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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 15, 2016 23:02:08 GMT -6
Our cameras fade into the loud and bustling arena just as "Stand your Ground" by CAVO is hitting the speakers, resonating throughout the entirety of the building. The fans in attendance cheer excitedly, a sound that easily matches the levels of the music, and our view then pans slowly over the crowd. Home made signs are lifted into the air, exclamations and the names of certain VoW superstars being shouted joyously (or angrily depending on the name), as it's quite apparent that everyone here tonight is pumped for what's to come. After a few seconds, our view finally cuts over to the commentator's table...
Axel Reid: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the 43rd edition of VoW Breakthrough! My name is Axel Reid, and alongside my broadcast colleague Ruby Parvati, we'll be calling all the action for you tonight and what a night of action it's set to be!
Ruby Parvati: We're in Flint, Michigan, Axel! Nobody sees any REAL action down here, so this'll be a first for a lot of these people!
Axel Reid: I'm not sure what you're insinuating but nonetheless we have a huge main event between Zahara Matisse, who was unsuccessful in beating Constance Chapin for the Xcel Championship at Nothing Else Matters in one of the best matches of 2016 already, and Kelsey Spencer who has turned a new leaf on her career here in VoW and looks to prove that she her own person and doesn't belong to anyone!
Suddenly “Reminded” by Drowning Pool blasts through the arena, leaving many fans confused as to who may be entering. Then, all at once, they leap to their feet and passionately boo as they see Tyron Bickerton slowly emerge from behind the curtain, wearing that disrespectful shirt of his own design -- the one depicting the severed head of Heath Williams resting on a metal folding chair.
Axel Reid: Speaking of someone who has turned over a new leaf...
Ruby Parvati: I never thought I’d be happy to see Wide Load, but what he did at Nothing Else Matters was fantastic!
Axel Reid: That’s not the word I’d use to describe what we saw. “Heinous” or “despicable” would be more appropriate.
He slowly strides down the ramp, intentionally taking his time to incite more boos from the audience; it’s almost as if he’s feeding off the jeers as validation. About three quarters to the ring, he spies a young kid in the front row with a mile-wide smile and an ice-cream cone in his hand. As he raises it to his mouth to take a lick, Tyron snatches it and dumps it onto the young fan’s head.
Axel Reid: What’d he do that for?!
Tyron turns to continue his walk to the ring before noticing the young boy balling his eyes out; tears streaming down his face, mixed with the creamy dairy treat oozing from his mop top. He shows a conscience, pulling a lollipop from his pocket and removing it from the wrapper, before offering it to the young fan -- but, just as the kid extends his arm to the sugary treat, Tyron pulls the lollipop out of reach and pops it into his own mouth. He laughs hysterically as he continues to the ring.
Ruby Parvati: Hahaha, I love it!
Axel Reid: I fail to see the humour in that…
Climbing through the ropes, Tyron receives the loudest chorus of boos heard in recent VoW memory, mostly due to his actions at Nothing Else Matters -- but the lollipop stunt probably pushed the fans over the edge.
Tyron stands in the ring with a microphone in his hand, looking around the crowd at the fans who once backed him -- almost all of them are booing until their voices are hoarse. He’s in no hurry to speak; he just waits for what seems like an eternity for the fans to get it all out of their systems.
Axel Reid: Look at this guy! Gone are the days of the happy-go-lucky young man who made his energetic entrance to Bowling For Soup -- he’s been replaced by a menacing, miserable human being who viciously assaulted his own partner!
Ruby Parvati: That song sucked anyway, and so did his attitude!
The crowd hushes as he finally removes the lollipop from his mouth and raises the microphone.
Tyron Bickerton: Did you miss me?
Boos rain down once again as a smirk appears on Tyron’s face.
Tyron Bickerton: Ever since Nothing Else Matters, people have been asking me the same question over, and over, and over again… “Why?” Everyone wants to know why I would turn on my best friend -- my brother.
Fans vocally share their disdain for Tyron’s vicious assault on Heath Williams, whom no-one has seen or heard from since the incident. He single-handedly destroyed The Requiem; and the wound is still fresh for the VoW fans.
Tyron Bickerton: Let me ask all of you a question: Have you ever had to sit back and watch as someone you care about self-destructs right in front of you? Because that's exactly what I had to do with Heath Williams.
There's a pause as Tyron throws his lollipop aside.
Tyron Bickerton: Heath Williams is a very self-centered man. This goes back to the indy days, where he and I cut our teeth in wrestling; he would drink heavily, use illicit drugs without the promoter’s knowledge. It was his way of dealing with the emotional stress of this business, and the physical toll it takes on one’s body. I had to watch every night as he would continue this reckless behaviour; each glass taller than the last, each handful of pills bigger than yesterday’s.
A single fan shouts “Bullshit!”, and he pauses once again, placing the microphone by his side as a few fans boo and hiss. He raises it once again with determination, a modest growl in his voice. He approaches the ropes adjacent to the heckling fan, and motions towards him.
Tyron Bickerton: You know, I’m gonna get to why I did what I did at Nothing Else Matters, but I can’t let that remark go unacknowledged. You people want answers, and as I’m giving them to you, you wanna boo and shout things like “bullsh-[bleep]”? That's exactly the kind of attitude I've come to expect from someone who watches this product. You all sit there with your beer and your nachos in your stubby little hands, thinking you can do what we can do in a snap -- yet you've probably never done anything even remotely resembling exercise since they forced you to in Gym Class! What the hell do you think reserves you the right to speak to me that way, asshole? I don't buy a ticket to the circus and tell you how to do your damn job!
There's a collective gasp as boos heavily rain down once again from the fans. Tyron walks back to the middle of the ring, addressing the entire venue.
Tyron Bickerton: I took Heath Williams out at Nothing Else Matters for his own good. I have been pleading with him for months not to go down this path again. He was finally clean, and he threw it all away, for what? To wear a title belt for 49 days?
His attention leaves the audience in attendance as he focuses on the camera filming him. He begins to speak as if he's talking directly to Heath himself.
Tyron Bickerton: You're sick, Heath. You need help. The entire time you and I were Twin City Champions, you were parading around in face paint, thinking you were three different people! I begged and pleaded with you to get psychological help; you refused to listen. So, the only way for me to ensure you’d stop wrestling…
Small pause as he looks to the mat, then back at the camera.
Tyron Bickerton: ...was to end your career.
Axel Reid: Are you kidding me?!
Ruby Parvati: He’s just doing what any good friend would do, Axel. Sometimes, people don’t know what’s good for them.
Axel Reid: But ending a man’s career?! There has to be a point where we draw the line in society!
Tyron waits until the fans get the booing and complaining out of their systems -- until the loud roar is now a smattering whisper of disapproval -- before addressing them once more.
Tyron Bickerton: Now, I know Heath isn’t here tonight; he’s stuck in his hospital bed while they try to mend his broken body. From what I understand, he’s finished -- I beat him down to the point where he will never be able to walk again. But, I’m sure if Heath were here, he’d thank you all for supporting his drug habits. He’d say he appreciates your support while he rode my coattails to the top of VoW’s tag team division! He’d show his appreciation for you all as you watched him struggle to save his doofus son from Dathyn! And, he’d be humbled that you were all there to witness his final steps before I crippled him with my Buster Brea--
Tyron falls to silence as “Little Pills” by Devilskin begins to blare through the sound system. The fans rise to their feet, cheering and chanting the new I4NI Champion’s name. A few moments go by before Heath appears from behind the curtain, seemingly confined to a wheelchair being pushed along by one of the EMTs. We can see the vast amount of bandage spiralling out from the depths of his shirt sleeves. The I4NI Championship sits contently around his waist while the Warhammer is sprawled out across his lap.
Axel Reid: It’s the I4NI Champion! The Hardcore Hero! He’s here, he’s actually here!
Ruby Parvarti: What a terrible idea, Wide Load’s just gonna beat the snot outta him again.
Axel Reid: I don’t think he cares, as we saw at Nothing Else Matters, Heath can handle far more pain than your average human being!
Once at the top of the ramp, Heath lifts a hand to stop the EMT from going any further before struggling up onto his feet, placing the head of the hammer against the ground for leverage. This only makes the fans pop even more, knowing that even after being nailed with a career ending move, still has the power to use his legs.
He slowly continues down the ramp, eyes deadlocked with Tyron’s, whom is shaking his head in disbelief at the sight before him. Once he gets to the bottom, he has some trouble getting up the steel steps but with time he manages to reach the apron before getting into the ring. His demand for a microphone is granted as Jerry Heisenberg hands him one. Wasting no time, he brings it up to his lips.
Heath Williams: Weren’t expecting this, were you big guy?
Tyron shrugs the comment off as the fans continue their cheer.
Heath Williams: You think you’re so big and tough, knocking a guy down after he’d just been through one of the most intense matches of his life. Career ending move, huh? Heh, that’s a bigger joke than the career of near obscurity you’ve had. Seriously, all the Buster Breaker did was give me a really bad itch…
We see Heath take a step forward, still holding himself up with the warhammer.
Heath Williams: A really bad itch to kick your ass. Right here. Right now. You see, just like your Buster Breaker...I’ve got something under my belt that has a tendency to end careers.
He gestures to the warhammer and the crowd quickly erupts into a frenzy of roars.
Ruby Parvarti: Woah! Is he gonna use that thing?!
Axel Reid: Looks like he might, Ruby! That’d be the ultimate revenge in Heath’s case!
Lifting it at about waist height, he goes in for the swing -- but Tyron drops his microphone and falls to the mat, rolling out under the bottom rope to safety. He retreats backwards up the ramp, nervously chuckling to himself as the fans express their disappointment that this confrontation didn’t come to blows.
Axel Reid: And Tyron goes on to live another day.
Ruby Parvarti: Didn’t know Wide Load had such quick reflexes, nice goin’!
“Little Pills” plays again as Tyron shakes his head, audibly shouting “Not tonight!” as he’s leaving. Heath slowly lifts his left arm, his middle finger being the point of focus. As Tyron reaches the top of the ramp, Heath raises the mic once more as “Little Pills” fades out.
Heath Williams: Keep running, Bickerton. You’ve always been pretty good at that.
And on that note, we go to a quick commercial break before the opening match. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 15, 2016 23:06:00 GMT -6
Kincaid vs Patrick Jones
A droning, distorted opening chord comes over the speakers in the arena and the lights go dark. The grinding guitar of Deftones "Passenger" 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 following close behind.
Jerry Heisenberg: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 275 pounds from Bearing, Alberta, Canada...KINCAID!
Axel Reid: This is a huge match for Kincaid.
Ruby Parvati: After losing to Katie, he needs a win here tonight.
Alyssa Kincaid moves to her husband's side and the two of them walk down to the ring, still under the spotlight. She gives him some encouraging words, and he acknowledges them with the slightest of nods. He waits at the bottom of the steps, bouncing up and down on his toes to warm up while she walks up in front of him to the apron. He follows her up and she takes a seat on the ropes to lower them to let him in. He moves to the middle of the ring while she takes up position at ringside. He closes his eyes as the house lights come back up, taking a deep breath and moving back to the corner to await the bell.
Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent, weighing in at 235 pound, from Louisville Kentucky. . . PATRICK JONES!
Axel Reid: Here comes Patrick Jones. He has been very good at times here in VoW pulling out some major wins in his stay here.
“I Won't Back Down” by Burn Halo fills the arena. After a few seconds, Jones bursts onto the stage with a surge of energy. At the top of the ramp, he drops to a knee with a big, over-handed fist pump. Patrick takes a moment to enjoy the cheers around him and collect his thoughts before hopping to his feet. He jogs down the ramp, talking to and high-fiving fans, trying to get them as pumped up and ready to go as he is. Jones goes straight from the ramp and jumps onto the ring apron before ducking through the second and third rope, spinning a full circle as he looks out into the crowd.
DING! DING! DING!
Kincaid and Patrick Jones are eying each other down as the bell rings. Both men tentatively step to the center of the ring as the crowd cheers in anticipation. Both men lock hands and begin a test of strength. Both men are pushing back and forth, but it seems Kincaid has the advantage.
Axel Reid:Kincaid is going to be a ball of fury here tonight Ruby. This guy beats the World Champion. He pins Casnaova in the center of the ring in what was one of VoW's most unexpected moments. Then he went into that PPV challenging for the ZG Title only to lose to Kaite. With the momentum he had no one can understand how he lost; not even Kincaid himself.
Ruby Parvati: He should of squashed that goodie two shoes Katie.
Axel Reid :Well I can't take anything away from Kaite. She has had an amazing journey here in VoW and continues to improve. Beating Kincaid has to be a great feat. I mean he is a vet, and she managed to hold on to her title.
Jones pulls Kincaid over with a headlock takedown. Patrick is on top not tightening the hold. Kincaid stomps is foot and pops himself up to his feet quickly. PJ has that headlock still in though, that is until Kincaid punches him in the kidney forcing him to lose grip. Now Kincaid takes the arm and twists it around, he rakes it up and down once causing PJ to fall to a single knee briefly. PJ drops down and flips over untwisting himself from the hold. Jones pulls Kincaid in for a another lockup, but Kincaid is able to slip in behind with a hammerlock. PJ shakes his head and grunts in pain as Kincaid playfully smacks him in the back of the head. PJ rolls out of the hammerlock now trough ans charges with a closeline, Kincaid ducks, but PJ is already spinning with a heal kick that catches him knocking Kincaid to the mat.
Axel Reid: What a move there by PJ. That was some real wrestling right there.
Ruby Parvati: Kincaid better find a way to win tonight. PJ has surprised us in the past beating big names like Ziu Zhong.
PJ covers quickly.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
KICKOUT!
Kincaid is quick to kickout and gets back to his feet on his own free will. PJ stands there just waiting for him. Jones grabs the back of Kincaid, but he throws and elbow back breaking the hold free. Now Kincaid spins around grabs PJ an throws him with a belly to belly that makes the crowd pop.
Axel Reid: Just like that Kincaid can turn the tables. One big move is all it takes and lord knows he has tons in his arsenal.
Kincaid pulls PJ up now and scoops him up. Kincaid does a few reps with Patrick Jones body before throwing PJ directly backwards over his head. Jones kicks in pain after skidding across the ring.
Ruby Parvati: Kincaid is in control now. Look at him picking PJ apart.
Alysaa smacks the canvas outside the ring and claps cheering on Kicnaid. He tosses her a smirk as he pulls PJ up by the neck. Kincaid once again goes behind PJ and hoists him up with elevation.
Axel Reid: OH! A beautiful backdrop there by Kincaid. Nice elevation!
Ruby Parvati: It could be curtains here for Patrick Jones.
Kincaid covers
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!! 
KICKOUT!
PJ throws the shoulder up.
Ruby Parvati: PJ with a kickout looks like Kincaid has more work to do here tonight Axel.
Axel Reid: PJ is as tough as they come. That was a brutal string of moves, but he won't go down that easy.
Kincaid wastes no time getting PJ back to a vertical base. Kincaid Irish whips Jones; PJ comes back of the ropes and it thrown right into the air for a pop up powerbomb, but PJ soars over the head of Kincaid and lands on his feet.
Ruby Parvati: Wow! PJ found a way out of that one.
PJ comes back off the ropes on the other side with a forearm smash that sends Kincaid staggering. Kincaid falls into the ropes and gets his arms tangled between the ropes. PJ smirks as Kincaid tries to get himself free.
Axel Reid: This is crazy. Kincaid is locked up in the ropes and PJ can just tee off.
PJ hammers a right and a left, and another right, Kincaid shakes his head with each hit. Jones taunts licking the back of his hand. The crowd cheers as he lights up the chest of Kincaid with a chop. He hits it again, and again, and again, and again. . .
Ruby Parvati: Look at that welt. PJ is jut blistering Kincaid.
PJ hits another few rights, but then a boot comes up from Kincaid. PJ staggers back as Kincaid gets free and comes charging. . .
Ruby Parvati: ZONED OUT!
Axel Reid: He caught him! He caught Kincaid while he was charging.
PJ covers quickly. . .
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE!!!!!!!
KICKOUT!!!!!!!!
Ruby Parvati: WHAT! Kincaid kicks out of the Zoned Out! He must really want to redeem himself Axel.
Axel Reid: I am sure he does, but how much does has have left in the tank.
PJ pull a Kincaid up, and is setting him up for the gut-wrench piledriver. Kincaid spins out of it elbowing PJ, then locking up. PJ hits a headlock quick, but Kincaid breaks it up pushing him to the ropes. . . but he still seems like he is on dream street as PJ comes off the ropes with a DDT that plants Kincaid.
Ruby Parvati: Kincaid is barely standing.
Axel Reid: He is running on pure instinct.
PJ pulls up Kincaid and places his head between his legs, he is pulling Kincaid back for a piledriver, but he throws PJ over his back. Pj rolls to his feet hitting the ropes. Kincaid sends him in the air for a pop up powerbomb; once again PJ soars over and lands on his feet. This time Kincaid his the ropes too and as PJ comes off he is nailed with a spinning elbow.
Ruby Parvati: DEVIL TRIGGER!
Axel Reid: Perfectly scouted by Kincaid.
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Ruby Parvati: What a high octane match. Kincaid hit that elbow perfectly and put PJ to sleep.
Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of the match via pin fall ALEX KINCAID!
Axel Reid: A hard fought well deserved win for Kincaid. He took a Zoned Out and managed a come back. What an amazing showing from PJ as well!
Alex slides out of the ring breathing heavily to join his Alyssa and walk up the ramp together as “Passenger” pours out of the speakers. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 15, 2016 23:07:32 GMT -6
Never Lose That Spark
Backstage, Darius Yates is standing by near a flat-screen monitor with the VoW logo animated in a constant loop. He gets the signal from behind the camera and brings up the microphone a bit.
Darius Yates: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Enchanting One...Zahara Matisse!
The camera pans over a bit and cheers go up out in the arena as Zahara comes into view, already dressed and ready for her tag match later in the evening. She turns that bright expression on Darius, who smiles back, but before the man can pose his question she reaches up and taps him lightly on the lips with her index finger.
Zahara Matisse: Just a moment, sunshine! You need a little more color!
Darius looks a little confused, watching Zahara as she tugs on her right glove a little bit and cracks her knuckles before reaching into his jacket. Yates tenses for a moment before she pulls her hand back, holding a white carnation between her fingers. Still smiling (as if she ever stopped), she tucks the stem of the flower into his lapel, nodding happily.
Zahara Matisse: Excellent.
Darius Yates: Um, thanks. It's good to see that you're back to your old self after Nothing Else Matters. I don't mean to bring up bad memories or anything, but let's go back to that night for a moment.
Both turn their attention to the monitor while fans watching at home get the full-screen treatment as highlights and clips are shown from the Xcel Championship match at the recent Nothing Else Matters pay-per-view. The end of the marathon contest between champion Constance Chapin and the Magical Maiden ended with the latter having her first-ever professional loss etched on her record. When the feed returns to the interview area, there's a bit of disappointment in Zahara's eyes that even her smile can't hide.
Ruby Parvati: Ah, I don't think she likes the taste of defeat!
Axel Reid: Does anyone?
Ruby Parvati: You don't understand, Axel! Almost everyone picked her to win and she was so into believing her own hype and now? Now?! She doesn't have that crutch to lean back on!
Axel Reid: You're really terrible sometimes.
Ruby Parvati: Please. Compliments get you nowhere with me.
Nibbling on her lip for a moment, Zahara stares at the screen for a few seconds more as Darius finishes the question he started.
Darius Yates: Has your outlook changed at all now since that match?
Zahara Matisse: Why would it? Because I'm not undefeated anymore? Because I'm not the Xcel Champion?
Darius Yates: Well...yeah.
Knowingly, Zahara turns away from Darius and the monitor, just listening for a moment.
Zahara Matisse: Do you hear that, Darius? Do you hear our awesome fans out there shaking the rafters for us?
As if on cue, the fans do just that and, in a snap, Zahara's back to brightness again, the disappointment gone from her eyes.
Zahara Matisse: Yes, I have a loss on my record now. But as far as they're concerned, I didn't lose. According to them, I have nothing to be ashamed of. And who am I to argue with them? Constance earned that win and she'll tell you that herself. My time will come once again to fight for a championship and you can bet every cent you have that when that time comes, I'll be leaving the ring with gold over my shoulder. But that's the future. Tonight, myself and another of VoW's champions, Katie Moicelle...
The fans erupt again upon hearing the Zero Gravity Champion's name, making Zahara's smile widen (if that's even possible).
Zahara Matisse: ...have a chance to take on two of the Horsewomen of Chaos. For Katie, it's a chance to further cement her right to be champion. For me, it's a chance to turn my fortunes around for the better. And y'know what, Darius?
Darius Yates: What?
She beckons him down and leans up to whisper in his ear, the mic picking up her words easily enough.
Zahara Matisse: It's gonna be the show of a lifetime.
Leaning up a little, her lips get within a hair of the interviewer's cheek before she vanishes in a puff of smoke, leaving him coughing a bit and wondering where she got off to.
Ruby Parvati: Ho-hum.
Axel Reid: I'm glad to see Zahara hasn't lost her spark. As she said, it's her and Katie Moicelle taking on Talon and Katalina Star later tonight in tag team action. And I can't wait.
Ruby Parvati: I can. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 15, 2016 23:22:01 GMT -6
What's Next
Valerie Beasley can be seen walking through the hallway of the arena, as cheers resonate from the audience. She is stopped in mid stride by Darius Yates, walking away from his previous interview, he smiles her way before swiftly stopping, taking advantage of the run in.
Darius Yates: Valerie, I am sorry to bother you but after what happened at Nothing Else Matters, I was just wondering if you could give me a quick word on what may be next for you?
Valerie takes a moment to collect her thoughts while looking around the place.
Valerie Beasley: That is an interesting question. I really don't know what is next for me. I do know that I'm facing off against a whack job later tonight.
Darius Yates immediately realizes that the "whack job", Beasley speaks on is indeed her opponent later on, Beatrice La Fey.
Darius Yates: You had a very hard hitting, hard fought match against Kelsey Spencer at Nothing Else Matters, but tonight you face Beatrice La Fey...How are you going to handle the unorthodox style and character that La Fey brings to the ring?
Valerie Beasley: I am going to do what I always do. I'm going to go out there and give the paying customers what they want to see. Which is me kicking some bitch's ass all over the ring.
Darius Yates: You aren't lacking confidence, are you Ms. Beasley?
Valerie and Yates share a short laugh before her focused expression returns.
Valerie Beasley: When you can hit as hard as I can and do it with precision, then you will have confidence in yourself. That is what I am trying to show these young girls in the audience. No matter how big the fight is, if you believe in yourself then anything is possible. Now if you will excuse me, I have a match to prepare for.
She calmly makes that statement while making her way past Yates who has a smirk on his face himself. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 15, 2016 23:42:37 GMT -6
.PAAK vs Datura The lights dim down low as the opening guitars of “Different Sense” by Dir En Grey begin to play. Those gentle guitars strums are replaced by screams and growls of the Japanese bands lead singer. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance ramp. Moments later, Raiden Himura walks out.
Raiden stands in the light for a moment as the screams and growls continue. As the song switches tone and pace, Raiden steps to the side. A few moments later, .PAAK walks out from the back and into the spotlight; her hooded ring jacket covers her face.
Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Kobe, Japan, weighing 135 pounds, and accompanied to the ring by Raiden Himura... .PAAK!
Ruby Parvati: Did he say 'park'?
Axel Reid: No, he said '.PAAK.' That is this young woman's ring name.
Ruby Parvati: ...doesn't anybody have a normal name anymore?
The lights follow .PAAK as she slowly makes her down the entrance ramp. The lights dim as Raiden walks up the steels steps and holds the ring ropes open to allow .PAAK to step through them. She walks over to where the hard camera is positioned. .PAAK spreads her arms out and posses as Raiden looks on. When she is finished, .PAAK removes her hood. She stares into the hard camera for a few seconds; then she heads to her corner.
Axel Reid: .PAAK is making her VoW debut here tonight, as is her opponent. Both come highly recommended, so the fans are looking forward to a good match between the two. As am I!
As Axel finishes this statement, The arena turns black. On the screen, scenes of post-apocalyptic landscapes haunt the darkness. Over the speakers an eerie synth-pad sets the mood as a deep, raspy voice begins speaking.
“The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides and a dark wind blows.
The government is corrupt and we're on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down and the billboards are all leering and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.”
A chorus of string instruments begins to play a melancholic tune as a pale spotlight rushes to the top of the stage. There, it falls on Datura, dressed in a pair of tight dark jeans and a black hoodie. She stops at the top of the ramp and stares out into the darkness of the crowd.
“It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves, mothers clutching babies, picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards everything washed in a thin orange haze.”
Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing 130 pounds, DATURA!
Elizabeth makes her way down the ramp. The silhouette of hands reaching out to grab her can be seen on the outskirts of the spotlight. Datura ignores them as she makes her way to the steps.
“I said: "kiss me, you're beautiful - these are truly the last days. You grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever."
The strings slow. Datura trudges up the stairs and stands on the apron. She cracks her neck and under the top rope. She makes her way to the corner of the ring and places her hands on each side. She unzips her hoodie, slides it off, and averts her gaze to the sky.
Ruby Parvati: Speaking of nobody having regular names anymore, here's another example! How do you even pronounce that...?!
Axel Reid: A rather enigmatic young lady, is Datura...yet another former competitor at Girl Power Wrestling, where some of our most exciting female contenders also originated from. Datura is said to follow on their footsteps, but she is also said to not be the most balanced person, mentally...
Ruby Parvati: Oh great! Another loony!
Axel pays no attention to this remark from his colleague, focused as he is on the two women in the ring. Although the bell has yet to sound, .PAAK and Datura are already pacing in a circle, giving one another looks as cautious as they are predatory.
Axel Reid: No love lost between these two women, two fierce competitors out to leave their mark here in VoW from the get-go.
Ruby Parvati: That's how it should always be, Axel. There's no place for friendships in wrestling. More people need to understand that – they'll be better off for it, and so will everybody else!
As Ruby relays this opinion, the bell rings, and the two competitors in the ring lock up!
Being quite even in terms of size and weight, it takes a long moment for a winner to emerge from the collar-and-elbow tie-up. This turns out to be .PAAK, who manages to push Datura back a couple of steps. The GPW alum shows remarkable quickness, however, and slips out of the tie-up to plant her opponent with a Regalplex! While she does not bridge the move into a pin, it is still effective in giving her the upper hand against .PAAK – an advantage she promptly explores! When the South Korean returns to her feet, Datura is there to greet her with brutal chops, which drive her back towards the corner ring-post. .PAAK therefore finds herself in dire straits for a moment, as her opponent lights up her chest with strikes!
Axel Reid: Strong start by Datura, having the upper hand in the early moments here...
Just as the announcer says this, however, .PAAK manages to land a kick to Datura's stomach, pushing her away from the post and giving herself some space to breathe! With her opponent doubled over, the Korean does not hesitate more than a moment before landing a huge roundhouse to the side of Datura's head, driving her down to the mat!
Axel Reid: Did you see that?! What impact from .PAAK!
Ruby Parvati: I think Unpronounceable Name #2 is out cold...
That does, indeed, appear to be the case, as Datura displays little reaction when .PAAK brings her up and places her in position for a tiger suplex! The move lands a moment later, sending the barely-conscious Datura down to the mat, hard!
With her opponent firmly under control, .PAAK looks towards her manager at ringside for advice and instructions. The two exchange a few words, but it seems Raiden is happy to let the Korean continue to dictate the way this match will go. .PAAK nods once, curtly, then steps forward to pick up the dazed Datura and apply a front facelock. The half-hatch suplex lands a moment later, and continues to wear down the former GPWers condition.
Axel Reid: .PAAK really has turned this match around in the last minute or two. That roundhouse kick may have signalled the beginning of the end for Datura here!
Indeed, the Korean continues to be firmly in control as she once again picks up the Florida resident and brings her to a standing position. She throws her towards the ropes and connects with a rebound German suplex, sending Datura down yet again!
Axel Reid : It's a suplex frenzy here at the moment!
Not so much as pausing for a breath, .PAAK once again goes to pick Datura up...
...only for the Brit to fight back, with punches to her opponent's stomach!
Ruby Parvati: Seems all that knocking around revived Unpronounceable #2...
Indeed, Datura no longer seems dazed, as she bullrushes the surprised .PAAK back towards the ropes. When she has the Korean leaning right up against them, Datura draws her right arm back and connects with a brutal lariat, sending her opponent over the ropes to the outside!
Axel Reid: Holy smokes! Datura back in this one with a shout!
As .PAAK goes tumbling to the floor, Datura steps through the ropes and down off the apron. Before she can capitalise, however, .PAAK's manager wanders over and attracts her attention. Raiden and the ex-GPW contender exchange words for a long moment, which the Korean gratefully profits from to regain her bearings after her opponent's impactful manoeuvre.
Axel Reid: Raiden Himura coming to the aid of his client right there, throwing Datura off the scent...
Ruby Parvati: Well, that's no more than she pays him to do, Axel. The man is just doing his job!
Axel Reid: And he's done it well, as here comes .PAAK!
Indeed, the Seoul native has managed to clamber to her feet, and promptly throws Datura against the apron. She then hits another rebound German suplex, this time sending Datura against the security barrier, head-first!
Axel Reid: Holy moley! That could have split her head wide open!
With her opponent seemingly out cold yet again, .PAAK wastes no time rolling back into the ring to break the count for herself. She then walks over to where Raiden is standing, and the two exchange words yet again, presumably plotting their strategy going forward. All the while, the referee continues the count for the wrestler on the outside!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Datura begins to stir, sits up slightly, clutches the back of her head.
SEVEN!
The Florida resident pushes herself to her feet, still gingerly feeling the back of her head for any blood.
EIGHT!
Datura staggers towards the apron...
NINE!
...and manages to roll underneath, breaking the count!
Still conversing with .PAAK at ringside, Raiden suddenly spots his client's opponent rolling back into the ring, and urgently points over .PAAK's back, urging her to turn around. The Korean immediately spins on her heels...
...but a moment too late, as she gets decked by yet another lariat from Datura!
Axel Reid: LARIATOOOOOO!
Ruby Parvati: Shut up, Axel. You can't say that unless you're Japanese.
Datura does not even wait for her opponent to hit the mat before she is on top of her, landing stiff punches to .PAAK's face. The Korean grabs the ropes, but Datura shows no intention of stopping, and it takes a stern intervention from the referee to get the unconventional athlete off the top of her opponent.
Even still, Datura is glowering daggers at the official as she gives .PAAK space to recover – and the moment the Korean is halfway recovered, her opponent is back on offence! This time, Datura elects to hit a fisherman buster, throwing .PAAK across! She rolls over to her feet and quickly seeks to continue her offence, but .PAAK manages to evade whatever her opponent had planned! The Korean transplant's elation is short-lived, however, as Datura regroups quickly and plants her opponent with a kitchen sink! The first cover of the match ensues!
ONE!
TWO!
… .PAAK kicks out!
Ruby Parvati: Not that time, but that was impressive from Unpronounceable #2, I'll admit...
Axel Reid: Dah-TUH-ruh. It's not that hard. You try it.
Ruby Parvati: ...are you serious?
As the two announcers banter, in the ring, Datura has lifted .PAAK up – only to plant her again a moment later with an implant reverse DDT! She covers again!
ONE!
TWO!
...NO! Another kickout from the Korean newcomer!
Axel Reid: .PAAK was said to be tough upon signing with VoW, and she is certainly showing it here tonight...
Indeed, the newly-signed athlete refuses to go down, and gets a mild cheer from the crowd for it, despite her lack of anything resembling empathy. As for Datura, she simply prepares to start over. She picks .PAAK up and whips her towards the corner, looking to connect with a running Yakuza kick...
...only for the Korean to reverse it into a top rope leg lariat! The fans cheer for the high-risk manoeuvre as .PAAK crawls over for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
...Datura reaches for the ropes!
Axel Reid: Datura grabbed the ropes that time, but what a great counter from .PAAK, really showing her ring awareness!
Ruby Parvati: Yeah, that wasn't half-bad from Unpronounceable #1...
After her swift counter, .PAAK is back in control. She brings Datura to a vertical position, hooks her arms, and hits a perfect reverse lungblower! She rolls through out of the move and staggers to her feet, as the fans cheer once again! .PAAK remains oblivious, however, as she consults with her manager once again.
Axel Reid: .PAAK seems remarkably dependent on Raiden's advice...
Ruby Parvati: As I said, Axel...that's what she pays him for.
Having received advice from her manager, the Korean once again nods, and steps in towards Datura. The former GPW athlete is just getting to her feet, but quickly finds herself driven back down by a kick to the calf! With her opponent on one knee, .PAAK lands a couple of slaps to each of Datura's cheeks, then rebounds off the opposite set of ropes with a stiff kick to the midsection. Doragon Ryodan connects!
Axel Reid: Datura will be feeling that combination of kicks, and here's another cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE??!?!?!
NO!!!! The referee indicates Datura is grabbing the ropes yet again!
Axel Reid: That was as close as it gets, Ruby! And .PAAK still has the upper hand here!
Indeed she does, and she wastes no time sending her opponent to the ropes. Datura bounces off, and .PAAK looks for a forearm shot...
...only for Datura to dodge and reverse it into a Devil Lock DDT!
Axel Reid: What a counter from Datura! Here's a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE---NO!!! .PAAK survives!
Axel Reid: Still anyone's match here, as .PAAK kicks out!
Ruby Parvati: I have to admit, this is actually an entertaining match. Maybe it's because neither of these girls are doing any of that pandering crap everyone else does. They're all about business. I like that.
After the cover, Datura brings .PAAK to her feet, and prepares to set up her next move...
...but .PAAK lands an elbow shot to her opponent's nose, rocking her, and giving the Japan resident a chance to escape!
Axel Reid: .PAAK breaks free, and she could capitalise here!
Datura, however, recovers quickly and gives chase. .PAAK rebounds off the ropes and goes for a high roundhouse kick, but Datura is alert enough to dodge it, and pop up behind the Korean! Before .PAAK knows what happened, Datura has her in the Moonflower submission! She goes up and over the Korean, bridging the move and putting the pressure on .PAAK's shoulders!
Axel Reid: Another amazing counter by Datura, avoiding the big roundhouse kick and now locking in that submission, looking to wear down her opponent!
Ruby Parvati: Unpronounceable #1 could be in trouble here...that looks like it hurts.
Axel Reid: ...it 'looks like it hurts'?!
Ruby Parvati: Hey – I was never in one! I can't be SURE, Axel! Seriously...!
As Ruby huffs in exasperation, in the ring, .PAAK seeks to break out of the submission predicament. Despite being in a considerable amount of pain – as evidenced by the expression a close-up of her face catches – she nonetheless makes an effort to roll over onto her stomach, loosening Datura's grip. Midway through, however, she abandons her intent, instead sagging back down!
Axel Reid: .PAAK could be about to submit here! It could be best for her, to preserve her physical well-being!
The Korean, however, does not seem ready to quit just yet; instead, unable to roll over onto her stomach, she seeks instead to scoot back on her stomach, attempting to reach the ropes. And while Datura keeps the hold cinched in, .PAAK is just about able to move her lower body so that she may go about fulfilling her objective.. Slowly but surely, she manages to drag herself backwards a little closer...then a little more...
Just as she is about to reach the ropes, however, Datura pulls her back, much to the despair of the crowd. Thinking fast, however, .PAAK shoots her right leg out, and just about manages to place the tip of her boot on the ropes!
Axel Reid: .PAAK has reached the ropes!!! She has managed to evade Datura's submission attempt?
Ruby Parvati: ...has she really?
Indeed, while .PAAK decidedly has her foot on the ropes – and the referee gestures to signal just that – Datura keeps the hold locked in just as tight as before! The referee admonishes her, to no avail, and has no option but to start the standard five-count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Ruby Parvati: What is that girl doing? She needs to break up that move now!
Axel Reid: I think she's snapped, Ruby!
Indeed, when, a moment later, the referee reaches the count of 'FIVE!', Datura still has not let go of the hold. The official therefore has no option but to call for the bell, ending the match in .PAAK's favour!
Ruby Parvati: Wait, what just happened? Was that the bell?
Axel Reid: Well, yeah, Ruby...Datura did not break up her submission after the five-count, so the referee disqualified her! .PAAK wins!
And indeed, just as Reid gets done explaining this, Jerry Heisenberg confirms it:
Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as the result of a disqualification... .PAAK!
Despite her win, the Korean looks worse for wear as she has her hand raised. Across from her, Datura does not seem too bothered by her defeat – in fact, a slight smirk broaches her lips as she makes her way to the back.
Axel Reid: .PAAK defeats Datura on their respective debuts here at VoW, but the question is...who is really worse off walking out of this match?
Ruby Parvati: I have to say, I am impressed. You made it sound like DotDotDot was just another crazy, but the girl knows exactly what she's doing. I think I like her!
Axel Reid: And ladies and gentlemen, this is by no means the end of the excitement here tonight! Still plenty of matches to come, as Breakthrough rolls on!
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 15, 2016 23:54:24 GMT -6
The Difference Between Us and Them
The arena darkens considerably, the only light remaining coming from the big screen over the stage. Images of a setting sun, massive and red, casting shadows across a barren landscape with four mounted figures riding dead-center. The scene shifts to the side, showing the figures, shadowed by the dim light, charging past other figures that are noisily cut down, past buildings that catch afire in their path while screams, crackling flames and laughter echo in the background. “Unchain Utopia” by EPICA starts to play as the sights and sounds reach a crescendo, with four spotlights shining down on the stage, each one illuminating a single figure. In the center stands Emma Carlisle with her hood and half-skull mask, Joanna Thade to her right with Hephty, Katalina Star to Emma's left with Katie Klein behind her and Talon to Thade’s right followed by Sentinel. Thunder rumbles over the music as the four soak in the virulent reaction to their presence.
Axel Reid: The Horsewomen of Chaos are out in force tonight. It’s a little odd not seeing Candi with them, however.
Ruby Parvati: No stranger than seeing Candi with them if you ask me. As we saw recently, Katalina decided to give Katie a chance to second her tonight.
Axel Reid: I’m more curious as to the silence from Talon in regards to tonight’s match...and that of Katie Moicelle for that matter.
Ruby Parvati: The Zero Gravity Champion probably got wrapped up in making wedding plans.
The spotlights unerringly follow the four down to the ring while the video plays on a rotation with clips of each Horsewoman’s in-ring exploits mingled in for good measure. Sentinel and Katie Klein follow close by, with the former ascending to the apron to hold the ropes for the Horsewomen as well as Klein. The four come to stand in the middle of the ring as their seconds remain without, Joanna, Katalina and Talon standing just behind Emma who’s front and center. They raise their arms as one, bringing the lights back up with a rumble of thunder sounding over top of "Unchain Utopia" before the theme fades out. Not just Emma, but all four of the Horsewomen bear microphones. Joanna moves to lounge in one of the corners while Emma stays where she is, head slightly lowered. Talon is the first to speak, bringing the microphone up to crimson lips.
Talon: Cowards…
Katalina Star: Scavengers…
Joanna Thade: Liars…
Talon: The weak…
Katalina Star: The depraved…
Joanna Thade: The desperate…
The three speak in the manner of a mantra or a chant, their voices quiet and controlled while brimming with a certain forcefulness. They look to Emma after finishing, Death lifting her head and staring straight ahead, into the camera, with cold blue eyes.
Emma Carlisle: ...the first to fall.
There’s a mixed reaction from the fans in Flint, some cheering and some booing, halved near perfectly.
Axel Reid: Is it me or are people starting to take to these four, Ruby?
Ruby Parvati: They’re talking sense. Sometimes it takes harsh truths thrown right in a person’s face for them to get it. That’s what these four do.
Axel Reid: And what truth are they offering?
Ruby Parvati: Just listen.
Snapping her fingers sharply, Emma lowers herself into a cross-legged position on the mat as a hooded figure slips from within the crowd, slinking over the barrier and placing a familiar book on the mat. They push it forward and Emma draws the tome closer, placing it in her lap. She drums her fingers atop it, one hand still clutching the mic.
Emma Carlisle: Your heroes are dying, children. One by one their lust for blood and gold, vengeance and glory, brings low their honor and morals. They become little more than casualties of the fallacies that dog all creatures from the cradle to the grave. These revered towers of light and justice, whom some of you no doubt hoped would be the wall against our revolution…
She pauses for a moment, lowering the microphone as a thin smile plays about her black lips.
Emma Carlisle: ...sold their souls to forces darker than even we. They lie to your faces in this ring, on social media, via televisions and computer screens. Yet you still react in hurtful, tear-stained shock when it comes to a head. To which we ask...why?
Joanna Thade: Because we see the world as it is...we're the crazy ones?
Death’s head lowers as Talon steps forward again, red lips twisted into a grimace, green eyes alight with the fury from which she takes her moniker amongst her sisters.
Talon: Power without control breeds destruction without meaning. Many a twisted soul in this place have forgotten such lessons. Those in their way are deemed victims for right or wrong. Those possessing what they covet are marked for suffering even when bloodless methods might serve. Twisting minds and tainting souls simply because they can. And to what end? Would you…
Fury points sharply at the audience.
Talon: ...place your loyalty behind those who would see all that lays before them scoured in the name of greed? Or would you see an end to their kind?
The fans come around a little more, but it’s hard to tell where the negativity ends and the positivity begins...and vice versa.
Ruby Parvati: See, Axel?
Axel Reid: I guess they make a good point, but…
Ruby Parvati: There is no ‘but’. There’s light and darkness, good and evil, right and wrong. These four know the difference. They want us to know, too.
Axel Reid: They’re dangerous sociopaths, Ruby!
Strife steps forward now, her hand going to her partner’s shoulder.
Katalina Star: Control, my dears.
She flashes that smile that both intimidates and draws reverence from those around her.
Katalina Star: Long-term satisfaction will always trump short-term pleasure. The well-trained hand only applies as much force as is necessary, while the disciplined mind sees what the impatient mind misses. A simple touch can cause more damage than a full-force strike while a few simple words can bring down an empire faster than an army of thousands.
The way the woman holds and caresses the microphone in her hands is unnerving, yet draws attention as well, even if it is not as much as her words do.
Katalina Star: Do you understand? Do you see, now, the weaknesses of those you once cheered and held in high regard? And by association, do you see the truth behind those you still revile?
During the words of her sisters, Emma had picked up the Book of the End, wrapping her arms around it and resting her chin upon the leather cover. Talon and Katalina step back, standing side by side as Emma’s head turns, not to look but just to move in that direction, toward the Horsewoman War. Rising to her feet fluidly, Emma tucks the book under one arm and lifts her microphone again.
Emma Carlisle: You’ll come around in due time, either because you’ve run out of options or simply because you see the truth behind our words and actions. We are the exception to the rule, and we shall not lead you astray.
Joanna Thade: Not to be the sour note in your perfect pitch, my sisters, but our ride is not what it once was.
Joanna plants her feet firmly on the mat as she stands up from her laid back position across the turnbuckle. Walking forward, she locks eyes with each of her fellow Horsewomen before shaking her head.
Joanna Thade: No, and we aren’t ourselves anymore. Death walks with a shiver down her spine, Fury’s claws hesitate to obey her mind, Strife deals with a conflict internal, and I…
She scowls as she visibly shakes before spitting out her words.
Joanna Thade: ...War fled the battlefield. No, we are nothing to be feared. Not as we were mere weeks ago. A fortnight hasn’t passed and already cracks form, and yet we still speak as though nothing has changed. But everything has changed. Fear not, though, sisters. As for you sheep, hold your tongues and listen as the enlightened spread platitudes rather than chant for false idols and idioms.
The volume and bite in War’s voice only fuels the crowd in their split reactions. Battling each other the crowd shares both positive and negative reactions to Joanna’s words. However, instead of giving into the banter the Red Rider merely chuckles into her microphone. The disturbing sound slowly kills the chorus of chats as Joanna crumples to the mat and her controlled laughter devolves into crazed, manic sounds.
Joanna Thade: You see? Even the sheep can’t figure it out, and it’s my fault you see. Listen...listen to the meat sacks and understand we are lost. Oh, how lost we are. Not even Alice could find us in our Wonderland. But I have the solution. I know the issue, it’s so simple, it’s so fun.
Kneeling on the canvas, War looks back at the other women whom all seem to be struggling with following what the Mistress of the Asylum was insinuating. With a quick flick of her neck back to the camera, Joanna rolls backward onto her feet and stumbles to the back ropes.
Joanna Thade: My removal had ripples I didn’t expect and as the Rider that startled the horses it’s time I got our little revolution back on track. Time for the people to get the language and not the champ they want. I’ve paid VoW it’s penance for letting the bibliophile understand just how wrong she was, but I still need to accept responsibility for what I did to you, my sisters. So I’m not asking...I’m demanding you take your pound of flesh after proving just how right I am this week.
War’s voice is void of all the joy and manic glee that she was known to drown each of her speeches in. Her eyes take turns locking and staring down her fellow Horsewomen, none giving an inch but the understanding was there. War had their attention as well as the whole arena’s.
Joanna Thade: Fury and Strife, I owe you both more for carrying the mantle Death and I left lying, but the detour I forced us to take will be righted, I promise you that. And my blood, sweat, and bruises will prove my loyalty. Goldie, you and I both know how things must be settled for an offense as grave as I claim. So this, ladies, is where I draw my line. Either face me as the unit my actions sought to unravel, or be like the sheep we claim we seek to change, and sweep my transgressions under the rug.
Joanna pauses to let her words sink in as the crowd starts to chant “She is Crazy” in a slow crescendo that is halted as Joanna adds to her haunting statement.
Joanna Thade: War was brought to your convictions, your loyalty, your ability to manage a pinfall. I offer myself as penance for what I did, but make no mistake my sisters: War awaits you. This is as much a cleansing as it is a penance. Trial by fire? No, trial by combat, and I was made to thrive in it.
The fans don’t know what to make of the speech from the most volatile of the Horsewomen, and for that matter the other three seem a bit on the surprised side. Emma, however, is the first to step forward after placing the book in Talon’s hands...one hand on her partner’s shoulder, the other holding up the microphone.
Emma Carlisle: We accept.
Death casts a glance back toward Fury and Strife who nod in similar acceptance. Meanwhile she turns her attention back to War, staring into her eyes but speaking to the crowd.
Emma Carlisle: When errors are made in action or judgment, do you foist off responsibility, obfuscating your part in the damaging acts...or do you steel yourself to accept the ramifications head-on? I have an inkling that most of those to whom we referred earlier on would choose the latter. We are not of that mindset, as you can see by War’s words and actions here. You, my dear…
She cups Joanna’s chin, staring hard at her.
Emma Carlisle: ...will get your battle at Breakthrough 44. Hopes will rise and be dashed as our lot comes back stronger than ever in the wake of this clash. But for now, our sisters have business to attend to.
Axel Reid: That’s right. Talon and Katalina are set for tag team action up next.
Ruby Parvati: So...why are the other two coming to the table?
Axel Reid: ...what?
Emma and Joanna are indeed heading for the announce table, each one moving to a side of it, both of them staring down at Ruby and Axel.
Joanna Thade: We’ll be taking over for this fun little contest. You two take a break. Get a hot dog. Whatever. Just make way.
Axel Reid: Wait, can you even do tha-
Turning in Emma’s direction, Axel was cut off by her stare mid-sentence.
Emma Carlisle: Now.
Ruby Parvati: Well, I’m not gonna turn down a break, Axel. I don’t think you should either.
Getting up and walking away from the table, leaving her headset for Joanna, Ruby walks away as Axel, far more nervously, does the same for Emma. Death and War take a seat at the table, headsets on and ready.
Emma Carlisle: Now, then...I think it’s time for an example of dominance from our sisters. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 15, 2016 23:58:22 GMT -6
Zahara Matisse and Katie Moicelle vs Talon and Katalina Star (The Horsewomen of Chaos) Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is a tag team match set for one fall! Already in the ring, representing the Horsewomen of Chaos...Talon and Katalina Star!
Fury and Strife stand in one corner of the ring, Sentinel and Katie Klein on the apron behind their respective charges. The former is speaking quietly to a nodding Talon while Katie is staring daggers over Kat's shoulders toward the stage while the more-relaxed Katalina merely leans against the ropes contently, awaiting their opponents.
Joanna Thade: I'm sure you those of you watching have noticed Katie Klein seems to have finally talked Katalina into leaving Candicane at home. Such a funny little creature.
Emma Carlisle: More like a child not getting enough attention for her tastes. Say what you will about Candi, but she's loyal and knows her place.
Joanna Thade: We'll just hope that Strife doesn't regret this decision. But she could have picked worse.
"Unchain Utopia" had started again prior to Jerry's announcement, but now it fades out. After a short pause, Crush 40's "Never Turn Back" starts to play, prompting a loud cheer from the packed arena. With much gusto, Katie Moicelle pops out from behind the curtain with a genuine smile on her face, beaming with confidence.
Jerry Heisenberg: And introducing their opponents!
Katie comes to the top of the stage, the Zero Gravity Championship around her waist gleaming under the spotlights. She looks down and around for a moment, then takes a big step to the right. In a burst of purple smoke, Zahara Matisse simply appears, just where Katie had been standing. She takes her bow at the top of the stage then joins Katie on their way to the ring, all smiles.
Jerry Heisenberg: Competing tonight at a combined weight of 260 pounds, the team of Zahara Matisse and the VoW Zero Gravity Champion, Katie Moicelle!
Joanna Thade: The ever sugary sweet Grin Twins...these two are cavity-inducing at best, and rainbow-gagging at worse.
Emma Carlisle: Perhaps, but they are no less effective as a result. How many months did little Zahara go undefeated?
Joanna Thade: Five, wasn't it?
Emma Carlisle: She is not to be underestimated, unnerving as she is. That goes for little Katie as well.
Joanna Thade: I don't trust anyone that positive as far as I can throw them. They simply don't have a grasp of the cold truth of the world. However, I wouldn't mind taking a shot at seeing just how far I could throw them, now that I think of it.
Emma Carlisle: Another time. This fight is between them and our sisters.
On their way to the ring, Katie and Zahara are tossing packs of the new VoW Trading Cards to the fans. The champion came out with a handful and Zahara, as is appropriate, seems to be pulling them from her hat. The fun stops as they reach the ring, though, with Katie sliding in under the bottom rope and Zahara ascending to the apron and stepping through the strands. The moment they lay eyes on the Horsewomen, their game faces go on.
Joanna Thade: Do they really know what they're getting into, or is this what you call putting on a brave face?
Emma Carlisle: I get the feeling that you don't like them.
Joanna Thade: I don't really like anyone.
Emma Carlisle: At least you're honest about it.
The two women converse briefly in their corner before the bell rings, with Katie stepping out onto the apron, grabbing the tag rope and cheering Zahara on while Katalina ducks out onto the apron to allow Talon to start for her side. Sentinel and Katie drop to the floor as well whilst the referee calls for the bell...
*DING! DING! DING!*
...to get the match underway. Talon and Zahara lock up and immediately the Horsewoman's superior strength puts Zahara on the defensive. They never move from the center of the ring but Talon forces Zahara down to a knee, trying to grind her down to the mat. The cheers of the fans get Zahara a bit more pumped up, having her rising back up to two feet before she breaks away and gets behind Talon. She heaves the larger woman up and down to the mat, floating around to put on a front facelock. The moment she goes for the arm, attempting early to lock on the Spellbound, Talon extricates herself quickly and rolls away to create some distance.
Emma Carlisle: Clever, but not fast enough.
Talon is back on her feet quickly and charges, with Zahara ducking her extended arm. Turning as she rises, Zahara lands a pair of kicks to the back of Talon's right leg to which Fury responds with a stiff forearm. Rocked, Zahara is soon doubled over by a kick to the ribs from Talon, who sends her into the ropes. A spinning kick goes over Zahara's head as the magician picks up speed, hitting the ropes again and coming back with a leaping clothesline. Talon staggers but doesn't fall down. A running dropkick knocks her into the ropes, yet she retorts with a quick STO the puts Zahara flat on her back!
Joanna Thade: Just like that. Fury snapped her good there.
ONE...
Emma Carlisle: Not enough to keep her down.
Pressing the advantage, Talon pulls Zahara up by the hair and tags in Katalina. Immediately going for her opponent, Katalina grabs Zahara by the hair and yanks her down to the mat hard, dropping a leg across her upper chest afterward.
Emma Carlisle: My, my...no give in our Strife, is there?
Joanna Thade: You can't give these kids an inch or they'll take a mile.
Emma Carlisle: Are you implying that Katalina is old?
Joanna Thade: Not where she can hear me do it, no.
Kat relentlessly bounces the back of Zahara's head off the mat once, then twice, keeping a grip on her hair in the process before floating into a pinning position.
ONE...
TWO...
Zahara throws the shoulder up, then throws off Kat's grip when the dominatrix pulls her to her feet. The magician lands a series of kicks to the backs of Star's legs, then to her ribs before finishing with a hook kick that knocks Katalina to a knee with the finishing strike to the Shimmerstep. Taking the opening, Zahara dives for her team's corner and tags in Katie to a loud ovation.
Joanna Thade: Yay. More screaming from the masses. What do they see in her anyway?
Emma Carlisle: They identify with the underdogs, War. You know this.
Joanna Thade: So why wouldn't they root for me?
Emma Carlisle: Because you scare them.
Joanna Thade: Flattery will get you everywhere.
Katie pounces before Katalina can regain her senses, nailing a spinning forearm strike that knocks Katalina into the turnbuckles. Stepping in, the Zero Gravity Champion lights up Strife of the Horsewomen with a series of five chops, leaving her clutching her chest when she staggers out of the corner. Backing up onto the second rope, Katie waits for her to turn before leaping off with an on-target missile dropkick. She pounces onto Katalina for a pin attempt.
ONE...
TWO...
Emma Carlisle: Katalina has more fight in her than that.
Joanna Thade: I should hope so. Still needs to tag out, though.
Emma Carlisle: You're just hoping Talon will lose her temper.
Joanna Thade: Guilty.
And Katalina does make the tag, but only because she went the road of raking manicured nails across Katie's eyes. Grabbing the champion by the arm, Katalina whips her into Talon, who seizes and lifts Moicelle for a ring-shaking uranage that seems to drive the air from Katie's lungs. Zahara is shouting support from her team's side of the ring, but Katie is relatively still when Talon moves in for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
The magician was halfway between the ropes before Katie kicked out, looking relieved as she grabs the tag rope again and gets the fans to clapping, trying to will Katie back into the match. Pulling herself up via the ropes, Katie doesn't see Talon winding up across the ring, measuring her like a huntress in the bushes.
Joanna Thade: Sanguine Cross coming up. That'll knock the smile off anyone's face.
Talon charges and Katie suddenly drops, pulling down the top rope to low bridge Talon right out of the ring, the redhead rolling on the mat near the ramp! Sentinel stares coldly from the Horsewomen's corner while Katie seethes. Both Katalina and Zahara watch intently as Katie, finding a second wind, does some measuring of her own. One bounce off the ropes later, Katie charges toward the far side and soars over the top rope with a flipping dive! The crowd roars its approval as she lands upon Talon, sending both crashing hard to the floor.
Emma Carlisle: Dangerous move. That landing wasn't the best from this angle.
Joanna Thade: Looks like Talon's head hit the barricade and Katie hit the floor a bit hard. Maybe it'll knock some sense into them.
The referee's not counting, but instead outside the ring checking on the two women. Once he has to wave Zahara back as the magician shows concern for her partner, who along with Talon hasn't moved much since the impact. Both are awake and cognizant from what the fans can see, but they either knocked heads or hit them against something else. One of the VoW trainers comes down to check on the pair, and likewise Sentinel and Zahara make their way over. To Katalina Star, however, it's merely an opportunity. She clobbers Zahara from behind and, with a grip on her hair and gear, she slings the magician midsection-first into the ring apron.
Emma Carlisle: Someone remembered a match was still going on.
Joanna Thade: Someone not named Zahara Matisse.
Emma Carlisle: From the looks of things, I'd say a certain rumor was greatly exaggerated.
Joanna Thade: Or not. For all we know, the good girl likes it rough.
Emma Carlisle: ...could have done without that mental image, thanks.
Joanna Thade: Anytime.
Smartly focusing on areas damaged by Constance Chapin at Nothing Else Matters, Katalina drives a few shoulders into the small of Zahara's back before rolling her into the ring and following after. Sending Zahara into the ropes, Katalina drives a knee into her stomach before spiking her into the mat with a DDT. Star makes the cover, but has to scream at the referee, still outside the ring, to get a count. The official slides in under the bottom rope and makes the count...
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TWO...
KICKOUT!
Joanna Thade: That moron! He was way out of position! Do I need to teach another lesson?!
Emma Carlisle: You'll stay in your seat or else.
Joanna Thade: Or else what?!
Emma Carlisle: Or else they'll have to change this show's rating to NC-17.
Joanna Thade: You can't threaten me with a good time...
Katalina is no more pleased than her sisters at the announce table. She pulls Zahara up by the hair but the magician shoves her back, sending Katalina into the ropes. A facebreaker knee smash, followed by the Trap Chamber, leaves the dominatrix face-down on the mat right next to Zahara. As Talon and Katie are led backstage on the outside, the fans are trying to pump up the two women inside, most of their attention directed at Zahara. It still takes until the count of four before either woman is stirring, with Zahara being the first to pull herself up much to the chagrin of Katie Klein on the outside. Katalina follows closely behind though, charging Matisse but getting elevated over the top rope. She lands on the apron and fires off a forearm that Zahara ducks before retorting with one of her own. Katalina grips the top rope to keep from getting sent to the floor but a running dropkick sends her down anyway!
Emma Carlisle: Tenacious little smiler, isn't she?
Joanna Thade: Nothing to worry about. Katie's doing her job.
The job at that moment was checking on Katalina, though Klein has to move quickly when Zahara drops down to the floor to bring Katalina back in. She yells something most unladylike at Zahara, who surprisingly glares back at Katalina's second before rolling her into the ring. Back between the ropes, Zahara lands a cartwheel leg drop on Star and goes for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
TH-KICKOUT!
Holding up three fingers only to be shown two in response, Zahara shakes her head with a small smile, moving to pull Katalina back up. Hooking Star in, Zahara goes for a suplex but the crafty veteran blocks the first attempt and the second, with the third finding her shifting her weight and landing behind Zahara, whereupon Strife quickly clamps on a sleeperhold. From all appearances, it looks as if she's whispering something into Zahara's ear as she wrenches tight, dragging the magician around to keep herself from being rammed into the corner back-first.
Joanna Thade: Certainly slowed her down with that. I think the little spellcaster is going to dreamland.
Emma Carlisle: Strife is wrenching on her pretty tight. But what exactly is she saying?
Joanna Thade: You sure you want to know?
Emma Carlisle: Forget I asked!
Zahara had been flailing about, trying to find a way out of Katalina's grip, but now she was starting to fade. In desperation, she grabs hold of Star's head and drops to a sitting position. The jawbreaker-like move shakes her free of Katalina's grip but the reeling Horsewoman isn't pleased. She lands a few hard kicks to the seated magician's back, making her arch up in pain. Dragged up to her feet, Zahara leaps up, driving a knee into Katalina's chin that stuns the Horsewoman sharply. Stepping in and hooking the leg, Zahara heaves Star up and over with a release Northern Lights suplex! Glancing to the nearby turnbuckles, Zahara points at them and the crowd roars its approval. With her smile back in place, Zahara bounds to the top and measures a slowly-rising Kat, checked on by the official, when Katie Klein hops up on the apron and shoves the Magical Maiden off!
Emma Carlisle: Hmmm...
At the very least Zahara lands on her feet, but it isn't a good landing. She immediately stumbles and drops to a knee, seeming to have tweaked the same leg that took damage at the pay-per-view. Luckily for Katalina the referee didn't see the infraction but she, however, did. She looks shocked at the actions of her one-time partner, looking between her and Zahara before her expression hardens. Grabbing the damaged leg of Zahara, Katalina quickly traps her in the Sweet Release!
Joanna Thade: And kneebar makes two. I think Zahara's starting a new streak.
Emma Carlisle: Unlikely. Look.
Without question, the Enchanting One is in a world of pain. The smug look of satisfaction on Katie Klein's face can't be helping, either. Still, the magician scratches and claws, managing to throw an arm out and grab the nearby bottom rope. Star, irritated, holds on until four before releasing the hold. Dragging Zahara back out to the middle of the ring, she snatches up the leg and looks for a second application but Zahara kicks her away, scrambling for the ropes.
Joanna Thade: Lucky break. But our sister is tenacious. It's only a matter of time.
Vertical, but fighting on one leg, Zahara is met with a barrage of forearms and knees from Katalina before she is able to find her ticket out, reversing an Irish whip and yanking Katalina in close, trapping an arm beneath her leg and falling back sharply!
Emma Carlisle: ...her determination is infuriating and endearing at the same time.
Joanna Thade: Oh, come on!
Seeing Stars connects flush and Zahara rolls into the lateral press, just able to hook one of Star's legs.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
*DING! DING! DING!*
"Lucky Star" starts to play as Zahara quickly exits the ring, still favoring her hurt leg as the referee moves to the outside to raise her arm. Katie Klein is still glaring daggers at the Magical Maiden as she rolls in slowly to check on Katalina.
Jerry Heisenberg: Your winner...ZAHARA MATISSE!
Zahara meets Katalina's gaze as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, standing unsteadily. Neither shows much in the way of an expression, save for Zahara nodding slightly and turning to limp her way up the ramp. Katalina, meanwhile, gets to her feet slowly without the offered assistance of Klein.
Emma Carlisle: Well...seen all I needed to see. Let's go.
Joanna Thade: Guess you two can have your chairs back now. You're welcome.
Death and War depart the table as Ruby and Axel retake their spots and their headsets.
Ruby Parvati: We should get breaks like that every show, don't you think?
Axel Reid: I'd rather do my job, thank you. All the same, Zahara Matisse returns to her winning ways tonight, though I'm concerned with the conditions of both Talon and Katie Moicelle.
Ruby Parvati: Meh, I'm sure they're fine. Have you tried these hot dogs?
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 15, 2016 23:59:46 GMT -6
A Japanese RPG Story
We cut to a dark, empty room. Nobody is in sight; we see absolutely nothing. Then, a clear voice registers from beyond the camera lens.
Voice: Greetings.
Seconds later, a Chinese man walks into the scene. His hands are wrapped around the handle of a black cane.
Man: I sincerely hope you all are doing well. Now, it just occured to me that I never told you all my name. I spent so much time focusing on .PAAK, that I fought to speak about myself―although, that’s how it should be.
He walks over to a nearby wall. He spins a bit and places his back alongside the wall.
Man: So, allow me to formally introduce myself to you all. My name is Raiden Himura.
He lets out a wicked smirk and nods his head.
Raiden Himura: And, as if you couldn’t already tell, I represent .PAAK.
He holds up his right index finger.
Raiden Himura: But, that’s enough about me. Let’s talk about what you all witnessed a little bit ago―.PAAK versus Datura. My my, I told you all it would be something special. Some of you all probably thought it was a bold prediction; however, it really wasn’t. I’ve seen my client bring stardom to horrid athletes. So, if you put her in the ring with a high caliber wrestler like Datura...well, the only outcome is greatness. In fact, I feel for the two ladies in the main event.
He nods once again.
Raiden Himura: Oh yes, I’m certain Ms. Spencer and Elskerinne will put on a good little wrestling match; unfortunately, it will inevitably be far short of what .PAAK and Datura produced out there. Although, I may be just a wee bit biased.
He lets out a hearty chuckle, one that persists for a few moments. After awhile, he composes himself.
Raiden Himura: Now, besides to hear myself talk, you all are probably wondering why I’m here. The answer to that question is very simple―I’m on a grand quest.
A smile comes to his face.
Raiden Himura: I’m on a quest to produce more matches like what you all observed tonight; I’m on a quest to find the perfect opponent for my dear .PAAK. You see, Fate of Gods II is swiftly approaching. It is this company’s most luscious and lucrative event―it is truly the grandest stage of them all. And I plan to make that event even more luscious and lucrative by adding my client to the mix. I guess that begs the question―who will she face at the big event? Hmm...
Raiden pushes himself off of the wall. He walks around just a little bit before he stops.
Raiden Himura: I’ve been reviewing tape and footage from every VoW wrestler. And after hours and hours of it all, I think I’ve found the right opponent. This opponent should be a challenge for my client, since they both have similar fighting upbrings and styles. If I’m correct (and I often am), said opponent will invoke something in .PAAK. If you thought you saw a show tonight, please stay glued to your seat―you haven’t seen anything just yet.
He smiles.
Raiden Himura: But WHO is it? That’s the question on your mind, yes?
He pauses as if he is about to answer. But, at the last moment, he simply shakes his head.
Raiden Himura: Patience is the ultimate virtue. Therefore, I urge you all to keep your eyes peeled in the upcoming weeks.
He nods his head in affirmation before he consults something on his person.
Raiden Himura: Well, it would appear that my time here is up. I must depart to check on .PAAK, and to handle other business matters. Therefore, I bid you all adieu―and please enjoy the rest of the show.
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 16, 2016 0:03:30 GMT -6
Saint City Limits The show returns from a break, as the arena cameras catch shots of Rebecca Saint standing in the ring, dressed in a hooded white robe. By her side is her new underling -- her “child” -- Mimi Mai Saint; although not related to her by blood, Mimi has since taken the Saint name after pledging her allegiance to Rebecca, and vowing to join her in the fabled Saint City.
Fans in attendance are silent, for the most part. Some boos are audible, however, a vast majority of the audience seems perplexed by the sight before them; Rebecca Saint has always been flamboyant, and this new wardrobe is divergent, to say the least. Mimi kneels before her, handing her a microphone as she removes her hood, flashing a toothy grin.
Rebecca Saint: Rejoice, my children! For I have come here to save you.
Mimi applauds her leader’s comments as fans voice their disdain. Unphased by their opinions, Rebecca carries on.
Rebecca Saint: Tonight, you are all invited to be a part of history. What you see before you is the beginning of what promises to be a new society; a society that is better than the one you’re all relegated to. My society.
The comments made by Rebecca Saint leave fans scratching their heads. The way she's speaking almost makes it sound like she's attempting to start her own cult.
Axel Reid: What is she talking about? A new society?
Ruby Parvati: I don't care what it is, sign me up! I'd follow Rebecca Saint anywhere.
Rebecca turns her attention to her new apprentice, stroking her hair gently; just as a mother would stroke her child’s hair to comfort them.
Rebecca Saint: Mimi… My dear, sweet Mimi. You know that I love you, right? That I will always be there for you?
Seemingly almost on the verge of tears, Mimi nods her head and hangs it in sorrow as Rebecca leans in, planting a long, drawn-out kiss on her forehead. Fans jeer at the sight, not buying this charade for one second.
Rebecca Saint: It's okay, my child. There will be no more pain for you in Saint City.
She turns her attention to the crowd.
Rebecca Saint: I invite all of you, here in Michigan, to join us in Saint City; a wondrous place where no-one will ever harm you again! In Saint City, you will be free from sickness! Free from conflict! Saint City will be the answer--
She is cut off mid-sentence by the opening riff of “Because I’m Awesome” by The Dollyrots. Fans jump to their feet and crane their necks to the entrance ramp, where Kelsey Spencer hobbles out with a microphone in her hand. Clearly still feeling the pain from her match against Valerie Beasley at Nothing Else Matters, she takes it easy approaching the ring, not wanting to aggravate the injury right before her main event match later this evening.
Ruby Parvati: How rude! Cutting off Miss Saint like that… Doesn't she have any manners?!
Axel Reid: I'm glad Kelsey’s out here. I don't know how much more of that dribble I could've listened to.
Standing outside the ring, Kelsey locks eyes with Rebecca, who simply smiles back at her. Kelsey raises the microphone to her mouth as she begins climbing the stairs.
Kelsey Spencer: I’ve heard just about enough of this… “Children”? “Saint City”? I think it's finally happened -- you've finally lost it.
She stands on the ring apron, leaning on the ropes while the fans pop, causing Rebecca’s smile to fade. Kelsey soon climbs in between the ropes, standing face-to-face with Saint.
Kelsey Spencer: Look, I'm not out here trying to insult you… I mean, we are friends, after all. And as your friend, I think it's my responsibility to try and, y'know… Pull you back down to Earth.
Rebecca shakes her head, raising her mic.
Rebecca Saint: I'm sensing a lot of hostility from you, my child. Let's just take a deep breath and relax.
Rebecca coaches Kelsey through a log inhale-exhale technique, and she goes along with it.
Rebecca Saint: See, isn't that better? Cooler heads prevail, my child.
Kelsey Spencer: Okay, look here… I'm fine with being your apprentice or what ever, but I'm NOT your child!
Gritting her teeth, Rebecca turns away for a moment, clearly frustrated that she no longer has complete mental control over Kelsey.
Rebecca Saint: Do you know why I summoned you here tonight?
Kelsey shakes her head.
Rebecca Saint: Because we need to fix you, my chi-- erm, Kelsey. You've been corrupted by the filth that surrounds you…
Kelsey Spencer: Filth..?
After a pause for a beat, Kelsey realises that Rebecca is referring to Zahara Matisse. Suddenly, her whole demeanour changes, and she gets in her former mentor’s face.
Kelsey Spencer: Don't you dare talk about my friend that way!
The crowd pops -- this is the moment they've been waiting for! The moment where Kelsey has finally had enough of Rebecca’s constant abuse and mind games and explodes into a fury.
Or, so they thought. Kelsey doesn't physically lash out and manages to calm herself quickly, with the audience letting out a collective sigh of disappointment.
Rebecca Saint: I want you to do something for me, Kelsey. After everything I've done for you, I think it's fair to ask one little favour, don't you?
Kelsey glances at Rebecca through her peripherals, hesitant to trust her.
Rebecca Saint: I want you to join us in Saint City. Leave this decaying society, and join the winning side. Don't let your career become a joke, like the Flint Firebirds.
Pause for cheap heat.
Rebecca Saint: I've always been there for you, Kelsey. And if you come with us to Saint City, I promise you: I always will be.
The main camera catches a close-up of Kelsey’s face, as she seems to be wrestling with her conscience, struggling to decide what the right decision is.
Axel Reid: Is Kelsey going to remain under Rebecca Saint? Or will she branch out on her own?
Ruby Parvati: If she's smart, she’ll stay with Miss Saint! There's nothing for her out there!
After a few moments of contemplating, Kelsey shakes her head to the delight of the fans.
Kelsey Spencer: I'm sorry, but I can't do this… I dunno what happened, but you're not the same person who brought me into VoW. You've changed, and this whole Saint City thing is way too weird for me…
She turns her back to leave, but not before delivering one last line.
Kelsey Spencer: Goodbye, Becky.
The colour in Rebecca’s face drains upon hearing Kelsey refer to her as something other than Miss Saint -- she's lost all control she had over Kelsey Spencer! As she stands stunned, Mimi runs and latches onto Kelsey before she can leave the ring, almost as if she's attempting a German Suplex. Confused, Kelsey tries to remove the young teen without hurting her.
However, this proves to be nothing more than an elaborate distraction, which allows Rebecca to blindside Kelsey with a hard shot from the microphone to her forehead!
Ruby Parvati: BOOM! Down goes the traitor!
Axel Reid: Using a child as a distraction?! How low can one sink?!
Just as swiftly as Kelsey is down on the mat, the happy, peaceful Rebecca Saint vanishes to be replaced by the ruthless version the VoW fans have seen on many occasions. With Mimi playing cheerleader, Rebecca hammers into her former partner’s forehead with stiff right hands, busting her open.
With blood staining her robe, Rebecca relents the assault momentarily to bask in the boos from the Michigan crowd. Just as it seems it's over, Rebecca drags Kelsey dead centre of the ring, wraps her legs up and locks her in her new and improved Saint’s Row -- a Figure Four Sharpshooter.
Obviously in serious amounts of pain, the bloodied Kelsey scrambles to get free, tapping out vigorously on instinct. It takes several officials storming the ring to cease Rebecca’s assault -- once she releases the hold, she seems to slip back into her enlightened persona, with a warm smile painted on her face. Kelsey clutches her ankle as she writhes in pain; Rebecca poses with arms wide open as Mimi bows down before her. The scene fades out as Rebecca’s theme begins to play. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 16, 2016 0:06:16 GMT -6
Poking the Bear
We cut to see our best friend The Punisher Matt Robinson inside of his locker room, still absolutely fuming over his loss to Ryder from the pay-per-view. It seems as though he’s not going to deal with anyone until he’s ready. Matt’s seen just staring into his mirror, trying to refocus himself on what he plans to do later tonight. His tone, while vicious, seems rather calm and collected, as if he’s trying to save face.
Matt Robinson: C'mon Matt! Get your head in the game!
He slaps himself hard across the face as he calmly inhales deeply and then slowly exhales.
Matt Robinson: I had that match won! Everyone knows it! If the Goon Squad hadn't stuck their damn noses in, that rotten piece of trash would have been eating food through a damn tube right now!
The camera moves slightly to the right, to reveal one of VoW’s newest acquisitions, one Emevlas Stastias, who, in a rare twist, doesn’t say a word, but only looks over at the Punisher, with pursed lips. Robinson looks in his mirror and stops his little motivation rant.
Matt Robinson: Well look at what the cat dragged in...
Turning around to face her, he walks up to Stastias, a look of pure hatred crossing his face.
Matt Robinson: If you're here because you think that little shot at me on Twitter got to me, think again. I don't need to be wasting my time on a nobody like you...
The Cult of Personality inhales dully while rubbing some spittle off of her temple and exhaling while chuckling.
Emevlas Stastias: A nobody, that’s cute, because I’m staring right at one myself. If I’m a nobody, you’re a nobody. Hell, we’re all nobodies, here, get a couple half price at the bargain bin! I wasn’t here because of Twitter, I was just here to rub it in: Ryder kicked your ass seven days from Sunday and you know it, budrow!
Chuckling himself, Robinson folds his arms across his chest, shaking his head.
Matt Robinson: Did you even watch the match? Did you not see me piledrive his ass from the ring apron onto the steel steps? The guy was done for! But then his idiot squad helped him back into the ring and he caught me off guard!
Emevlas Stastias: Oh, no… I watched the match, I’m just givin’ you a hard time. You still lost, though. That’s make two children you’ve failed to get the job done against, and I think you know who the first one is.
Robinson knows exactly who she is referring too as he sneers at the mere thought of that night when Katie Moicelle managed to knock him off.
Matt Robinson: You know, for a woman, you must have a large set of balls to stir me up the wrong way! I have ended countless careers here in VoW...and I know you're here for one final run before retiring, and I also know that you want your retirement match to be against my ex-wife...
Getting closer and closer to her, they're now practically nose to nose as Robinson is seething.
Matt Robinson: It would be a shame...if you weren't able to retire on your own terms now...would it?
Mevy’s smirk grows ever wider, as she continues to chuckle to herself.
Emevlas Stastias: That would be a damn tragedy, yes, but lemme tell you right now…
Her smirk drops and her tone becomes super serious.
Emevlas Stastias: … you ain’t gonna be the one to do it. You’re not retiring me. Now, unless you wanna start eating out of a tube yourself, I suggest you step off, and get out of my face… mate.
Robinson smirks, not backing down from VoW's newest arrival.
Matt Robinson: You're the one in my locker room 'mate'. So how about you get out of my face...or I will be the one retiring you.
Emevlas Stastias: Or…
Mevy holds up her left index finger.
Emevlas Stastias: I could just mess you up right now and we finish it next show.
Stastias jumps up for a Jumping Cutter, but it’s blocked by The Punisher.
Matt Robinson: Your first night here, and you're already picking fights with people? Are you looking to get your ass fired before you even have a damn match?
Keeping up a defense just in case Stastias tries to strike again, he smirks a little.
Matt Robinson: You don't wanna pick a fight with me Mevy, trust me...but you know...if you want a match against yours truly. I'm sure we can get a match scheduled...if you really want your VoW career to die before it even begins.
Mevy gets back up, rubbing her lower back, but smirking at the sound of what Robinson just proposed.
Emevlas Stastias: That sounds good to me. But with your threats so empty, it’s safe to say, I’m feeling rather confident, Matty-boo. Now, I’ll see myself out. Wouldn’t wanna lose that seemingly dead VoW career. But, before I leave out, I’ve got a question, and whether or not you answer is up to you… isn’t your VoW career dead already?
Robinson scoffs at the question and turns his back on Stastias.
Matt Robinson: Close the door on your way out...
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 16, 2016 0:07:32 GMT -6
Valerie Beasley vs Beatrice La Fey Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is set for one fall...
"One Shot" by Lansdowne blares over the speakers as Valerie Beasley comes walking out onto the stage. She is wearing a dark, leather vest over a dark blue sports bra and gray MMA shorts. Her hands are covered with black fingerless gloves while wearing Nike high top tennis shoes on her feet. The crowd is going hog wild for her as she raises one arm into the sky. After more cheers begin to bellow through the audience, Beasley begins to walk down the ramp while punching her left hand into her right hand.
Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing first! From Lincoln, Nebraska...standing in at 5 foot 8 and weighing in at 139 pounds! “The Bitch Destroyer”...Valerie...Beasley!
As Beasley continues to punch her hand, she cracks her neck before hopping up onto the ring apron. She begins to scan the arena before leaping into the ring and standing in the center of it. She lifts her hand into the air one more time as the crowd continues to go crazy for her. Beasley then proceeds to remove her ring jacket before turning to the stage as “One Shot” fades out.
Axel Reid: Valerie Beasley looks ready here tonight, Ruby. She suffered a disappointing loss to Kelsey Spencer at Nothing Else Matters and tonight, she needs to get some kind of momentum going for her.
Ruby Parvati: Yeah, but her problem comes in the form of someone we have no idea about in Beatrice La Fay.
The lights go out for a moment and some carnival music plays until “Be My Friend” by One Eyed Doll blasts out the speakers and a bunch of streamers and balloons fill the air.
“YEEE HAAAW!!
There’s a girl across the street from me
I buried her son beneath a tree
I don’t know why she’s mad at me
He was stinking up my garage you see”
Beatrice La Fay then skips out onto the stage with a big smile on her face in tune with the music, amidst a confused reaction from the crowd, some cheering and some booing. She waves at the fans a little before turning and skipping down the ramp.
Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponent! From Dallas, Texas...standing in at 5 foot 5 and weighing in at 150 pounds! Beatrice...La Fay!
“YEEEE HAAW! Love
I met a cute boy he liked my smile
We fell in love for a little while
He kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweet
So I chopped him into pieces and cooked his meat”
Reaching the ring, La Fay skips around it, doing a full lap before sliding under the bottom rope and starts to skip around the ring singing along with her music even after it dies out. She then climbs up onto the turnbuckle and sits atop it, staring at Beasley whilst continuing to sing along to her theme.
Axel Reid: There is only one word I can use to describe Beatrice, and that is weird.
Ruby Parvati: Only one? I can think of several. Lunatic. Nuts. Crackers. Psychotic. Mentally deranged. Bat sh-
Axel Reid: Okay Ruby, I get the point...
Ruby Parvati: Good!
The referee then calls for the bell and the match is underway, Beasley taking her offensive stance and calling for her opponent to start the fight. La Fay climbs down off the turnbuckle and walks right up to Beasley, staring at her as she cocks her head to the side.
Axel Reid: What on Earth is this woman doing?
Ruby Parvati: I have absolutely no idea...
La Fay then turns her attention to the crowd and suddenly jumps in excitement and points to her left and shouts ‘SQUIRREL!’ at the top of her voice. However, this does not faze the ever focused Beasley, yet does seem to faze everyone else as it seems.
Axel Reid: Did she just...yell out...squirrel?
Ruby Parvati: Maybe she saw one? Or maybe she THOUGHT she saw one...yeah...I’m going with the latter on that one.
Without a moments warning, the happy, fun loving look on La Fay suddenly changes to a dark, evil look as she immediately goes to work on the right side of Beasley with a flurry of slaps and kicks, just to her right side.
Axel Reid: Well, she may be new...and very weird...but you gotta give Beatrice credit, she’s done her homework on Valerie.
Ruby Parvati: Making sure she works on the right side of her body, the weakest part with her being a southpaw. But considering how strong her left side is, if I were Beatrice, I’d try to weaken that side of her too.
As if she had heard Parvati, La Fay goes for a kick to her left side, however Beasley grabs her leg and nails her with a Fisherman Suplex. La Fay grabs her lower back in pain as Beasley drops to her knees and hooks the leg going for an early pin.
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Kick-out!
Axel Reid: And Beatrice kicks out at one.
Wasting little time, Beasley quickly drags La Fay up to her feet, turning her around so her back is facing her, she wraps her arms around La Fay’s waist and plants her with a German Suplex.
Ruby Parvati: And another Suplex from Valerie!
Beasley demands La Fay to get to her feet as she uses the Bitch Destroyer to help get her back to her feet. She just smiles at Beasley, as if she enjoys the pain.
Axel Reid: Seems like Beatrice is enjoying this.
Beasley wraps her arms around her again, and this time goes for a Belly to Belly Suplex but La Fay lands on her feet. Beasley then turns around and is met with a Pele Kick from out of nowhere from La Fay.
Ruby Parvati: What an amazing show of agility there from Beatrice!
La Fay then quickly follows up with a standing shooting star press before going for a pin of her own.
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Kick-out!
Picking her up to her feet, Beasley manages to break out of La Fay’s grasp and begins to deliver a flurry of elbow strikes followed by a spinning back elbow to the jaw.
Axel Reid: And Valerie is going to town on Beatrice right here.
Taking a few steps back, Beasley nails La Fay with a Discus Clothesline and once again, goes for another pin.
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Kick-out!
Ruby Parvati: And Beatrice gets the shoulder up!
Beasley quickly gets to her feet and signals that this one is over as she picks La Fay up and jabs her once, and then a second time and a third time.
Axel Reid: Valerie going for the Beasley Shuffle here.
She then manages to follow it up with a Roundhouse Kick, officially completing the signature move.
Ruby Parvati: Can Valerie close in on a much needed victory here?
Immediately, Beasley grabs La Fay’s arm and locks in a Cross Armbreaker, dead centre in the ring.
Axel Reid: Bulletproof is locked in! And they’re right in the centre of the ring! Can Beatrice somehow get out of it?
La Fay reaches her free arm out towards the ropes as she screams in pain, but she’s nowhere near to getting to the ropes.
Ruby Parvati: There’s no reaching the ropes from where she is, she needs to think up another way of getting out of this or it’s over.
Beasley yells at La Fay to give up, and as she continues to flail her free arm around and kick her legs, she suddenly grabs a handful of Beasley’s bra and attempts to rip if off. Beasley, not wanting to ruin her modesty, obviously breaks the hold to protect herself from being exposed to the world.
Axel Reid: That was...a unique way of breaking a hold...
Suddenly, La Fay then rolls Beasley up and grabs a handful of her shorts for extra leverage that is unseen by the referee.
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3???
DING DING DING!!!
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 16, 2016 0:10:45 GMT -6
Exposing A Coward
Coming back from a brief commercial, the viewers at home and the fans in attendance are greeted to the fresh sounds of "Superman" by Bush playing from the PA System. The crowd immediately rise to their feet and cheer, expecting the arrival of a man who made his return after a two month-long hiatus at Nothing Else Matters. Sure enough, Matt Slater walks out onto the stage... this time sharing a cornered smirk. He is dressed in casual clothing, but the most prominent feature is the black T-Shirt he is wearing; more specifically, it is the white wording on the front that draws some rather intrigued attention.
Axel Reid: Well there he is, ladies and gentleman! Matt Slater is back again here in Flint, Michigan... but I do have to question the T-Shirt he's wearing.
As Slater walks to the ring, the camera gets a closer view of it, where the words "Deity of Cowardice" come into larger focus.
Ruby Parvati: "Deity of Cowardice"? It seems like Slater is playing with fire... and I like it!
Axel Reid: Not to mention his comment on our brand new VoW Trading Cards, where he said he was throwing darts at them!
Ruby Parvati: He didn't specifically say that, but it can be construed that way! Slater has become... different... but in an interesting way!
Axel Reid: Is that what his mind has done? I can't imagine Slater of old doing this sort of thing... or maybe this was who he was all along, and we just didn't know it.
Entering the ring, Slater does a full turn as he scans the crowd, waving the cheers off before he leans through the ropes and takes a microphone from a ringside aid. Eventually his music dies down, only to be replaced with "SLATER" chants.
Axel Reid: Well these fans in Flint seem happy to see him.
Ruby Parvati: For once, with this new attitude, so am I!
As if no one in the arena has noticed yet, Slater directly points out the modified nickname on his T-Shirt, which generates a spattering of laughs and cheers from the audience. A moment later he stands straight, looking around before he finally starts speaking.
Matt Slater: You know... I'm not going to ramble on in melodramatic fashion about where I've been these past couple of months. I think it's pretty obvious, even to the casual observer, why I was away for a while. So instead, I'm going to ramble on about a man I've kept in mind since I decided to leave Caguas and go back to Canada for Nothing Else Matters.
It does seem that Slater is attempting to downplay the seriousness of his prior situation, but at the same time he is presenting an uncharacteristic arrogance about him. The crowd murmur amongst themselves, all while a handful of people shout different things towards him.
Matt Slater: Seth Iser... just saying your name alone makes me want to punch you in the face. I mean there you stand for years and years, demanding respect and adulation from people like me... only to show us just who you really are and why you don't deserve it. And yet... and yet... there are people who are beginning to think you're this oh-so-misunderstood individual. I'm not buying it. Not one bit.
Some fans cheer this comment, although it is clear to many he is not the same person that he has been for years, especially as "The Silver Knight".
Matt Slater: I know who you are. I know what you represent. This facade about protecting the principles of wrestling... something I've realized can never truly happen... just makes me sick. People who cheer you make me sick, because they're being led down a road of deception that leads only to destruction... or, from what I've finally gathered... cowardice.
Once again Slater directs attention to his customized T-Shirt.
Matt Slater: You know... I have to admit something, Seth. It's not that I despise who you are... these people, at least the smart ones, know that already. It's that for the longest time... despite what you did between these ropes and what you did to me... you never ran from a fight. And... call it hypocritical of me... but I respected that. I respected that you stood for your beliefs... as messed up and deplorable as they were. You stood your ground, you told your target what you planned to do and when... and you did. Of course there were occasions when you'd attack me from behind, but at least you had the courtesy to tell me that you were capable of that.
Slater takes a deep breath after rambling, staring out into the crowd before he chuckles.
Matt Slater: But I never thought in a million years you would walk away from a direct challenge. And finally... it exposed the aspect of yourself you didn't want others to see... why you always seemed to take the easy way out when things were going against you... why you would play mind games and manipulate others to do as you pleased. You have always been a coward.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the arena changes, and cheers flow throughout the arena.
Axel Reid: So he is calling Seth Iser a coward!
Ruby Parvati: Well... I mean...
Before Ruby can finish her thought, Slater shakes his head.
Matt Slater: I mean let's look at the FACTS, ladies and gentleman. Here is a man who went after me to expose the darkness he sensed in me... yet concealed his face behind a mask for nearly a decade. But honestly, I can see why he did. I'd be ashamed to walk around with a face like that every day trying not to make children cry.
The fans laugh at this appalling insult, which even causes Slater to shrug his shoulders.
Matt Slater: Here is a man... who attempted to burn my face with the Red Mist and cause permanent scaring, so I could wear a mask just like he did... because he didn't want to be alone in his darkened, pathetic world. Here is a man who attempted to end my career with a jumping Black Magic... because he could never be the kind of wrestler he always wanted to be... the kind of wrestler that I am.
Ruby Parvati: He's got a point there, Axel.
Axel Reid: Do you think so?
Matt Slater: I gave him the chance to prove he was better than me at Fate of the Gods II, to prove he was everything he said he was... and he turned me down. Why? Because apparently... bad stuff would happen to me if he accepted, and he didn't want to be the man to end my career for good.
The crowd boo, but it seems they are booing Iser's decision to turn down the challenge rather than what Slater has been saying.
Matt Slater: That never stopped him before, did it? That summarizes, in one sentence, why he is a coward... and do you really want to have sympathy for someone like that? Do you really want to applaud and encourage a man to continue fighting valiantly, when he has always been a man who used dirty tactics to gain a victory? You shouldn't... and really no one should. He has walked a lonesome path of maliciousness throughout his entire life.
A mixed reaction flows through the arena as Slater leans on the top rope, scanning the expressions of the fans and listening to their responses.
Matt Slater: So... here is one question I want an answer to.
Slater then stares directly at the hard camera, as if staring at Seth Iser himself.
Matt Slater: Are you a coward? Because if you want to prove you're capable of defeating me with your skill... then come out here and accept my challenge. Accept your fate as something you always wanted to be... a wrestler... and not someone who tucks his tail between his legs and flees because of a b-BLEEP- reason.
The fans yet again cheer, fully invested in Slater's determination to culminate his rivalry with Seth Iser. Afterwards, Slater turns his attention to the entrance.
Matt Slater: Come on, Sebastian, I haven't got all day.
Ruby Parvati: He called him Sebastian!
Axel Reid: This is definitely unlike Slater. There is something clearly wrong with this man we've respected for so long.
Ruby Parvati: I think it's great! He's showing a unique side of him for once!
Slater and the audience are waiting impatiently for the man of the hour he just called out to head toward the ring. There’s an undeniable edge to Slater’s step as he’s pacing around the ring a little bit. Finally though, ‘Gehenna’ begins to play and the audience lets out a loud mixed reaction for the veteran’s music. After that though...it isn’t Seth Iser that barges through the curtain but Vincent Moretti...and this leads to some of the loudest boos of the night to this point that Iser is not here.
Axel Reid: This is unusual. Vincent Moretti is here instead.
Ruby Parvati: Maybe what Slater said is true.
Vincent Moretti, with his silver hair slightly receding but slicked back and the usual silver and black striped suit he’s often associated with, marches down toward the ring with a little bit of purpose toward his step but this is not the person Slater wanted in the slightest. Matt just laughs to himself, mouthing ‘You gotta be kidding me’ before face palming. Moretti motions for his music to stop as he has a microphone in hand.
Vincent Moretti: Matthew. Matthew. You need to calm...the hell...down. You’re the one who did say to look at some facts and this is the first time you and I have had a chance to talk in years...so let’s talk about those facts, my friend.
Vincent winces slightly as he pulls himself up toward the ring, the former wrestler is now retired and the grind of being a full time wrestler still apparent on his body even if he got out young enough to still enjoy himself enough. He enters the ring and stares at a former rival of his going back years of his own right.
Vincent Moretti: You have to forgive me here though...some memories are popping up in my brain here of the last time it was just you and me standing here in the ring. It was better for me than you though.
Moretti’s snide comment warrants more jeers from the audience as Moretti doesn’t seem too particularly phased by them. His focus is much more toward his former peer in the industry.
Vincent Moretti: You and I both know the memo. Iser isn’t here tonight due to a family emergency.
Before Vincent can continue onto his statement, the audience begins to jeer and boo louder as Moretti just looks at them for a brief second.
Vincent Moretti: Wait a minute. Wait a minute...you, me, and everyone here knows that if you’re a family man, based on Iser’s own code, you take care of them. Even more so if he doesn’t even have an...ex-wife to help with the kid.
Slater simply lowers his head and chuckles, sensing some kind of comment would be made about his personal life.
Matt Slater: Oh, I'm sure he's just dandy. A family man, huh? That's rather rich. How is his daughter by the way? Is she finally getting the hang of smashing other children over the head with a steel chair, just like good ol' daddy taught her?
Moretti’s expression is colorful at the outright disrespect that’s being shown to his client as a couple members of the audience that had been consistent in booing Iser chuckle. Vincent’s even shaking his head in absolute disbelief. Slater finally gets a serious look on his face as the crowd's reaction dies down.
Matt Slater: Look... I know you're out here to be a messenger... but this doesn't concern you. It never has. But the thing is... you at least have something over the very man you're protecting right now. You beat me fair and square to remain a champion when I was your challenger. You didn't try to end my career or give me brain damage. You proved yourself then... something Seth doesn't have the balls to do now.
Vincent pauses for a minute to digest this information for a second before nodding to himself, just glancing at the audience for a brief second...as if he’s trying to read what they might do.
Vincent Moretti: With all due respect Matt, he already did. And the last time he did so...it didn’t end well for you. And no. I’m not here to be a messenger for Iser. But I have something to say directly to you.
Those two sentences do not set well with the audience as they boo intensely and Moretti just peers at them as if to say let him finish what he’s about ready to say.
Vincent Moretti: It’s ironic you dropped the word coward, isn’t it? Because in this day and age it takes BALLS to be a father because that’s what takes true courage. Not calling out someone who you KNOW isn’t here because of that situation. True courage that the f-BLEEP-ing governor of this state lacks by giving these people bad drinking water. But you know what...maybe they deserve it if they abandon their kids.
Vincent’s statement, to say the very least, is NOT warmly received by the audience. But the look on Vincent’s face toward Slater is angrier still.
Vincent Moretti: But let me say something to you that I know WILL get me in trouble with Sky, and the sponsors... but it has to be said. What’s coming out of your mouth is absolute bull-BLEEP- because I have no idea who in the hell THIS Matt Slater is. It surely isn’t the one I fought in the ladder match. Look. Condolences and all that for your situation...but the verbal bull-BLEEP- that’s coming out of your mouth is just that. Bull-BLEEP-. But that leads me to question...was the Slater I fought in the ring nothing but filled with bull-BLEEP-?...or are YOU bull-BLEEP-ing me now which is what I tend to believe. I don’t buy what YOU are saying.
After a few moments of digesting Vincent's words, Slater nods his head and then takes a step forward.
Matt Slater: You want to know who this is? This is a man who nearly got blinded for life. This is a man who nearly wasn't able to walk ever again. This is a man who very nearly lost the proper sources to cushion his family financially. This is a man... who finally woke up and realized that everything around here, as you like to say, is bull-BLEEP-. So do you want to talk about MY bull-BLEEP-? Or do you want to consider the FACT... that a man who is supposed to be adhering to his own sworn code as a wrestler is too busy playing unicorns and fairies with his daughter and hiding behind her skirt instead of facing up to me?
The audience lets out a giant roar of approval as Slater has verbally assaulted Moretti who has lost his composure completely. He’s twitching at his eye and shaking visibly at the verbal shot before he fires back.
Vincent Moretti: You DON’T insult an innocent in this you foul mouthed degenerate. How DARE YOU disparage his name as a parent and former Silver Knight! You’ve lost everything including your f-BLEEP-ing mind! What in the name of all tha--AHHHHHH!
Suddenly, with no prior indication of doing so, Moretti lets out a scream as Slater swiftly grabs him, jumps up and drops him onto his knees promptly with the RAINING SHADOWS! The audience roars in approval as Moretti flies up into the air, landing on his neck and then the momentum of the blow ends up keeping him on his stomach as he lay there broken and defeated.
Axel Reid: Raining Shadows by Matt Slater! And while he might have deserved something...I can’t completely agree with how it was handled Ruby!
Ruby Parvati: Don’t be such a spoil sport, Axel. Anytime proper aggression is dealt out is exhilarating and Slater finally seems to be doing just that. And it’s spectacular to watch.
Slater looks down at Moretti who is quivering a little bit from the impact before he just calmly looks down at the fallen former wrestler. He glances toward the camera as the audience begins a rambunctious "SLATER" chant at the display of violence before he peels off his t-shirt to reveal his bare chest and a few female audience members notably swoon. He still has the microphone in his hand though.
Matt Slater: Hey Sebastian... if you’re watching...
Slater then kneels down in full seriousness next to the broken down carcass of Vincent Moretti as he’s not moving too much now from the blow. Matt then basks in the chant that rumbles through one more time, just to be made aware of their approval at this unusual display of aggression before he looks at the camera and lets out a smirk.
Matt Slater: Do I have your attention now?
Slater soon pulls himself up as he leaves the T-Shirt over the prone body of Vincent Moretti. The sounds of "Superman" by Bush then blare over the PA System as Vincent still doesn't move much, other than letting out a cough from the blow. Slater then leaves the ring as Moretti finally starts to crawl, with the shirt over his head a little.
Axel Reid: What on earth has gotten into this man? Has he... snapped?
Ruby Parvati: He’s doing what any rational, normal human being would and I for one...enjoy it. Moretti still hasn’t moved much even if he was right about Flint’s water problem and who deserved it…
Axel Reid: Oh come on...Ruby...let’s just get ready and look forward to our next match. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 16, 2016 0:11:57 GMT -6
Dream On
The attention of the crowd is snapped to the big screen where there is a close up of the Visionaries World Championship. Smoke swirls around it as the camera pulls out it reveals Casanova English dressed in a full suit. English has that wide grin as the crowd boos loudly at the sight of The Modern Day Messiah.
English: Long live your dreams. At Nothing Else Matters that is what I heard the fans chant as I choked the life out of their hero. Elskerinne you put up a hell of a fight, and for that I have to applaud you. I mean any other member of this roster could of stepped up and challenged me for the Championship, but they didn't. . . and when they didn't you took the challenge with a courageous heart. You didn't even want a shot at this championship. I respect that. I get that. It's not all about the belt for you. I like that. See it might sound funny to hear me congratulate another competitor on their ability, but in this business you give credit where credit is do. It's not often given when it is deserved.
English pulls a cigarette from his breast pocket and sides it between his lips smirking.
English: Long live Elskerinne, and long live your dreams indeed. Now it is on to the next big problem. That spoiled little brat with a big mouth. Ryder, you want a shot at Fate of the Gods. . . sure. It's about time someone brings you to light. That cute little streak you shove down peoples throats. See in all likelihood you were probably chasing a streak that I originally set, but didn't claim because well. . . who cares?
English drags a lighter up bringing the cigarette to life. Cass pulls a long draw back and blows it out slowly.
English: I already know that I am good, that isn't a problem in my head. Not like it is with you Blade,, You throw out these charming little stats like longest reigning champion and so on and so fourth to confidence yourself that you are talented. See it's a real big question to me. I mean who really have you beat that is that impressive. Other than my Orphanage counter parts? Constance? Nope, lost there. What about Valquist? Right he embarrassed you in your fist match here in VoW and I buried him alive. I get it Ryder you have this huge dream that you are going to be the face of VoW and from that throne you can troll the world. That is what the world has come to. One gigantic joke. I guess that's evident in the presidential candidacy of Donald Trump. Dreams are just unrealized goal, a lot of the time they are unobtainable goals. Such as the one that Ryder has built up in his ant sized mind. I have stumbled upon a theory of why you people detest me so.
Casanova ashes his cigarette and paces slightly shrugging the World Visionary Championship on his shoulder. English stares dead into the camera turning his head slightly to the side.
English: I am the American dream personified. I came from a foreign country to the land of opportunity. The place where they scream freedom while being bludgeoned in the streets. I came here and I sought out an industry. I sought out an industry to be honest with you I wasn't familiar with preforming in. I will make America great again. I will forcefully drag you degenerates to the next stage of intellectual evolution. Why am I talking to you idiots though? You wouldn’t understand me. I am the constant reminder you aren't good enough, and I'll serve the same purpose to Ryder Blade.
The fans in flint are Rabid booing Casanova as he looks over them from the big screen. English takes a few sharp drags off his cigarettes in a smirks knowing he still has one in the chamber.
English: Oh, boo me all you want. It's evident that you people wouldn't even know what the American Dream looks like you are so far down the toilet. I mean at this point you wouldn't even recognize clean water.
English flashes a grin tossing his lit cigarette at the camera. The camera cuts back to the arena where the fans are rabid booing over the comment by the VoW Champion. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 16, 2016 0:21:50 GMT -6
Ryder Blade vs Nicole Evans
TBA soon. Apologies in advance. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Apr 16, 2016 0:33:29 GMT -6
Heart In The Right Place Earlier tonight... Ace Watson appears on screen, a half smile on his face walking through the backstage area. He's dressed in casual clothing consisting of a dark grey t-shirt and some navy jeans topped off with some white running shoes and with a backpack slung over his shoulder. Upon appearing on the screen the crowd let out a cheer, which seemed to be the slightly more common reaction since his return.
Watson turns a corner, walking through an area which looks to be a locker room section, with various different VoW wrestlers’ names on sheets of paper stuck on the plain brown doors.
Off screen woman’s voice: Ace! Ace!
Ace stopped. His face turned to one of anger, he recognised the voice. The man turns, as does the camera, revealing Bianca Davis to be approaching Ace whose expression had not changed. If anything, he looked more annoyed and hurt as the blonde got closer.
Ace Watson: I don't want to talk to you.
He turns to continue his walk down the corridor, but barely gets three steps away before Bianca grabs his shoulder and turns him to face her.
Bianca Davis: Ace I didn't come all this way for nothing. You think the Queen B doesn't have other things she could be doing right now?
Ace shook his head and frowned at Bianca’s “Queen B” remark, then turned back and tried walking off again.
Ace Watson: Maybe the “Queen B” should have stayed with whatever random guy she most likely spent the night with instead of bothering me.
Many of the fans have an audible reaction to the put down. Ace keeps walking ahead, Bianca trailing behind him.
Bianca Davis: Ace…
She speed walks to catch up with him and puts her hand on his shoulder, her tone more sad and innocent this time as she spoke.
Bianca Davis: Ace I'm sorry. And I'm going to pretend you didn't say that, for our sake.
Watson pushes her hand away, and laughs.
Ace Watson: Our sake?!
He shakes his head, and Bianca’s former look of forced sweetness turns to disgust.
Ace Watson: No no no. There is no “our sake.” And I'm not falling for your act again. I don't have time for you, I've got a match tonight.
Ace walks away, knowing Bianca would not follow him this time. She stays stood where she was, a scowl on her face. Bianca shoves her hand into her pocket, and looks to be clenching something as the scene fades to black. We zoom back out of the JumboVision to the live crowd who seem to be buzzing from that quick video before... “Liebe Ist Fur Alle Da” by Rammstein (Instrumental) hits and the crowd lets out a louder cheer this time as Ace Watson appears from behind the curtain, still dressed in the same clothes as in the video package they had just seen. The crowd seemed to have enjoyed seeing Ace shove off Bianca like that, seeing as they still remembered how she was when she was Ace’s manager.
Axel Reid: That is the recently returned Ace Watson, who tweeted last week: “I've arranged some time at Breakthrough to come out and talk to the fans, you guys have been supportive of me and that needs acknowledging.”
Ruby Parvati: Ugh, boring.
Ace seems to almost force a smile out of himself as he walks down the ramp and towards the ring, taking a microphone from a crew member at ringside. Watson climbed the steps then ducked under the top rope and stood in the middle of the ring. He smiles once again as he lets the crowd noise die down.
Ace Watson: Thank you, thank you. Now as I'm sure you all saw at Nothing Else Matters I defeated Owen Gonsalves for the first time in my VoW career.
Some of the crowd cheer in congratulations at that statement, though fans of Owen show their distaste for the match by booing, creating a mixed reaction.
Ace Watson: Yeah, I thought some of you might not be too happy about that. But I know I was, and that win, I think, proved to the locker room and all of you that my win against Bama Brooks was no fluke...And I think, most of all, the win showed that I am back and I am here to stay.
The crowd cheers again, prompting a smile from Watson.
Ruby Parvati: This is terrible.
Ace Watson: And I can't thank you enough for the support I've received from you all since I came back. I've had tweets and messages sent to me from fans saying they're glad to see me back, to that I say thank you.
He nods as the crowd cheers once again.
Ace Watson: And it wasn't just you guys who sent me those messages...
He points towards the ramp.
Ace Watson: It was the wrestlers backstage too. And that means a lot to me. I did things that isolated myself from everyone else in the way I acted and the things I did. But those messages and those “welcome back”s made me feel like I was… Home.
A mixture of quiet cheers and applause this time from the crowd. Ace nodded before staring off into the distance, not looking at anything in particular. The crowd look confused as he pauses, wondering if he was going to continue.
A few moments later Watson blinks a few times and snaps back into it.
Ace Watson: So yeah, I can't thank everyone enough for that… Because I missed this. I missed being in the ring. And while my intentions and reasoning behind returning were not particularly respectable,
He puts his hand to his chest.
Ace Watson: My heart has always been in the right…
Watson stops again, staring into the distance. This time the pause lasts longer, with the crowd murmuring and not really being sure what's going on. Watson frowns, and his back teeth look to be gritted together.
Ace Watson: Place.
His expression goes blank, then his nose clenches and his brow lowers. Ace looks around at the concerned looking crowd, scanning their faces.
Ace Watson: You know what? Who cares? Who really cares where my heart lies? Who really cares about what I have to say? Huh?
He steps around the ring, looking at the fans still.
Ace Watson: Is it any of you? No. Of course not. You're not here to see me.
He shakes his head, then points again to the ramp.
Ace Watson: Is it any of them?!? No! Because, I'll let you in on a little secret, every single one of those people back there are pretenders. They pretend to care about you and they pretend to care about me. With all their cheesy lovey-dovey perfect relationships, and their oh so wonderful personalities.
His eyes look intense and anger filled as he continues to pace around the ring. A few scattered boos filter through the murmurs from the crowd.
Ace Watson: Yeah you heard me right, they pretend to care about you. Wanna know how those fakers do it? By doing stupid little things like saying the name of whatever stupid city we’re in and you all cheer them for it because you are wrapped around their fingers ready to listen and obey any of their commands.
A noticeably larger amount of boos are heard.
Ruby Parvati: This is more like it...
Ace Watson: They want you to buy their shirt? All they have to do is plug it and you'll all flock to the merch stands like sheep!
They boo again, though some of the fans are still adjusting to Ace’s very sudden change of tone.
Ace Watson: Boo me all you want, it doesn't make what I'm saying any less true!
The boos are louder this time, which Ace shakes his head disappointingly to.
Ace Watson: Idiots.
And the fans boo again, unsurprisingly.
Ace Watson: If this is how you react to the truth then I'd be interested to see how you react to a lie. Oh wait, I have seen how you react to them, you cheer. You cheer the people who lie to you day in and day out with their pathetic super happy personalities and their forced smiles… You are all dumb, and seeing as you seem to have your reactions backwards and you are deadset on booing me, I think it's best maybe you save them…
He stands in the centre of the ring, still, looking ahead into the camera. Watson raises his arm.
Ace Watson: For when my hand is raised after I beat Tristan Ambrose.
They boo once more, to Watson’s disgust.
Ace Watson: You know what? I'm done with all of you. I'll be back later to put a stop to Ambrose’s rise up the VoW rankings and to continue on my winning streak, and the creation of my legacy.
Ace drops the mic to the mat as his music hits. He exits the ring and heads back down the ramp as the next section of the show begins. |
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