Joanna once again takes advantage of the fact that PJ's body is blocking the ref's view. The punch to the stomach is followed by a rake to the eyes and a headbutt, as Joanna buys her way to freedom! As PJ staggers, a bulldog sends him to the mat, completing Joanna's escape! Ruby Parvati: Joanna's in the clear, and she's making a dash for her partner... Axel Reid: ...but Patrick Jones won't stay down! Indeed, the fan-favorite is somehow still sufficiently aware to grab Joanna's leg as she attempts to escape, making her stumble and halting her momentum. Jones pushes himself forward, attempting to get a good grip on the leg and definitively trip up the Warchild, but Joanna has other ideas. She pulls her leg free and hits Patrick with a DEVASTATING stomp to the back of his head, drawing a groan of sympathy from the Puerto Rican crowd. She then, almost nonchalantly, goes over and tags in Emma! Ruby Parvati: Well, that took care of THAT! Axel Reid: And now here comes Emma Carlisle! The Nihilist seems in no hurry to end things, instead strolling up to the only-just-recovering Jones with her trademark evil smirk. She then signals for Joanna to re-enter the ring, as she picks Jones up and throws him to the ropes. Coming back, the fan favourite is caught with a double-gutbuster, which leaves him gasping for air on his hands and knees. This, of course, is exactly what ChaosSworn intended, and soon they are hitting tandem kicks to the side of Patrick's head – Emma a dropkick and Joanna her trademark PsyKick! Ruby Parvati: That attack was an Inevitability. Axel Reid: Very funny. Ruby Parvati: No, really...that's what it's called. Ask them if you don't believe me! Axel Reid: I'm not asking them anything...cover by Emma Carlisle! ONE! TWO! TH—NO!!! The crowd erupts as Patrick Jones kicks out! Axel Reid: Patrick Jones will not die! Joanna seems incredulous, but for Emma, this is only a minor setback. Waving her Warchild back to the turnbuckle, 'The Nihilist' picks up Patrick Jones and delivers a front powerslam. She then begins to apply stomps, forcing the poor referee to once again intervene. The look Emma gives him is no less menacing than the ones Joanna was directing at the official earlier, but the man in the stripes bravely stands his ground, and almost indirectly succeeds in drawing The Nihilist's attention away. As such, Patrick Jones finds himself with an opening, which he promptly uses to start crawling towards the corner, and Owen's outstretched hand... Axel Reid: PJ needs the tag here! The fans cheer as Patrick inches his way towards the corner, his hand almost touching Owen's... only for Emma to notice at the last second, and promptly reach in to grab Patrick and pull him back by one leg. She then grabs hold of his hair and pulls him to his feet, only to apply a straitjacket hold! As usual when she applies this move, she grinds her knee into her opponent's back, for added pain. Then, rather less usually, she throws Patrick over with a straitjacket suplex! Axel Reid: What impact from Emma Carlisle, and the tides have turned for the fan-favorite team! Ruby Parvati: You can only hold out so long against ChaosSworn... Axel Reid: Considering they were attacked before the bell, I think their spell of dominance was impressive...and potentially not over yet!! Indeed, as Emma goes to pick up Patrick Jones a second time, he almost instinctively connects with punches to the stomach! Caught unaware, The Nihilist reels slightly with each impact, until she is sufficiently off-balance for PJ to connect with a running back elbow! As Emma goes down, Jones does not halt his momentum, allowing it to carry him all the way to his team's corner to tag in Owen! The fans cheer as the Australian steps through the ropes and makes a dash straight for Emma! Axel Reid: Here at last comes Owen Gonsalves, and he has fire in his belly! Ruby Parvati: But is it wise to engage Emma like that...? Wise or not, Owen does not seem to care, as he hits the just-recovered Emma with a clothesline to begin with! He lets his momentum carry him to the ropes, swings upside down for a moment, and rebounds into a pendulum lariat! He and the Nihilist both fall to the mat, and Owen covers! ONE! TWO! ...Kickout by Emma! Axel Reid: Kickout that time by Emma Carlisle, but a strong start for Owen Gonsalves in this match! Indeed, Owen is now firmly in control, and brings Emma back up to her feet, only to wrap his hands around her waist and drop her with a Blue Thunder Bomb, into another cover! ONE! TWO! ...Kickout by The Nihilist! Still Owen does not let up, and once again brings Emma to her feet. He grabs the increasingly dazed Nihilist's wrist, spins around and connects with... Axel Reid: PERISH SONG! Surely it's over!!! The cover! The crowd counts along as the referee drops down! ONE! TWO! TH—NO!!!! Axel Reid: JOANNA THADE, AT THE LAST SECOND!! Indeed, Joanna has just saved her partner by breaking up the pin, and is now taunting Owen, distracting him. The referee intervenes, and Joanna is unusually meek returning to her corner...although it quickly becomes apparent why! Axel Reid: Did you see that? Ruby Parvati: See what? Owen suddenly lets out a sharp cry and falls to the mat, clutching his ankle. Axel Reid: She bit him! Ruby Parvati: She never did! Axel Reid: Did TOO! On the ankle! When the referee wasn't looking! That does appear to have been the case – and Emma has just gotten away with it thanks to good improvising by Joanna Thade. The Nihilist shoots her partner a grateful look as she bends down to pick up the still-grimacing Owen. She brings him to his feet and delivers her corkscrew neckbreaker, the Countdown to Extinction, followed by a cover! ONE! TWO! ...Owen kicks out! Axel Reid: Owen Gonsalves is still alive! Ruby Parvati: Yes, but now he's gone and made Emma pissed! Indeed, The Nihilist seems fit to be tied as she once again brings Owen up and hits him with another one of her signature moves, this time the pump-handle fallaway slam known as Waking Nightmare! Another cover ensues! ONE! TWO! TH—BROKEN UP BY PATRICK JONES! Axel Reid: Not quite yet! The look Emma directs at Jones is enough to melt ice, but PJ stands his ground, perhaps looking to allow Owen to roll Emma up and get a flash win. The Australian, however, is too far gone at this point to react, and no flash pin is forthcoming. The referee orders PJ back to his corner, and as the fan-favorite complies, Joanna Thade streaks into the ring and knocks him over the ropes to the outside! She then completely disregards the referee's orders, and strides towards the center of the ring, to join Emma! Ruby Parvati: Oops! There goes Patty! Axel Reid: His night did NOT deserve to end like this... Ruby Parvati: And now the ChaosSworn lifting Owen up...could this be the death blow? Axel Reid: I'm afraid it must be... And indeed, as the ChaosSworn stand shoulder to shoulder, the helpless and seemingly unconscious Owen is lifted up...only to be hit with a double-shoulderbreaker and, immediately afterwards, a double belly-to-belly kneeling piledriver, completing the devastating move known as Ultimate Discord! Axel Reid: ...Ultimate Discord connects...and all of PJ's and Owen's efforts may have been for naught. It does, in fact, look as though Owen is going nowhere anymore – except, maybe, on a stretcher – as Emma coolly drops down to cover. ONE! TWO! The fans let out a groan as the referee's hand comes down one last time... THREE! The groan grows louder as the bell rings and EMTs immediately rush in to check on the downed Owen and Patrick. Axel Reid: So close...these young men came so close...closer than anyone before... Ruby Parvati: But in the end, Axel...you can't stop Chaos... Jerry Heisenberg: Here are your winners... JOANNA THADE AND EMMA CARLISLE, CHAOS SWORN! In the ring, the ChaosSworn endure the boos of the crowd, their heads proudly held high as the referee nervously raises their hands – clearly afraid of getting glowered to submission once more. As he drops Emma and Joanna's hands, however, neither of them goes anywhere, instead continuing to simply look up at the crowd, with smirks on their faces as we fade to commercial...
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 10:44:12 GMT -6
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 10:48:42 GMT -6
A Declaration From War As we come back from break Joanna is standing against the ropes facing the ramp and waving as Talon and Sentinel make their way to the ring. Unsure as to why or whom her actions are directed Joanna provides some clarity with her opening line as she hold the mic to her face. Joanna Thade: Well, didn’t we have fun, boys? But on a serious note, before I begin to unleash my thoughts, I will say that we were right. Jones actually showed up once again in the face of Chaos and is better for it. Owen recaptured his old drive, to rise above our…adversity. I merely promised a message, didn’t I? Destruction isn’t always physical, but it always leads to rebuilding, and it seems Chaos has rebuilt those two. For the better I can’t say, but only time will tell. Joanna bites her bottom lip as her crooked smile takes over her face. Swaying slowly by herself Joanna hums a few notes to herself as Shields is clearly upset and going off on Doll outside the ring, who is doing her best to calm him down.. Ruby Parvati: Seems her therapist has issues with Joanna giving us some insight into the art of War. Axel Reid: I wish Doll would let him stop her. Do we seriously need to hear from her after that match? Why hasn’t Sky Sangue fired these lunatics yet? Ruby Parvati: Because they are the future. Sometimes to beat evil you need a darker evil, Axel. Back in the ring the other member of the greater group, Talon, has joined Emma in the corner. The woman nicknamed Fury leans against the ropes with an inquisitive look about her. Death, however seems to be enjoying the show and gives Fury a calming look. Sentinel lives up to his name behind the pair, standing like a guardian statue. Joanna seems to have come out of her own head and speaks again. Joanna Thade: I knew VoW was the perfect place to bring the storm of change. I knew that this was the battlefield most fertile for a rebirth and was polluted enough that a purging fire was needed. What I didn’t know was how corrupted the air was. How can you breath such sad filth? Joanna pauses, waiting for the crowd to respond and receiving a chorus of boos for her obscure degradation of the crowd. Joanna Thade: I mean, really? Everyone is so wrapped up in monotheistic morality that they can’t smell the pungent odor of decay. Maybe we should have been a bit more classic with our naming conventions and brought Pestilence into the fold, but looking at VoW that would have been too redundant for me. But I’m already picking at the pieces of a derailed train of thought so please follow along if you can. Axel Reid: Ruby can you make any sense of the nonsense she is upset our fans with? Ruby Parvati: I believe she's about to make her point. Or attack someone with how she is pacing. Ruby's final comment comes as Joanna starts to become animated in the ring. Pacing back and forth while using her hands to aid her explanation. And as the Warchild stalks back and forth, Death and Fury look on. Joanna Thade: With the curtain about to be pulled back as to the full power we hold I thought it was time I put a few heads on display. Firstly all those that sit on their thrones and wonder who will take their kingdom next, stop wondering and look in the ring. Chaos in the form of one of its chosen riders will claim what belongs to it. In the background Emma nods at Joanna's words, as her lover begins to speak faster and the words just pour from her mouth as she moves back and forth like a caged beast. Joanna Thade: Second is that while many competed for a soon realized goldrush in a few short weeks, my intentions are to start from the bottom and defy gravity as I climb over everything Skye can throw my way. Axel Reid: I think she's lost it. Get her her medication and get her out of the ring. She talking nonsense. Ruby Parvati: Now now Axel, clearly aside from an interesting song reference, Joanna is referring to the Zero Gravity title. Axel Reid: How do you know that? Ruby Parvati: Simple, I listen when the future kicks in the door like they have. As Axel groans about not believing his partner, Joanna motions for her hammer that Doll slides into the ring for hesp Picking up Hephty, Joanna holds up three fingers before continuing her list. Joanna Thade: Thirdly, to all those that think we are here in hopes of running VoW, or being like every group before. Stop thinking so simple. Chaos is about change, unpredictability, and being unbiased. We can fall on our own swords as easily strike down those that oppose us. We are not looking to take over VoW, but force it to be what it was meant to. We are sick of seeing the stagnation that leads this industry to be Rome time and time again. Axel Reid: What? Does she not understand geography? Ruby Parvati: Quiet you, she is talking way over your head. Joanna Thade: How many times have you seen companies you love close because nothing in them has changed? How many times have you watched as one person held be glory so long you lost interest in federations that once thrilled you? Do you want VoW to be the next casualty of this lazy, sad, sickening reason for the slow extinction of what you enjoy enough to sit there and listen to me? Axel Reid: I'm speechless Ruby Parvati: If that were true why open your mouth. But now you see how wrong you are about Joanna and the Chaossworn. Joanna cuts off any rebuttal with a small snicker. Falling to the mat with her legs crossed, Joanna begins to away again as the crowd mules over her questions. Joanna Thade: It's easy to label Goldie, Talon, and I evil when we speak down upon you simpletons. It's easy to grab the torches and pitchforks when change comes knocking, but you will see. We are not like any you've seen before or will see ever again. Which brings me to my last point. With a sudden flip of her hair, Joanna crawls to the bottom rope towards the nearest camera with her eyes locked on it. The cameraman pulls back as she lunges for his equipment before letting out a truly chilling giggle. Joanna Thade: To all of you pretenders. All of you sick, disturbed individuals that think being quote crazy unquote, is the new trend. Is a way to put asses in seats, or stand out. Don't get in the ring with me. I say this not as a belittlement, but as a warning. I served more time in an asylum than any of you, possibly all of you. So when I say that playing the crazy role to appease fans or pander to them will earn you a trip to the hospital for your grave error in judgement. Extending her arm back to include Emma and Talon, Joanna continues her warning as a wolf would, with bared teeth. Joanna Thade: What we do is real. What we stand for is no gimmick. And to make light of it will put you right smack dab in the middle of my warpath through this company. You all can call me crazy, deranged, insane all you want. But pretend to suffer for the masses and this crazy b***h will f**---- Axel Reid: It seems production has cut off Joanna's mic. And at the perfect time. Ruby Parvati: I know we have to watch what we say but they have no right to deny the Warchild her right to speak. Axel Reid: You really want to defend that woman? She nearly flattened the cameraman for her mic going out. Ruby Parvati: Well as she pointed out she is crazy. But you can't argue her points. Axel Reid: How could I? I couldn't understand her for the most part. As the commentators continue their banter the Chaossworn leave the arena. Talon and Sentinel first with Emma forcing Joanna forward as the Warchild is enraged at being cut off. Shields and Doll are the last to leave, deep in conversation.
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 11:06:29 GMT -6
Zahara Matisse Vs. Kelsey Spencer We head back to ringside. Jerry Heisenberg: This following contest is scheduled for one fall! The Dollyrots’ First World Anarchist blasts from the sound system, and a few seconds later, Kelsey Spencer bursts out from behind the curtain. She stands at the top of the stage for a moment, gazing out at the jeering fans. Taking it all in her stride, she arrogantly makes her way to the ring, blowing off the young fans she once adored. Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing first, from The Gold Coast… She’s a member of The Bellis Street Socialites... Kelsey Spencer! Ruby Parvati: Are you set for a fast-paced slugfest, Axel? Axel Reid: This is going to be an exciting contest, no doubt about that. Both Kelsey and Zahara have turned heads in their time here in VoW. Ruby Parvati: Not to mention they’re both undefeated! Axel Reid: Now hold on, Ruby… Only one of those streaks is legitimate… Standing in the centre of the ring, Kelsey scowls at the fans with a look of disgust that is amplified when the lights go down in the arena and a pulse appears on the screen above the stage, one which reacts in time with the opening beats to the electronica-styled beats of "Melody Circus" by Savant. At every pause and subtle shift in the music, a strobe effect starts up, the first being placed at the top of the ramp upon a figure standing with their head bowed. The second time, the figure is already at the bottom of the ramp. The final shifts in the music come quickly, and the lights give off the image of the figure on each turnbuckle until the song kicks up full blast, with a spotlight on the last corner to show Zahara Matisse standing there, head down and wand raised high. Jerry Heisenberg: And introducing her opponent! From Atlantic City, New Jersey! She is The Enchanting One… Zahara Matisse! She lifts her head and smiles at the cheering crowd, twirling her wand skillfully before pointing it at several points over the crowd in turn, sending out bursts of glitter, confetti and flower petals to drift over and upon them. Undoing the front of her ankle-length purple jacket, she opens it wide, tossing it over the top rope to reveal something new in terms of ring attire: a corset-like white one-piece with a connected black, knee-length skirt slit up to the waist on both sides with her legs and forearms both sheathed in the same style of black mesh and black boots going up to her knees. She sweeps off her hat and bows to the audience before hopping down to the canvas, removing said hat and placing it, along with her wand, on the mat beneath the turnbuckles. Axel Reid: Quite an entrance from the Enchanting One! Ruby Parvati: She'd better have some damn good wrestling to go with that! Kelsey Spencer is all fired up! Axel Reid: And Zahara isn't? They've been going at it on Twitter for over a week now! I think Spencer might have actually gotten under Zahara's skin! Ruby Parvati: And in her head. Now we'll see her little streak be snapped. Kelsey does look pretty impatient at having to sit through Zahara's show of an entrance, but that's hardly a surprise based on the aforementioned war of words between the two new Visionaries. The tale to tell is on Zahara's face; she's still got a smile but her eyes are intense and she looks more focused than we've ever seen her. And she's not turning that stare from Kelsey for a moment. Axel Reid: Five bucks says Rebecca Saint gets involved in this somehow. Ruby Parvati: No bet. Not that Kelsey needs her, mind you... Axel Reid: No, it's the other way around. Ruby Parvati: I see you bought into that crap, too. Saint is helping Kelsey out of the goodness of her heart. Why can't people see that? Axel Reid: Uh huh. Anyway. Two very talented and entertaining young ladies here, set to square off in what's sure to be a tremendous match. The referee takes Zahara’s jacket, wand and hat and hands them to a stage crew member before signalling for the bell. Zahara respectfully extends a hand to her opponent with a genuine smile -- but Kelsey isn't interested, as she angrily slaps her opponent’s hand away before mouthing off to her. The smile on Zahara’s face washes out as Kelsey gets a little too close; Zahara shoves an unsuspecting Kelsey back, causing her to fall flat on her rear. Mortified and embarrassed, Kelsey quickly picks herself (and her jaw) off the mat, engaging Zahara in a rather aggressive collar-and-elbow tie-up, forcing her back into the corner. As the referee calls for the break, Kelsey slowly backs away; but not before slapping the taste right out of her opponent’s mouth. Ruby Parvati: Ooh, that’s gotta hurt! Axel Reid: Kelsey Spencer’s showing absolutely no respect towards Zahara Matisse tonight! Kelsey taunts Zahara by performing jumping jacks as the young woman checks to see if she’s missing any teeth. It seems a fire has been lit under Matisse, as she comes back with an equally-aggressive tie-up of her own, which she shifts into a side headlock. Spencer pushes her back into the ropes, whipping her across the ring into a shoulder block -- Matisse hits the canvas flat on her back. As Spencer rebounds off the ropes, Matisse ducks; Spencer rebounds the opposite side, Matisse leapfrogs. Spencer rebounds a third time, right into a deep arm drag. She recovers instantly, and Matisse goes for what looks to be a sweep of the legs -- however, Spencer scouts it, countering with a German Suplex. Utilising her superior athletic abilities, Matisse is able to escape the suplex unharmed by landing square on her feet! Stunned, Spencer tries to follow up with a simple right hand -- Matisse ducks under the incoming fist, and takes Spencer off her feet with a well-placed dropkick to the chest. Refusing to be deterred, Spencer springs back to her feet; both combatants negate each others’ dropkicks with one of their own, and then kneel before each other in a stalemate. The fans roar with excitement as both women catch their breath following that swift exchange of moves. Axel Reid: Woah, that was intense! And we’re only in the first few moments of this match! Both women lock up once more, this time with Kelsey shifting Zahara into a headlock. She shifts her weight, grounding her athletic opponent, taking away one of the greatest weapons in her arsenal. Slowing the match’s pace to a snail crawl, Spencer is content on lying on the mat with a side headlock on her opponent all night. “Ma-gic Maiden!” clap clap clapclapclap “Ma-gic Maiden!” clap clap clapclapclap The fans will Matisse to her feet, who breaks the headlock by slamming Spencer down with a side suplex. Knowing she needs to follow-up quickly, Matisse gains momentum from the ropes and crashes down onto Spencer with a cartwheel leg drop. She quickly makes a cover. ONE! Spencer wastes no time shooting her shoulder up, then retreating to the ropes where she’s safe to take a breather. Unphased, Matisse takes a moment of her own to appeal to the crowd, smiling with arms wide open as their adulation rains down upon her. Soon enough, both wrestlers are ready for another round, as they circle each other with Spencer favouring her left arm. Suddenly, she dashes at Matisse, latching onto her midsection and driving her spine-first into the nearest turnbuckle. After ramming her shoulder a few times, Spencer retreats to the opposite corner, charging in for a splash -- Matisse manages to avoid, and Spencer bounces face-first off the turnbuckle, turning into a waiting spinning heel kick from Matisse. Another pin attempt follows. ONE! TWO! Kelsey kicks out, and Zahara grabs a hold of the left arm, after noticing Spencer favouring it earlier. Axel Reid: It looks like Kelsey’s the one being outwrestled here tonight, despite having many more years experience than Zahara. Ruby Parvati: Kelsey’s just warming up, Axel. She’ll bounce back. As Zahara wrenches the arm, Kelsey manages to hook her toes on the bottom rope, shouting for the referee to call for the break. Matisse complies immediately, choosing not to utilise the five count, and backs off to give Kelsey room to breathe. Visibly upset and frustrated, Kelsey shakes the pain out of her shoulder, then raises her right hand to initiate a test of strength. Zahara accepts, locking fingers with her opponent’s hand -- as their other hand mirrors the position, they both test their might, pushing each other with every ounce of strength they have. It seems as though Spencer is the stronger of the two, as she manages to push Matisse to the canvas, pinning her down for the official’s count. ONE! TWO! Zahara pushes her right shoulder up, still locking fingers with Kelsey, who pushes her shoulder back down to the mat. ONE! TWO! Zahara’s left shoulder shoots up this time, as she desperately struggles to overpower Kelsey and escape the predicament she’s fallen into. With Zahara’s shoulders down on the mat for a third time, Kelsey lifts herself up -- almost performing a handstand -- with the intent of sending her entire body weight crashing down on Zahara’s midsection in the descent. Matisse has other plans, however, as she raises her legs, catching Spencer’s midsection with the soles of her feet. Spencer shifts her momentum, able to get her feet on the ground -- but at the same time, she assists Matisse in getting to hers. Fingers still interlocked with each other’s from the test of strength, Matisse makes an impressive leap to the top rope -- with incredible balance, she frees her hands and springboards off the rope, latching onto Kelsey’s head in mid-air and driving her down with a spectacular Tornado DDT. Axel Reid: What a move by Zahara Matisse!! Talk about athleticism!! She crawls into a cover, hooking Spencer’s far leg. ONE! TWO! THR-- Spencer manages to kick out, as the fans cheer immensely for the effort being shown by both competitors. Naturally, Matisse is first to her feet after the devastating move, picking Spencer up and placing her into the corner. She props her opponent up on the top rope and begins ascending, with intentions of performing a superplex -- however, as Matisse stands firmly on the top rope, Spencer trips her opponent up, causing her to lose her balance and fall. But, she doesn’t hit the canvas, as Spencer as hooked Matisse’s left foot around the turnbuckle -- she’s essentially dangling in a tree of woe position. The crowd is hushed in anticipation as Spencer rises on her perch, staring down at the defenseless Matisse with a sinister grin. Despite Matisse’s attempts to return to the top rope and get free, it’s no use -- Spencer leaps off the top rope, driving both feet into Matisse’s chest with devastating force. Spencer hits the canvas with a hard thud, and Matisse flops down not long after. Believing her opponent to be out cold, the Bellis Street Socialite drags her body to the centre of the ring and attempts a pinfall. Ruby Parvati: It’s all over after that, ring the bell… ONE! TWO! THR-- Miraculously, Matisse manages to shoot a shoulder up. Axel Reid: No, it’s not over! Kelsey can’t believe it, but Zahara’s still fighting! Ruby Parvarti: Hey, why doesn’t Zahara ever used her wand in matches? Like, she could probably pull off some cool wingardium leviosa shit with it. Axel Reid: ...I’d probably get behind seeing that. Kelsey rises to her feet, pulling Zahara up by the underarms before spinning her around and sizing up for a Suplex -- it doesn’t go according to plan, though, as The Enchanting One wraps one leg around Kelsey’s to remain grounded. Kelsey attempts at the maneuver again, but Zahara’s grip is far too tight. Zahara tries a suplex of her own, but Kelsey escapes and sends a hard shove to Zahara’s chest; it knocks her back a couple steps before Kelsey leaps into the air with a standing dropkick. Zahara smacks Kelsey’s legs away, ultimately allowing her to hit the mat with a thud. Zahara approaches a kneeling Kelsey and yanks her up to her feet by the forearm, spinning her around and sending a kick to her thigh -- a yelp coming from Spencer -- before she repeats the process on the other side and completing the set with a leaping clothesline that sends Kelsey back to the canvas. Zahara rolls her opponent over to her shoulders in a pin attempt. ONE! TWO! But no! Somehow, Kelsey rolls over backwards, taking Zahara with her and getting The Magical Maiden on her own shoulders. ONE! TWO! Nope, nothing for Kelsey either as Zahara kicks out. Neither competitor misses a beat, climbing back to a vertical basis -- however, Zahara’s much quicker and runs over to the ropes, bouncing off and coming back with a stern Facebreaker Knee Smash -- Kelsey falls flat on her back, clearly seeing stars after that one. Matisse’s assault continues as she scales the ropes, performing a spectacular Springboard Moonsault. The move comes close to connecting, however Kelsey snaps out of her daze for a split second, lifting up knees as Zahara approaches. Both knees drive deep into Zahara’s stomach and sternum, visibly winding her as she clutches her ribs and curls over. Axel Reid: Oh, man! Even I can feel the pain of that one! Ruby Parvarti: As a woman, she’s used to feeling that kind of stomach pain every month… She’ll be alright. The official takes turns checking on each downed warrior, deciding that a count is the best decision in this circumstance. ONE! TWO! Both competitors begin to stir, as Zahara rolls onto her stomach. THREE! FOUR! Zahara drags herself toward the ropes with one arm, clutching her midsection with the other. FIVE! She wills herself to her feet, glancing across the ring to see Kelsey doing the exact same thing. The ref’s count ceases as both gladiators stand tall, each holding their injured body parts -- Zahara’s ribs and Kelsey’s shoulder. Zahara makes the first move, racing towards Kelsey with a clothesline -- it’s ducked, as Kelsey trips Zahara over with a drop toe hold, sending her crashing face-first into the mat. Showing a more ruthless side of herself, Spencer grabs a handful of her opponent’s hair, and begins bouncing her head relentlessly off the mat, as if it were a basketball. The official eventually convinces Kelsey to cease, and she backs away as Zahara’s left checking her nose for blood. Still believing to be better than her foe, Kelsey approaches Zahara with the intention of rubbing her nose in it -- but Zahara has other plans, as she springs up, hooking her legs around Kelsey’s injured arm and rolling her down into a crucifix pinning position. ONE! TWO! Kelsey expertly counters, shifting her weight to pin Zahara’s shoulders down. ONE! TWO! Zahara makes a counter this time, latching Kelsey’s ankles and pulling her into a pin. ONE! TWO! Kelsey counters, rolling her into a sunset flip pin. ONE! TWO! Zahara rolls out, breaking the chain of pin covers; Kelsey rolls to her feet, getting caught in a northern lights suplex. ONE! TWO! She powers out, rolling Zahara into a backslide pin. ONE! TWO! Zahara rolls over Kelsey’s head, and both combatants are on their feet. Like-minded, they follow up by simultaneously clotheslining each other, before both kipping up at the exact same time and having an intense staredown. The fans in the crowd give both competitors a standing ovation. Axel Reid: Can you believe these two?! Going head-to-head like this with such intensity, pin attempt after pin attempt, and they still seem evenly matched! Ruby Parvati: They’re giving this everything they’ve got, Reid! This is a pay-per-view! It could make or break careers! Fists raised, Zahara smiles brightly -- surprisingly, Kelsey smiles back with a genuine smile, void of any sarcasm; she’s sincerely enjoying herself. Both ladies scoot around in a circle, locking in another tie-up; Zahara takes Kelsey down with a snapmare, then dashes to the adjacent ropes. She hops over to the outside, then comes back inside with a somersault plancha onto her opponent -- unfortunately for her, Kelsey is waiting, and has a backbreaker with her name on it; Zahara flies through the air, and Kelsey catches her, straddling her back-first across her knee. Instead of going for a cover, Kelsey quickly twists Zahara’s legs up and, before she can react, steps over her and cinches in her best move. Ruby Parvati: The Kelsey Cloverleaf!! Put a fork in Zahara! Axel Reid: Where did that come from?! Kelsey Spencer just pulled the Kelsey Cloverleaf out of thin air! I’ve never seen her perform that move from that position! Kelsey leans back, wrenching the back of Zahara, putting an extreme amount of stress on the already-injured midsection. Screaming in pain, Zahara shakes her head defiantly when the referee asks her if she wants to give up. Willed on by the fans, Zahara desperately crawls and grabs the bottom rope. The referee instructs a frustrated Kelsey to release the hold, which she does reluctantly. Writhing in pain, Zahara tries to use the ropes to stand -- oddly enough, Kelsey’s giving her time to recover, perhaps in the spirit of competition. Axel Reid: Both of these amazing athletes are pulling out the best moves in their arsenal! And some we haven’t even seen from them before! Ruby Parvati: It doesn’t look as though Kelsey wants this match to end! To be honest, I don’t, either! Zahara goes back to basics, trying to hit a big boot -- Kelsey ducks, catching Zahara in an unexpecting schoolgirl. ONE! TWO! THREE?! NO! Zahara managed to get a shoulder up just in time! Kelsey argues with the referee for a moment, begging and pleading for him to change his mind, but to no avail. She attempts another Kelsey Cloverleaf -- however, Zahara frees her legs, reaches up and flips Kelsey over into a standing hurricanrana, which she follows up with a pinfall. ONE! TWO! THREE!! Ding ding ding! Ruby Parvati: “It’s over, just like that?!” Axel Reid: “An excellent counter to end what was nothing short of a breathtaking match!” Lucky Star blasts through the arena as Zahara pulls herself up, her hand being raised by the official. Jerry Heisenberg: “Your winner of the match… Zahara Matisse!” Victorious, the young entertainer ascends the adjacent turnbuckle, raising her fist to the sky in triumph. She drops back down and spots Kelsey hunched over by the opposite corner, hanging her head down low. In a true display of sportsmanship, Zahara approaches Kelsey and extends her hand once again -- just as she had done when the match began. This time, Kelsey accepts the handshake, and Zahara uses it to pull her to her feet. Holding her arm in pain, Kelsey whispers something to Zahara, and then latches her into an embrace, causing the fans to explode in applause and adulation. Axel Reid: “Neither of these two have anything to be ashamed of… They put on a match for the ages!” Ruby Parvati: “Yeah, I actually agree with you, Axel. It looked like they were pushing each other further than anyone’s pushed them before!” Axel Reid: “I think they also learned a few things from each other, too! Great effort by both gladiators, but in the end, it’s Zahara Matisse with the win!” The camera fades with an exhausted Kelsey holding Zahara’s arm high in victory.
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 11:14:40 GMT -6
Calling Out a Bitch
The roof of Coliseo Héctor Solá Bezares is currently hanging on a thread since the crowd has been rocking all night long. As the crowd was trying to settle down, "One Shot" strikes up as Valerie Beasley walks out onto the stage. Her fists are still taped up from her match. Her hair is messed up but she doesn't seem to care. The crowd is going crazy as she waves at them. She starts walking down the ramp as Axel and Ruby are wondering why she is out here. Ruby Parvati: Why is she even out here? Axel Reid: It would appear she has something to get off her chest. Ruby Parvati: There is a reason she was on the pre-show. It was so we didn't have to see her. Axel ignores that comment as Valerie walks up the steel ring steps, she enters the ring as the crowd is chanting "Bitch Destroyer." She walks over toward ring technician and asks for a microphone. Both Axel and Ruby gasp as she walks back toward the center of the ring. Valerie Beasley: Cut my music The music suddenly cuts out as Valerie slowly runs a hand through her long blonde hair. She takes a moment to let the crowd settle down before starting. Valerie Beasley: I am sure you all are wondering why I am out here. I know you are probably wondering where Todd is as well. Well, Todd is in the back talking to some promoter about me fighting down here in Puerto Rico. A cheap pop is heard as Valerie shows a soft smile. Valerie Beasley: Now as for why I am out here. Last week, I was attacked from behind by a pathetic wench. I'm pretty sure a lot of you know this wench. She likes to think of herself as "undefeated", probably even after her defeat at Zahara's hands. For those who seem to be confused, let me clear it up. Kelsey Spencer The mere mention of her names causes the crowd to let out a loud boo. Ruby Parvati: Kelsey already beat Valerie. Axel Reid: If that was the case then why did Kelsey attack Valerie. Seems to me Kelsey is just a sore winner. Valerie listens to the crowd before continuing. Valerie Beasley: I can tell you fans are smarter than the average Joe. Now Kelsey, you did beat me but what you did was uncalled for. When are you going to get it? Rebecca Saint doesn't give a damn about you. She is all about herself. If you want to attack me like a pathetic bitch then you will regret it. Kelsey if you really want to go down this route then you will hate yourself. Because I'm not going to hold anything back. So you can keep running like a scared puppy. Because when I do get my hands around your neck, you will be begging me not to slay you. Kelsey, consider yourself warned because your ass is mine. She puts a finger up in the air before raising her left fist. Valerie Beasley: Beware the Fist She tosses the microphone down as "One Shot" strikes back up. Valerie stands on one of the corner turnbuckles and poses for the crowd. After a few minutes, she finally leaves the ring and starts making her way up the ramp. Axel Reid: Kelsey might have made a big mistake pissing her off. Ruby Parvati: Oh please Valerie disappears behind the curtain as the crowd is still chanting her name.
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 11:34:04 GMT -6
Daddy The arena erupts with boos as the big screen lights up literally. A lighter gently reaches the tip of a cigarette and Casanova English blows a puff of smoke into the camera. As the camera pans out English stands with a leather jacket over a Guns N Roses shirt, the World Visionaries Championship slung over his shoulder. English: It's fine. Boo me, I am used to it. No one wants to admit it. No one wants to admit that right now I am the man. You can say all you want about VoW not being the biggest league to play ball, but I beg to differ. Talent makes the organization and not the other way around. I believe I have been essential in weeding out those worthy to be in this company. The truth is people don't join VoW because it is too small. . . they don't because they are scared. They are worried they will just measure up to be another scuff on my shoe; or they might get beat by Ryder Blade. No I have worked long and hard to shape the caliber of talent in this company. This brings me to my opponent. English sucks back on the cigarette letting the tobacco crackle as he squints his eyes at the camera. English: This is my second defense of the World Visionary Championship, and I am facing off against a man who is searching for a new spark to ignite his career. Seth I thought that this match was going to my ticket to my name being recognized internationally, but you couldn't keep up your part of this bargain. English knocks the dead bits of ash off the cigarette. He's not intended to be Iser's spark to a new career path. Truth is the old man got soft, and Casanova is setting out to exploit that. English slaps the championship. English: Now coming into this match you have lost your last what 2 or 3 matches? You lost that mean streak attitude that kept these fans watching you. Your name it deteriorated, your significance rapidly pummeling. See I thought that if I pinned Seth Iser it would mean something. Now you have fallen, you are not a name that strikes fear anymore. Now I just laugh; I laugh at a sad man's mid life crisis as he tries to take away what is rightfully mine. It is amusing, maybe you should of opted for mandatory retirement. Then again maybe that is my function, I have served as the kiss of death for every other contender so far. Seth I thought I could have your body brought to a taxidermist, and keep you as a trophy forever. . . but you have fallen out of collectible status. At this point. . . you are just another victim. English lets out a grunt throwing the cigarette to the ground and stomping on it. Casanova walks closer to the camera holding out the championship. English: There was a time I was scared to step in that ring with Iser, scared of what he might do to take this championship. My fears are gone now Iser. There was a point in my career where I recognized you as the measuring stick, now it seems like the roles have reversed. It seems like tonight I am your daddy. Feel free to call me that when I am making you my bitch; I won't kiss and tell. English laughs walking off camera, propping the championship back up on his shoulder...
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 11:38:25 GMT -6
Kincaid Vs. Desmond Knight Following English's departure, the lights dim to near pitch-black levels. After a brief moment of silence, "Light Work" by Sincerely Collins feat. Rittz & Jarren Benton blares over the announce system. All eyes are on the entrance area, the only light from a single spotlight above can be seen as a very arrogant and very assured Desmond Knight, otherwise known as "The Realist", can be seen as his manager Genevieve Wisp follows closely behind him. Knight and Wisp stand next to one another as various photographers near the entrance aisle began snapping photos one after the other of the two, as they slowly take in the various chants of disdain. The only ones that show approval are those fans of Knight's music. Desmond can be seen oozing with nothing but confidence as he and his ring valet Genevieve Wisp walk to the ring, a sickening Cheshire smile on his face serving as the perfect statement to those booing him. Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by his valet Genevieve Wisp... he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighed in tonight at 229lbs… “THE REALIST” DESMOND KNIGHT!!! Axel Reid: Tonight marks Desmond Knight’s true chance to make a name for himself. The first night we saw him, he bloodied Kincaid with brass knuckles. Now these two men are set to battle one-on-one, and after what happened at Breakthrough #39, this is surely going to be a deadly encounter. Ruby Parvati: As long as there’s blood and plenty of muscles being shown, I don’t care what happens! Slowly Desmond walks around to the black steel steps, leaving his gorgeous valet Genevieve Wisp at ringside, as he, methodically, walks on up them as the insults and jeers continue to be heard. He slithers up the corner and extends his arms, doing so as Wisp heads to the backstage area, having completed her service for the evening. Once Desmond jumps down into the ring, he eyeballs the announcers and the crowd, shrugging his shoulders confidently. Ruby Parvati: Desmond always looks so composed… until the bell rings, that is. Axel Reid: That’s what worries me about this man. He can switch at a moment’s notice, sometimes without any physical or verbal provocation. Fortunately for us, and the rest of the audience, he’s only concerned with hurting Kincaid tonight. Suddenly a droning, distorted opening chord comes over the speakers in the arena and the lights go dark. The grinding guitar of "Passenger" by Deftones kicks to life and the audience rises, recognizing the familiar music of Kincaid. A spotlight follows him as he emerges from the right side of the stage, with his head down and his wife, Alyssa, nowhere in sight once again. Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent... he hails from Bearing, Alberta, Canada and weighed in tonight at 275lbs… KINCAID!!! Axel Reid: For the second time since his first fight with Desmond, Kincaid is coming out here alone. Alyssa of course will be watching this from backstage, but she has to be worried about what’s going to happen between these two men. Ruby Parvati: Well Kincaid did win last week and came out of the match fairly unscathed. I don’t think that’s going to happen tonight. Something tells me that blood is going to spill again, and Desmond will destroy him and make a great impact! Kincaid moves towards the ring, completely fixated on Desmond and no one else. Desmond does not look at anyone else either. Once Kincaid reaches the ring, he waits at the bottom of the steps, bouncing up and down on his toes to warm up. Eventually he walks up the steps and stands on the apron, waiting to see if Desmond makes any sudden moves. Instead, Desmond bides his time, shaking with adrenaline as Kincaid steps through the ropes. His music then fades out as he stands there, locked firmly on Desmond as he waits for the match to start. Axel Reid: The referee is in check. Desmond and Kincaid clearly want to get this started as soon as possible… and there’s the bell! DING DING DING!!! Once the bell sounds, there is a moment of hesitation from both men. Almost instantly, this hesitation is cancelled by both men rushing at each other, unleashing punches and elbows to their adversary, much to the delight of the crowd! Axel Reid: Look at these two go at it! They’re not giving an inch! Ruby Parvati: Kincaid’s starting to get the upper hand though! Indeed Kincaid does, overcoming Desmond’s ferocity and punching him towards the corner. After a barrage of forearm strikes, Kincaid grabs Desmond by the throat and turns, throwing his opponent across the ring like a ragdoll! Axel Reid: And there’s the strength of Kincaid being demonstrated! He made Desmond look like a lightweight! Undeterred, Desmond gets back to his feet quickly, but he is met by a knee to the stomach from Kincaid. Another knee renders Desmond helpless, allowing Kincaid to Snapmare “The Realist” to the canvas and boot him in the face! Axel Reid: All of the aggression that Kincaid has stored for this man is coming out in full force! And who can blame him? Desmond left him a bloody mess a few weeks ago, and I think that in Kincaid’s mind, he wants to do the exact same thing to Desmond! Ruby Parvati: Well if those punches get any harder, Desmond will be bleeding in no time! Having finished hammering Desmond in a mounted position, the crowd chant Kincaid’s name as he hoists Desmond up and plants him with a Scoop Slam. Kincaid falls to his knees for the first cover of the match… ONE! TW- No, Desmond is still rather fresh despite Kincaid’s early aggression. Not taking his time, Kincaid immediately drags Desmond to his feet and whips “The Realist” to the corner. Without posing or indicating what he is about to do to the audience, Kincaid rushes at Desmond and crushes him into the turnbuckles with a Splash! Desmond looks rather groggy afterward, staggering forward only to slump back into the corner. Axel Reid: I don’t know if Alyssa will be pleased with this or not, but Kincaid remains in control. Kincaid whips Desmond to the opposing corner, watching his opponent collide with the pads and grimace. Kincaid then rushes forward for a second splash… but this time Desmond grits his teeth, grabs the ropes at the side of him and raises his leg, causing Kincaid to run straight into it! Ruby Parvati: I think you may have spoken too soon! As Kincaid feels his face, Desmond’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull with intensity. Despite being battered thus far, he is able to leap up towards Kincaid and hook the latter’s neck with his arm, dragging Kincaid down onto the bottom turnbuckle with an STO! Axel Reid: And there’s the difference maker! Now Desmond is recovering as Kincaid deals with the pain in his head! After taking some restorative breaths, Desmond stomps down on Kincaid’s head, beginning an assault that consists of boots to the face, shoulder and chest of his larger opponent. Eventually he drops some knees onto Kincaid’s stomach, attempting to wear Kincaid down as much as possible. Soon enough, Desmond scans the crowd as he pulls Kincaid back to his feet, delivering a Sitdown Jawbreaker and following it up with a Step-Up Enzuigiri! Ruby Parvati: Uh, Alyssa, if you’re listening… I think it’s time you found someone new, sweety. Axel Reid: How can you say that? Kincaid still has fight in him, and Alyssa loves him more than life itself! Why do you think she’s going to find another man after this match? Ruby Parvati: Would you want to stick around with a corpse for the rest of your life? Axel shakes his head in complete disbelief as Desmond continues dealing damage to Kincaid, giving him trapping Headbutts before following these up with Uppercuts. Kincaid falls back towards the ropes, but his size keeps him upright against them. Seeing Kincaid’s predicament, Desmond walks back several steps with his rage building. As he growls, he charges at Kincaid for a Lariat… only to be Back Body Dropped over the ropes to the outside of the ring! Axel Reid: WHOA! What a counter from Kincaid! That was a hard landing for Desmond! Ruby Parvati: That’s a hard landing for just about everyone! His back must be killing him right now! As Desmond writhes on the ground, tending to his back with a pained expression, Kincaid glares at him intently. Eventually Kincaid departs the ring, ignoring the referee before the official is forced to start an outside 10-count. 1… 2… Axel Reid: This fight has been taken to the outside, and I wouldn’t be surprised if this ended in a Double Countout! Kincaid punches Desmond from the ground a few times before he lifts Desmond up and slams his face onto the apron! 3… Desmond feels his nose, but this leaves him open to another knee from Kincaid and a push into the hard edge of the apron! 4… Ruby Parvati: I see spinal surgery coming later in life for him… but I also see Kincaid needing face reconstruction surgery after this match as well! Kincaid then grabs the arm of Desmond and whips him towards the Steel Steps! 5… Suddenly, Desmond manages to reverse the whip and sends Kincaid into the tough metal instead! The rumbling steps excite the crowd, but they turn to boos once they realize Kincaid is down instead of Desmond. 6… Axel Reid: The referee is up to six… and Desmond just told him he knows what number it is! Ruby Parvati: Surely he’d get back in the ring now and win by Countout? Axel Reid: Anyone would do… but I don’t think Desmond wants to win that way. He’s picking Kincaid up… we’re at 7 now… and he’s rolling him into the ring! With Kincaid safe from a countout loss yet affected by the steel steps, Desmond finally puts a stop to the referee’s count by entering the ring himself. He tends to his back yet again as he walks around Kincaid, barking insults at the larger man before stomping on his head. Soon enough, as Kincaid gets up to his hands and knees, Desmond tenses before he hits the ropes and rushes back with a Curb Stomp! Axel Reid: Curb Stomp from Desmond! Will that be it? Desmond makes the cover… ONE! TWO! NO! Kincaid gets his shoulder up in time, much to Desmond’s aggravation! Ruby Parvati: How did Kincaid kick out of that? Axel Reid: The desire and fortitude to succeed, Ruby. He can’t let Alyssa or his fans down against this man… but more importantly, he can’t let himself down! Desmond looks at the referee momentarily but he gets up and stomps on Kincaid some more. The fans are firmly behind Kincaid, willing him on as Desmond starts to lose his mind. Eventually Desmond drags Kincaid up and nails him with elbows… but Kincaid counters with a strong right hand! Desmond deals with the punch and hits another elbow… but Kincaid appears to shrug it off and lands another heavy blow! Ruby Parvati: What is… he’s become the Terminator! Axel Reid: That is unrelenting heart, Ruby! Desmond, looking pissed off, hits Kincaid as hard as he can with a right hand of his own… but Kincaid merely headbutts Desmond in return and drops him with a Clothesline! Breathing heavily, his face contorted with fury, Kincaid tenses his muscles before he drags Desmond up and, after grabbing him by the throat, delivers a Chokeslam! Axel Reid: Chokeslam from Kincaid! Did you see that power?! Kincaid makes a cover on Desmond as the crowd count along… ONE! TWO! THR-- NO! Axel Reid: But Desmond kicks out! With a bad back and all! Ruby Parvati: This is where it all goes wrong for Kincaid. I just know it! Wiping saliva from his lips, Kincaid pulls Desmond back up and whips him to the corner again. Desmond leans forward after the impact, his back now becoming troublesome. Kincaid rushes forward for the chance to execute another Splash… but somehow, Desmond catches Kincaid with a high knee before both men fall to the canvas! Ruby Parvati: HA! I told you! Suddenly, once Desmond is back up, he aggressively turns to face the corner he was just in and starts to rip apart the top turnbuckle pad! Axel Reid: Now this isn’t good. What in the world is he thinking of doing? Ruby Parvati: Isn’t it obvious? I thought you were smarter than this? However, the referee intervenes and scolds Desmond for his moment of deconstruction. Desmond argues with the referee for a while until he complies, allowing the referee to repair the pad. Axel Reid: Well thankfully, we’re not going to see an exposed turnbuckle tonight. Suddenly, as Desmond looks over his shoulder at the referee, who is busy trying to tie up the pad in a good position, Desmond goes to the waistband of his attire and reveals his set of brass knuckles! Ruby Parvati: But we ARE going to see this! The referee failed to check that out before this match! Axel Reid: I can’t defend the referee for being incompetent about that, but this is still disgusting behaviour! As soon as Kincaid finds his feet again, having regathered his bearings, Desmond rushes toward him and drills him the head with a brass knuckle-assisted DRIVE BY! Axel Reid: NO! NO! Ruby Parvati: Don’t blame Desmond! Blame the system! A small amount of blood trickles from Kincaid’s head, having been reopened after the shot! Desmond quickly pockets his brass knuckles again and makes the cover, shouting at the referee to come over and make the count! The referee, having finally replaced the pad, turns and sees the pinfall before he slides into place! Ruby Parvati: Have fun in the hospital, Kincaid! ONE! TWO! THREE--NO! NO! KINCAID KICKS OUT, INSTANTLY SHOCKING DESMOND! Ruby Parvati: WHAT?! Axel Reid: KINCAID KICKED OUT! The brass knuckles couldn’t keep him down! Eyes bulging once more, Desmond looks back and forth between the referee and Kincaid. The crowd are cheering on Kincaid, which sets Desmond off. Not caring who sees, he reveals his brass knuckles again, dead set on finishing his rival off once and for all! Axel Reid: There’s those damn brass knuckles again! However, the referee realizes what Desmond possesses, and also realizes his prior mistake of not checking both men before the match started. Aiming to rectify his error, the referee grabs a hold of the weapon and confiscates it from Desmond’s grasp, keeping it away from the angered Realist as the latter pursues him! Axel Reid: The referee did the right thing! Now Desmond has to fight Kincaid like a wrestler should! As the referee chucks the brass knuckles outside, Desmond instantly seizes the opportunity to charge at the now standing Kincaid. But as Desmond aims to boot his bloodied opponent in the groin, Kincaid smashes Desmond in the face with a Clothesline, dropping Desmond straight to the mat! Ruby Parvati: He IS the Terminator! Understandably enraged, Kincaid drags Desmond back up and clubs him to the ropes, whereby he whips him to the other set of ropes and connects with a BIG BOOT on the rebound! Axel Reid: There’s the Big Boot! Desmond is out! Not yet finished, Kincaid finally acknowledges the crowd, his eyebrow stained with blood from the small cut that formed due to the brass knuckles. He signals to them confidently as they cheer, going after Desmond and lifting up his groggy adversary. Once Kincaid tells Desmond something, he positions Desmond onto his shoulder, lowers him and drops backwards with the Red River Crossing! Axel Reid: I think he just told Desmond is over, and it very well could be after that Red River Crossing! Ruby Parvati: Whatever he said, I don’t think Desmond properly heard him! Kincaid hooks the leg as the referee counts… ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING DING DING!!! Axel Reid: And Kincaid redeems himself! He is vindicated tonight in Caguas, Puerto Rico! Ruby Parvati: Poor Desmond… Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner… KINCAID!!! Kincaid does not look at Desmond again; he simply looks towards the crowd, leaving the blood stains on his face as he raises his arms victoriously. The referee latches onto his wrist to clarify he is indeed the victor, pointing to him as a stronger indication of that fact. Eventually, Kincaid releases a heavy breath and leans over, placing his hands on his thighs as he recovers from the battle. Axel Reid: There is no doubt about it now! Kincaid is NOT empty of fire! Kincaid is NOT stuck in mediocrity! He has recaptured the flame, and now he turns his attention to the Zero Gravity Championship. Ruby Parvati: Unless he gets attacked backstage again and forfeits that opportunity. Things like that tend to happen around here nowadays. Axel Reid: Even if he was attacked again, I don’t think anything can stop this man from going after what he desires the most. And this victory tonight strengthens that goal. He is on a mission, and not even Desmond could stop it! Ruby Parvati: Well… at least Desmond will still be remembered in some fashion. Axel Reid: How do you figure? Ruby Parvati: He DID make Kincaid bleed twice. Kincaid finally departs the ring and heads up the ramp, nodding his head to the fans that support his endeavours. Meanwhile Desmond is still out like a light in the ring, an image that translates Kincaid’s destructive power before the scene changes...
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 11:46:54 GMT -6
The Black Rose Axel Reid: What a match that was Ruby...it really could have gone either way... Ruby Parvati: Indeed, it was surely a... Axel Reid: Hold on a second, Ruby! I’m getting word that something has happened backstage...we need a cameraman back there right away! We suddenly cut backstage just outside of the locker room belonging to Stacy Jones and we see said Visionary on the floor out cold, surrounded by EMT’s and VoW officials. Ruby Parvati: You interrupted me for this dyke? Axel Reid: Have some compassion damn it, Ruby! Someone has assaulted her! Ruby Parvati: That...or she cut herself again... All of a sudden, General Manager, Sky Sangue appears on the scene. Sky Sangue: What the Hell happened? EMT: We don’t know Ms. Sangue...we just found her like this... Sky Sangue: Any idea who was responsible? The EMT shakes his head as Sangue puts her hands on her hips, shaking her head. She looks down and spots something, she bends down and picks it up and in her hand is a black rose. Axel Reid: Of course... Ruby Parvati: Of course what? Stop jumping to conclusions... Sangue raises her eyebrow as she stares at the black rose. Sky Sangue: This needs to be dealt with... Looking back to the EMT and then to Jones, she folds her arms across her chest. Sky Sangue: Will she still be able to compete tonight? EMT: It’s doubtful Ms. Sangue... Letting out a sigh, she glances up to the camera and again, raises her eyebrow. Sky Sangue: Shouldn’t you be elsewhere? Get out of here! We then cut back to ringside and back to Axel Reid and Ruby Parvati. Axel Reid: Well ladies and gentlemen, it appears that Stacy Jones has been assaulted by the woman she is scheduled to be facing tonight, Winter Pine... Ruby Parvati: How do you know it was her? Just because our GM found a black rose? For all we know, Winter could have been set up! Axel Reid: Oh come off it, Ruby...you know just as well as I do that this attack was carried out by Winter... Ruby Parvati: Whatever...
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 12:08:14 GMT -6
Katie Moicelle Vs. Matt Robinson After a quick word from our sponsor, the camera pans around the arena at the excited, screaming fans after watching yet another exciting contest. They erupt in a roar of approval when a graphic of the following match flashes on the screen. Axel Reid: This next match is born out of redemption; Katie Moicelle, the Zero Gravity Champion, is looking for redemption after that assault by Matt Robinson at Breakthrough #38! Ruby Parvati: Hold on a minute there, Axel! These little league players are getting too big for the boots! Robinson was simply teaching Moicelle a lesson in humility! Axel Reid: ...Anyway you want to slice it, Robinson ruined a special moment in Katie’s career, when she finally became Zero Gravity Champ. She’s not about to let that go. The crunching riff of Hatebreed’s “Live For This” blasts out of the sound system, accompanied by a chorus of boos from the Puerto Rican fans -- the combination of the two has become such a staple of VoW programming, one almost seems empty without the other. The jeering intensifies as Robinson walks onto the stage, displaying that same sly smirk he’s often photographed wearing. Jerry Heisenberg: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida by way of London, England… Standing 6 foot 5, and weighing 245 pounds… He is “The Punisher”, MATT RRRRRROBINNNSOOONNN!!! Robinson reaches the bottom of the ramp and slithers underneath the bottom rope. He climbs the furthest turnbuckle, raising his arms to the sky with that same smirk plastered across his face as the boos seem to fuel his desire for punishment. Ruby Parvati: Robinson’s in the zone tonight, Axel! Look at that confidence, I can feel it from over here! Axel Reid: Robinson’s never been one to be short on confidence, that’s for sure… Ruby Parvati: Oh, I’d hate to be Katie Moicelle right now! As his theme is replaced by Crush 40’s “Open Your Heart”, he sneers over his shoulder, fixated on the entrance way. Fans cheer as Katie slowly strides out onto the ramp, a little different demeanour tonight than what we’re used to seeing. Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent! Hailing from Crossville, Tennessee! Standing 5’4, weighing in tonight at 117 pounds… She is your VoW Zero Gravity Champion! Katie removes the title binding her waist and raises it high above her head to a loud ovation. Jerry Heisenberg: ...The Cumberland Jet… KATIE MOIICCEEELLLEEE!! As Katie makes her way to the ring with the gold on her shoulder, the camera catches a clear shot of the maroon jersey she’s wearing this evening -- written across the front of it, in big white letters, is the phrase "Never Forget Zaevion Dobson". Axel Reid: A touching tribute to Zaevion Dobson; the young man from Katie’s home state of Tennessee, who gave his life to protect his friends in a senseless shooting late last year… Ruby Parvati: Truly tragic, Axel. May Zaevion rest in peace. A very nice gesture on Katie’s part. Katie slides under the bottom rope in a more traditional manner, possibly wary of Robinson’s way of operating, and not wanting to take her eyes off her opponent. She holds the championship up once more in the face of Robinson, who visibly scoffs in reaction and shakes his head. She hands the title to the referee, who hands it to the timekeeper and orders for the bell to be sounded. Axel Reid: And with that, we’re underway! Katie’s surely got a lot of pent-up frustration, as we’ve seen with her change in mannerisms during her entrance out here. As the bell rings, neither competitor moves a muscle -- they simply stare each other down. Robinson chuckles, taunting Katie, non-verbally insinuating that she’s frightened. His plan ultimately works, as she rushes recklessly to prove him wrong; right into a waiting scoop slam. She crashes into the canvas hard, obviously winded from the slam as she retreats to the bottom rope to catch her breath. Robinson doesn’t even make an attempt to follow up, instead displaying his cocky smile as the referee checks on Katie’s condition. Defiantly, Katie waves the referee off as she gets back to her feet, holding her back. Robinson motions for her to take another shot at him, but having learned from the first interaction, the champ decides to circle around her opponent, perhaps searching for a weak spot. Growing impatient, Robinson’s expression becomes stern as he races at his much smaller opponent with a clothesline -- Katie’s agility allows her to duck, and begin hammering Robinson with right hands to the forehead. She rebounds off the ropes to give herself extra momentum; but as she launches into a shoulder tackle, Robinson barely budges as Katie flops to the canvas. Ruby Parvati: Might as well be jumping into a brick wall with that one… Axel Reid: Katie’s giving up 128 pounds to Robinson, not to mention over a foot in height. Ruby Parvati: She’d better think of a different strategy here, Axel. Brute strength is not gonna win it for her. Robinson grabs a clump of Katie’s hair; the Zero Gravity Champion lets out a yelp as she’s yanked to her feet by the Punisher, who proceeds to deliver a snap suplex to his foe -- Katie cries out in pain, obviously having back issues as she writhes on the mat. Robinson wastes no time following up this go around, as he slaps a sleeper on Moicelle. The official checks for consciousness as the crowd fires up, cheering on their champion. Willing herself to a standing position, Katie delivers several sharp elbows to the mid-section of Robinson -- just enough to free herself from his clutches -- before sending him reeling with a spinning forearm strike; a move she’s come to rely on quite soundly. Robinson doesn’t fall, however, and stands groggily checking his nose for any sign of blood -- Katie opts for the brute strength tactic one final time, as she bounces off the ropes and takes Robinson down with a hard elbow strike. Axel Reid: Woah, what a tackle from Moicelle! Robinson’s down! Moicelle stumbles and falls into a cover, but manages to hook a leg as the referee dashes into position. ONE! TWO! Robinson shoots his shoulder off the canvas with authority. This doesn’t deter Katie, however, as she continues to adapt her style to her opponent, slapping on a sleeper of her own, much to the delight of the crowd. Their elation is short-lived, however, as Robinson is easily able to power his way to his feet and, after a brief moment, rams Katie back-first into the nearest turnbuckle. Having had her back worked over for the majority of this match, Katie instantly lets go and slumps in the corner, finding herself at Robinson’s mercy. Or lack thereof. Robinson begins remorselessly hammering away at Katie’s head with stinging right hands. Leaving Katie limp on the canvas in the corner, Robinson aggressively turns to the booing audience and sarcastically shouts, “This is your champion?!” -- prompting them to boo even louder. As the callous Robinson turns menacingly and grabs a handful of Moicelle’s hair, he’s stunned when the Cumberland Jet catches his foot and sends him crashing face-first into the turnbuckle pad with a drop toehold. Staggering, Robinson walks back, right into a schoolgirl roll-up. Axel Reid: “This could be it! Katie’s won many matches lately with this very move!” ONE! TWO! THR-- Robinson manages to roll a shoulder off the mat as the crowd collectively gasps. As he slithers his way back to his feet, the champion tries to take her opponent down with a tackle -- however Robinson’s larger frame makes it almost impossible for Katie to take him off his feet. Robinson reacts by clutching Moicelle in a front facelock -- struggle as she might, she’s unable to escape the snaring hold, and is driven down to the mat hard with a swinging neckbreaker. Having seemingly rendered Katie unconscious, Robinson decides to add insult to injury by rubbing the sole of his boot on her face. After several uncomfortable seconds, Katie begins to vigorously try to swat her opponent’s foot away -- which just proves to aggravate him. He rebounds off the ropes, and comes crushing down on Katie’s petite frame with a leg drop. Rather than go for a cover, he hits another. And another. Axel Reid: Alright, you’ve made your point, Robinson! That’s enough! Put an end to it! Ruby Parvati: Yeah, this is getting uncomfortable to watch... Robinson cockily puts his foot on Katie’s chest, believing it will be more than enough to finish the match off. ONE! TWO! THRE-- Katie’s shoulder shoots up off the mat, leaving Robinson with a case of drop jaw. He aggressively shouts to the official to count faster, and bends down for a more conventional cover -- but is caught by surprise when Katie latches onto him in a triangle choke! Ruby Parvati: Where in the world is Katie Moicelle finding the energy to pull this off?! Axel Reid: Katie Moicelle may not be the biggest member of the roster in terms of stature, but you’d be hard-pressed to find an individual with more heart! As Katie wrenches the hold with all her might, it seems as though Robinson’s fading, turning crimson as his blood circulation is cut off. Katie releases the hold, rolling Robinson over into a supine position so she can go for the pinfall; she grips his knee pad with her fingertips, pulling it closer to her to half-hook the leg for the attempt. ONE! TWO! TH-- Robinson, perhaps on instinct, powers out of the pin, sending Katie tumbling onto the referee. Concerned, Katie takes her eyes off Robinson for a moment, inspecting the unconscious official -- like a cat ready to pounce, Robinson patiently lies in anticipation. The fans desperately try to warn their beloved champion, but it’s all in vain -- Katie turns right into a pop-up European Uppercut; the force of the blow knocks Katie out on her feet. Ruby Parvati: That’s the Mark Of The Punisher, Axel! You know what comes next! Axel Reid: Total Punishment could be moments away! Robinson goes for his finisher -- a Double Knee Facebreaker -- but Katie’s able to reach out and grab the top rope, holding on for dear life. She’s able to maintain her grip, as Robinson crashes spine-first on the floor. He quickly regains his vertical base, but Katie’s already in the process of performing her counterattack. Robinson looks up just in time to see an airborne Moicelle come plummeting down on him. “You Wa SHOCK!” the fans simultaneously scream with undying enthusiasm, as Moicelle connects with a springboard roundhouse kick square to Robinson’s nose. Katie desperately crawls into a cover, knowing it’s her best bet to put another W on her record. But while she lies across the chest of her dazed adversary, she’s reminded of the incapacitated referee. A little frustrated, she slaps the mat and goes over to check on the referee once again. She gently shakes the official, causing him to slowly come to his senses -- however, this in turn has given Robinson adequate time to collect his thoughts. He sneaks up behind Katie, and delivers a spine-rattling olympic slam that looks to have put her down for the count. Learning from his previous mistake, he goes for a conventional cover as the referee slowly crawls to make the count. ONE... ... TWO... ... Katie yet again manages to get a shoulder up as the audience explodes with appreciation. Frustrated and unsatisfied with the ref’s count, Robinson verbally lashes out at him as Katie rolls to a prone position, taking a much-needed breather. Overconfidence beams from Robinson once again as he sees his opponent struggling -- and the same cocky grin accompanies it. “Come on, get up!” he shouts, loud enough for the camera to pick up comfortably. He derogatorily delivers a series of slaps to the back of her head, exclaiming, “You’re letting them all down! You’re pathetic!” He lifts her to her feet, arrogantly whipping her to the corner, presumably to deliver a hard-impact maneuver such as a dropkick or clothesline -- but, astonishingly, Moicelle uses the momentum from Robinson’s whip to run up to the top rope. Robinson has no time to react as Katie launches herself from the top rope -- in a moment that seems to happen in slow motion, she twists her body in an impressive manner, considering the amount of abuse she’s taken. She comes crashing down onto her opponent with a corkscrew senton, straight into a cradle pinning attempt. ONE! TWO! THREE!! The bell sounds and the audience comes unglued as Open Your Heart is heard once again. Katie exhaustedly flops to the mat with small smile of pride on her face. Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner! The Zero Gravity Champion, KAATIIEE MOIIICEELLLEE!!! Ruby Parvati: It’s the upset of the century, Axel! Katie Moicelle has actually managed to defeat Matt Robinson! Axel Reid: Katie refused to give up, even when others would’ve thrown in the towel! That perseverance paid off, with Katie coming away with a massive victory over Matt Robinson here at Double Jeopardy! Ruby Parvati: How can you not be in complete shock after that?! Robinson’s a member of The freakin’ Orphanage! He’s a legend! Axel Reid: Be that as it may, there’s only one Star in the Night tonight, Ruby… And her name’s Katie Moicelle!
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Post by the Unsound Sky on Feb 6, 2016 12:11:53 GMT -6
Revenge Is Sweet Axel Reid: What a match that was! And what a victory for Katie Moicelle! Ruby Parvati: I still can’t believe this has happened... Moicelle climbs the turnbuckle and raises her right arm high above her head whilst she clutches her stomach with her left hand. Robinson gets back up to his feet and glares daggers at Moicelle as she climbs back down from the turnbuckle. Axel Reid: I don’t like the look on Robinson’s face... Ruby Parvati: I always like any look that Matt has... Robinson then grabs hold of Moicelle’s hair and drags her over to him as the fans begin booing loudly. Axel Reid: Oh c’mon Matt! The match is over! You lost! Deal with it! Ruby Parvati: Stop complaining, Axel... Suddenly, Moicelle breaks herself free and begins to deliver a flurry of kicks and punches to various areas of Robinson’s body causing the fans to cheer wildly. Axel Reid: Go on Katie! Teach that bully a lesson! Ruby Parvati: This is just going to anger Matt even more, Axel... Moicelle then bounces off the ropes and comes back, but is met with a vicious clothesline, nearly decapitating her forcing the fans to go silent. Axel Reid: And Robinson with a vicious clothesline... Ruby Parvati: Told you... Robinson, now seething, grabs hold of Moicelle again and lifts her up onto his shoulders in an inverted fireman’s carry position. Axel Reid: Oh God no...don’t do this Matt...please! Ruby Parvati: Katie shouldn’t have pi<BLEEP>ed him off... Suddenly, the fans cheer wildly and the camera cuts to the stage as Tyron Bickerton can be seen charging down the ramp, forcing Robinson to put Moicelle down. Axel Reid: And here comes the cavalry! Ruby Parvati: What the Hell is lardy doing out here... Bickerton slides under the bottom rope into the ring and immediately gets to his feet and begins to exchange blows with Robinson. Axel Reid: And these two are slugging it out with one another! Ruby Parvati: Has Tyron not learned his lesson yet? Robinson then attempts to hit Bickerton with a clothesline, however he ducks it and then when Robinson turns around, Bickerton kicks him in the gut before picking him up and then dropping him with a Brainbuster. Axel Reid: Game Over! Tyron drops Robinson with Game Over! Ruby Parvati: That was uncalled for! Bickerton then shoves Robinson out of the ring with his foot before he then calls for a microphone and the Zero Gravity Championship and he’s handed them. Axel Reid: It’s about damn time that somebody put Robinson in his place... Ruby Parvati: Tyron will get what’s coming to him eventually... Bickerton then helps Moicelle up to her feet and he then looks out to the crowd who are cheering wildly. Tyron Bickerton: Okay...now it’s time to set things right! He looks down at the Zero Gravity Championship in his hand and looks over to Moicelle before he hands the title over to her. Tyron Bickerton: Ladies and gentlemen! Please give it up for your Zero Gravity Champion! Katie...Moicelle! Bickerton then throws the microphone out of the ring and takes hold of Moicelle’s arm and raises it high above her head as “Open Your Heart” by Crush 40 blasts out of the PA system. Axel Reid: What a great thing to do... Ruby Parvati: This is making me feel ill... Bickerton then embraces Moicelle and even though it’s inaudible, he can be seen saying ‘This is your moment’ before he then leaves the ring and allows Moicelle to celebrate with her title. Axel Reid: What a great display of sportsmanship from Tyron, hats off to the man for giving Katie her moment back after it was wrongfully taken away from her when she won the title first time around... Ruby Parvati: Boooring!
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