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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 9:45:46 GMT -6
"Hold your Ground" by CAVO starts up on the speaker system within the Roy Wilkins Auditorium as fans in attendance explode into cheers. Following this, the arena lighting dims as spotlights come on, circling around the interior of the arena. Our cameras begin to scan the crowd, viewing all sorts of various signs being held up high from the rabid audience, most of which are hand crafted. We eventually come to rest out in front of the broadcast table, where Axel Reid and Ruby Parvati are seated. The arena lighting switches back to it's default settings as our duo begin their commentary of VOW's second official event. All the while, the reaction from the crowd is still deafening. Axel Reid: Welcome ladies and gentleman, to the second installment of Tuesday Night Breakthrough! I'm Axel Reid and alongside me as always, the lovely Ruby Parvati! Axel turns to her to see what her retort will be, but Ruby is preoccupied with the foundation she is currently putting on her face. Axel shakes his head and then turns his attention back to the camera stationed in front of them. Axel Reid: Anyway... I think it'd be an understatement for us to say that last week's event was a huge success! So successful in fact, that I'm being told the CEO of Visionaries of Wrestling is in the building here tonight! And in just a few short moments, he plans on coming out here to address all of us! But before all of that, I want to make sure I let our viewers at home know what we have in store for them this evening! Ruby puts her makeup kit away and looks into the lens, nodding in approval with a smile on her face. Ruby Parvati: That's easy, Axel! Fierce competition in the form of matches like Matt Slater against Alexander Oliver, Jarek taking on Scott Knight, hell even our opening contest as Carlton Grace meets Andre Mosely in action! Axel Reid: Not to mention we'll see Logan Rourke Keegan against that lunatic Joka! And our main event of the evening? Two men who have been very impressive thus far. Mugen Mushaboom versus Bobby Backdoor! The level of competition on tonight's show will most likely blow the roof right off this place! Ruby Parvati: Yeah, but also... The number of physically attractive men in that ring, sweating it out together? That will most likely cause my panties to get VERY moi - Axel Reid: I'm being told that Stefan Frei is making his way to the ring right now! Things are about to get very interesting, Ruby! Ruby Parvati: Boredom personified... I can't wait... The instrumental version of ACDC's "Back in Black" hits the speakers as the crowd on hand pops in response. Shortly thereafter, Stefan Frei walks out onto the ramp way entrance with a smile on his face. Wearing nice dress shoes, dark slacks, and a Navy blue button up. He makes his gradual descent down to the ring, but before getting inside he's handed a microphone by Jerry Heisenberg. Once in the ring, Stefan paces around in excitement as his smile gets bigger. He finally stops right in the middle of the ring and points to the sky with the index finger of his free hand. Stefan Frei: There's a very specific reason why I'm pointing to the rafters, ladies and gentleman. It's because, from here on out? That's the only direction I can visualize this company going. Last week was proof. It was the first chapter of many more to be written. I challenged our talent pool to come out and show me how bad they wanted it. What, you ask? Well... He lowers his hand now and gazes out into the mass of audience members. Stefan Frei: Fame, fortune, success in this business. I believe my exact words were... "You want to be the best? Show us why you deserve it." Now the question is, did they answer the bell? Did any competitor, in any of the seven matches we aired last week, seize the moment? The smile on his face develops even further now, almost to a point where it's ear to ear and borderline cartoon-esque. Stefan Frei: I have to admit... I'm impressed. Suddenly, Stefan is interrupted by the rough opening rifts of "Adrenalize" by In This Moment. The crowd explodes into boos, as out through the curtain saunters none other than the VOW GM, Sky Sangue. She runs a hand through her long locks of hair, fluffing it up as she then trails her fingers downward, toward the very obvious cleavage being shown. A smirk plays upon her lips as she nonchalantly makes her way down to the ring, steps in, and snatches the mic away from Jerry Heisenberg. Sky places it to her mouth, waiting for the fans to calm down before she speaks...
Sky Sangue: I disagree. And, before you make some 'good guy' retort... I'd suggest you keep your mouth shut, Frei. I'm sure everyone is quite sick of hearing you talk about who deserves what, and how proud you are... stick to behind the scenes, sweetheart, this is my song to dance to. The crowd unloads on Sky with a chorus of boos as meanwhile, Frei remains calm and collected. He takes a step back from Sky, then looks around before fixating his gaze back on her. Stefan Frei: You know? It must be raining cats and dogs out there... for you to be in this kind of mood, Sky. I actually planned on introducing these fans to the General Manager of VOW. But since you've decided to interrupt me and make your presence known? I no longer have to. Enjoy the rest of the show, ladies and gentleman. That being said, Frei drops the mic and exits the ring. Leaving Sangue on her own, to a crowd that doesn't seem to like her very much right now. She watches him leave for a moment, before glancing out at the crowd with the slightest of grins.
Sky Sangue: Actually, the weather isn't bad right now. A mostly clear sky, not too hot or too warm. I am contented. What I'll also feel tranquil about, as I'm sure you all will... is the fact that I am here to... ah, 'help'. As your General Manager, I'll be the... face... of VOW, along with having the responsibilities of someone far more relevant than any if not all of you. I'll basically be booking the matches you all want to see, making decisions and well... managing... everything. Excited yet?
Of course, the fans shoot her so much negativity, that it's most likely able to be heard outside of the arena. Sky has a look of amusement on her pretty face, though it never morphs into too much emotion...
Sky Sangue: I will not be as wordy as the "boss", as he believes himself to be. I will simply leave you all, not the fans... but the wrestlers... with one statement: I've yet to be impressed. Of course, I am a fan of the hardcore aspect of wrestling... but that means not a thing. You are all taking it safe, as far as I can see... and that must change. Swiftly. Then, perhaps, I'll recognize you as liable parts of VOW. I'm not as easy to impress as Stefan is... grow a pair, and get out there...
With that, she simply tosses the mic behind her shoulder, which Jerry manages to catch. The crowd continues booing her as she makes her way out of the ring and heads up the ramp.
Axel Reid: Well there you have it folks. A powerful statement from the General Manager of VOW! And from what I've gathered, someone who won't be pleased all that easily...
Ruby Parvati: My kind of woman, no doubt about it.
Axel Reid: Anyway, it's time to get right to the action with our opening contest...
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 9:47:05 GMT -6
C4 Vs. Andre Mosely
“Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO begins to play. At the chorus of the song it stops, and the lights in the arena begin to flash on and off, resembling camera flashes. The chorus continues and C4 begins to walk out. He makes poses to the disdain of the crowd all the way to the ring, being followed closely by a well-dressed, sophisticated James Diamond.Jerry Heisenberg: The following match is a singles match, scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by his butler, James Diamond ... he stands at 6'1 and weighs in tonight at 195lbs. From his vacation home in Paris, France ... CARLTON GRACE THE FOURTH, C4!!!Axel Reid: Last week, Carlton Grace lost his first match in VOW against Bobby Backdoor. I know he has complained about the scratch that Backdoor left on his face after that match, but he forgot to mention the laceration he caused after smashing a small mirror over Bobby Backdoor's head when the referee was distracted!Ruby Parvati: The scratch IS more important, Axel. Not only is Carlton Grace a super model, but I know for a fact he has a very special photo shoot coming up in France, and if his face has not healed properly by then, he will lose that spot and abdicate it to someone else. How do you think he will feel if that happens?Axel Reid: Distraught?Ruby Parvati: He would feel like Bobby Backdoor ruined his life, and that is exactly what he did. That scratch is a reminder of the type of person Bobby Backdoor is. But I will say this. If Carlton Grace does feel upset, I'll cheer him up with a special massage.Axel Reid: Is that a promise?Ruby Parvati: Just as long as he gets to tend to my aching needs in return.C4 slides into the ring and continues to pose, being showered with boos as Diamond strolls around the ringside area, nose up in the air as a symbol of superiority in front of the fans.Axel Reid: C4 and Diamond believe they are superior to these people, but if C4 is not careful, he may end up with something worse than a scratch.Ruby Parvati: If anyone thinks of attacking Mr Grace's genitals, I'll be there to soothe the pain.“Ambition” by Wale then hits the PA system. The crowd reacts in a mixture of cheers and boos. As the music picks up, Andre Mosely steps out onto the stage. He is dressed in a pair of black wrestling boots, black & blue basketball shorts, and a black sleeveless t-shirt. His eyes scan the crowd as he stands at the top of the stage for a few seconds. He rubs his hands together before he slowly starts to make his way to the ring.Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent ... he stands at 6'2 and weighs in tonight at 211lbs. From Detroit, Michigan ... ANDRE MOSELY!!!Axel Reid: We currently know little about Andre Mosely's background, but what we do know is that he is a fighter with an intense attitude. People have said he has a short temper, and I'm guessing that with his lack of experience in wrestling thus far, we might just see him get angry and brutalize his opponents more often than not.Ruby Parvati: So he's rough? That sounds interesting...Axel Reid: No one ever said the wrestling business was soft...Ruby Parvati: Speaking of soft, can I make you hard?Axel Reid: We have a match to call, Ruby...Ruby Parvati: I can make you hard and call the match at the same time?Andre slides into the ring under the bottom rope, rolling up onto his feet before he walks around the ring, his eyes focused on the ground. He reaches both hands into the air before he drops them back down, showing the crowd and C4 that he is ready before he removes his t-shirt and tosses it out to the crowd. A large, rotund fan catches the shirt, smiling triumphantly as he shakes his fist in celebration.Ruby Parvati: That will be auctioned on eBay in about five minutes ... if he still has his account after the hacking crisis that is...Axel Reid: I think the fan who caught it wants to keep it actually...Ruby Parvati: THAT fan with THAT shirt? They clash horribly. There's no aesthetically-pleasing taste whatsoever. The problem is, I'm not sure which is worse. That fan's unwashed beard or the shirt he's holding tightly in his hands.The referee calls for the bell, and the match begins. Showing his inexperience, Andre rushes towards C4 with his arms locked for combat. Avoiding the conflict, C4 backs towards the ropes and ducks through them, making the referee intervene due to the rules. Andre looks at the referee for a split second, but it's enough for C4 to rush at Andre, kick him in the stomach, and knock him down with a high knee to the face!Axel Reid: C4 using his knowledge of the rules there to get the early advantage ... although it was questionable...Ruby Parvati: He can take advantage of me any time he wants.As Carlton picks Andre up off the canvas, the debutant surprises him with a snap punch to his abdomen. C4 doubles over, winded by the blow, and this gives Andre time to uppercut C4 and knock him down with a spinning back fist!Axel Reid: But Andre fires back with an array of strikes! This guy is quick and deadly!Ruby Parvati: He better not ruin Mr Grace's face. He's going to get that insured soon.C4 gets back to his feet on his own accord, but Andre comes right at him with a headbutt! Carlton grimaces and clutches his head, nearly crying in response until Andre executes a snapmare takeover and the model and follows it up with a hard kick!Axel Reid: Andre is just beating down C4 here! This could be quite the debut for the fighter from Detroit!Andre, knowing he is in control, takes his time bringing C4 back to his feet. But once again, the lack of experience becomes his undoing as C4 quickly jumps up into the air, swinging his leg at Andre's head and snapping it to the side with an Enziguri! Diamond nods in approval from afar, applauding lightly as the two combatants struggle on the canvas.Axel Reid: Oh what a devastating kick from C4, done out of desperation to stop Andre Mosely's onslaught!Ruby Parvati: Carlton can really surprise you when you least expect it. That's a lesson every wrestler should learn about him. But I must say, I do enjoy surprises.Axel Reid: Has a surprise ever let you down before?Ruby Parvati: I'll tell you that in private...Axel Reid: Never mind.After connecting with the Enziguri, C4 scrambles towards Diamond, who stands calm and upright at ringside. Without hesitation, Diamond produces a neatly-folded handkerchief from his breast pocket, and as C4 leans on the bottom rope, Diamond uses the handkerchief to dab C4's face clean of sweat, much to the crowd's displeasure.Axel Reid: And now James Diamond is wiping C4's face with a handkerchief! This isn't a photo shoot! C4 should have gone straight for the cover!Ruby Parvati: Do you know what it's like to have sweat seep into your eyes, Axel? Your vision blurs, and it isn't pleasant. In fact any sort of liquid can affect your vision greatly, and it takes a while to recover from the fluid. I should know because I once took a shot in the eye by complete accident...Axel Reid: A shot of ... what...?Ruby Parvati: If I said water, would you feel better?Axel Reid: Please do...Ruby Parvati: It was water, Axel ... pale, creamy water...Diamond pockets the handkerchief after C4's impromptu cleansing, and C4 quickly returns to the task at hand. Andre, still feeling the effects of the Enziguri, resides on his knees as C4 approaches, being kicked in the chest by the super model before he is taken down with a Facebuster. The crowd boo as C4 goes for the cover, all while Diamond snootily looks at the crowd behind him.Axel Reid: There's a Facebuster from Carlton, and now he has the leg hooked as he covers Andre!ONE!TWO!Axel Reid: No! Andre continues to hold on with a strong kick-out!Ruby Parvati: For a lean athlete, he certainly has some power. Maybe he can show me how powerful his thrusts are later tonight ... once he gets out of those ridiculous clothes...Axel Reid: He is wearing sports attire, Ruby...Ruby Parvati: Exactly. He could be more fashionable and unique, such as wearing a skin-tight shirt with rhinestones that attract the eyes to his six-pack.Continuing to be on offense, C4 whips Andre to the ropes and catches him with a swinging Sleeper Slam on the way back! Having executed this move, C4 smirks and gloats above the grounded Andre, spreading his arms as if to proclaim himself a God of the squared circle. The crowd shower him in boos, and some go so far as to shout homophobic comments that are luckily quietened down by the censors.Axel Reid: Carlton Grace is really full of himself tonight, but it was only a short time ago that he was being pummelled around the ring by Andre's fists!Ruby Parvati: He has time to share the knowledge that he is superior to Andre, Axel ... in looks as well as skills. There is hardly anyone that compares to him ... but you could give him a run for his money...Axel Reid: I'm not a wrestler, Ruby...Ruby Parvati: I wasn't talking about wrestling...Under the guidance of Diamond, C4 drops Andre with a running clothesline before he ascends the corner. A confident smile remains on his face as he scales the ropes, reaching the top and flying off with an Elbow Drop! C4 lands directly on Mosely, resulting in an immediate hook of the leg that indicates another pin attempt!Axel Reid: C4 with the elbow drop, and he has Andre in a world of trouble!The referee begins to count as C4 shakes his head with the utmost optimism!ONE!TWO!NO! Andre fires his arm up at the last moment, and Carlton Grace can only look out to the crowd in disbelief!Axel Reid: Oh my! Andre kicked out of the Elbow Drop!Ruby Parvati: He's more resilient than I thought.Panicking, C4 gestures frantically to Diamond to get out his small mirror. Diamond helpfully obliges, searching through his suit jacket for the glass object as the fans boo loudly!Axel Reid: Can you believe this? Carlton is going to try and use that small mirror to put Andre down, the same way he put Bobby Backdoor down last week and cut up his face!Ruby Parvati: Mirrors always reveal the truth, Axel, and the harshest truth that Andre will know is that Mr Carlton Grace is a better man than he is.Axel Reid: That doesn't make it right! You can't justify ... hey, wait a minute! Andre is right behind C4!Before C4 can take the mirror from the hands of his loyal butler, Andre drops down and quickly rolls C4 backwards into a roll-up! C4 flails around like a fish out of water, being held down tight by the opportunistic fighter! Thinking quickly, Diamond climbs onto the apron and tells the referee that Andre has C4's tights; an illegal move in professional wrestling. The referee looks over his shoulder at the pinfall, but Andre does not have the tights. The crowd boo as Diamond continues to argue, giving C4 enough time to escape what could have been a decisive fall for the debuting Andre!Axel Reid: James Diamond just cost Andre Mosely a potential victory! The referee was ready to count until he interfered, and that is simply disgraceful!Both men get back to their feet, but it is C4 who gets the first strike, knocking Andre back into the corner with a Somersault Dropkick. Diamond then gets down from the apron, knowing his job was done, and done rather well.Ruby Parvati: Maybe he DID have the tights. Were you watching closely?Axel Reid: Andre was holding C4 down without using the tights!Ruby Parvati: Well perhaps Carlton shouldn't wear any tights. I'd love to see that one day ... and whatever kind of package he has hiding beneath those majestic layers of fabric...Meanwhile, C4 continues to kick Andre in the corner, leading to another Irish Whip that Mosely reverses! C4 runs into the opposite turnbuckles and bounces off them, stumbling around into a running shoulder block from the Detroit native!Axel Reid: Andre is back on the offensive, taking C4 down with a huge shoulder tackle! C4 is getting back up on wobbly legs, but Andre puts him down with another one! This match is getting intense!After the second shoulder tackle, Andre pauses and pounds his chest, looking crazed from how angry he has become! The crowd seem to be behind him, watching as the adrenaline fuels him, giving him a second wind.Axel Reid: Well they said that Andre Mosely had a short temper! It looks like we're seeing that reported rage right now!Once C4 stands back up, Andre connects with a left-handed snap jab, beginning a series of jabs that keep Carlton groggy and stunned! The jabs become quicker and harder in execution, and the fans react to each one with a distinct sound of approval. Finally, after so many jabs, Andre stops, kisses his right hand, and decks C4 across the face with a solid punch! C4 instantly hits the canvas and rolls out of the ring in retreat, clutching his jaw with his hand as Diamond offers a comforting hug!Ruby Parvati: Oh no, his beautiful face!Axel Reid: C4 was nearly knocked out by that punch! But ... wait ... I think he's leaving!With an uncaring, submissive wave of his arm, C4 walks gingerly toward the entrance, being supported along the way by Diamond as the crowd boo his cowardice horrendously!Axel Reid: James Diamond is helping Carlton Grace walk away from the ring! He's not staying to finish the match against Andre, a man who was on the verge of keeping him down for the count of three!Ruby Parvati: Run and live to fight another day, Axel. That's what Carlton Grace is doing.Axel Reid: But that is not how wrestling should be, and the referee has no choice but to start counting C4 out!The referee raises his arm and counts one, loud enough for the crowd inside the Auditorium to hear perfectly. Infuriated, Andre decides to pursue C4, abandoning the ring and chasing Carlton and Diamond with a burst of speed!Axel Reid: And Andre is going after C4! He doesn't want to win this match by count-out!Ruby Parvati: Why not? That would have been the smartest thing to do!At the count of two, Andre runs through C4 and Diamond with a clothesline! Both of them fall to the floor, but it is C4 who Andre targets, grabbing his opponent by his blonde hair and forcing him into the exposed steel barricade!3!4!Axel Reid: Andre has lost it! He is just repeatedly punching C4 ... but here comes Diamond!Holding C4's small mirror aloft, Diamond charges at Andre with a hasty rescue attempt! Unfortunately, Andre sees Diamond coming and kicks him in the stomach, setting up another punch that Diamond takes squarely on the chin!6!7!Axel Reid: The referee is up to seven, and both of these competitors are still in the aisle-way!Having disposed of Diamond momentarily, Andre looks back at C4, who catches Mosely with a knee to the stomach. Andre doubles over, and this allows C4 to whip Andre into the barricade, giving him some time to gain some distance from his enraged foe!8!9!Axel Reid: We're at nine!Ruby Parvati: Run back to the ring, Carlton!Instead of heeding Ruby's advice, C4 helps up Diamond, and the both of them scurry to the backstage area like wounded animals. C4 continues to feel his face, all while Andre pushes himself away from the barricade.10!!!After reaching the count of ten, the referee signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell! The crowd instantly know what this means, and they boo heavily without a shred of remorse!Axel Reid: There's ten, and this match has ended in a Double Count-Out!Ruby Parvati: Andre was lured outside by Carlton's retreat. That's what cost him the victory.Axel Reid: Carlton Grace was running away from the fight, and as a fighter, Andre wanted to bring C4 back so that they could end it fair and square! This was an absolute travesty!Audibly growling, Andre also knows what has happened. He punches the air in protest, completely angered by Carlton's escape.Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentleman ... since Carlton Grace The Fourth and Andre Mosely both failed to answer the referee's count of ten, this match has hereby been ruled a DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!!!As if knowing the result already wasn't bad enough, the official announcement causes Andre to yell loudly. A couple officials come out to help calm Andre down, but he refuses to listen to them and barges his way past them, storming towards the backstage area. The officials follow him closely, making sure he does not go after Carlton Grace.Axel Reid: I can only apologize for the non-result we just got here, folks. I did not expect that at all, but C4 just showed me that cowardice still exists in professional wrestling...Ruby Parvati: Was it truly cowardice, or was it a wise decision?Axel Reid: What are you talking about?Ruby Parvati: If Andre cannot control his temper, then he would have likely hospitalized Carlton inside that ring. He was thinking of his future when he left the ring.Axel Reid: Or maybe he's so caught up on his appearance that he put that in front of being a true wrestler!Ruby Parvati: Whatever you believe, Axel ... he still gets my juices flowing... maybe more than you do...Axel Reid: We'll ... be right back, folks...
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 9:48:48 GMT -6
Head Games? The camera fades backstage in a dimly lit hallway where we see "Grade A" PKA leaning into a mirror, a single light on over it. PKA is examining his eyes. He then brings his hand up with an eyeliner pencil in it, and traces around his left eye to make sure he has his 'guyliner' just right. Suddenly, there is a voice heard from the shadows. Man's Voice: Not even booked on the show. You're better than this Pat-a-tat-tat.. PKA sees the silhouette of who he thinks is a friend of his, Mr. Rottentreats. PKA: At least I have a job here, clown. PKA pushes the silhouette. it falls, and a face painted manikin head rolls to PKA's feet. PKA pulls his phone out and turns on the flashlight app. PKA: Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Where are you? PKA moves the flashlight while he looks left, and right. PKA: ...where are you... He waits for his friend to show up, but he's nowhere. After putting the phone down on the table, PKA picks up the painted manikin head and sighs as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 9:50:27 GMT -6
Jarek Vs. Scott Knight We return from the ad break to the buzzing Minnesota crowd as we pan the ring to find Jerry Heisenberg and one of the referees in the ring, ready for the next match to come along. Axel Reid: Welcome back, folks! What a show we’ve had for you thus far and it doesn’t stop here as up next we have a highly anticipated match between Jarek and Scott Knight. Ruby Parvati: Highly anticipated indeed...The ever so sexy Jarek facing off against the muscular man slave, Scott Knight. Axel Reid: Man slave? Really, Ruby? Ruby Parvati: Yeah! I mean...JEAH! Knight is Mistress Lovecraft’s man slave, that’s the way I see it. Axel Reid: Well, whatever he is it’s quite obvious that Knight is a dangerous competitor but take nothing away from Jarek. This should be a good one, let’s head to Jerry Heisenberg for the introductions. Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is schedule for one fall... Making his way to the ring, from San Fransisco, California. He stands at 6’5” and weighs in tonight at 253 pounds...He is the life of the party...JAAAARRREEEKKKK!! "I Can't... get... no... SLEEP!" The phrase "Get it how you live!" flashes across the screen just as DJ Tiesto's "Insomnia" starts up on the speaker system. The pace to the music speeds up while several strobe lights shine down atop the ramp way entrance. The arena lighting grows dim, giving off more of a nightclub atmosphere than anything else Ruby Parvati: Get it how you live, Axel! Wooooo! Paaaarrtttaayyy! Axel Reid: Would you sit down and try to act professional!? And get the hell off my lap, Ruby! All of a sudden, a colorful array of pyrotechnics shoot off seconds before Jarek makes his rather dramatic entrance from behind the curtains. This sends the crowd into an uproar of cheers and jeers as the party animal gradually makes his way down the aisle. Every so often, lowering his expensive pair of shades to make eye contact with a woman he probably deems attractive in the front row. Now at ringside, Jay rolls under the bottom ropes but is quickly back on his feet. He faces the entrance ramp and grabs hold of the top rope now with one hand while simultaneously waving the other back and forth. Almost as if he's attempting to work the crowd. The beat to his theme reaches a fever pitch and right on cue, Jarek screams out "BEAT THAT F*N BEAT!". The fans in attendance along with Ruby chant along and pop as he begins to fist pump repeatedly. However, his excitement is short lived for just as soon as his theme fades out, he begins to take off his shades while loosening up near his respective corner. Ruby Parvati: Whew! That entrance gets me excited every single time...I’m a hot mess now, darn! Axel Reid: Pull yourself together, Ruby we have a match to call. Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana. He stands at 6’4” and weighs 245 pounds....Being accompanied to the ring by “The Mistress” Lillith Lovecraft, he is “The Blackguard” SCCCOOOOTTTT KNIGHTTTT!!!! The lights lower as the opening of The Cruxshadows' "Sophia" begins to play. "The human animal is a beautiful and terrible creature, capable of limitless compassion and unfathomable cruelty." Axel Reid: Oh dear… Mistress Lovecraft strides through the entryway and briefly poses before beckoning for Knight to join her. He steps dutifully to her side. A strobing spotlight settles on the pair, and both make their way to the ring. Reaching ringside, he steps forward and leaps to the apron, holding the ropes for The Mistress to enter the ring. Knight steps through the ropes, where The Mistress whispers some final words of encouragement before kissing one cheek, slapping the other, and sliding from the ring to watch the carnage. Scott rubs his cheek with a smile as he looks across the ring at Jarek who strangely stares onward towards Lovecraft who has a wicked smirk on her face. Jerry exits the ring and the referee checks both men for any hidden weapons before signalling for the bell to ring. Ruby Parvati: Jarek has his eyes firmly set on...Mistress Lovecraft...what the f[bleep!]? Hey, Jarek! I’m over here?! DING! DING! DING! Axel Reid: And we’re under way…Both men are practically identical in terms of size, stature and frame. Jarek standing at 6’5” and 253 while Scott stands at 6’4” and 245 so there’s no clear size advantage between these two. Ruby Parvati: I dunno, Reid. Scott looks like the kinda guy to do roids...and you know what they say about men who do roids. (whispers) They have a tiny package. I say Jarek has the size advantage here. We hear Axel sigh in frustration as both men size each other up before locking in a collar and elbow tie up. Pushing back and forth trading momentum before the slightly larger Jarek follows through and traps Scott in a tightly gripped waist lock but Knight isn’t trapper for long as, quite early on in the match, he shows off his physical strength by forcefully separating the grip that Jarek had and turns it into an arm wrench. Scott whips Jarek’s arm before applying more pressure which in turn drops Whitaker to one knee. In one swift movement, Knight drops Jarek’s arm and runs the ropes, springing off of them and meeting back with Jarek and he connects with a falling clothesline straight from hell to which The Mistress claps and cheers her Scott on. Axel Reid: Wicked clothesline from Knight there! Nearly took of Jarek’s head off! Ruby Parvati: Pun intended? Axel Reid: Huh? What? Oh...Haha, No, no…. Scott looks over to his Mistress for reassurance who smiles and nods towards him. Jarek meanwhile is reeling on the canvas, still stunned from the quite sudden clothesline. Knight grabs a handful of the waxed up hair of Whitaker and lifts him back up to his feet before irish whipping him into the corner before charging behind him and crushing the Cali native in the corner with full force. He then leans Jarek back and opens up Whitaker’s chest before lighting it up with a fierce knife edge chop right across his chest. Whitaker wastes no time in returning the favour with a headbutt back to Knight before he throws Scott into the corner and lights up the “Blackguard” with a knife edge chop of his own before following it up with a huge rolling elbow. Ruby Parvati: Jare Bear is trying to build a comeback here...vicious elbow to the jaw and cheekbone. Axel Reid: Indeed he is, whips Knight into the opposite corner with all his might! With Scott in the diagonal corner Jarek charges with a full head of steam and nails Knight with a running knee lift which drops Knight into a seated position in the corner, Jarek runs to the opposite end of the ring with a deep breath he fist pumps to which the crow roar back. The Mistress is furious as she can sense what’s about to come...he darts towards Knight and does a somersault senton into the corner as the crowd explode at the impact of the move! Axel Reid: Cannonball senton! He crashes right into Knight! The Black Knight is in trouble! Ruby Parvati: Jarek rolls back out of the corner and drags Knight out of there too by his legs before leaping on top of the silent big man and hooks the leg! The referee drops to the mat and… 1 . . . 2 . . . Knight kickouts! Much to the delight of Lovecraft who breathes a sigh of relief! Jarek slowly gets back up to his feet, lifting up Knight behind him before placing him into a headlock. Knight pushes Jarek off of him to which he uses as added momentum, bouncing off the ropes but Scott’s already scouted it stopping Jarek in his tracks with a stiff boot to the bread basket before reaching over and grappling J-Whit into a gutwrench position. Axel Reid: Scott now trying to build a comeback in this back and forth contest between to big men! Parvati: In more ways than one...hehe. Scott lifts Jarek up into a gutwrench suplex, a huge gutwrench suplex! He floats over for a cover with a devil’s sneer to boot! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . Jarek barely gets an arm up! Axel Reid: Two quick pin attempts from both men, neither able to get the 3 though! Scott wastes no time getting back up to his feet, out of desperation he looks down at his Mistress who points to the turnbuckle. Knight obliges and follows the orders of his beloved Lilith and begins to climb the turnbuckle from inside the ring. Axel Reid: The Mistress now shouting orders from ringside, doing her part in getting Knight to the victory here but it’s wasting a whole lot of time. Ruby Parvati: It kinda makes Scott look a little week, being controlled by a much smaller woman. Axel Reid: That’s surprising, I thought you of all people would be all for a overpowered, in control woman who has quite the leash on...her man? I don’t even know. But what I do know is Jarek is in big trouble here as Knight is setting up for that Moonsault. The big man flips backwards off the top turnbuckle and connects with a perfectly executed moonsault as the fans, despite not liking Scott Knight very much, give him a huge pop for his efforts. That of course doesn’t phase the big man whose solely focused on inflicting more pain on Jarek. Ruby Parvati: Hazard fans eat your friggin heart out! For a man his size you don’t really expect a moonsault out of him. Instead of going for the cover, Knight eerily crawls backwards before sitting on his haunches and then getting back up to a vertical base, not taking his eyes of his opponent. Lovecraft is shouting at her “knight” to finish Jarek off. Whitaker is reeling on the ground from the moonsault and after a few moments of stalking his prey, he pulls Jarek back up to his feet and locks Jay Dub in a Stunner headlock position before swinging back and planting Jarek’s head into the mat as the crowd “ooooh” on impact! Ruby Parvati: Scott is firmly in control now, that’s called Divine Vengeance I believe...what a sick move! This could be all she wrote for Jare Bear! Axel Reid: Scott hooks the leg! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . NO! Jarek barely gets the shoulder up! Axel Reid: Whoa! Jarek kicks out! Jarek kicks out! Look at the look on Knight’s face, hell look at the look on Lilith Lovercrafts’ face! Astounding stuff from Jarek here! Ruby Parvati: Jay Kay is showing that he ain’t just spray tan and fist pumps! He’s full of action and probably spe- Axel Reid: Don’t finish that sentence! We’re a family entertainment show, Ruby! Ruby Parvati: I was gonna say, probably spe-ctacular skill. I don’t know what you’re blabbering on about, Reid. Knight is once again looking to his Mistress for direction! Her only reply is a slit of her throat with her thumb to which Knight nods with a sadistic grin on his face. He lifts Jarek up once again and raises the not so light individual over his shoulder before placing him on the top turnbuckle, clearly setting up for his finisher, “Knightfall”. Ruby Parvati: Looks like the party is over for my man Jarek...Damn shame. Axel Reid: I wouldn’t count Whitaker out just yet, Ruby! He’s a fighter after all. And fight does Jarek, who escapes the clutches of Knight and hops off the turnbuckle the two start to trade blows before out of the blue Jarek takes Knight out with a discuss clothesline! The crowd roar with cheers as Jarek steps out of the ring and onto the apron before climbing up the very same turnbuckle he just got off. Suddenly out of nowhere The Mistress is up on the apron, distracting the ref and trying to grab the attention of Jarek. She momentarily succeeds before Jarek realises Knight is staggering to his feet. Whitaker leaps off the turnbuckle and strikes Scott Knight like a dart with a missile dropkick. Knight gets back up to walk right into a snap suplex from Whitaker who is running off of the fans energy! Ruby Parvati: It’s like he heard you, Axel! Jarek isn’t going down without a fight, that’s for sure. Axel Reid: This crowd is solely behind the party animal! Beautiful snap suplex! He gazes into the crowd with an ear to ear smile on his face before chanting out the phrase "BEAT THAT F*N BEAT!" to which the fans chant along with him. He fist pumps several times before hitting the ropes and bouncing back towards the downed Knight. He fist pumps a couple more times after coming to a stop before planting a fist directly into the sternum of his adversary! Ruby Parvati: BEAT THAT F’N BEAT, AXEL! Jarek goes for a cover! The fans are roaring! I’m getting really friggin horny! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . ? NOOO! Knight somehow gets the shoulder up as Jarek rolls off Knight and lays on his back, absolutely exhausted. Suddenly Jarek kips up and throws his fist in the air as the crowd begin to chant… Crowd: JEAH! JEAH JEAH! JEAH! JEAH! Ruby Parvati: This crowd are not fans of The Mistress and Scott Knight, as much as I love me some Jay Dub I think it’s quite silly of these fans to not cheer and chant for a guy like Scott Knight. Knight stirs a little before pushing himself up to his knees. Jarek fist pumps a few times before charging forward as he goes for “Vanilla Thunder”, that Busaiku Knee kick but Scott dodges the bullet and Jarek halts right in front of Lilith Lovecraft who is once again on the turnbuckle she sneers towards Whitaker who emotionless right now. Suddenly a smirk appears on his face as he reaches out and...pushes a bit of her hair behind her ear before following up with a flying kiss and a little air humping as Jarek mouths “A little bump and grind after, baby!”. The crowd roars with a mixture of confusion and cheers as Lovecraft looks back at Jarek in disgust. Axel Reid: What the…? Ruby Parvati: Are you kidding me?! He’s choosing her over me? What the f[bleep!] Jarek!? I though we had something? Axel Reid: I don’t think he’s ever talked to you, Ruby Ruby Parvati: Shut the f[bleep!] up, Reid. Jarek turns around just to get a boot to the gut and being hoisted up in the air and being placed quickly on the top turnbuckle, before Jarek can react, Knight grabs Jay by the head, places the chin onto his shoulder before yanking it all down to the mat in a sick variation of a turnbuckle assisted jawbreaker that Knight calls…”Knightfall”. Axel Reid: That whole thing was a distraction by Lovecraft! Damnit, not this way! Ruby Parvati: Poor Jare Bear got distracted! Knightfall! Cover! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 ! ! ! DING! DING! DING! “Sofia” by The Cruxshadows hollow throughout the arena as Knight sits back on his knees as Jarek lays in a defeated heap. Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of the match via Knightfall…”The Blackguard”...SCOOOOTTTTTT KNIGHTT!!! The referee goes to raise Knight’s hand but is stopped by The Mistress who raises Knight’s hand in victory instead. Axel Reid: An impressive display once again by Scott Knight and Jarek Whitaker but Scott prevailed thanks to a damned assist by Lilith Lovecraft. Ruby Parvati: Looks like Jarek is gonna need a mistress after all...Might slip him my hotel room key. Lovecraft yanks at the hair of Knight who has a sick grin on his face as we fade out.
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 9:51:43 GMT -6
The Tribulations of Fame
A lone camera shows Darius Yates standing backstage, occupying a plain corridor with a microphone readily in hand. Behind him, a door that leads to the men's locker room can be seen, currently closed to keep the wrestlers' sense of privacy intact. Darius smiles smartly towards the camera, adorned in a sharp, grey suit that seems to bring out his smooth features. Darius Yates: Ladies and gentleman, in just a few short moments, we will witness the debut of Alexander Oliver as he wrestles his first match in Visionaries of Wrestling. But the man he will be facing is the man I am about to interview, a man who has gathered quite the following over the years with his technical talents and with his passion for the business. I am of course talking about "The Silver Knight", Matt Slater. The crowd inside the Roy Wilkins Auditorium cheer loudly and respectfully, clearly anticipating the debut of Matt Slater more so than the debut of Alexander Oliver. Darius Yates: Just behind this door... Yates directs a thumb over his shoulder, perfectly aligned with the door and the sign that has been fastened to the painted wood. Darius Yates: Matt Slater waits, completely prepared and focused. I have heard some stories about his appearance and his attitude, but I cannot wait to hear what his thoughts are. Let's see what he has to say! Turning quickly, Yates adjusts his tie before he knocks on the door. The instant he lowers his hand, Yates smiles with anticipation. However, nothing seems to happen. After a few moments, Yates prepares to knock again. Suddenly the door opens, but only partially. Darius Yates: And here he is! After Yates' excitable introduction, a head pops out between the doorframe and the door itself. Unfortunately, it does not belong to Matt Slater. Instead, it belongs to his friend Matt Falcon, looking bewildered at the sight of Darius Yates. Matt Falcon: You aren't the pizza guy ... are you...? Yates blinks, taken aback by Falcon's enquiry. Darius Yates: No, I'm Darius Yates... Matt Falcon: ... Darius Yates: The resident Interview for Visionaries of Wrestling? Matt Falcon: ... OH! Right! Yeah ... you're not the pizza guy. False alarm... Falcon's head then retreats back into the room, shortly before the door begins to close. Yates stops the door from the closing with a push of his hand, but the room beyond is only half-revealed before Falcon stands in the way, pushes the door forward and keeps his head between the gap again. Matt Falcon: Whad'ya want? You're not one of them creepy, stalker types, are ya? Darius Yates: What? No, of course not! I just wanted to ask Matt Slater a couple of questions! Matt Falcon: Like what? Darius Yates: ... Well if I could meet him...? Matt Falcon: Ya can ask me. I'm approachable ... especially if you're a woman with a nice pair of... Darius Yates: Please, no profanity. Matt Falcon: ... No profanity? Was I vulgar? Am I... Shaking his head, Falcon retreats back into the room for a few seconds. His voice travels outside the door as Yates looks towards the camera with an awkward expression on his face. Matt Falcon: Am I vulgar? ... What do you mean I am? ... Well you look like Boba Fett, so there! ... Bloody hell... Falcon's head appears again, looking rather annoyed at the short interaction he had with Slater behind the scenes. Matt Falcon: So ... apparently ... I can be a little ... creative with my speech. But damn it, that's who I am. Now what were ya sayin'? Darius Yates: I ... I was ... oh, what's the use... Matt Falcon: Come on, just ask me a question, will ya? Yates sighs in agreement, although he appears reluctant to do so. Darius Yates: Fine. How is Matt Slater feeling about wrestling in VOW for the first time? Matt Falcon: Oh, well he's feelin' ... well, he's sorta ... hold on... Once again, Falcon retreats into the room. Yates can barely contain himself as he resists the urge to face-palm. Matt Falcon: This Yates guy is askin' how you're feelin ... ... do I have to use those big words? Silence follows until Falcon appears again, caressing his forehead with his fingers in remembrance. Matt Falcon: Okay, he says he's ready to be the bloody Silver Knight ... like he usually is ... and he's gonna prove that honor and stuff can still exist in wrestlin' and blahdy blah. You get the idea, thanks bye. Before Falcon can disappear and close the door, Yates interrupts his exit. Darius Yates: And how about the webcast Alexander Oliver recorded in regards to Matt Slater? Matt Falcon: ... Beg ya pardon? Darius Yates: Alexander Oliver pretty much said that he was not as famous as Matt Slater, but he feels like Matt Slater has other problems on his mind, and that this will help him achieve victory in VOW and become famous in the process. Do you agree? Falcon remains silent for a few seconds, digesting the information with a blank stare. Matt Falcon: ... I'll tell ya this, Yeti boy. Darius Yates: Yates. My last name is Yates. Matt Falcon: Gotcha. Anyway ... fame isn't all it's cracked up to be, ya know? I mean you've got my mate Slater back here lookin' like a Stormtrooper, and do ya know why he looks like that? Because certain arseholes can't accept that Slater's fame was built on respect and sacrifice. They can't accept that he's loved and admired for his skills and heart, and they try and make him suffer. He's a great wrestler with a big heart, but when you're famous, ya get more people targettin' ya, more people chasin' ya, more people wantin' to use ya until they can stab that knife deep into your back and twist it. Money and riches? He doesn't work for that, ya see? He loves wrestlin', plain and simple. So if Alexander Oliver thinks that fame will make his life better, he's got another thing comin'! Are we done now? Darius Yates: I just have one more question. Seth Iser recently caused some problems with Matt Slater, and now he is targetting Reya Serra for her beliefs. How does he feel about that ... and how does he feel about Seth...? Suddenly, Falcon stops Yates with a wave of his hand. Yates looks confused before Falcon heads into the room, and this time he opens the door wider. The locker room is finally revealed, completely empty with the exception of several sports bags and clothes, and as the cameraman moves, we see the rear view of Matt Slater, stood with his back turned to the door. He is fully dressed in his wrestling attire, complete with a short silver jacket. Yates hesitates as he looks at Slater, a man who does not turn around as the crowd cheer. Matt Slater: In due time, Darius ... the consequences of his actions ... will be dealt with accordingly. Justice will prevail ... in due time... but for now ... honor will be resurrected ... and once it breathes ... only then will the future turn bright... With a smile, Falcon then waves Yates off and firmly closes the door. Yates stands there perplexed for a second before he shudders back to reality, looking at the camera shortly thereafter. Darius Yates: There you have it, folks. It looks like Matt Slater is set for action. Back to you, Axel and Ruby!
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 16:00:03 GMT -6
Matt Slater Vs. Alexander Oliver The crowd cheer loudly as "Through The Fire" by Day of Fire begins to play. Once the instrumental piano notes cease, being followed by a harmonious power ballad, blue and white strobe lights flash around the arena, introducing the arrival of Matt Slater. The Silver Knight walks out from behind the curtain, wearing his customary wrestling gear and a waist-length silver jacket. A silver and black mask also covers his face, complete with blue lenses that expose his serious eyes. Slater scans the crowd from the stage before he looks towards the ring, eventually embarking on a brisk walk down the aisle. Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is a singles match, scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first... standing 6’1” and weighing 227 lbs. Hailing from Manchester, England... He is the Silver Knight!!! MATT SLATER!!! Axel Reid: What a treat it is to have on the second episode of Breakthrough!, the debut of Matt Slater. One of the most decorated athletes in our business. Technically gifted, technically sound. ‘The Silver Knight’ is now exclusive to VoW! Ruby Parvati: Meh, I’d be more excited if he didn’t hide his boyish good looks behing that hideous mask. Axel Reid: You know very well that Slater wears that mask for protection. As before VoW opened, he fought Seth Iser in a three falls of honor match which saw Iser blow the dreaded red mist right in Slater’s face. Ruby Parvati: Yeah well now he looks like a reject Black Manta from the Aquaman comics. Axel Reid: You read comics? Ruby Parvati: No. Slater reaches the ringside area and uses the stairs to ascend onto the apron. Looking around momentarily, Slater avoids mounting the turnbuckle and instead climbs through the ropes. He pauses near the corner and gazes around the arena, soaking in the numerous reactions from the crowd. Upon listening to their calls, Slater walks to the ropes facing the hard-camera and raises his arms, receiving a stronger ovation in the process. The crowd continue to cheer him as he lowers his arms, removes his jacket and passes it to a staff member outside the ring. “Adagio For Strings” by DJ Tiësto spill on out of the sound system as a flock of women step out from the tunnel. They dance to the hypnotizing synthesizer. And as the beat fades in with the first singular note of percussion, Alexander Oliver steps out under a spotlight and holds his arms out and spins around on the stage. As the percussion kicks in, the spotlight is replaced by a beat sensitive strobe light and along with his flock of women, Oliver makes his way down to the ring. Jerry Heisenberg: His opponent... standing 6’2” and weighing 220 lbs. Hailing from Lisbon, Portugal... ALEXANDER OLIVER!!! Axel Reid: We also have the debut have international supermodel, Alexander Oliver. Ruby, where are you going? Ruby takes off her head set and gyrates to the beat of Oliver’s theme music. She makes her way around ringside before meeting with Alexander and his female entourage and starts dancing with them. Oliver reaches out for Ruby’s hand and kisses it before jumping up on the apron, he turns back to the camera and freezes with a trademark pout that only a professional model can give. Ruby makes her way back to the announce table as the flock of women dance their way back up the ramp way. Axel Reid: Ruby, what were you doing? You can’t just leave the table like that. You and I are here to call a match. Ruby Parvati: Well excuse me, for having some fun. The music was infectious and I had to see Alexander Oliver up close. Now that I have, I can officially say that his magazine pics are not photoshopped. That man is as beautiful in person as he is in print. Axel Reid: Is it out of your system? Ruby Parvati: Is what out of my system? Axel Reid: Just promise me you won’t get out of your seat until the show’s over. Ruby Parvati: Only if you sit on me, big boy. Ruby winks over to Axel as he shakes his head. The camera is back to the rind as the referee just finishes patting down Slater and goes over to pat down Oliver, who is reluctant to let the official touch him. Axel Reid: I wonder if Alexander Oliver has something to hide, right now? Ruby Parvati: No, it’s a beautiful people thing. We don’t like to be touched unless it’s by another beautiful person. Oliver finally allows the official to check him and the bell rings kicking off the contest. Matt Slater steps forward and extend his hand out for a handshake to kick off the match with a show of respect and sportsmanship. Alexander Oliver looks around with a raised eyebrow and extend his hand out as well. However he feints it and comes his previously extended hand through his hair. Turning his back to Slater he laughs. Axel Reid: What a show of disrespect. Slater was being man enough to offer a show of respect towards Oliver, but the Portuguese Pretty Boy obviously doesn’t have a mutual respect for Slater. Ruby Parvati: This VoW where respect has to be earned. It’s not just given out. Just because Matt Slater is heavily decorated throughout the wrestling world. It doesn’t mean he needs anybody’s respect. No, Alexander... Don’t turn around... Oliver turns back towards Slater who takes him over with a arm drag. Oliver back up to his feet runs back toward Slater, who again takes Oliver over with another armdrag, Slater keeps Oliver’s arm hooked and pulls at the shoulder. Axel Reid: In the opening moments of the match, Matt Slater dictates the pace like the veteran that he is. Oliver twisting his face and slapping back where Slater is pulling on his shoulder twists his face is emotions of pain before fighting back up to his feet, taking away Slater’s leverage. Oliver proceeds to open palm strike Slater’s abdominal region before forcing the Silver Knight to give up the hold. The supermodel then hits numerous elbow smashes to the side of the head causing Slater to stagger back. Oliver runs the ropes and takes Slater down with a spinning heel kick. Axel Reid: Now Alexander Oliver with very impressive offense. Ruby Parvati: Anything an impressive man does is impressive. Especially his offense. I mean I wouldn’t mind playing defense against him. Oliver looks down at Slater who’s slowly getting back up to his feet before striking a pose. He runs the ropes as Slater his up to his knees and goes for a soccer kick to the chest. However Slater catches the foot and quickly takes Oliver down with a dragon screw. Slater fluidly follows it up with a half crab and pulls back on Oliver’s kicking leg. Axel Reid: Slater pulling back, just torquing the quads and the lower back of Oliver. Ruby Parvati: But Alexander is a supermodel... Supermodels can’t be twisted like pretzels. This is is uncivilized. Oliver holds his hand out like he wants to tap out... But he fights the urge, the temptation and instead reaches back and grabs the straps of Slater’s mask. Pulling his head back. Realizing, Oliver isn’t going to let go, Slater breaks the hold and Oliver releases him. Slater gets back up to his feet as Oliver limps up to his. Slater quickly grabs Oliver and whips him into the ropes and dips down, but Oliver intercepts it and drops Slater with a snap DDT. Oliver goes for the quick cover and hooks the leg. 1 2 Axel Reid: Slater out at two! The look of irritation creeping across Alexander Oliver’s face! Oliver starts stomping away at Slater as the Silver Knight attempts to get himself up to a vertical base. However Oliver uses his agility for a standing sunset flip, going for the cover again 1 2 Axel Reid: A kickout again by Slater. I do have to say this has been an impressive showing from Alexander Oliver thus far. If he can stick with it, I see a long and dominant career with VoW. Ruby Parvati: The more I can stare at him the better. He’s making my lady parts do amazing things. Both men are up to their feet and Oliver stalks Slater who is ready to hit a forearm smash but Oliver narrowly dodges it. Alexander Oliver: Do not touch my face! Slater puts his hands on his hips and shrugs before switching up to knee strikes to Alexander Oliver’s perfectly chiseled abs. Slater hits a bridging northern lights suplex bridging it for a cover of his own 1 2 Ruby Parvati: GOOOOOO! ALEXANDER!!! Axel: A kick out by Oliver! Ruby, we’re broadcasters... Not cheerleaders. Could you at least act like one? At this point both Slater and Oliver are at their knees trading blows. Oliver doing his best to dodge the shots coming for his face. Ruby Parvati: If Matt Slater messes up his face... The blows are going back and forth. No clear advantage going as the crowd gets louder with each and every strike that connects. Oliver hits a snap suplex on Slater. He then rolls the Silver Knight on his stomach and steps back. Oliver strikes multiple poses before he runs forward for his running stomp but Slater rolls out of the way and Oliver falls to the ground holding his leg in pain. Axel Reid: Oliver missed the Flight Cancelled. He took too long posing for the crowd and showing off his modeling experience. The middle of a match in the ring is not the right time or place. Ruby Parvati: You are way to serious. Slater sees his opening and grabs Oliver’s injured ankle and grips on for the ankle lock. Just torquing the injured the joint. Oliver starts shouting in pain and tries to crawl for the ropes. Slater with his ring awareness, stands up and pulls Oliver to the center of the ring. Before kneeling backdown twisting the ankle further. Axel Reid: We may see Matt Slater get the submission. Oliver is square in the center of the ring with nowhere to... Wait a minute. Ruby Parvati: You can do it Alexander! Oliver stopped his hand from tapping the mat and again tries to drag the similarly sized Matt Slater to the ropes. He trudges forward. Slater realizing that Oliver is making progress releases the hold and shakes his head in disbelief. Axel Reid: Matt Slater is a man who admires determination. Even though we can’t see it, I think he might be smiling underneath his mask. So much heart from the young man from Portugal. Oliver pulls himself up by the ropes and turns around staggering towards Slater on his bad leg. He goes for jumping clothesling, but Slater catches him. Slater works Oliver up onto his shoulders as the model tries to wiggle free. However it is to no avail as the Silver Knight hits his cutter on him. Axel Reid: SHOCKWAVE!!! Slater covers, hooks the leg. 1 2 3 “Through the Fire” plays over the arena as Slater sits up and raises his arm. Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of this contest... MATT SLATER!!! Axel Reid: What a close match. In a contest where it could have easily gone either way, Matt Slater walks away with the victory. Ruby Parvati: But this was Alexander Oliver’s debut here in VoW!!! He shoulda won! Axel Reid: Uh, Ruby... This was also Matt Slater’s VoW debut.
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 16:02:00 GMT -6
Zombies Everywhere As both Matt Slater and Alexander Oliver make their way away from the ring and to the backstage area, the fans begin murmuring to each other as they await the next match. But before it can begin, the sound of 'Let the Sparks Fly' by TFK rings through the arena. We see the crowd suddenly jump to their feet in excitement, as the well known blue strobes flash over them. The chorus is about to hit and, on cue, the lights flash over to the entrance, and there stands none other than the Queen, Vanessa. She lifts her arm at 'let me take you into the light', a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she then strolls down to the ring. Fans reach their arms out, still cheering, trying to catch the attention of the beloved woman in front of them. But V pays them no mind, shoving the ring announcer (Jerry Heisenberg), out of her way as she steps onto the mat and looks around, gesturing for a mic... Axel Reid: I wonder what Vanessa is out here for. She doesn't seem to be the type to go on a rant... Ruby Parvati: Well she's certainly no Seth Iser... in fact, I doubt she can even handle that man. Though I'd like to... Axel Reid: Right....... well, I doubt he's the focus of V's appearance... Ruby Parvati: I honestly don't care. Wake me up when it's over, mmk? Ruby yawns dramatically, and our view pans back to Nessa, who studies the mic in her hand. She lifts her electric blue eyes to the still excited crowd, before raising an arm and holding up her first two fingers... in what's known as the 'V' in American Sign Language. She smirks as the crowd does the same, before V puts the mic to her lips. Vanessa: Well dayum. Queeny was right. Zombies! Zombies EVERYWHERE! ERRYYWHEEERRE! Ruby Parvati: Ugh. Shouldn't we have mental health exams before accepting people into VOW? Axel Reid: I think most of our roster wouldn't be here if we went by that rule... Ruby Parvati: Valid point... mmm, cute AND smart. Axel Reid: U-uh... ANYWAY! Vanessa looks around some more, then finally continues her thought. Vanessa: I'm timing myself, so I don't waste my breath for too long on you people. Only a minute out here, so I'll be quick. Queeny's gotten in my head. I mean, she's already there, but she's been makin' some valid points. FOR EXAMPLE! Smoke suddenly flies up around V, and when it dissipates... there's her signature beverage in her hand. She takes a sip of the coffee (iced this time) and then moves forward. She looks at the few people at the front, cheering her on excitedly. With a scowl, Nessa suddenly throws her iced coffee right into the face of the nearest crowd member!! The fan is DOUSED in the caffeinated beverage, as both commentators gasp in unison. But rather than get pissed off.... the fan just starts laughing and begins exclaiming that they'll never wash themself again........ Ruby Parvati: What in the.... Axel Reid: Is... Is it really impossible for the fans to turn against her?! Vanessa: I TOLD YOU! What the heck is WRONG with you people?! I just threw COFFEE on you! BE MAD! The crowd just continues laughing and clapping, and she slaps a palm to her forehead, growling into the mic in her hand. Vanessa: Looks as though my experiment was quite the success peasant... Vanessa: Yeah yeah, I get it Queeny... we're surrounded by braindead n00bs who follow without thinking. So what do we do? There's silence, as the fans finally calm down and stop applauding. V looks around at them for a moment, before a wicked grin crawls upon her face. She lifts her fingers again, in the V, but kisses them before throwing them in the air. The crowd explodes, also lifting their arms... evoking a sardonic laugh from the Queen, who lowers her arm and shakes her head. Vanessa: Well, you don't need to answer. I'm just gonna do what I always do... just crank it up a bit, and have an 'extreme' amount of fun. These idiots won't even know what hit 'em. CHEA! With that, V throws the mic at Jerry, then hops out of the ring and heads up the ramp, slapping away the still reaching hands of her obsessive fans...
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 16:08:56 GMT -6
Logan Rourke Keegan Vs. Joka Axel Reid: Well coming up here…this match will NOT be for the faint of heart. You have the new comer Logan Rourke-Keegan against the sadistic…unpredictable Joka. Ruby Parvati: Hm…I wonder what the kid’ll bring against the veteran. Might be a night of youth…rising up. Axel Reid: Joka just gives me the creeps…and I don’t know if I feel safe here. Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…from OKC…weighing in tonight at 270 pounds…The King of the Cage…The Joka! "Torn Apart" begins playing and Joka's old entrance video package appears on the Monitor as red and green strobes start going off on the stage. The crowd stands up and begins booing wildly as the music begins skipping erratically and distorting. The music begins looping on the chorus as screen tears begin appearing on the video playing. Suddenly blood begins dripping down the huge screen as the words "Torn Apart" loop over and over again on the music. The crowd is abuzz with excitement, knowing what is coming next. Suddenly the house lights go off in the arena and the place is awash in total darkness. The crowd goes silent and suddenly the blood dripping in the video congeals into words... I'm Watching You "In The House, In A Heartbeat" by John Murphy begins playing softly through the speakers of the arena as the crowd begins humming in unison to the song. Red lights come on and illuminate the arena in crimson as the cameras zoom in to see Joka and his manager Monster standing at the top of the stage. Monster towering over Joka with his arms crossed as Joka stands with his head down and his long dreadlocks covering his face, swaying eerily side-to-side to the music. The cameras and the crowd catch a glimpse of the clown peeking up from behind his hair as the lights go out again. The crowd continues humming that macabre instrumental as they sway together in the darkness that Joka has plunged them into. Suddenly the lights come back on with Joka and Monster standing outside of the ring, Joka still swaying side-to-side to his music, his head still down and his face still covered by his long dreads with Monster still standing with his arms crossed. Joka slowly begins walking up the steel stairs into the ring as the red lights go out and the house lights come back on. Joka crawls over the top turnbuckle like a spider climbing up a wall and whips his head back violently, showing a sadistic smile on his face to the bloodthirsty elation of the crowd. His hair is covered in blood and the red liquid is starting to drip down his face as he jumps off the turnbuckle and spins around in the ring, psychotically staring out into the crowd in all directions. The crowd begins heckling Joka over and over again as Joka licks his thumb and kneels down, shining the metal tip of his steel toed boots with a smile like a golfer shining the tip of his driver. The chanting is thunderous and it drowns out his music, which has reached its crescendo and has come full circle back to the eerily quiet part. Joka slowly walks over to the corner and falls back into it, his knees up and his arms resting slightly on each one. The Monster walks over to the turnbuckle Joka is sitting at and leans in, whispering into his ear as Joka smiles sadistically again. His cold eyes staring out from behind his dreadlocks as his music dies down and the crowd goes silent. Axel Reid: Joka’s actions certainly haven’t been forgiven after a week. I don’t think things can be more personal between the veteran hardcore warrior and his rival Cera. Here though…I think he might have to dig back more into his previous MMA styled training to fully understand the newcomer that’s about to greet him. Ruby Parvati: The newcomer Logan Rourke-Keegan seems to have the mentality of if he has an issue…he will punch you in the face! Jerry Heisenberg: And the opponent…making his debut in professional wrestling. He hails from Lurgen, Ireland…weighing in tonight at 215 pounds…Logan Rourke-Keegan! The song ‘Different Way’ by Pipes and Pints starts to blare through as the audience gives the newcomer’s music a warm introduction…predominately because of who he’s facing…and LRK busts through the curtain, almost pacing back and forth with full intensity knowing he’s about to be in a big fight. There’s even a little bit of an arrogant smirk on his face as he jogs down the ramp, full of piss and vigor, before he leaps over the top rope and sneers at his opponent this evening. Ruby Parvati: I was expecting a little more…size wise from this kid if you get my drift. In most corners…in the wrestling world you certainly have an uphill fight with a decent portion of the roster in terms of raw power. Axel Reid: He’s a pit fighter. He doesn’t give a damn…and he’ll fight you…and it looks like he has one of the toughest opening matches a rookie could ever have…but I think his right hand might be comparable to that of a well trained boxer…and he is hungry to make an impact. The bell rings and there isn’t much hesitation. The veteran Joka darts a little from side to side trying to provoke the younger man to charge and he does, going in with a hard right which Joka anticipates and ducks before chopping the younger, smaller athlete with a knife edged chop and doing so a second time before he goes in for a right hand. It’s instinctively blocked by the younger man who responds by firing a big right hand that rocks Joka…and after a second right hand…he’s reeling before a third knocks the bigger man down but as he gets on his knees…there’s a big old grin on the masochistic one’s face…he’s having the time of his life taking those right hands. Axel Reid: There’s that big right hand coming into play. Ruby Parvati: Joka gets off on pain like a porn star gets off o--- Axel Reid: H-HEY! We need to stay in the decent graces of the censors here! As Joka gets to his feet, he’s staggered back again by a well placed kick to the mid section and LRK, instinctively goes after the man rather than letting him rebound after you and him coming in like that gets him drilled with an elbow strike to the forehead and then he’s caught in a Thai Clutch and the repeated knees to the face follow before he breaks the clutch willingly…and just drops him with a straight right hand and he’s smirking in enjoyment at the punishment he’s dishing out like he was what he received. Ruby Parvati: Joka’s going to get on top of him here if I had to take a guess. Axel Reid: You can’t guess Joka…not only is he sick in the head…you literally DON’T know what he’s going to throw. Instead of the mount, Joka just delivers a swift soccer ball styled kick to the mid-section to provoke Logan to get back to his feet. Logan starts rising and when Joka goes with an overhand blow, Logan goes to the ribcage with a big right hand to give him enough time to get to his feet. Then a left hand…and a second left before a big round house right directly to the mouth before a straight kick right to the mouth again finally reels Joka back down in a match that’s been more of a brawl or a MMA fight than a wrestling match. Joka after being knocked down though…notices a trinkle of blood going down his lip…and that brief moment as he gets to his feet… he just nods his head as he wipes the blood off before charging back into Logan with a high knee that connects and sends him reeling. Changing tactics for a second, he just springs off the middle rope and quickly changes the tide with his Flying Grenade. Axel Reid: That’s the closest thing I’ve ever seen to Joka actually showing someone respect for what they just did to him…but since his opponent won’t irish whip him even if he’s close to the ropes…he got some distance with the high knee and then showed some of the agility of his younger days with that clothesline. Ruby Parvati: I think in some respects…before the MMA training…Joka might feel like he’s fighting himself in some respects…a much younger version of himself…and just from the intensity of the punches…neither have an issue absorbing punishment. Axel Reid: One problem with that strategy…LRK might not have issues with taking punishment and coming back…but Joka THRIVES on pain…that’s what makes him so bat…well you know! Ruby Parvati: I certainly would like to whip Joka in a different capacity… Axel Reid: …what is wrong with you? Joka seems to have changed gears ever since tasting his own trinket of blood and goes on the attack on the downed man with a quick barrage of mounted punches before breaking at four, sneering at the ref…showing him that he does indeed have until five before delivering one more punch to the grill before get gets up and drags the younger man to his feet, putting an added knee to the stomach for a little emphasis to get him back pedaling to the ropes and as soon as he instinctively moves forward rebounding…Joka flapjacks him to the ground. Axel Reid: Experience edge starting to show as Joka knows his way around the ring. Even in his unpredictable movements…there is a genius fighter in there even if his lust for punishment both ways could be his Achilles heel. Ruby Parvati: The longer this goes, the more painful it might be to watch. Axel Reid: The better Logan’s chances could be, actually…so he might just have to endure this fury for a minute before capitalizing on something. Joka seems to enjoy seeing Logan squirm after he took the air out of him…and he just sits there…a psychotic look on his face waiting for LRK to stir and get to his feet. After that brief moment he powers the rising youngster onto his shoulder going for his version of the Oklahoma Slam The Clown Slam but LRK is wiggling out and pushes Joka away and as soon as Joka turns around he receives a big right to the face and then another right hand to reel him again before he ducks the third roundhouse right and there’s that left jab from Joka…popping him efficiently and swiftly…and then a second left jab…to reel him big time before a big right cross follows completing The Punchline. The crowd, which started to get hopeful at the quick flurry, boos Joka shutting it down. With a smirk at the jeers, Joka makes a full body cover. ONE TWO! T---LRK kicks out! Ruby Parvati: I’m surprised he didn’t hook the leg. Axel Reid: He didn’t intend to. He wants this kid to suffer and the way he covered him…full body over the stomach after he took the air out of him a couple of times…well it wouldn’t surprise me if he wanted this kid to puke in the middle of the ring feeling sick as well as punished. It’s another way to fatigue them. Joka doesn’t even seem the least bit…concerned. Hell, he almost seems happy the kid kicked out. With that sinister smirk on his face…he drags the man he’s wearing out slowly but surely and after one quick toe kick places him back over his shoulder…and this time after a couple steps of charge there’s the completed Clown Slam…a move that in the past has won him many championships but instead of going for the cover…he’s slinking back in the corner…a demonic look on his face like he’s enjoying seeing the kid gasp for air. After he rolls over there’s another soccer ball styled kick to the stomach to keep the air out of him and the crowd is getting angrier after every soccer ball kick…booing the man they love to hate in Joka. Axel Reid: Those kicks to the stomach are insulting. Ruby Parvati: It might be a sick course of motivation…to try to get this kid to hurt him again. That might be what it is…and just on those flurries he’s dished out…Logan is more than capable of doing that. Joka gleefully picks his opponent up, after delivering another big roundhouse right to get his attention a little more so, he irish whips him to the corner hard. After stalking him over there, he throws one quick chop to keep the pressure on before boosting him to the top rope…looking like he’s going for that Clownensteiner but as soon as he steps on the middle rope he’s booted right in the mouth twice to stagger him back and as soon as Joka regains his bearings enough...Logan is in the corner now and he charges and connects with that Yakuza Kick! The crowd, which had been jeering and booing occasionally at Joka, explodes in cheers that the tide is finally starting to turn. Ruby Parvati: He exploded out of that like he wanted a date with moi… Axel Reid: Erm…I doubt any of your doctor influenced…things would influence him. Ruby Parvati: Well f-*beep* you then. Axel Reid: How can you curse me out when this kid just exploded out of the corner like that trying to stay in this match? The ref does the mandatory standing ten count after that collision. The fans are counting along but begin to boo when around three, Joka is the first to stir and use the ropes to get himself up while Logan pulls himself to his knees. Joka goes over there and when he winds up for that overhand right, Logan hits one swift strike to the stomach to give him the space to stand again. Then there’s that left hand…and then a kick targeting the midsection and driving the air out of the veteran as the veteran did to him before he drops him with an overhand right! Axel Reid: Looks like the kid has found his second wind! Look at the pepper on those punches. Ruby Parvati: He’s fighting as if he’s not going to get paid at all if he loses this match. Joka staggers himself back up, the smile gone now that he’d dazed enough and he’s dropped back down with a hard right fist by the firing newcomer. Joka’s instincts compel him to get up again before he’s dropped down a third time with that hard right hand from Logan and the crowd is roaring in approval seeing Joka getting what is coming to him. After Joka gets up for that fourth time, the left hand that follows drives him into the corner and he starts kicking at his stomach and as soon as he lunges down, he’s stomping down more and more…the ref count is there and after four, Logan reluctantly stops before he just delivers one more pointed kick this time to the head…a receipt for what Joka did with the mounted punches earlier! Ruby Parvati: He’s fighting dirty. Axel Reid: Joka did that same thing to him earlier. It’s a little calculated payback. After backing away from the corner, Logan just pounds his fist on the mat three times waiting for Joka to get to his feet…and as soon as Joka does he charges for that superman punch but Joka steps into Logan as he’s in the air…catches him and spinebusters him to the ground driving the air out of him. Joka decides after a shake of the head and the boos of the audience that it’s not enough for him…and as soon as he drags LRK back to his feet…in position so that Joka is directly behind him…he drops him violently with what he calls the Joka’s Card! He swiftly covers, again full body on body. ONE! TWO! THR---LRK kicks out! Ruby Parvati: Where did this kid pull that from? Axel Reid: I don’t know but it looks like the veteran Joka’s going to have to find a different way to beat this kid. Joka lets out a sinister, shrill laugh…before his eyes turn almost satanic as he drags Logan to his feet with his brute strength. Like last time he goes in for that big headbutt and that dazes Logan before he hooks him going for the Sadist Slam. He lifts him high in the air but a desperate knee strike by Logan to the back of the cranium is enough to get Joka wobbily and Logan slips out the back barely. Joka turns around and he’s dropped hard with that Superman Punch! He falls to the canvas and Logan puts his arm as the crowd roars in approval hoping to see the sadistic clown parish! ONE! TWO! THRE---JOKA KICKS OUT! Axel Reid: My god…what the hell is it going to take to finish EITHER of these men at this point? Ruby Parvati: Look at Logan though…after that headbutt and that surge of adrenaline. The mind of Logan is continuing to push him to fight but after that charge of adrenaline faded after that punch…and the deflate of the kick out…it looks like his body is starting to show signs of being a little too beat up. With a nod, Logan picks Joka up slowly…and tries to lift him up for what he calls the Irish Death but he doesn’t get Joka off the ground and Joka just responds with another violent headbutt this time to the bridge of the nose and that staggers him. Axel Reid: Oh no…that headbutt again. This time…Joka takes things one step further by hooking him up for a powerbomb…and after a couple of steps for a charge, he powerbombs him into the turnbuckle as hard as he can! The whiplash causes Logan to stagger out but before he can fall over, Joka’s there to make sure he doesn’t…and he hooks him up for that Sadist Slam and this time…he connects and it thunders across the canvas! Joka makes the quick cover. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING DING DING! Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of the match…The Joka! Joka stands on his feet…glancing down at his opponent before rubbing another streak of blood that came from his lip off and there’s that smirk like he had the time of his life. Axel Reid: That was an amazing effort from a man who has never wrestled a match before in his life until today. He has nothing to be ashamed of in taking a multi time former world champion in just about every stop he’s ever been in to the limit like that. Ruby Parvati: But that sadistic clown just seems to always have another gear to go to when he has to…he found it…and that’s the difference. The gear gained from experience. Joka finally exits the ring and makes his way backstage while Logan is also beginning to stir. He eventually vanishes behind the curtains.
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 16:12:31 GMT -6
Hang in There, Kiddo
The scene opens up to the backstage area, where we see the one and only Clown Prince of Hardcore waltzing his way into his dressing room. He's obviously a tad worn-out, but still has a bit of cockiness to him after his victory of the night. As he gets into the room, however, the semi-good mood he was in dissipates immediately. Our view follows his gaze, and we see that Joka's room had been trashed. But that isn't the biggest concern... as we also notice a single noose, hanging in the middle of the room. A small chair sits below it, and as we hear nothing but silence, the camera's view trails back to Joka, who whispers...Joka: Where are you...?He hunches down, slinking through the room with the likeness of a ninja, as his eyes dart in all directions. He repeats what he said...Joka: Where are you?More silence, as the man glances at the noose, then continues slinking about... watching and waiting... before finally frustration sets in, and he screams in a shrill tone...Joka: WHERE ARE YOU?!Suddenly, we see none other than the Baddest Bitch herself, Cera, move from the shadows, right up behind him, only to whisper in his ear...Cera: Right here...BAM!!!Joka is knocked for a loop when the smaller woman suddenly snaps out her warhammer!! It hits hard, and he goes down, as a stifled, malicious laugh rings through the room. Our view suddenly goes black, and when it returns... we get quite a... disturbing sight. Beaten, only to a minor extent, is Joka... who has that same noose wrapped around his neck. He's coming to, exceedingly dazed, as the woman who did this damage is seen standing in front of him, arms behind her back. We can see scratches, scrapes, bruises, bandages... the whole nine yards... riddling her face and body. It's gruesome, yet somehow she manages to look deliciously wicked all the same...Cera: Joka... Joka Joka Joka. You... you're good. You play my game well. But... I excel at it. And now? Now see what you've done? I've moved promotions! I came here, to VOW, just for you.She pauses, as our view peeks over at Joka, who almost seems to have the slightest hint of a hysterical smile on his face. He keeps his balance on the chair beneath him, barely, by his toes... and Cera frowns slightly, then slowly pulls her arms out from behind her back. That's when the Clown Prince nearly loses his balance, his eyes widening. There in the woman's grasp is Trusty Rusty, and Joka stares daggers at the Baddest Bitch. She grimaces at the movement of her arms, obviously still in pain from the damage Joka did on her... before she lifts those haunting pale eyes to meet his.Cera: I've a feeling... this is far from over, isn't it? Oh well... question, though. Do you... remember the last time you were hung by the neck?She smiles, an almost crazed one, as Joka continues staring at her wildly. She takes a step back, watching him for a moment, before she turns and starts heading toward the exit, Trusty Rusty still in her hand. She pauses at the door, holding it open as she finishes her thought...Cera: No matter... just... hang in there, kiddo. If you can. Oh... yeah, and... top that, you piece of sh-bleep!-She flicks the light off and slams the door, as our view goes black again, then flickers back on to show the stunned commentators...Ruby Parvati: As much as I hate female wrestlers... wow. Is she seriously one of our newest catches?!Axel Reid: Why didn't that cut out?! Why didn't we cut that?!Ruby Parvati: Considering our GM's words from earlier in the show... are you surprised?? I'm just wondering... what will happen to that beast of a man.Axel Reid: Joka? I'm not sure... but just like Cera said, this is probably far from over. This is a war between sociopaths! And it looks like... VOW's going to be their battleground...The scene fades on Axel's words, as we can still hear the crowd's shocked and wild reaction to what just occurred...
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 16:17:09 GMT -6
Black Heart There is quaintness over the stack of lockers that make the locker room area. Oddly enough though…it’s empty mainly because most of the people have not stepped foot in it for a little bit. A tangible silence rumbles in until there’s the sound of footsteps. Soon enough the camera turns behind to the source of the footsteps and emerging from the shadows behind is the winner of last week’s last match…Seth Iser. Seth seems to be having his beard grow longer now as he glares at the camera man before he just points at the door. Seth Iser: Can I get a moment of peace? Out with you, dammit! Seth pushes the camera man out the door and shuts it right away but not to be deterred…the camera man lets out a noticeable sigh before he opens the door back up to see Iser having just taken a seat on one of the benches. Iser just glares coldly at the man with a water bottle in his hand and he throws it as hard as he can at him(after dumping some of the water over his head for a drink) before sneering and the anger starts rumbling out like a volcano. Seth Iser: You want something that damned bad? And you people wonder why I’m often in a terrible mood traveling up and down these roads when everybody and their mother wants to stick a camera, some t-shirt, or a promotional poster in your face begging for autographs or some words that they want to take to the bank. And then you have the audacity wonder why I have a chip on MY shoulder after all these years as a professional wrestler. The loud, irritable sigh that is now infamous with Iser is let out as he just brushes the black hair out of his eyes and you focus on his natural brown eyes this week…staring a cold hole right through. Seth Iser: Last week was supposed to be a moment of triumph…and while the adrenaline and the thrill of the victory was still there…I rubbed it in the people’s faces. Why wouldn’t I after all these years after they’ve told me in one form or another I’ve never been good enough to represent a company…to be a wrestler, to be a football player before I tore my knee up…anything. I’ve carried the weight of THAT burden that everyone puts on ME for all thirty three years of my life…so anytime I get that moment…of course I’ll flaunt it…but….after the adrenaline cleared…and the smoke went away…what I thought I gained…well…it was lost again…all because you never focus for just one second and think…my God…maybe Seth Iser IS as good as he says he is for once…no…you people resort to something low. After a growl…as if he’s trying to control the rage spewing out of him…Iser reaches into his jacket and pulls out a sealed letter…with hate as he palms it. It’s revealed that he has opened it before…before he opens it and revealed printing paper with words that it seems like Iser is going to read. Seth Iser: Found this at my house. I won’t read you every word…but this struck me. I get a letter from multiple churches…not just this one…and more or less they have the same filth. They have the audacity…to say that my daughter will be damned to the pits of hell for anything I do and have done…right after I defeated one of their own in Reya Sera…their representation of everything pure. I’ve already accepted my own fate when I die…but when I die, I know my daughter’ll be in a better place than I ever was with things I never got to have. I DID WHAT A PARENT SHOULD DO! I PROTECTED HER! I LOVE HER! I PRODUCED THE BEST I CAN GIVE FOR HER! And yet…you people…who were taught not to judge ANYTHING after Christ was on the cross do THIS…you’re a DISGRACE to your religion. You’re a disgrace to low standards that most people in this god damned country have…and you’re even a disgrace to two faced hypocrites with this. Iser’s almost frothing at the mouth in his own fury as he takes a stand to his feet and balls his fists up…as if he’s trying to control a violent outburst of some sort. After a deep breath at least for the moment…he’s composed himself. Seth Iser: Other than my daughter…all I have in my life is wrestling…and here you people are...trying to enrage this man by trying to take it away. You want to know the last man who tried to enrage me like this? His name is Matt Slater…one of the greatest in the history of our sport and he’s wallowing around in a mask, his pride shattered after one miserable night in Tokyo, Japan! Now you want Reya, the representative of your…god damned cult to try to succeed where Matthew Slater failed…and it isn’t going to happen. YOU’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE WRESTLING OR MY DAUGHTER AWAY FROM ME! None of YOU will! The man known as the Deity of Destruction is pacing back and forth…showing the very human emotion of pain induced rage. After letting that out at least…he seems a little more back in control though there’s still the feeling that he can go unhinged…at any second. No semblance of a sick smile…just absolute fury going through is veins at this point. Seth Iser: Everybody takes. Reya, you’re no different. You take all the affection away and left your twin sister a wallowing, sadistic mess. You use religion as a crutch like everybody else to justify any person you’ve ever injured in that ring…and just like those people…you want to fuel the one part of my brain that will never shut the fuck up about how I’m not good enough! People like YOU don’t deserve to have a blessed existence in this WONDERFUL industry…so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. Iser just nods his head…but there’s that sick look on his face…like he’s going to do something he knows he shouldn’t but will anyway…not because he wants to but because he has to. Seth Iser: This’ll take maybe a few attempts to do because I know how good she is in the ring…but I’m going to expose Reya in the worst way…the most gruesome way….one way or another…I’m going to rip her god damned heart out and show her how black it is…that’s what I’m going to do…in order to expose her and the people in her cult what I’m going to do. Now I suggest you leave before I rip YOUR heart out and THROW IT AGAINST THE WALL for barging in one too many times and staying too long! With that last statement Iser ends up shoving the camera man on his back out of the door before instead of shutting it…slamming it hard and almost off its hinges.
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 16:17:44 GMT -6
- Main Event - Bobby Backdoor Vs. Mugen Mushaboom It takes several moments before our view changes back to one of the ringside area, revealing a mass of fans who are all in complete shock. Having bared witness to what Iser said just a couple of minutes ago. The silence is eventually broken when Axel Reid decides to chime in, giving his thoughts on what has just taken place backstage. Axel Reid: This Seth Iser continues to sicken me with his behavior. Now he's resorted to threatening Reya Serra, saying he plans on ripping her heart out simply to show her how black it is?! What is he, Ruby? Some kind of psychopath?! Ruby Parvati: Or maybe he's going to these kinds of extreme, because people are wanting to prevent his daughter from leading a happy and safe life? Maybe the guy's just reacting in a way most parents would? Axel Reid: Whatever the case maybe, he has this capacity crowd at a loss for words. And I'm sure this isn't the last we've heard of Seth Iser, but right now? Do you know what time it is, Ruby? Ruby Parvati: Is it time for you to whip out your... Axel Reid: Absolutely not! It's actually time for our main even of the evening, the very first one in VOW history! We'll see Bobby Backdoor, a man who is no stranger to the squared circle, taking on Mugen Mushaboom. A young man from Japan who is brimming with talent. This should be nothing short of amazing, Ruby! Ruby Parvati: I'm just looking forward to seeing these two hunks try to muscle their way to victory... through sheer force, and excessive 'groping'. Axel Reid: Why does that not surprise me? Ruby Parvati: It should though. Normally, I'm making remarks about your package. But fear not, Axel. Both of these men are far more attractive than you are and I just have this gut feeling that they're both far more talented than you are between the sheets. It's okay, babe. Someday you'll be able to please a lady like myself. Until that day comes? You're on the back burner... Axel Reid: Thank ... GOD! Jerry Heisenberg receives a microphone from one of the stage hands and enters the ring. He hoists it to his lips and gestures to the entrance way as fans rise from their seats in anticipation. Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentleman... The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is tonight's MAIN EVENT!!! Making his way to the ring first... accompanied to the ring by Mio. He stand 6'4" and weighs in tonight at 225lbs. Hailing from the Pacific Rim... MUGEN "MEGA" MUSHABOOM!!! "Bring it on Home to me" by Sam Cooke plays over the speakers as Mugen appears out on the entrance ramp with his valet (Mio) in tow. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, playing to the crowd every so often as he receives a mixture of cheers and jeers from fans. Now at ringside, Mugen hops up onto the apron and then assists Mio in doing the same. Both enter the ring through the ropes as Mushaboom plays to the crowd once more, garnering another series of cheers. Mio exits the ring as Mugen now stands in his respective corner, loosening up for the match to come. Axel Reid: He doesn't seem to be discouraged at all about losing a hard fought battle to Vance LaRoc one week ago, folks. In fact, it almost looks as though that defeat has given birth to a much more determined Mugen Mushaboom here tonight! Ruby Parvati: You're forgetting something important. See, he's also fighting the guy who pretty much wrote the book on taking cock. But more than that, Bobby Backdoor is one of the most talented men in our industry. I'd say Mugen's going to be fighting an uphill battle this time around! Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent... standing 6'2" tall and tipping the scale at 220lbs. From Venice Beach, California... BOBBY BACKDOOR!!! Strobe lights start to go off as "Ready to Die" by Andrew WK hits the PA. From behind the curtain emerges Bobby Backdoor to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He's wearing a silver shimmery hoody along with his silver wrestling tights and trademark bandana. Bobby stops at the edge of the stage area and poses to the crowd, soaking in the boos, while at the same time acknowledging the few fans of his that still exist. Bobby slowly makes his way toward the ring and slides in, posing for the crowd once more in the center of the ring. Axel Reid: Both combatants are now in the ring and we're moments away from starting the very first main event in VOW history! Both men have something to prove, now showcasing their abilities under the magnifying glass! Ruby Parvati: Magnifying glass? Oh no, sweet heart. Neither of these men lack size. Axel Reid: Well they're both above six feet tall and weigh - Ruby Parvati: That isn't what I was referring to, Axel. Axel Reid: I know! I'm just trying to avoid the topic all together! DING! DING! DING! Mugen extends his hand, much like he did last week against LaRoc, in a show of good sportsmanship. Backdoor hesitates for a moment before slapping hands with his adversary, which causes the crowd on hand to cheer in approval. Directly after, both men begin to methodically circle the ring. Their eyes never trailing off their foe. Trying to find an opening anywhere one might present itself. Suddenly, Mugen and Bobby throw caution into the wind and meet right in the middle of the ring, exchanging a flurry of lefts and rights with one another. This, of course, is much to the crowd's delight as each shot echoes throughout the sold out Roy Wilkins Auditorium. Mushaboom, who is well versed in hand to hand combat, seemingly gains the upper hand as he begins to drive Backdoor in reverse, forcing him into the corner. He hammers Bobby with a couple of forearms to the head before Backdoor wisely covers up and grabs hold of the ropes. Forcing the official to step in and create some separation between them. Mugen nods in compliance before backing all the way out into the middle of the ring. Backdoor shrugs off the pain from the shots he endured before moving away from the corner now as well. The fans applaud at what seems to be a stalemate for the time being. Ruby Parvati: Those punches hurt my pretty face just watching! Axel Reid: Well it's no mystery that Mugen is heavy handed as he clearly proved one week ago when he nearly out brawled Vance LaRoc, but Backdoor is no stranger to fisticuffs either. What I'm wondering is when will Mushaboom's plethora of martial arts experience come into play? We've seen that he can punch, but when will we see how much power is behind one of his kicks? A momentary cease fire is brought into play, as Mugen and Bobby take time to rethink their strategies before moving in again. Instead of unloading on each other once they get close enough, this time they simply execute a collar and elbow tie up and begin to jockey for position through strength and balance alone. Backdoor shoves Mugen a ways before Mugen answers right back, shoving Backdoor practically the same distance. Out of nowhere, Backdoor drops down and flips Mugen with a text book arm drag. Mushaboom quickly gets to his feet as does Backdoor, and Mugen goes for a clothesline which is ducked by his opponent. He hits the ropes as Backdoor is up again, waiting for him... Mugen ends up running right into a drop toe hold from Bobby, who then capitalizes on his downed foe by running off the opposite ropes and jumping into the air, driving his thigh down across the back of Mugen's neck with a forceful leg drop. He drags a now stunned Mushaboom to his feet and nails him square in the temple with an elbow strike. The impact causes a crowd wide gasp as well as hundreds of cringes. But Backdoor isn't done as he strikes Mugen in almost the same spot with another elbow strike, then a third, and ends his barrage with a spinning back elbow that knocks Mugen clear off his feet! Axel Reid: What a series of elbows from Bobby Backdoor! It looks like he's managed to gain the momentum early on! Ruby Parvati: It's still far too early to tell who will win this, Axel. Right now, our best bet is to pay close attention to what their hiding underneath their attire. Focus on the bulge, my dear... focus on the bulge. Axel Reid: I'll pass. Ruby Parvati: Aww, come on... don't be such a prude! Axel Reid: I'm not prude! Mushaboom manages to come to and gets to a knee... He glances up to see Backdoor charging in... and ducks just in time to avoid a Shining Wizard attempt by Bobby Backdoor! Mugen gets to a vertical base and turns around, lunging in at Backdoor who is still in the process of getting up. He leaps up to go for a Lou Thez Press, but Backdoor catches him by the waist and turns one hundred eighty degrees! He lets the back of Mugen bounce off the top rope then turns another one hundred eighty degrees before sitting down with a wicked Spinebuster variation! Ruby Parvati: Whoa! I've never seen that before! Axel Reid: What a creative way to make a simple move like the spinebuster far more devastating! And there's the pin from Backdoor!! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . NO! MUGEN GETS A SHOULDER UP! Axel Reid: And it was almost enough to seal the deal! Ruby Parvati: Horseshoes and hand grenades, sweetie. But I will say that Backdoor has total control of this bout. Mugen better shake the cobwebs out real fast! Backdoor isn't discouraged by the near fall one bit as he rises to his feet, stomping the downed Mugen a few times before peeling him off the canvas and hurling him into the nearest corner. Bobby gives chases but before he can do anything, Mushaboom gets a foot up and plants it plush on the bridge of Backdoor's nose, causing Bobby discomfort as he stumbles back. However, before Mugen can fully recover Backdoor is right back on top of him again, like a relentless pit bull. He climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and stares out into the sea of fans who begin chanting as Backdoor begins hammering away on the exposed forehead of Mugen. He gets to eight punches before hopping down onto the canvas and sitting Mushaboom up on the very top turnbuckle pad now. He again climbs up onto the second rope and drapes Mugen's limp arm over the back of his neck, grabbing his trunks at the side. Backdoor pulls, attempting a superplex but Mushaboom holds onto the ropes, preventing himself from being slammed. Backdoor tries a second time, but again Mugen hangs on! Backdoor hits Mugen in his ribs a couple of times to soften him up, but out of nowhere Mushaboom counters with a huge headbutt that sends Backdoor flying off the ropes backwards and down onto the canvas hard! Axel Reid: That was one of the most thunderous headbutts I've seen! And look at the glazed over look in Backdoor's eyes! You can tell that strike rung his bell, Ruby! Ruby Parvati: I'd love it if he rang my... Axel Reid: Mugen is perched on the top turnbuckle now! Ruby Parvati: How often are you going to cut off my innuendos, Axel? Axel Reid: Whenever I possibly can... We're here to call the action, not to listen to you talk about men's... Ruby Parvati: Mugen leaps off the top! Just as mentioned, Mushaboom waited a good amount of time, giving Backdoor a chance to get to his feet before he leaps off the top turnbuckle...with a FLYING CROSS BODY to Bobby Backdoor! Followed by a lateral press! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . KICKOUT! Axel Reid: Near fall right there! Mugen is starting to make a bit of a comeback in the later stages of this match, Ruby! Ruby Parvati: I'm just not sure he's done enough to keep Bobby Backdoor down though... That man is about as resilient as they come! Backdoor is clutching at his stomach as he gradually makes it to his feet, but is slightly bent forward with Mushaboom now standing at his rear. Mugen gets an ear to ear smile on his face as he takes a step closer to Bobby, who is still oblivious to what's going on. Mushaboom plays to the crowd for a second before grabbing Backdoor's hip and pelvic thrusting into his backside while using his free hand to simultaneously slap Bobby on his rear end! Ruby Parvati: Now this is what I'm talking about! Axel Reid: What a bad time for comical antics! And look at the facial expression Bobby Backdoor is wearing! He does not seem happy about this one bit! The fans in attendance are having a good laugh at Backdoor's expense, but Bobby is slowly beginning to lose his cool. Mugen doesn't notice as he's too busy executing the "Big Wiggle"... and it ultimately ends up hurting him as Backdoor sweeps Mugen's leg which causes him to lose his footing and stumble into the ropes. He bounces back and right into a JUMPING KNEE! ... FOLLOWED BY A ROLLING ELBOW! .... He's out on his feet as Bobby hooks him up into a suplex position, hoisting him overhead. He then flips the stunned Mushaboom in mid air and causes him to fall right onto Backdoor's knees! The crowd erupts at the sight "You Got F*cked", one of Bobby Backdoor's two finishing moves!! Axel Reid: What a combination! I believe he calls that "You Got F[BLEEP!]d" and for good reason! There's the cover from Backdoor! Will this be all?! 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 ! ! ! Ruby Parvati: I don't blame Mugen for having a little fun at his opponent's expense, but he could have picked a better moment to do it. That error kind of just cost him a huge match! Axel Reid: There's really no guarantee Backdoor wouldn't have won this anyway. Mugen put up a valiant effort, but in the end it was his shenanigans that led to his own undoing! Jerry Heisenberg: The winner of this match via pinfall... BOBBY BACKDOOR!!!
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Post by Admin on May 28, 2014 16:19:25 GMT -6
Taking Things to the Next Level Backdoor walks up the ramp as he raises is fists in the air, Andrew W.K's "Ready To Die" screams throughout the arena, the fans in attendance roaring for the crowd favourite after witnessing a brilliant main event between Backdoor and Mugen Mushaboom. Crowd: "That was awesome" (repeated claps) "That was awesome" Reid: A fantastic win from Bobby Backdoor here tonight in our second ever main event and the fans here in St. Paul are loving it. Mushaboom put up an effort like no other but Bobby walks out with the Win. Parvati: Bah, listen to these fans cheer for this man. And then tomorrow they'll go back to being completely against the gays... sick. But indeed, Bobby does walk out with the Win... and probably walk home to the D. Reid: What does that have- Oh,right... moving on. It's been a blast folks but our time is up, on behalf of Rub- What in the world?! Bobby is barely onto his feet when from out of nowhere a fairly well built man slides in the ring with a lead pipe in hand and a balaclava covering his face. Swiftly he drops to one knee and smashes the lead pipe right against the back of Bobby's knee, sending the former pornstar crashing to the mat. The assailant gets back to his feet and starts to stomp away on the weak and helpless Backdoor. Reid: What the heck is going on here?! This is an absolute blindside on Bobby Backdoor! The man just wrestled a fantastic match for goodness sake! Parvati: Why don't you get in there and tell this guy that yourself, huh Reid!? The assailant lifts up Bobby and starts unleashing more lead pipe shots to the back before dropping the pipe and following up with a viscous rolling elbow to the cheekbone from out of nowhere. Bobby crumples to the mat as the bell rings once again. The man stands over Bobby before swiftly reaching to the back of his neck and whipping off the balaclava. Reid: Whoa! Brett Carson? Why?... And he goes back on the attack, he's furious as he stomps away on a defenseless Bobby Backdoor! Parvati: I'm not the biggest fan of this cocky moron but he's clearly looking to make a name for himself and I certainly don't like Backdoor, so I've got a little respect for him. Reid: Boy, you sure do jump ship pretty darn fast! Brett silently stalks a crawling Backdoor before hooking his arms around and locking in a full nelson lock before elevating the former pornstar... Reid: Full nelson hold and he drops him onto the mat...He calls that the Crescent City Bomb. Backdoor is face down on the floor as Carson rolls out of the ring, reaching over the steel guardrail before demanding rather angrily for a steel chair from one of the fans who oblige. Parvati: He's not half bad looking when he's angry... Reid: Really?! You're worried about that...he's got a steel chair in his hand and there's no doubt he's going to use it on Bobby... What the hell is this about!? Parvati: Calm down, Axel...I'm sure he has a reason for all this violence. Brett slides in with the chair as the crowd jeer away. The smile on his face says it all. Bobby still has no idea where he's at as he slowly rises to his feet not even realising what's about to hit him. He spins around and... CRACK! The crowd fall silent, as do the commentators as nobody is even bothering to help Bobby and why would they? A madman like Brett Carson wielding a chair? Why would they? Bobby is out on his feet, wobbling around. Brett rears back and once again... CRACK! Reid: My god... Bobby is still standing, Brett lifts his head up and whispers something in the out cold Backdoor who is somehow still standing. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! He swiftly smashes the chair over the head of Backdoor three more times before finally Bobby crumples to the mat. Brett drops the dented chair as the crowd silently boo "The Next Level Athlete" Parvati: He's putting Bobby on the shelf here...What a way to put his name out there... Reid: This is getting out of hand...security finally getting out here but the chair is damn well still in the ring. EMT's at bay ready to step in once this sick man is done with this assault. Security, officials and referees are pleading for him to stop as he smiles more before picking up Bobby one more time and quickly places him into a leghook belly-to-back suplex position... Reid: Oh no...this is bad...Someone stop this man! ...before turning him upside down and dropping him on his head in a sick piledriver! Reid: What a stomach churning move! My word...Bobby might be really hurt here. Brett calls that move "Next Level Stuff". He stand over the broken body of Bobby who clutches at his neck in pain as the crowd go back to showering this man with jeers as he outstretches his arm and soaks in the negative vibes from the crowd. His music blares throughout the arena as the fans continue to shower him with boos. Parvati: What a cocky bastard...He earned a little bit of my respect tonight, management better keep notice of this fellow. Reid: He earned your damn respect?! Ugh. We'll keep you updated on what Bobby's condition might be, it could be as light as a concussion or he could be really hurt you'll have to tune in next week to find out. Parvati: You can go ahead and follow VoW, @vow_Online, on Twitter for updates. Breakthrough #3 is sure to be a big one! Reid: But until then I'm Axel Reid... Parvati:...And I'm Ruby Parvati... Reid: Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen! The scene fades out on Brett standing over a lifeless Bobby Backdoor.
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