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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 6:40:47 GMT -6
An Age of Enlightenment
August 3rd 2015Infinity City, Infinity Arena (live)A small red blip flashed every two seconds onto television sets around the world. Twenty seconds of time elapse before text next to the flashing light emerges. VOW: Breakthrough 30 – live. A small flood light lingers high in the sky, a camera rooted to the ground looks upward as bright sparks fill the viewers sitting at home with an encompassing tunnel of light. A body moves into the light, white and pale, but tall and bulked, filling much of the camera. A familiar championship belt rests on top his shoulders. A golden eye and a large ‘V’ emerge as the side-plates, whilst a golden bird fills the larger, central plate. The man in question cannot be seen, the fog of lighting hides his face, only showing the belt in its prominence.“I stand before you, better than before. Fully imagined, real. Permanent,” the clear voiced male says, wielding an angelic tone. “I stand before the world as an ideal, a notion of a man’s desire to seek what he has craved since he stepped between any ropes. Enlightenment.”The camera pans to behind the man in question. Millions have already come to summation about the identity of such man, given the honour that drapes over his right shoulder, but in the arena of his choosing, there were no voices to echo any sentiment. Just a lone voice, staring out to thousands of empty seats. The muscular vision stood topless, his defined muscles and his groomed brown hair concealed final confirmation of the identity in question.“Our destiny was never this,” the angel speaks. Cameras flash past the golden championship but settles on the darkness and emptiness of the arena that he occupied. “It was here, at home, where we would find finality. But all he saw was the black. I laugh about the sadistic nature of reality, but some attempt to conquer it, even when they stare at their own undoing. A finality unbecoming of a one true self. Infinity, this is where we would rebuild for the future. Now its greatest asset in the world of sports is a token from the world outside. The world that rejected our path. With each step, we terraformed the world, but alone, your champion was unable to change perspective. He sees to clearly, and is pulled towards the current of the real world. But he tip-toed in tepid waters, avoiding burying his truth as anger and departure.”A third camera in the empty stands is finally cued to show the face of the man in question but it focuses on the championship belt, and not on the face of the holder. A small strip read the word ‘Valquist’, identifying the champion.“I am the sword to my brother’s shield. It is I, Isis Derrida, that sits atop the throne. It is I, the harbinger for change, and it is I, the monster of enlightenment.” Isis’s face is finally shown but it is only caught on camera for a split second before the camera turns to the big screen in Infinity Arena. Isis is stood defiantly, and proudly, as he watches the finale of the recent Heatstroke pay-per-view.
July 20th 2015
Centre d'Excellence Sports Rousseau. Boisbriand, Québec
VOW: HeastrokeJerry Heisenberg: Ladies and Gentlemen! Here is the winner of the match and NEEEEEEWWWWWWWW WORLD VISIONARY CHAMPION!!!!Three champions elect stand sharply in the ring as three referees squabble over the definitive answer to an outcome that will forever shape the Visionaries history. Milking the moment, Valquist turned his head towards Seth Iser and Casanova English, his heart pounding with fear of rage. Val saw only the cage between them and was cautious to step in front of the door just before any of his opponents had the chance to leave the ring. Seth roars just metres behind Val, whilst English stands calmly, leaning on the ring ropes with ease of a decision. Val leans his head down to see outgoing champion Ziu Zhong reeling in discomfort, remembering back to the only altercation he’s ever had with Ziu. The oriental wrestler had mocked Val for a three match losing streak on Twitter, and Val smiled on the inside knowing that he had clipped the birds wings, and yanked it from the heavens. Ziu lay splattered, an ode to enlightenment for Val. A referee stood immediately behind awaiting the final decision.Casanova is the first to notice the referee points his eyes in the direction of Valquist before he whispers the dreaded words into his colleague’s ears.Jerry Heisenberg: VALQUIST THE VALIANT!The officials grab the championship title and bring it in the cage and strap it around Val’s waist as he falls to his knees with the brightest smile on his face. Casanova immediately begins arguing the decision with one of the referee’s that was responsible for placing the belt around the waist of the Infinity native. Seth likewise joined in on the protest. Val’s perfect smile is compounded as he leans forward, screaming in delight. The crowd are ecstatic for the decision, Val had finally become Valiant.A single outburst of joy was replaced with an immediate darkness that followed. Seconds elapse as the Canadian audience question whether the antics of StuFish.pif was going to escalate the situation. Axel Reid: Valquist has done it! This is amazing and come on… Lights out again?Ruby Parvati: Omega and Frei should start paying the electric bills.The lights return to their original state, without any sign that the prototype hacker had any influence over this moment. A large outburst of fanfare is met in the arena, following screams of realisation. Of enlightenment. A man in the same ring gear, the traditional orange, black and white of Valquist, knelt face. Of Caucasian descent the referee’s immediately retreat, but this imposing figure, bulkier and of a greater athletic build blocks the door for the five wrestlers that occupied the ring. The man in question stands up and reveals the World Visionary Championship around his waist. He lifts his head, with his standing opponents in the ring fearful of the unknown.Axel Reid: What the? Is that Isis Derrida, the other half of Full Measures?Ruby Parvati: Where on earth is Valquist?Axel Reid: That’s surely Isis Derrida in the flesh!The impeccable and angelic Derrida unbuckles the golden belt, hastily dropping it to the ground. Turning with blistering speed and purpose, English is the first to meet the running knees of Enlightenment. English was unable to counter the pace and the velocity of the move, and fell unfavourably back towards the ring ropes. English flops but then another surge of crowd noise happens when Seth Iser turns to face Derrida. Seth starts brawling but Derrida doesn’t sell the punishment. Isis grabs the right hand of Iser, planting his entire body face first against the canvas. Spitting blood as he bites his own tongue, remnants of the red liquid are sprayed across the Six Visions of Pain cage. Isis then turns to Ziu, still flinching after unceremoniously losing the championship in his first title defence, is brought to his feet as Isis holds his throat.Holding the disposed champion in the air, Ziu’s struggling for life in his kicks as he cannot stop the choking sensation. Gargling on his own spit Derrida launches Zhong into the unforgiving cage with one hand. Derrida repeatedly throws Zhong against the cage, enraged at the fellow wrestler. After the seventh time of hauling human flesh into steel chain-link, Isis lets the former champ land on his knee. Zhong flops and his body crashes hard as three of the five competitors are downed with a ruthless, feral nature.Retreating towards the centre of the ring Isis arches his back and screams in the face of the Brett Carson before the unveiled tag-partner of Valquist his low knees to Brett’s face. Isis lifts the powerhouse over his head before dropping him centrally without enacting another move. Holding his stomach as a result of being tossed high up into the rafters of this gruesome match, Isis had already peeled back against the ropes, and charged forward with another impactful Enlightenment for Casanova’s brother in arms.Ruby Parvati: Isis Derrida has just demolished four of VOW’s finest wrestlers without breaking a sweat!Axel Reid: This feels like fantasy. The feral rage of Isis Derrida has taken Heatstroke down a bloodied path.Ruby Parvati: The only one not falling victim to Isis’s wrath is Stacy, and she’s slowly crawling away from the ring!Axel Reid: Do you blame her? She’s probably petrified for her career!Last on the agenda, not without Isis failing to see Stacy limp on her knees, the crowd are heavily encouraging Stacy to get out of dodge, but that’s not how they react when Isis leaves the cage and passes the Visionaries in the crowd for the first time. Stacy is half way up the ramp when Isis grabs the lone female in the match by the back of her long, black hair. Jones screams in fear, her voice echoes deep into the heart of every Visionary in the locker-room. Isis turns his head to the ramp, not a single soul was objecting of this moment. All feared his presiding of the ring. All feared his darkened horizons.Isis doesn’t take Stacy back to the cage, instead he degrades her honour by making her look puny and weak in his presence. Isis simply swings his right arm around, launching Stacy into the barricade. Without time to breathe Isis drags her to the announce table where Axel Reid and Ruby Parvati quickly abandon all stations. Isis slams her against the announcer’s table, with the lashing making the aware Jones cry out in real pain. Isis climbs the table by stepping on it before lifting Stacy to her feet. He lifts her up high, and power-slams her through the table. Collapsing under the sole weight of Derrida, the re-imagined wrestler did not sell the effects of going through the table.Not done with Stacy, Isis dragged her to her feet, panting due to a lack of oxygen. Isis then lays her against a standing barricade by the time keeper’s area and delivers a final Enlightenment, crashing the sullied competitor through the barrier in the process. As Isis stands, finally making his way back into the ring, he is met with a mixed applause. Older fans craving the return of brutal, death-defying action, loudly applauded Derrida, whilst there was also a large chorus of boos. The most prevailing noise of all though was the sheer excitement of the moment.Derrida kneels once more before the championship belt, picking it up, and staring into its golden reflection. Derrida then looks into the crowd and his eyes are locked in one position, at one person, as the broadcast of Heatstroke fades.August 3rd 2015
Infinity City, Infinity Arena (live)Isis Derrida: For so long I have been just a voice, just a memory. Every Visionary has been devoid of the pinnacle for so long, you all had no voice. No podium upon which to respect. No champion worthy of our praise. For so long this ship was sailing without its captain, landlocked, and anchored to port. It is only now, after a year of wasted existence that you finally have found a champion worthy of carrying its greatest symbol. A champion that was on the verge of receding entirely. My brother, his kinds words to this path, and to these people that he aims to please, have forever been kind to your nature. Kind to your existence, and the wrestlers that he must co-exist with. He’s pandered to your sentiment, but in doing so he was pushed towards my reality. He was pushed into my unkindly manner. My family could no longer exist without divine intervention. Without it, Valquist was made to look like secondary, but with the guidance of our shared collective he stand as the rightful champion.The Visionaries did nothing but bleach his eyes in sand. They would have corrupted his stature and his rightful place with a golden honour. Val would have butchered everything had my intervention not shown him how to deal with the people that had made his return a misery.Isis stands, as he was, holding the championship across his arms as the cameras reverted back to following the central plate of the championship. Isis’s face was no longer in shot, his words were all directed and relevant towards the cause of the title.Isis Derrida: My sympathy lies not with the enlightened five within the cage, my sympathy lies with those who’ve had to endure Casanova English talk a good game to people who are above his own status, and to those who have had to endure Seth Iser delivering bland, yet labelled as ‘classic’, promos. My heart goes out to all those who scratch and claw their eyes, as I do, when Stacy devours more time each week with a soap opera that lacks the sparkle of imagination and relevant development. My sympathy lies with those clambering to this message, expecting that one day the mighty will fall. It is no surprise that Full Measures prevailed on a night much like my own championship crowning. Val didn’t endure a battle royal against an entire roster, no. He prevailed in a structure typified by a management regime that once lacked definitive direction, a management that has been open about its disappointment with any vision of Pain. Prevailing under the radar of a cloud of thick-ego, I stand oblivious as to why very few favoured a champion elect that was so obvious. I also stand assured of its new direction. Not just to preach, but to inspire and deliver the promise of enlightenment.At last, the crowning of a true Visionary, both in nature and deliverance, has stood forward, and he is afraid of no man, no woman, and no entity. This is the beginning of the end for placating mediocrity. We’ve all finally ascended into an era of reality, on a golden path of discovering that this federation is worth more than it ever knew.An Age of Enlightenment.The single spotlight fades in Infinity Arena as Isis Derrida and the Visionaries World Championship depart into the night of the infinite city.August 3rd 2015
Aréna Marcel Bédard: Beauport, Québec (live)Emerging from the shadows of Derrida’s words, the titantron feed ends and as the lights arise the Visionaries World Champion, Valquist, stands centrally in the ring with the championship glued around his waist. Wearing no top, Val’s light brown skin and bulked muscular physique make the championship look slightly smaller than when in the hands of its two previous champions. The ovation for the new champion was fiercely positive, most living off the height of the supposed heroics of both Val and Derrida on the night of Heatstroke. With a microphone in his stronger right hand, Val waited for a more pleasant atmosphere before he spoke, but it was at least a minute until he milked the situation dry.Valquist: My name is Valquist. Visionaries World Champion. Bound to an infinite path, guided by a mantra of Full Measures. The sun once set on my path, but a new day has been cast. A glorious day, the first day where I honour my championship with the adulation it deserves. I am The Valquist, and this is my promise.The crowd yell ecstatically for the champ as he gives out a huge smile to the crowd. Another half a minute of time elapses as the thousands calm down.Valquist: This deafening noise, this elation, this jubilation, it was non-existent before Heatstroke. I’d never encountered a more passionate group of fans, all devoted to the belief in my path. I can assure you that the grey clouds are now passing, it’s clear skies and clear waters from here on out. Isis Derrida is not the only one believing in the promise of a new standard, an age of enlightenment, you all see it as well. That’s why you cheer, because there is finally daylight. There is no more pittance with this belt, it’s in the hands of the person that won’t say he deserves it the most. Instead, each time I’m out here, I’ll show you. I’ll be more than just words and illusion, I’ll be reality and living proof that if you’re dedicated enough if any profession, you can live the beautiful life, or a beautiful lie. You can reach this station of responsibility where you are expected to be at the pinnacle.This championship, this honour, deserves better than what has come before it. This is not a measure of dis-respect to either Zhong or English, this is a fair statement. This golden plated beauty took long enough to get here, now it has the chance to flourish under the guidance and care of a champion that will treat it as its only love. A champion that will spearhead this company to greater heights than the steps in the sand in my shadow.Valquist the Valiant is the man to take you to that ladder to heaven. Isis, my beloved brother, finally in the flesh, he is a reminder of the sin that has consumed the darkened clouds. He will pave the way for this title’s elevation. He will root out those worthy of its contention, those worthy of sharing this spotlight. At Heatstroke, my brother proved that none were worthy of being the infinite Visionary.To survive in the age of enlightenment, the champion will only accept the best. That is what this distinction deserves. To reach the stars, we don’t need time, and I certainly have exhausted my patience. We need action, we need this title, defended. My promise is not only to be the first man to defend this championship, but to be a man that carries this belt and thrive amongst the pressure. The one to be the first of everything.All of you here, and all of those watching at home, you’re welcome to bask with me in this journey, but to those of you who are not truly driven by my path, I have just the weapon in seeking out those who do not belong.This is not a celebration, this is a promise.A promise of a great future for the Visionaries World Championship.But ahead of all else, this is the most humble of warnings.A warning that your new champion has shattered the glass ceiling, and any restriction that has plagued those that have come before. This is now home of an infinite desire. An infinite reality. It’s Full Measures from here on out, or it’ll be nothing at all.My Name is Valquist. His name is Derrida.Welcome to the enlightenment.
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 6:42:37 GMT -6
A Nitro Announcement with Joey Nitro
We open to the VoW newsroom where News Reporter, Joey Nitro can be seen sitting behind his desk. He looks up into the camera with a smile across his face as a graphic displaying his name appears at the bottom of the screen.Joey Nitro: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, my name is Joey Nitro and I am your VoW News Reporter for Nitro News. Let me first say a big thank you to all of you who have made my show a huge success since its debut after Breakthrough 27, and it certainly has been an honor to be your source of updates, show summaries, and exclusive interviews with the best of this companies Visionaries.The camera pans to the side a bit and an image of the Nitro News logo with a big question mark overlaying it is shown.Joey Nitro: As many of you saw, at the end of our Heatstroke special episode, I said I was going to be making a huge announcement that, quoting from myself, “will change the foundation of Nitro News.” Now many of you have chimed in on Twitter to me asking what exactly this announcement is.The graphic changes to one of a futuristic looking newsroom.Joey Nitro: Will our set be getting a massive change of scenery to one that reflects the future technologies? Maybe in the future, but until then this newsroom is where we will continue producing our show.The image changes now to Nitro standing with his back facing the camera standing in front of a door.Joey Nitro: Is Joey Nitro deciding that doing this show just isn’t this passion and will be stepping down from the VoW News Reporter position? Certainly not, I plan on remaining on this program for the foreseeable future so do not worry about rumors such as that.The graphic changes once more to an empty chair with a question mark over it.Joey Nitro: Then what exactly is this huge announcement? Well ladies and gentlemen, after much evaluation I have determined that doing this show alone is not the greatest idea. If there is ever a point where I am unable to perform my job, who would be able to take reins of this show and make sure Nitro News continues it’s great standard. Because of this, I am pleased to announce that through deliberation with the powers that be in VoW, I now will have a co-anchor joining me on this program.The image fades away and the camera zooms out to notice the news desk being slightly larger and a chair, turned backwards, sitting right now to Nitro.Joey Nitro: So, will everyone please join me in welcoming my new broadcasting partner.The second chair slowly turns around to reveal sitting in it is Zelda Lawson. She smiles brightly as she shakes hands with Joey, then turns to look to the camera.Zelda Lawson: Hello VoW Universe, I am Zelda Lawson and it is such an honor to be given this opportunity by the staff here to sit alongside Mr. Nitro and bring the news to all of you watching at home. As many of you already know I have already made slight showings in this company being the manager of my amazing husband and your 2015 Quest for the Case winner Tyler Storm. I will go ahead and say I do not know my managerial future with my husband, but I know that now my main focus in this company will be behind this desk delivering the best in VoW updates.Nitro nods as Zelda continues on.Zelda Lawson: Being a former broadcaster and interviewer with KAPOW, the staff here at VoW saw me as the best fit to be the co-anchor for Nitro News to help deliver the news and in cases of emergency be able to run this show on my own if Mr. Nitro is ever absent.Joey Nitro: And may I say the staff and myself are happy to have a woman of your experience in broadcasting as a part of this show. So to those watching right now, thank you for joining me...no, thank you for joining us for this special announcement on Breakthrough 30.Zelda Lawson: Make sure not to miss all the great action from the roster tonight, and until the next edition of Nitro News...I’m Zelda Lawson.Joey Nitro: And I’ve been Joey Nitro. Thank you all, and enjoy the rest of the show.The camera slowly pans away from Nitro and Lawson before the scene fades. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 6:49:37 GMT -6
Things Get Xcellent
'KICK IT!'
The retro-rocking riff of 'Fight For Your Right' begins to blare across the Arena Marcel Bédard, immediately bringing a chorus of boos from the fans. The negative reaction only intensifies when the #XcellentChampion, Ryder Blade, appears on the platform, flanked as ever by his four-strong entourage.Ruby Parvati: Whoooo! About time things got a little more #Xcellent!
Axel Reid: Ugh. Let's hope he doesn't take up too much of our allotted time...we have matches to get to, you know...Ruby Parvati: Axel, I will never understand your vendetta against our Xcellent Champion. Is it personal? Did Ryder steal your girl? Or...oh my God, you have a crush on the Xcellent Girlfriend, don't you?!
Axel does not deign this with a reply – and even had he wanted to, the Xcellent Champion would have cut him off. Upon arriving in the ring – and after holding the ropes open for the Xcellent Girlfriend, Bambi, and the auburn haired woman who recently joined the ranks – Ryder wastes no time bringing the microphone to his lips to do what he does best: talk.
Ryder Blade: What up Cana-DUH!!!The fans respond only with a chorus of boos, but this does not faze the Xcellent Champion.
Ryder Blade: How 'bout we make it a little more Xcellent up in here tonight?!More boos, which Ryder expertly shrugs off.Ryder Blade: Now, those of you who follow the Xcellent Champion on Twitter – and if you don't, you should, don't be square! - but if you are, you know the Xcellent Champion promised everyone an Xcellent announcement here tonight!The arena simmers in a low boil, curious despite themselves to see what Ryder's surprise might be.Ruby Parvati: An announcement? How exciting!Axel Reid: It'll probably be something dumb...The Champion, however, takes his sweet time getting to the point, instead addressing another hot topic in the wake of Breakthrough:Ryder Blade: Before we get there, though, the Xcellent Champion just wants to give his sentiments to Stacy Jones. Stace, you know the Xcellent Champion thinks you're a most bodacious babe...which is why he's sorry your life is total Bummer City right now!Boos arise for the insincerity of this statement, which only increase as the Champion continues:Ryder Blade: Like, having some totally screwed up relationship drama is bummeriffic enough...but then you also didn't win the World Visionary Championship! That's gotta really suck!More booing ensues, as Ryder flashes another smug grin.Axel Reid: Did he have to bring that up? Talk about poking at an open wound!Ryder Blade: It's cool, though. The Xcellent Champion knows you tried your best. Not everyone can be as Xcellent as the Xcellent Champion, and steal the show every super-show! Some people are born to be Xcellent, and others are born to be scrubs. It's cool, babe. You do you.Ryder throws a smug wink at no one in particular, as the booing intensifies – along with Axel's rage.Axel Reid: I'd like to have seen him in that match!Ruby Parvati: He had an Xcellent defence in his own right, Axel. You can't even say he cheated that time!For this, Axel genuinely has no reply, as in the ring, the Xcellent Champion continues his spiel:Ryder Blade: Now that the Xcellent Champion got that out of his chest, it's time for the moment everyone's been waiting for...the Xcellent Champion's XCELLENT ANNOUNCEMENT!More booing.Ruby Parvati: Oooh, I can't wait to hear what it is!Ryder milks the moment, grinning smugly up at the stands as boos continue to rain down. Only then does he finally announce:Ryder Blade: The Xcellent Champion would like to announce...that he'll be putting his Xcellent Championship on the line, right here tonight, in an OPEN CHALLENGE!For once, that most elusive of things can be heard across the Quebec arena's stands – cheers for Ryder!Axel Reid: WHAT!?Ruby Parvati: That's your Xcellent Champion for you, Ax!Ryder Blade: So, if anybody wants a shot at the Xcellent Championship, all they have to do is get their butts down here right n--The Xcellent Champion is cut off as 'We Own It' begins to play, bringing the Arena Marcel Bédard to its feet.Axel Reid: VALQUIST! It's VALQUIST! That kid bit off more than he could chew!The fans seem to think so as well, but the Xcellent Champion looks surprisingly unfazed by the whole thing. A moment later, the fans in Quebec and at home understand just exactly why, as a figure walks out onto the ramp – and causes the boos to return in mass.Axel Reid: What?! That's not...The wrestler who just came out – if, indeed, he is a wrestler – is roughly half the size of Valquist, in both girth and height. He is wearing what is clearly a replica belt around one shoulder, and what appears to be a latex mask, roughly approximating Valquist's effigy. As he nervously trudges down to the ring, to the boos of the fans, the Xcellent Champion throws the mic to one side and urges his entourage to clear the ring. All, that is, but one.Axel Reid: What is Bambi doing?! Is she stripping in the middle of the ring?!That does appear to be the case, and for a moment a section of the fans holds their breath in anticipation. When the Xcellent Girlfriend removes her sweater, however, she is revealed to be wearing another item of clothing underneath – in this case, a referee shirt!Axel Reid: WHAT?!As the scrawny would-be Valquist enters the ring, a bell sounds, as the camera focuses on the two henchmen crowding the timekeeper's table and flexing menacingly.Ruby Parvati: It seems we have a match on our hands, Axel! The Xcellent Champion against the World Visionary Champion!Axel Reid: How can you even pretend that's the case?! What a farce!As the bell sounds, the Xcellent Champion calls for a test of strength. Whoever is under the Valquist mask hesitates for a second, but the Xcellent Champion continues to goad them, holding out his hands.
Ryder Blade: Come on, bruh! Come on!Ruby Parvati: Our Xcellent Champion wants to start things off fairly here. See, Axel?At length, the quivering wrestler eventually takes a step forward, looking to lock up with Ryder. For a moment, it appears everything will go cleanly – that is, until...Ryder Blade: SIKE!!!!A kick lands on the masked impersonator's stomach, rocking him.Axel Reid: ...you were saying?!Ruby Parvati: Well, okay, I was wrong – but that's still trademark Ryder Blade!Following the Sike!, Ryder quickly scoops up his opponent and drops him with The Swirly!Ruby Parvati: As is that!Axel Reid: They better have paid that kid handsomely...Not content with ending it there, however, Ryder brings his unresisting opponent to his feet and grabs him by the hair, driving him towards the corner ring post. He springboards off it and plant the impersonator with...Ruby Parvati: BMX!!!The fans' boos have reached nuclear levels as Ryder drops down and covers his hapless opponent. Bambi – the self-appointed referee for this match – drops down and makes the count.ONE!TWO!THREE!The fans continue to voice their disapproval as Auburn steps into the ring, microphone in hand, and announces, in her French-tinged accent:Auburn: Ladies and gentlemen, ze vinner of zis match, your Xcellent Champion, RYDER BLADE!A huge smirk on his features, Ryder promptly snatches the impersonator's prop belt from the corner and holds it up next to his own Xcellent Championship. Even off the mic, it is easy to make out what he is yelling:Ryder Blade: Eleven-and-one, baby! Eleven-and-one!Axel Reid: This is unbelievable! What an absolute disgrace to the name of Visionaries of Wrestling, and to Valquist's hard-earned belt!Ruby Parvati: What do you mean!? It's Ryder's belt now! He’s a double Champion, baby! And he also has the advantage in his series against Old Man Valium!Axel Reid: ...you don't really believe that. Tell me you don't really believe that!Before Ruby can say anything one way or another, however, 'Fight For Your Right' cuts off, causing the Xcellent Champion's head to turn towards the platform, trying to ascertain what is occurring. His doubts are put to rest a moment later, as another theme song replaces his own on the arena speakers, drawing the cheers of the crowd!Axel Reid: Business is just about to pick up here…Ruby Parvati: Ugh...why is Casper coming out here!As “I Will Not Break” by A Sound Of Thunder kicks into full swing, Stacy Jones can be seen standing at the top of the ramp, dressed in her wrestling gear along with her leather jacket. She begins to make her way down the ramp, her eyes locked onto Blade’s as she reaches the ring and hops up onto the apron before climbing through the ropes.Axel Reid: I don’t think Ryder’s too pleased with Stacy interrupting whatever this is that he’s doing in the ring…Ruby Parvati: One thing I don’t understand about Ryder is how he can think that this “thing” is bodacious…Jones calls for a microphone and is handed one, she turns her attention to Blade as “I Will Not Break” fades out.Stacy Jones: Having fun Ryder?Blade nods, laughing, however Jones doesn’t seem to find anything funny.Stacy Jones: You know...it’s one thing to tarnish the XCEL Championship by constantly failing to call it by it’s proper name...and by making a mockery of an open challenge, just because you don’t have the balls to fight a real wrestler with that title on the line. But to also mock the World Visionary Champion? And the championship itself? You’d already crossed the line Ryder, and now you’ve gone way too far, so I’m out here because it’s about time somebody did something about you!Bambi, not taking too kindly to Jones’ words, begins to get into her face before Blade gets between the two women and calms Bambi down as Jones just smirks.Stacy Jones: You better tell Barbie there that if she gets in my face like that again, I’ll break her f<BLEEP>ing jaw!Blade assures Jones that it won’t happen again as Bambi scowls at her.Stacy Jones: Now, I don’t know if you’re aware of this Ryder, but I never got my rightful rematch for the Xcel Championship that you cheated in taking from me…Blade tries to explain that he didn’t cheat to win the match, however Jones is having none of it.Stacy Jones: Oh cut the crap Ryder! Nobody is buying your bull s<BLEEP> excuses!Blade seems kind of taken back by the sudden outburst from Jones.Stacy Jones: Here’s the thing Ryder...you’re the worst Xcel Champion in VoW history...wait...second worst…She turns to the fans.Stacy Jones: Sorry, I forgot that Brett Carson had actually had a reign as Xcel Champion because it was that short…The fans cheer at the shot at Carson as Jones turns her attention back to Blade.Stacy Jones: Quite frankly, I’m getting sick and tired of you walking around like you own the place, like you’re something special because of a few victories under your belt. I’m getting sick of how you think you’re the greatest thing in the world because you’re the Xcel Champion, well I have news for you buddy, it’s not the championship that makes the wrestler...it’s the wrestler that makes the championship!Blade looks on at Jones, confused as he’s wondering just what exactly she is getting at.Stacy Jones: You wanna prove to the world that you’re worthy of holding that championship? You wanna prove to the world that you are indeed excellent at what you do? Well then I say prove it!Blade can be seen uttering the words, ‘I always prove it babe’ which he follows up with a wink and a cheeky grin.Stacy Jones: I may have my sights still set on the World Visionary Championship, but chances are, Ziu Zhong will be getting his rightful rematch at the Armed & Dangerous Pay-Per-View event...meaning I have some time to kill...so I say, why don’t you grow a pair...and put your Xcel Championship on the line at Armed & Dangerous...against...ME!!!The fans cheer wildly at the possibility of seeing Jones versus Blade II at the next Pay-Per-View event.Axel Reid: Now THAT Ruby, is a proper announcement!Ruby Parvati: Why does she feel like she deserves another chance at the #Xcellent Championship? Ryder’s already beaten her, what else does he have to prove?Blade along with his cohorts don’t look best pleased at the news.Stacy Jones: What do you say champ? Are you man enough to accept? Or are you just a scared little b<BLEEP>!Ryder takes a moment to reply, which he uses to give the stands a knowing look, as if to say ‘this chick, am I right?’ The stands react with the usual derision, but Ryder is not fazed. Instead, he addresses Stacy:Ryder Blade: Stace...babes...the Xcellent Champion gets it. He really does. It’s a bummer to lose...and then lose...and then lose again. Not that the Xcellent Champion knows about it, duh, he’s eleven-and-one, but y’know...the Xcellent Champion’s seen it in, like, the movies and stuff.More boos, as Stacy glowers.Ryder Blade: But babe...you gotta take a chill pill! For realsies, yo! Kick back, have a break, have a Kit-Kat, you feelin’ what the Xcellent Champion’s trying to say? Chillax, yo!Stacy, however, does not at all seem in the mood to do so. As such, it is with a shrug of resignation that Ryder continues:Ryder Blade: As far as the rest of it goes...let’s see. On one hand, we have YOUR Xcellent Champion, undefeated from NINE MATCHES, fresh off an Xcellent title defence at the Pay-Per-View and fresh off of beating Old Man Champion for the SECOND time!Ryder points towards the hapless rookie, still writhing on the floor, and the fans begin to boo again. The Champion, however, simply continues:Ryder Blade: On the other...we have a chick who, while most definitely baberiffic…Ryder throws Stacy a cheeky wink, which she does not seem to appreciate.Ryder Blade: ...has also lost to the Xcellent Champion not once, but twice. As well as losing to Old Man Valium, who the Xcellent Champion beat twice.More boos.Axel Reid: Will he knock it off with the stuff about beating Valquist twice? There’s no way whatever just happened back there counts as an official win!Ruby Parvati: Well, if you want to be like a stick in the mud like that, he still beat him once...how many times did Stacy beat himAxel finds no answer to this, as in the ring, Ryder continues:Ryder Blade: So the Xcellent Champion doesn’t really think you’re Xcellent enough to deserve another shot at his belt.Nuclear heat descends from the stands.Axel Reid: He wouldn’t, would he?Ryder, however, is not done. He smirks widely as he adds:Ryder Blade: ….however....A pause, as the crowd falls to a hush, then:Ryder Blade: ...however, the Xcellent Champion likes to be a gentleman. Especially to bodacious babes like you. So...the Xcellent Champion would be willing to think about it. That is, if...Axel Reid: ...if?Ryder Blade: …if you prove yourself to be Xcellent enough to hang with the Xcellent Champion.Ryder pauses, grinning mysteriously, as Stacy can be heard angrily asking ‘how?’ off the mic. It takes him a long moment to reveal his master plan:Ryder Blade: Breakthrough #32. You and a partner of your choice against the Xcellent Champion and a totally Xcellent partner of hischoosing, in a tag team match. If you manage to impress the Xcellent Champion, you will get your Xcellent rematch. But if he doesn’t think you’re Xcellent enough…Blade lets a shrug of the shoulders speak for itself, as Stacy glowers. He then turns to his rival again:Ryder Blade: Whaddya say, Stace? Deal?Stacy considers this for a moment, then nods, mouthing ‘deal’. The Xcellent Champion beams, then holds out a hand.Ryder Blade: Shake on it?The fans give a mixed reaction, as some seem to be urging Stacy not to shake Blade’s hand. The former Xcel Champion, however, decides to trust her opponent in this instance, and holds out her hand…...only for her trusting nature to cost her, of course.Ryder Blade: SIKE!!!A hand is withdrawn, a foot shot forward, and Stacy doubled over with a kick. Not a moment after the hit connects, the Xcellent Champion grabs Bambi and makes a dart for the ropes, quickly sliding out of the ring to hide behind his considerably hefty bodyguards. It is from this vantage position that he beats his retreat, walking backwards up the ramp, as a kneeling Stacy clutches her stomach in the ring.Axel Reid: What a cheap shot from the Xcel Champion on Stacy Jones!Ruby Parvati: She was going to attack him! Didn’t you see her hand? She was going to hit him! It was self-defence!To this, Axel replies with no more than a groan, as the feed focuses on a shot of Stacy being assisted by EMTs.Axel Reid: Ladies and gentlemen, the challenge has been set...but will the Xcel Champion live up to his word should Stacy Jones be victorious at Breakthrough #32?Ruby Parvati: Of course he will, Axel. He’s Xcellent. That’s what Xcellent Champions do.Axel Reid: Hmph...we’ll see. From what we saw here tonight, I somehow doubt it…Ruby seems set to make some sort of reply, but before she can do so, the show cuts to the back for yet another segment. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 6:54:50 GMT -6
Keisha Britely vs Ace Watson
‘Never Say Never’ by Justin Bieber plays throughout the arena as VoW rookie, Keisha Britely, makes her way to the top of the entranceway with a smile on her face. She begins to make her way to the ring with an excited energy to her as she walks over towards the fans and begins clapping hands with them on the way to the ring.Axel Reid: Keisha Britely has become quite popular with the fans, but that popularity hasn’t transcended into victories in the ring, Ruby.Ruby Parvati: She’s smiling now but I bet that smile is turned upside down when she loses again. Axel Reid: Oh give her a break, Ruby. Keisha has been giving her all since returning to the company.Ruby Parvati: And she’s lost both matches.Keisha struts up the ring steps and enters the ring, requesting a microphone. She’s handed a mic as she stares out at the audience with that smile still plastered across her face.Keisha Britely: Wassup with everyone tonight!?She shouts into the microphone, causing the audience to cheer and clap for her.Keisha Britely: Aight so I know I’ve had a bit of a bumpy road since returning to VoW, and I’m cool with that. I don’t expect this to be easy. When I heard that we could request our matches tonight, I had two people in mind that I wanted to wrestle. Naturally, both are guys that have defeated me since returning. Zakk Morris, our resident heartthrob wants nothin’ to do with me, which is cool. But that leaves me with one more option.Keisha pauses and looks out at the crowd again, they can sense where she’s going with it.Keisha Britely: Aight so I’ma take this time to call out the man that defeated me in the Quest for the Case qualifier, even though it took him two chances to get it right.She laughs into the microphone.Keisha Britely: Ace Watson...I’m challenging you to a match yo. You got the courage to accept?Keisha holds her arms out at her side, waiting to see if Ace will answer her challenge.“Liebe Ist Fuer Alle Da” by Rammstein (Instrumental) hits and a freshly unmaksed Ace walks out from behind the curtain, a slight crook in his step. Clearly his ladder match at Heatstroke is still taking a toll on him. He isn’t dressed in his ring gear, but is instead wearing a new “Ace Watson” t-shirt and jeans.Axel Reid: That six-man ladder match must have taken a lot out of Watson, can you see that slight limp?Ace makes his way down the ramp, and slightly less than the average walking pace, and takes a mic from a ringside technician. He then enters the ring via the corner steps and stands opposite Keisha. He looks around at the sold out crowd before looking to Keisha,Ace Watson: As much as I would love to accept this challenge, and beat you once again, I’m not fit to fight. And frankly, I don’t want to risk my career to do something I’ve already done before.The crowd boos at Ace’s remark, clearly displeased that it seems they aren’t going to get the match they were hoping for.Keisha nods her head, half expecting that sort of response from Ace.Keisha Britely: I figured you would say no, so I came prepared. Its funny you mention not wanting to do something you’ve already done, if that’s the CASE...why did you fight in a second Quest for the CASE qualifying match?Ruby Parvati: Does she think she’s a comedian now?Keisha Britely: You wanted a second opportunity, you were afforded one, I wasn’t. Cmon, you are limping I see that and I don’t want an easy victory, but you wouldn’t have been here at all if you weren’t cleared to compete. There’s no doctors note saying you can’t wrestle. Wassup, boo? You didn’t pin me the first time...scared you won’t be able to pin me tonight either?Keisha places one hand on her hip as she turns her head towards the crowd, holding the microphone up and towards the fans as they cheer her on, hoping to convince Ace to agree to the match.Ace laughs, clearly impressed by Keisha’s pre-prepared response. Ace Watson: Okay, first off, it would not be an easy victory, I could beat you even if I was in a worse condition than I am tonight.The crowd boos again.Ace Watson: And yes, I took that second chance at qualifying for the Quest for the Case match. Because I failed the first time. But I did not fail the second time, where I beat you and Chris Mosh. Sure, I didn’t pin you, but it will still go down in the records as a win for me, over you. And that record book will also have the list of all the losses you have had and will continue to have at this company. I’m doing you a favour by not defeating you again tonight.Keisha Britely: Doin’ me a favor boo? Forreal?Keisha steps closer to Ace, stopping a inches away from him. She waves her finger in his face.Keisha Britely: Nah, not at all. You wanna talk facts? Fact is, you, IF it was you, were wearin’ a mask last time we wrestled. How do we even know it was you under it? And honestly? All I’m hearin’ right now is a bunch of excuses. If you’re so good, beat me again. Or…Keisha again turns to the crowd, smile on her face, having fun.Keisha Britely: Or...do ya’ll think Ace is a chicken? Ace, are you a chicken?Keisha marches around the ring, parading like a chicken to mock and rile up Ace Watson!Axel Reid: Keisha having a little fun here tonight and the fans love it!Ruby Parvati: She looks like an idiot, what are we watching right now?Ace is clearly riled up by Keisha’s mocking, and his free hand clenches by his side
Ace Watson: I AM NOT A CHICKEN!!!He shouts desperately into the microphone, which only prompts the fans to start a chant calling him the very thing he just denied being. Ace Watson: OKAY! … You have your match!Ace throws the mic to ringside and takes the “Ace Watson” t-shirt off quickly, visibly angry from his new opponent’s comments.Axel Reid: Looks like we are getting that match after all!Ruby Parvati: He looks better without the shirt… And the mask, of course.Axel Reid: Of course you would think so.Keisha hands her microphone to the ringside crew as the referee rings the bell, signaling the start of the match. Ruby Parvati: So Keisha gets to wrestle in her ring gear and Ace has to wrestle in a pair of jeans? Doesn’t seem too fair to me.Axel Reid: Then maybe Ace should have come more prepared?Ruby Parvati: He wasn’t supposed to wrestle tonight, duh.Keisha and Ace circle around each other before meeting in the middle of the ring. The two tie up and Ace quickly uses his strength advantage to force Britely into the corner. He smirks and slaps her face, mocking her now. He goes for another but Keisha slides out from the corner and dropkicks Ace in the back sending him chest first into the corner. Ace stumbles back as Keisha gets on her hands and knee’s, causing Ace to trip over her and fall butt-first to the mat. Keisha gets up and begins doing a chicken dance once again, mocking Ace and getting the crowd in a frenzy.Crowd: He’s A CHICKEN!Axel Reid: Listen to the fans! They are loving this so far. Keisha really has a connection with them.Ruby Parvati: She’s turning every single person here into a liar. Ace is NOT a chicken!The chant continues from the crowd as Keisha backs away and motions for Ace to get up. As he does, she charges and jumps up, connecting with a hurricanrana and hooks his legs for a pin attempt but only gets a two count.Keisha gets back to her feet as Ace looks slightly fazed by her offense. He works his way to an almost standing position and Keisha hits him with a dropkick to the back, sending him across the ring. Ace calls out in pain as she must have connected with a weak spot.Axel Reid: Watson was put through a ladder at Heatstroke, it looks like his back is still feeling it. I think we can expect to see Keisha target that area from now on.Ace uses the ring ropes to pull himself up, but before he can Keisha hits him with a kick to the gut. She then pulls the man to his feet and hits him with a forearm to the side of the face. Watson stumbles back a few small steps before launching back with a fast clothesline, that Keisha ducks under and runs to the ropes, bouncing off them and flying at Ace with a jumping clothesline of her own!Axel Reid: I think Ace is starting to wish he hadn’t said this wouldn’t be an easy victory for Keisha, she’s getting all the offense in!Keisha measures him up as he slowly gets to his knees. She stomps her feet on the mat and shouts out ‘SOUTH BEACH SLICE!’ towards the crowd, signaling that she’s going to attempt one of her signature moves. She runs towards him and goes for the South Beach Slice kick to the back of his head but Watson ducks it. He grabs Keisha and pushes her towards the ropes aggressively as the Miami native falls, neck first onto the middle rope and crashes to the mat, clutching at her throat and trying to catch a breath.Ruby Parvati: The tables just turned in a major way. She’s not making any jokes now, is she?Watson uses this time to recuperate, and get some breath back into his lungs. He looks at the downed Keisha and stomps at her a few times, leaning on the ropes for balance. Ace drags her away from the edge of the ring and locks in a headlock. The crowd start to chant “Ace is a chicken!” in an attempt to wind him up and distract him, and this only makes him lock in the hold tighter. Keisha waves her arm around, trying to reach out for the ropes or something to grab hold of, before settling with trying to strike Ace in the head a few times, making Ace release the lock. Keisha again tries to regain her breath as Ace gets back to his feet. He waits for Keisha to get back to her feet as he stands in the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle. When she does he runs at her and knocks her straight back down to the mat with a clothesline. Axel Reid: Now it is Ace who is firmly in control of this match. You have to wonder if Keisha has enough left to muster a comeback.Ace walks over to Keisha and picks her up by the hair. He hits a bodyslam on her and then drops down and goes for a pin, but she kicks out at two. Ace stands up and begins playing with her, putting his boot on her forehead and pushing her around.Ruby Parvati: He can finish her whenever he wants, he’s just having his fun now. Karma is a…Ace puts his boot on her forehead again but this time Keisha grabs him around the ankle and trips him to the mat. She slides away from him and rises to her feet. Ace gets up and is met by a dropkick, he gets back up and is hit with another dropkick, and then a third! Axel Reid: I think I got my answer! Keisha is on fire here!As Ace drags himself off the mat slowly, he’s kicked in the midsection by Britely. Ace bends over and Keisha runs back off the ropes and returns with the SOUTH BEACH SLICE kick to the back of Watson’s head but he rolls to the floor so that Keisha can’t pin him!Ace is worn out and looks exhausted from the beat down he was receiving. He looks around at the crowd with a displeased expression and then looks back at Britely, who is stood in the center of the ring, ready for him to come back and fight, still clearly full of energy. The referee begins the ten count.Watson shakes his head and then starts walking, well, limping to the ramp, looking as if he was exiting the match. The “Ace is a chicken!” chants from the crowd return as the referee continues his count, getting to seven as Ace made his way back behind the curtain. Keisha shook her head in the ring, clearly disappointed that Ace chose to high tail it out instead of finishing the match. The referee reaches a 10 count and signals that the match is indeed over. The bell sounds and the ref raises Britely’s hand, but she doesn’t seem pleased.Ring Announcer: Your winner of the match, by way of countout, Keisha Britely!The fans are mixed, happy that Keisha won but upset that Ace chose to walk out. Keisha requests a microphone one more time and is handed one. She takes a few deep breaths into the mic before talking.Keisha Britely: You might have ran away this time Ace, but this is far from over. The fans want to see us do this again, we’re tied at one a piece now. Maybe next time, you won’t be a CHICKEN about it.Keisha smirks as she drops the mic and exits the ring, heading towards the backstage area.Axel Reid: I think this thing between Keisha Britely and Ace Watson is far from over, Ruby.Ruby Parvati: It’s clearly just beginning, and I can’t wait for him to shut her up.Keisha walks to the top of the ramp, waving and smiling at the fans. She’s not quite as happy as she was when she first came out but there’s still that usual sprite in her step. Just before she reaches the curtain, she turns and puts both arms up waving again to the crowd before making her way backstage. Ace Watson comes sprinting out from behind the curtain, and hits Keisha on the back of the head with a double forearm smash. This time he is wearing a mask, the same mask he had recently been allowed to take off after losing the bet with Beck Ramsey.
The crowd boo loudly as Ace kicks the downed Keisha a few times on the back, taunting her, and then raises his right hand slowly, this time taunting the crowd. Ruby Parvati: Okay, this is definitely just the beginning!Axel Reid: I’m just wondering why this time he’s wearing that mask… He doesn’t have to wear it anymore.Two security guards come out from behind the curtain, grabbing hold of Ace and pushing him towards backstage. Ace moves himself away from them, to stop them from touching him and makes his own way backstage. The security guards turn their attention to Keisha, and both help her to her feet, prompting a empathetic applause from the crowd. Keisha makes her way backstage with the help of the two men. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 6:56:33 GMT -6
From One Australian to Another
Axel Reid: Keisha looks to be okay but I have a strong feeling Keisha and Ace will meet again in the ring soon.Ruby Parvati: And Ace will put an end to her...The fans are still buzzing from that last match but before they can even get their bearings, the opening drum beats of Billy Talent's "Red Flag" echoes throughout the arena as the crowd erupt in a flurry of cheers and immediately begin to slam against whatever they can to the beat of the song. Once the song kicks in, "Indestructible" Owen Gonsalves bursts out from behind the curtains with a smirk on his face. Axel Reid: Well, this is a bit of a surprise, we knew Owen would be here tonight for merch selling and meeting the fans but I didnt know he was part of our program for tonight. Ruby Parvati: Ugh, I already hate having him around...He's all we see week in and week out now. Owen is pumped as he makes his way down the ramp, stopping to slam the guardrail with the fans before jogging down the rest of the way. He climbs up onto the apron and ascends up on the turnbuckle. He's quick to leap into the ring, picking up a mic on the way. His music slowly silences...Owen Gonsalves: It's been a minute...ain't it? It's been a fair bit since I've stepped in this ring and I've forced myself to do it in the past few weeks, to save Tyler Storm, my best friend one week and then save you...the fans the next from the radical, Xcel...not Xcellent, XCEL Champion...The man that hits that patented Springboard Bulldog that he calls Biiiittcchin Mondo Xtreme when really it should be called Bitchin Moanin Cryin...B-M-C!There's an applause and laughter from some of the fans, especially true wrestling fans who aren't exactly fond of a man who hasn't shown much technical wrestling ability despite holding a belt that prides itself on being just that. Soon a "BITCHIN MOANIN CRYIN!" chant begins to echo around the arena...Owen simply points the microphone out to the audience, in hopes of projecting the noise even louder.Owen Gonsalves: But...The noise is still there but at the sound of Owen trying to speak, it eventually hushes.Owen Gonsalves: But I'm not out here to create some sort of a chant that'll probably be chanted over and over every time he hits that Springboard Bulldog of his and potentially ruin the move in total...oh no, that's just the start of my night because while I'm all for messing with talent like Ryder, I take pride in showcasing newer talent that you people have yet to discover and that, Beauport, Quebec, Canada...is what I really am out here to do. There's a pop at the mention of the place where this show is being broadcasted from but Owen continues speaking anywho.Owen Gonsalves: I take pride in the fact that I cut my teeth in America but chose to find my path to the big leagues from my home, Australia...I trained out in Michigan for 5 years, broke many limbs and lost my mother while I was in the midst of training. I missed moments with all my family but that was what I was willing to go through for this business and...hard work paid off, all those sacrifices paid off and at 26 years of age I'm working to build my name up in this business. There's a moment of applause as Owen slowly nods his head. Owen Gonsalves: And I'm proud of the fact I got here to this point by working my ass off in the Australian independents...Wrestling is growing worldwide, Japan's puroresu style is being found in the arsenal of international wrestlers more frequently, Britain's catch-as-catch-can style is being brought up to a higher level and to more eyes, Lucha Libre has become a national mainstay in American professional wrestling for years and years now. Professional wrestling is global without a doubt and I didn't want that to ever change, back at home I'm humbly honored that there's people that have claimed that I had brought Australian professional wrestling to the limelight once I had returned to America. That's an achievement that will never be topped in my eyes...Once again the fans cheer this history lesson on Owen's career...Owen Gonsalves: I'm even more proud to see that in recent months Australian professional wrestling has once again risen, companies based out of Australia are being seen by international eyes, wrestlers are making their way out of Australian borders...but I feel as though it needs another big heave into the limelight and that's why I'm out here, there's a young man back there, newly signed that has yet to make his debut and tonight I'm incredibly proud to call him out here and give him an opportunity to make an introduction. Axel Reid: Oh...Could this be?Owen Gonsalves: This young man popped up on the Australian independents a few years after I had left for bigger horizons and I can't wait for him to go through a journey I had the priveledge of taking myself. Ladies and gentlemen, VoW's newest signee...from Brisbane, Australia...Tyron Bickerton!
The opening riff of Bowling For Soup's "No Hablo Inglés" rings through a VoW arena for the very first time, as spotlights flash around the entrance way. As the song progresses, Tyron steps out from behind the curtain, to a rather decent ovation from the crowd – possibly due to the endorsement from Owen Gonsalves moments ago. He stands on the entrance ramp for a few moments, looking around at the crowd and nodding with pride.Axel Reid: Hey, yeah, I’ve heard of this guy… He’s taken the Australian Indy scene by storm the last few years.Tyron makes his way down the ramp and climbs between the ropes, raising his fist to the crowd’s approval.Ruby Parvati: Gonsalves is endorsing this guy? Scraping the bottom of the barrel, much?Owen hands the microphone over to Tyron, who accepts it with a nod of appreciation. The fans’ cheering and other generic sounds dwindle down to silence as this new recruit to the VoW roster raises the microphone to speak for the first time.Tyron Bickerton: I’m here. I’m actually here.A few fans let out a small cheer, obviously the ones who have followed his career since the indy days.Tyron Bickerton: For a long time, I didn’t think I had what it takes to make it onto a stage such as this. Five years on the Australian Indy circuit, that’s all I ever heard from fans and critics alike – “Oh, Tyron Bickerton? Yeah, he’s good, but he’ll never make it”.Ruby Parvati: Can’t imagine why they’d think that…Axel Reid: Sssh!Tyron Bickerton: Now I realise I’m not your typical pro wrestler. I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t seen the inside of a gym in years. And as I look out at all of you, I see many empty seats. I see men and women leaving their chairs, heading off to the bathroom or the concession stand; and I get it.He lowers the microphone as a few people cheer in support of him, while some of those who were leaving stop in place and turn their attention to the ring. He once again raises the microphone.Tyron Bickerton: To those who cheer me, and have followed me since the beginning – thank you. You’re the reason I travelled halfway across the world, and I couldn’t do this without you. And, to those who disparage me, well…He pauses for a moment, as the detractors make their voices heard.Tyron Bickerton: Don’t worry, you’ll be seeing what I can do very soon.No Hablo Inglés plays once again, to the mixed response of the live crowd.Axel Reid: It looks as though Tyron’s got a long way to go before he wins the fans over.Ruby Parvati: Myself included. I’m not even slightly impressed by what I’ve seen out of this guy.Axel Reid: You haven’t seen him in the ring yet, whereas I have. You may be pleasantly surprised. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 6:58:53 GMT -6
A Promise The opening bass line to "I Will Not Break" by A Sound Of Thunder begins to bellow through the PA system and the arena lights shut off and with every stroke of the bass guitar comes a faint flicker of purple light as the fans rise to their feet. Soon after, the drums kick in and with every strike of the drum, a much brighter purple light begins to flash which causes the fans to scream with excitement. Finally the guitar riff kicks in and the lights come back on a little as purple strobe lighting flickers furiously across the entire arena in time with the music. "And you heard the girls talking...you thought they were talking about you..." "Oh no, we can't ask her! She's a creep!" "Who are they talking about?" As the song kicks into full swing, the camera cuts to the stage where we see Stacy Jones, sporting her leather jacket and a black bandanna with 'Your Final Penance Is Coming' written on it wrapped around her head, looking out at the fans with a smile on her face before she begins to make her way down the ramp towards the ring. Axel Reid: And there she is ladies and gentlemen, she poured her heart and soul into that Six Visions Of Pain match at Heatstroke, even after suffering the loss of her fiance earlier that evening. She may not have walked out of it with the World Visionary Championship, but she certainly proved to the world she has what it takes to win it someday... Ruby Parvati: Don’t give me nightmares Axel! It was bad enough that this “thing” actually managed to become the interim World Champion twice during that match... Jones reaches the bottom of the ramp and hops up onto the ring apron and with her back resting on the ropes, she launches herself over the top rope, doing a back flip into the ring. She then walks towards the centre of the ring, raising her arms, making the devils horns sign with her hands before she calls for a microphone as "I Will Not Break" fades out. Stacy Jones: Well, I’m not going to lie to you, I was hoping to be coming out here with the VoW World Visionary Championship in my possession, but unfortunately as you can all see, that’s not the case... The fans boo slightly, disappointed that Jones isn’t the World Champion. Stacy Jones: But hey...at least the title isn’t in the possession of The Orphanage... The fans cheer a little. Stacy Jones: I could stand here and ramble about how I feel like I’ve let all of you down, that I’ve let my family and friends down, that I’ve let myself down by not walking out of Heatstroke with the VoW World Visionary Championship... She paces the ring a little. Stacy Jones: But then that would defeat the object of my whole hash tag no fear no negativity mantra now wouldn’t it? And I want to show people that the whole hash tag no fear no negativity thing, isn’t a catchphrase I use just so I can get a bit extra money from merchandise sales...no...I want to show people that it’s something that I live by. In life, you’re going to have to deal with problems, problems that will make you afraid, problems that will make you feel that there is no hope. I want to show people that if you conquer your fears and conquer your negativity, that you can make your life better, that you can achieve whatever you want to achieve in life! And that’s what the whole hash tag no fear no negativity thing is all about... Some cheers and a ripple of applause come from the crowd. Stacy Jones: So no...I’m not going to feel sorry for myself about not winning the World title at Heatstroke, instead, I’m going to focus on the positives. I managed to hang with five of VoW’s top wrestlers, I proved that I can beat the top wrestlers in this company. I proved that I am World Visionary Championship material...so I’m going to state right here, right now...that by the end of 2015...I WILL either be World Champion, or have had a World Championship reign... The fans cheer wildly. Stacy Jones: That’s right! I am NOT slowing down...I am NOT leaving the World title picture! I am going to continue to fight my way up to the top! And I don’t care who the champion may be when I get my shot, whether it’s Valquist...Zhong...English...I don’t give a damn! The next time I walk into a World Visionary Championship match...I am going to be walking out of that match...WITH the World Visionary Championship...and that's a promise! Jones drops the microphone and “I Will Not Break” blasts out of the PA system as she leaves the ring and begins to head up the ramp. Axel Reid: Well, a bold statement left by Stacy Jones...she has promised that by the end of this year, she will have had a World Visionary Championship reign... Ruby Parvati: The girl’s delusional...she needs to get out of her dream world and come back to reality, and that reality is, she’s just not good enough to become World Champion... |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 7:01:41 GMT -6
A Direct Message
Axel Reid: It has certainly been an eventful evening. But I think now...joining us from his own home...we have one of the participants of that grueling World Title match. It’s Seth Iser...and Seth...thanks for making time for us today.The room that Iser is in would be his living room looking slightly labored. There is a predominantly negative reaction from the audience. He’s dressed far more casually in the comfort in his own home rather than what he’d normally appear in public with a silver football uniform with blue numbers representing the coal miner styled uniform his WVU Mountaineers wear and a pair of blue jeans. He’s thoughtfully just sitting on a black couch as all of the things that have been vandalized when he and Owen had their brawl have thankfully been replaced or repaired.Seth Iser: You all asked for the time. I take it that there’s something urgent that someone needs to ask when I wanted to take some time for my kid. So...fire away.Ruby Parvati: Let’s start with the obvious question...how are you feeling?Seth Iser: I feel like a person who has cracked ribs.Iser delivers that line in a very dry manner. There’s even some chuckles from the audience at the obvious sarcasm he delivered but his face is fully serious.Seth Iser: I was one of the unfortunate two that started a match that should’ve never truly been conceived, Ruby. The idea behind deciding a true champion like that only adds more questions to any potential controversy. There was no reason for us to be caged up in that ring either...especially when the cage didn’t prevent the rest of the damned orphanage and Isis from getting involved and tainting the championship even further. The actions of ALL FIVE of my opponents...either before or during that match...were disgraceful to me. Disgraceful to the championship belt. And disgraceful to wrestling and the company we wrestle for.Iser’s face is obviously bitter the more he speaks about that particular match. The pointed accusation by Seth toward all five of his recent opponents doesn’t warrant him a particularly positive reception from the live audience but despite his wounds...it looks like the veteran is doubling down on how he feels.Axel Reid: Seth. You know that you have to say more than just that. Could you care to elaborate?Seth Iser: I’m not a Republican politician or Hillary Clinton...so I’ll gladly elaborate. Ziu’s offense was the lightest. He wasn’t himself...so he merely disgraced himself...and unfortunately that belt. The Orphanage’s rampant interference as well as the tactic that Ziu used to win the title cover those three fairly well...that makes each of them cowards and certainly doesn’t get English closer to the world title...or the throne he often fantasizes about taking from me. That means every single of them have once again...tainted this company. And then there’s you Stacy Jones.Iser’s tone gets particularly dark when he’s thinking of the last name in that match. The audience does cheer the mentor of her name but there’s an intangible pain...that shoots through Iser’s face because he reacts too aggressively from his midsection. He just takes a minute to take a breath, recollect himself and then calmly goes back to speaking.Seth Iser: You claim to be a model for young girls...for females. Then you...acting worse than my child ever has, burn the pictures of all of us while divulging in a psychotic rant. You, my dear, are a level above even the Orphanage and Val in terms of hypocrisy...I don’t know whether to be impressed that such a level exists...or disgusted that such a talented wrestler has once again wasted her gift that’s just as bad...if not worse than when I squandered it for the first half of my career. Does that make me a monster to point it out?Axel Reid: Maybe she feels like you’re the worst person to point it out.Axel’s direct challenge causes some ooos from the audience but Iser isn’t flinching at all. He doesn’t change emotions...anything. He answers honestly.Seth Iser: Axel. It makes me the best person to do so considering what I’ve done. She should be an influence and is on many girls...like my daughter. She needs to understand the weight of her position. That’s why I’m so harsh on her. I have to be. And if she disagrees with my position...then let the ring settle our issues. It’s how we do it. All it takes is paperwork and a request and I know for a fact they’ll find a place to schedule it.Axel Reid: I’m glad you brought that up Iser. Saying how people settle things in the ring...so let me get right to it. Patrick Jones has mentioned one instance where the ring...which you say settle issues didn’t at all when there was a countout decision with you two. Why take the countout?Iser lets out a semblance of a smirk on his face...almost as if he’s surprised he got that direct of a question from Axel in this arranged interview. A half look of respect there.Seth Iser: Not defending it but I wanted to go into the match with Owen healthy. Thing is...I never claimed to be a good man or a nice one. Just honest because the truth doesn’t discriminate. I know the only way to rectify the situation between the two of us. There’s a Pay Per View coming up. I don’t have anything behind my sleeves when I say this...so I say we rectify our little dispute...philosophical or actual in the middle of that ring. Thunder Bay, Ontario Patrick...at Armed and Dangerous. September Fourteenth. You and me. One on one.Ruby Parvati: That was direct.Axel Reid: And that’s a challenge if there ever was one.Seth Iser: He’ll accept Axel. Partially because as a professional...it’s hard to run from a challenge and a match actually on the pay per view rather than the pre show just pays more. It’s like that in any business. Plus he’s intent on cleaning up wrestling. If he views me as a problem with what I’ve done. Here’s his chance. He’ll take it. But if you come at a Deity, Patrick...you best not miss. That’s your warning. So with that said. I’ve fulfilled my obligations for this interview...now I’d want to return to my personal time with my kid. So this interview is over.Iser calmly takes the microphone off of his shirt as he labors to stand up on his feet, his knee a little sore but his ribs a bigger source of consternation for him as he places it down on the couch and walks off from everything.Axel Reid: What do you know Ruby...that’s about as forward of a challenge as we’ve ever seen in our company’s history. Patrick Jones against Seth Iser...two people who have known each other for years but rarely have been opposite each other in the ring.Ruby Parvati: Patrick would be in over his head if he accepted the challenge from a focused Seth Iser, Axel...but it’d look far worse if he were to decline.Axel Reid: He’d never decline. Just seems to be what Iser thinks...and what I believe. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 7:03:32 GMT -6
Stacy Jones vs Matt Robinson "Live For This" by Hatebreed blasts out of the PA system and the fans boo heavily as "The Punisher" Matthew Robinson slowly walks out onto the stage with an angry look on his face. He looks around at the booing fans and sneers at them before he begins to slowly and methodically make his way down the ramp. Axel Reid: Well here’s a man who in my opinion, is probably lucky to still have a job here in VoW after what he did to an innocent official after his match against Seifer Black at Heatstroke... Ruby Parvati: The official should have gotten the Hell out of the ring, people know what Matt is like when he gets angry... Robinson reaches the bottom of the ramp and slithers underneath the bottom rope before walking across the ring, he calls for a microphone and snatches one from the stage hand as "Live For This" fades out. Matthew Robinson: So, I’m expected to apologize for what I did to the official involved in my match against Seifer Black at Heatstroke... Robinson flashes a quick smirk before turning serious again. Matthew Robinson: Well you know...I don’t apologize for something that I’m not responsible for... The fans boo heavily. Axel Reid: What the Hell is he talking about? He put an innocent official in hospital, he may never be able to work again! Ruby Parvati: Quiet Axel! Let him explain... Robinson shakes his head at the booing fans. Matthew Robinson: You boo me before I’ve even explained why it wasn’t my fault! Typical.. He paces the ring a little. Matthew Robinson: No, you see...it was Seifer’s fault for what happened to that official...HE should be the one out here apologizing! You see, he knows how angry I can get, so what did he do after he beat me at Heatstroke? Did he just have his arm raised by the referee and then just walked up the ramp to the back? NO! He continued to rub his victory in my face by parading around the ring...pandering to you idiots! He couldn’t just be content with beating me, he had to go and add insult to injury by rubbing it in my face! The fans boo even more. Axel Reid: Oh c’mon...what a load of bull... Ruby Parvati: No it’s not! He’s right! Robinson slowly cracks his neck from left to right. Matthew Robinson: But you know what, I couldn’t give a damn about that referee...and I’ll be damned if I’m going to allow Seifer Black to walk around here, with his head held up high, gloating about how he defeated me at Heatstroke! It was a damn fluke Seifer, and you know it! He begins seething slightly. Matthew Robinson: So here’s what’s going to happen Seifer...you’re going to get your ass out here right now! And you’re going to give me a rematch...right here...RIGHT NOW...TONIGHT!!! The fans cheer wildly at the prospect of seeing Robinson versus Black two, right here tonight. After a few moments of waiting, Black is nowhere to be seen. Matthew Robinson: Seifer...you really don’t want to test my patience... Again, a few moments pass and there is still no sign of Black. Robinson let’s out a slight but angry chuckle before he rolls out of the ring. Axel Reid: What’s he doing? Ruby Parvati: Whatever he damn well pleases... He walks up to a male fan who looks to be in his mid-20’s and he’s clad in Seifer Black gear including one of his T-shirts and face paint. Robinson chuckles again before he suddenly grabs the fan and drags him out over the barricade before throwing him into the ring. Axel Reid: What the? He’s just a fan damn it! Ruby Parvati: He’s not to blame for this, Seifer is... Robinson slides back into the ring after him and grabs the fan, lifting him up onto his feet, he picks the microphone back up, his face red with rage. Matthew Robinson: SEIFER! IF YOU DON’T GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! THIS FAN OF YOURS WILL SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE FEEDING THROUGH A SURGICAL TUBE!!! Suddenly “Firestarter” by Sepultura blasts out of the PA system and Seifer Black walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. Seifer Black: Okay Matt... “Firestarter” cuts off as Black looks visibly concerned about the well being of the fan. Seifer Black: You got me out here...let the man go...you’ve gotten what you want, you don’t need to threaten this guy... Robinson chuckles before letting go of the fan. Matthew Robinson: GET THE HELL OUT OF MY RING!!! The fan quickly scurries from the ring and back over the barricade to safety as Robinson laughs before turning his attention back to Black. Matthew Robinson: I knew that would get you to come out...so let’s get right too it...I want my rematch and I want it right now...tonight! Again, the fans cheer wildly at the prospect of seeing these two fight again. Seifer Black: Oh, we’ll definitely be fighting again Matt...but we’re going to be doing it on my terms, not yours...so we won’t be fighting tonight... The fans boo slightly and Robinson smirks, shaking his head a little. Matthew Robinson: For someone who is all about making his fans happy, you’re not doing a very good job of it tonight... Black chuckles a little. Seifer Black: Oh, I have a way of making these fans happy...because before I came out here, I came up with a plan... Robinson looks on at Black in confusion. Seifer Black: Since you’re already dressed to compete tonight...and since you’re so eager to get involved in a fight...I’ve found someone who is more than willing to take you on, one on one tonight... The fans cheer wildly. Seifer Black: Someone who still hasn’t forgotten what you did to her when you first debuted here in VoW...someone who both you and I have known for nearly six years... The fans cheers get even louder as they have now realised who Black is talking about. Seifer Black: Ladies and gentlemen...my sister...STACY...JONES!!! The opening bass line to "I Will Not Break" by A Sound Of Thunder begins to bellow through the PA system and the arena lights shut off and with every stroke of the bass guitar comes a faint flicker of purple light as the fans rise to their feet. Soon after, the drums kick in and with every strike of the drum, a much brighter purple light begins to flash which causes the fans to scream with excitement. Finally the guitar riff kicks in and the lights come back on a little as purple strobe lighting flickers furiously across the entire arena in time with the music. "And you heard the girls talking...you thought they were talking about you..." "Oh no, we can't ask her! She's a creep!" "Who are they talking about?" As the song kicks into full swing, the camera cuts to the stage where we see Stacy Jones, sporting her leather jacket and a black bandanna with 'Your Final Penance Is Coming' written on it wrapped around her head standing beside Black, looking out at the fans with a smile on her face before she begins to make her way down the ramp towards the ring. Axel Reid: Well this is certainly going to be an interesting contest... Ruby Parvati: Who does Seifer think he is? Making matches like this... Jones reaches the bottom of the ramp and hops up onto the ring apron and with her back resting on the ropes, she launches herself over the top rope, doing a back flip into the ring whilst Black makes his way around the ring and over the announce table. Jones then walks towards the centre of the ring, raising her arms, making the devils horns sign with her hands before she unzips her leather jacket, taking that and her bandanna off and handing them to a stage hand as "I Will Not Break" fades out. Axel Reid: It looks as if we’re being joined by Seifer Black here... Ruby Parvati: Oh joy... Black picks up a headset and puts it on and shakes the hand of Reid. Seifer Black: Hello Axel...thought I’d sit in on this one if you don’t mind... Axel Reid: Of course not Seifer, please, take a seat... Seifer Black: Thanks... Black takes a seat beside Reid and the camera cuts back to the ring where along with Jones and Robinson are now an official and Jerry Heisenberg. Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida by way of London, England...standing in at 6 foot 5 and weighing in at 245 pounds! “The Punisher”...Matthew...Robinson! The fans boo heavily but Robinson ignores them as he keeps his attention focused on Jones. Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent, from New York City, New York...standing in at 5 foot 7 and weighing in at 150 pounds! Stacy...Jones! The fans cheer wildly as Jones raises her arms, holding up the devil’s horns with her hands before focusing her attention back on Robinson. Axel Reid: Well, if my understanding is correct, this will be the first time these two have ever faced off against one another... Seifer Black: You are indeed correct with that statement Axel... The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway, both competitors circle one another before locking up in the centre of the ring. Robinson, having the considerable height and weight advantage, easily pushes Jones to the mat and lets out a laugh afterwards. Ruby Parvati: Casper has no chance against Matt here, be prepared to watch your sister get destroyed here tonight Seifer... Seifer Black: You’re hilarious Ruby, ever thought of being a comedienne? Jones quickly gets back to her feet and the two lock up again and this time, Robinson locks Jones into a side headlock. He then attempts a hip toss, however Jones manages to counter it into an arm drag which catches Robinson off guard. Axel Reid: Brilliant counter there from Stacy... Both look to lock up for a third time, but Robinson’s had enough and delivers a stiff kick to Jones’ gut before following that up with a flurry of vicious European uppercuts. He once again delivers another swift kick to her gut before hitting her with a snap Suplex followed by a leaping knee drop to her chest. Ruby Parvati: Matt not allowing Stacy to catch a breather... Robinson then drops over Jones and hooks her leg. 1... 2... Kick-out! Seifer Black: Matt should know that it’s going to take a lot more than that to keep Stacy down... Jones wisely rolls out of the ring to the outside to create some distance between the two of them. Robinson, not wanting to give her any time to recover, climbs out of the ring and marches towards Jones, however she hits him with a drop toe hold, forcing his head to bounce off the barricade. Axel Reid: A quick desperation move there by Stacy, but can she capitalize on it? Jones then quickly rolls back into the ring, she measures Robinson before hitting the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and then diving over the top rope and landing right on top of Robinson with a suicide dive, landing on her feet. Seifer Black: Beautiful suicide dive there...and she landed on her feet afterwards... Ruby Parvati: Unfortunately... Jones walks around the corner of the ring and lets out a blood curdling scream which the fans reciprocate with cheers. She then measures Robinson as he slowly gets to his feet and as soon as he does, she charges towards the corner and dives through the ropes and then transitions it into a tornado DDT. Axel Reid: What an unbelievable move that was...very innovative and very unique... Jones picks Robinson up and pushes him into the ring before climbing back in after him before she covers him, hooking his inner leg. 1... 2... Kick-out! Seifer Black: I said it before when Matt tried to put away Stacy early, she needs to do more than that to keep Matt down... Ruby Parvati: Wow Seifer, you almost sounded like you were being impartial there... Jones asks the referee if he was sure it wasn’t a three count and the official does indeed inform her of that so Jones goes back to focusing on the match and as soon as Robinson gets to his feet, Jones delivers a hard kick to Robinson’s right leg, followed by a hard kick to his left leg. She then hits Robinson with a spinning back kick to his gut, dropping him to his knees and she finally finishes it off with a hard kick to the side of his head. Axel Reid: Great combination there, one of the many styles of wrestling that Stacy has adopted over the years is that of the Japanese stiff style known as Puroreso, which she learned from you Seifer... Seifer Black: Yes indeed, I spent many many years training in Japan, their style is very different to the style over here in the States...but that’s one of the reasons why I love that kind of style. Stacy, she just wants to excel in every style of wrestling so she’s very willing to learn those styles... Jones then screams again to get the crowd pumped up as she measures Robinson who is slowly getting to his feet. Ruby Parvati: C’mon Matt! As soon as he gets to his feet and turns around, Jones attempts to nail him with Stacy’s Kick, however Robinson ducks it and Jones turns around into a Total Punishment from out of nowhere. Axel Reid: Total Punishment connects! This could be it! Robinson glares down at his fallen opponent and begins to chuckle. Seifer Black: Why isn’t he going for the cover? He could have already been declared the winner by now... Robinson then begins to slowly back his way up into the corner and the fans begin to boo as they know what’s coming. Ruby Parvati: That’s why he’s not going for the cover...he doesn’t just want to beat Stacy, he wants to do us all a favour and take her out of action... Suddenly Black stands to his feet and pulls off his headset, Robinson catches him in the corner of his eye and the two begin to yell obscenities at one another. Axel Reid: Well the war between these two may very well get even worse if Robinson goes ahead and puts Seifer’s sister out of action... Ruby Parvati: VoW’s better off without her... Robinson then flips Black the bird, which is obviously censored, before he then charges towards Jones with the Black Out Kick. Fortunately for her, the fans and her brother though, Jones manages to move out of the way just in time and quickly rolls Robinson up into a pin. 1... 2... 3??? DING DING DING!!! Axel Reid: She did it! “I Will Not Break” blasts out of the PA system and Jones quickly rolls out of the ring whilst Black rushes round the ring to celebrate with her as in the ring, Robinson cannot believe it. Ruby Parvati: This is so embarrassing...poor Matt... Black is laughing and pointing to an irate Robinson as he raises his sister’s arm in victory. Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner...Stacy...Jones! Black and Jones slap the fans hands on their way up the ramp as Robinson paces back and forth in the ring seething. Axel Reid: What a huge victory for Stacy here tonight...defeating a former five-time World Heavyweight Champion...THAT along with her impressive showing at Heatstroke, definitely proves that she is more than capable, of becoming a World Champion... Ruby Parvati: I swear, if Stacy Jones ever becomes World Champion, I’ll leave VoW! |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 7:05:37 GMT -6
Be Kind, Rewind The lights go dim as the eerie voice of a former member of the notorious Manson Family rings through the arena."yeah, I remember her saying:I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage. There is a mixed reaction in the Canadian city. English smirks slightly as a small “CASS-A-NOVA” clap, clap, clap. Is heard through the ruckus. Axel Reid: I am actually looking forward to his antics this week. I mean after that devastating loss at Heatstroke he must be in a foul mood. He lost his chance to gain his championship back after Ziu embarrassed him beating Casanova in his only title defense. "You're going to get up and scream. I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..."You're going to get up and-Burn an x in your head."Pyro blasts off and the lights turn back on as Casanova English takes a long drag off his already lit cigarette, his leather jacket hung loosely over his shoulders. In his hand he holds a microphone like a loaded gun as he walks straight to the ring, his cigarette tight in his lips rather than it's typical loosely hanging fashion.Ruby Parvati:English is a professional. He is fine, it's just business as usual. Back to the drawing board. It's not like Ziu had a very successful title reign Axel. Casanova walks up the steps and enters via the middle rope. He paces the ring taking short sharp drags off his cigarette and scratching his chin. The crowd grows quiet as Casanova pulls the microphone up to his lips, the cigarette lodged neatly in the corner. English: So the word on the street is poor Ziu Zhong may not be around to claim the right as number one contender. I'll say it again, and again. When you face Casanova English, something breaks in you. It's not a battle of brawn, or even brains, it is a battle of will. It all started with Bobby Backdoor over a year ago. I beat the former World Champion like a disobedient house wife in the 1950's. Then Matt Slater. A man that the “Deity of Destruction” Seth Iser was looking to claim the head of. He faced me and what happened? The game just got too God damn big for a man who thought he had seen it all in this business. I am the missing link. Last year at Heatstroke I fought PKA, and it gassed him. Exhausted after our match Brett Carson picked his bones. I proved that when I went on to end the short career of Starrkadian. I proved him to be just another mortal, just another sad muscle bound projection of the perfect man. After that I went on to take the head of “The Queen”. I put that psychotic down. I ended something she was far too proud to end herself. I put V out of her misery. Now Ziu Zhong! He exerted too much energy trying to defeat me, he invested his time in Casanova English and it cost him at the end of the day. He forgot about the other hungry dogs that were nipping at our heels. He went on to loose to Ryder Blade, and then his Championship at Heatstroke. He was a shell of himself at that PPV, and you fans know it. Axel Reid: This guy gives himself too much credit. He can't claim all those bodies.Ruby Parvati:Well he isn't wrong. Facing Casanova did lead to a lot of those people stepping away. English smirks at the chants of “ZERO TO HERO!!!” That flood his ear drums, but he knows tonight that call won't be answered. English: Now Ziu isn't around! He's not here to snap selfies and have fun. You know who is here? Just like he is week in and week out? Do you know who is here to save the sport you love? Casanova English! The faint “CAS-A-NOVA” clap, clap, clap is heard again amongst a mostly mixed reaction. English nods his head letting his small but loyal cult following know he hears their plea.Ruby Parvati: People are staring to wake up Axel.Axel Reid: I can't believe it. Those poor delusional people. English: That is what keeps me from falling off like the rest of them. . . consistency. Now, I know what you are thinking. How can I say that when I am not standing before you with the World Visionary Championship latched around my waist? Everyone has a bad night, I mean when you are plopped into some match that is basically decided on LUCK! What can you expect? I have never been much of a gambler. Management didn't even give me my one request.Axel Reid: Why would they answer to a terrorist's demands? He sued his way to getting a World Championship match in the first place. English holds up one finger angrily, blowing a smoke ring he smiles and calmly pushes his finger through the thick ring before it floats off to the high ceilings of the arena above the fans. Ruby Parvati: You people are just angry Casanova changed the game and everyone is still trying to figure out how to catch up. English: You didn't give me Ziu Zhong for 5 minutes. All I was asking for was 5 minutes alone, but you couldn't do that. You couldn't risk your poster boy being beaten to a bloody pulp in the first 5 minutes of VOW's most high profile match to date. I guess that is the nature of this business. It always has been. The plan to put 5 other men in this match where a pin fall can take place at any moment on any person at any time and the person covering becomes champion. Congratulations, you now have a champion. A champion that initially walked out of this company A LOSER! A man that had three losses in a row before stepping through those ropes at Heatstroke. The great, “The Valiant” Valquist.The crowd cheers at the name of the new World Champion. “The Modern Day Messiah” takes a long sharp drag off his cigarette as he steps toward the ropes and leans on them facing the entrance. English taps the ash off his cigarette squinting his eyes looking up the ramp as if expecting the champion to come bolting down at any second, or was he expect ing Val at all? English: You know they give me a lot of $h*t in this company for playing the numbers game, yet at the end of Heatstroke Val got his butt buddy back. Yeah Isis. No, not the terrorist organization, but he did do something just as heinous. He made the choice to hit me with a maneuver he fittingly calls “enlightenment.” You know what? I think it did give me an epiphany. It made me realize that management is clearly not going to correct their mistakes. They won't whole-heartily embrace what this company could be. Ruby Parvati: Casanova was taking this place to unmarked territory when he was World Visionary Champion. He challenged Gaia, the Champion of GPW and he put the VOW brand on the map by defeating her. With Arty coming up on the end of her contract with GPW she could be the newest member of The Orphanage. English leans back off the ropes now puffing again on his cancer stick. English paces around in a small circle from a mixed reaction in the crowd. English stops, and slowly sexily takes a slow long drag off his cigarette. He closes his eyes before blasting the smoke out of his nostrils. Axel Reid: I don't see Artemis signing here and joining this mad man. We all know English is out for himself and his own organization.Ruby Parvati: That doesn’t mean it's necessarily bad for VOW's business though does it. English: I am going to transport you all through a time machine. Stefan and Ryan think that they can put me in a championship match right after I represent VOW beating the GPW World Champion. They set Ziu Zhong up to win that championship from me, and fair enough. For the first time in my career I was out smarted. I honestly applaud you for that. You got the championship off of me and now through the twisted wreck that has been the last two months in VOW Valquist now holds that title. Like I said, I am going to take you though a time machine. Right now I am challenging Valquist, or Isis, or all of Full Measures, whoever VOW has labeled as Champion. You come in here, win a match based on luck. . . don't let it go to your head. I know the kind of person you are. You want to prove you are the best in VOW, and there is only one route to doing that. It's through ME! I am “The Regulator”, “The Modern Day Messiah.”English throws his cigarette hard to the center of the ring. He stomps down hard with his boot crushing it into the mat. English: I will stomp the back of your neck to the ring I bled giving meaning to. I'll drag you from post to post of my home, bashing your skull. I will send you to a whole new infinity. I will bring credibility back to this organization that has been trying to rid me since day one. I will take that championship from the hands of “The Valiant”, and it will be as if the 15 minutes of fame he, and Ziu had didn't even happen. Both of them will be a distant memory in the shadow of The Orphanage. “Real Solution #9” blasts through the PA, as English steps through the ropes and walks up the ramp focused. Out of character he doesn't even acknowledge the cheers and jeers from the fans. The Messiah has a mission. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 7:07:49 GMT -6
The Martyr Has Arrived
Cameras found themselves returning to the ringside area. All the fans were assuming that they were going to get to see the next bit of action take place. When all of the sudden the arena lights found themselves shutting off. The entire arena was in a blacked out state and as one could of imagined caused quite a bit of confusion within the arena. Fans could be heard chatting among themselves and some were even booing for this isn’t what they paid for.
Axel Reid: We apologize folks. We must be experiencing some type of technical difficulties
Ruby Parvati: Well, this is certainly going to have to save us from seeing someone boring coming out. But then on the flip side the rad reality is I’m going to have to listen to these fans complain.
Axel Reid: They kind of do have the right to complain about something like this. They spent their hard earned money to be here.
Ruby Parvati: And I’m supposed to care because why?!
With that being said there was some light that could be seen. That was all thanks to the titantron lighting up and when it did there was a message across it that read: “THE MARTYR HAS ARRIVED!” and following the fans getting a chance to read that message. Bullet For My Valentine’s “Your Betrayal” began to play over the arena’s speakers while at the exact same time the lights came back on with a flash. Of course there was some more confusion among the crowd. For no one really understood the message and they had never heard the music before.
Ruby Parvati: Who is wasting our time now?
Axel Reid: I’m not sure if it’s someone wasting our time but then again I have no idea what’s going on at this moment!
A few more seconds passed by only for the curtain starting to get pulled back. A moment later someone that was quite known around the wrestling business stepped out onto the stage. That someone got some serious boos from those in attendance at that exact moment. For the man that was known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling, Calvin Harris was seemingly making an appearance in VoW and that was something that the crowd just wasn’t too happy with. Their boos got pretty loud. To the point it was hard to even hear oneself think inside the arena. Calvin stood there at the top of the ramp looking around the arena with this twisted smirk spread across his lips. He didn’t appear the least bit bothered by their hatred.
Axel Reid: Am I really seeing this right now?
Ruby Parvati: You are and it’s great! I’ve heard so much about this kid. He’s phenomenal in the ring!
Axel Reid: Seems like you’re the only one to think that judging by the reaction of the crowd.
Ruby Parvati: Well their opinions don’t matter.
Axel Reid: Incorrect Ruby, their opinions always matter.
By this point the young man had started to make his way down the ramp. Fans getting louder with their boos and even starting a small chant that he was used to getting. That chant being the signature “ASSHOLE” chant and boy were they making it clear that they heard him. Letting that smirk grow a little more. It wasn’t long before Calvin found himself at the ringside area. He approached the ring and grabbed a hold of the middle rope pulling himself up on the apron. He stood straight up and then lifted his right leg up placing it over the middle rope before ducking down and climbing inside the ring.
Ruby Parvati: I’m so excited right now I can barely control myself.
Axel Reid: You’ve got a real hard on for this dude, don’t you?!
Ruby Parvati: How about you watch your mouth and keep things PG?!
Axel Reid: My apology to those in attendance and watching, but can this man just get on with his purpose?! I can use the bathroom in less time that it takes him to get to the ring apparently.
Ruby Parvati: Show some respect!
At this time Calvin was perched up on the second rope of one of the corners and was looking over the arena at all the hateful fans. That smirk staying in place as he suddenly lifted his arms out at his side and tilted his head back. Almost like putting himself in a position where he wanted the people in attendance to bow to him. That only got a bigger negative response from those in attendance. This only lasted a few seconds before Calvin found himself stepping down from the ring apron. To which he found himself walking across the ring motioning with his hand. Right away a stage member ran up handing over a microphone and the moment it was in his hand. The music stopped playing. Of course the crowd tried to get louder in hopes that it would prevent him from speaking. Yet that wasn’t the case. Calvin found himself in the middle of the ring raising the microphone to his lips.
Calvin Harris: Guess I’m that universally hated by the wrestling community huh? Doesn’t matter if it’s a World Elite Wrestling television show or right here in VoW. Y’all just don’t like me...
Fans expressed themselves once again showing that they agreed with his statement. Their boos were still loud and steady. Calvin just nodded his head with that smirk.
Calvin Harris: Well that’s a good thing because I still don't give a damn and I still don’t like any of you!
He began to chuckle a little bit at his remarks. Knowing that it was going to get under their skin and sure enough it did. Their boos heightened in sound a bit. Before they could attempt to hijack anything. The Martyr was quick to begin moving right along.
Calvin Harris: Now with that out of the way. I’m not here tonight to engage you all in a war about who hates who the most. I’m not here for any of you and quite frankly I couldn’t give a shit less about your opinions. I’m out here tonight on my own agenda and because I got something to say. First and foremost let me just go ahead and get this out of the way. You people are going to be seeing a lot of me. Just like everyone that saw me when I arrived here tonight are going to be seeing a lot more of me. Just roughly a week ago. I made some phone calls and I reached out to those running VoW. Which eventually landed myself getting an exclusive contract with VoW!
That seemed to be the worst possible news that the VoW audience could of heard. At least judging by their reaction anyway it was the worst possible news they could of heard. Lots of groans, boos, and even agitated noises could be heard out in the seats. Calvin found himself just strutting around the ring with a certain “arrogance” in each step that he made. Pacing around the ring just a little bit.
Calvin Harris: Right now I can guarantee you with my contract. I’m making more money than anyone else on this roster and rightfully so. You see VoW needed a big name. They needed someone to legitimize their company. Because let’s face it names like Valquist, Ryder Blade, Cameron Behringer, and even Tyler Storm don’t mean anything. Sure, you puppets might mark out for them. Sure, they might mean something to you. They might even mean something to VoW in some form. But they aren’t names that are huge. No one has heard of them outside of this company. No one knows who the fuck they are. Hell, I don’t even know who they are. But with me being on the roster now. Someone who has been places. Someone who has done things. Someone that has a resume outside of this company. I’m bound to bring in more views and more fans. Even if you people do hate me. You’ll show up, pay your hard earn dollars, just so you can sit your fat asses in those seats to boo me. But the fact will still remain that you’ll be here to see me.
The arrogant and egotistical signature chuckle of his could be heard escaping his lips. Needless to say Calvin’s remarks weren’t doing him any favors with those in attendance and it damn sure wasn’t going to do him any favors with the people in the back. Especially when it came to those he name dropped. However it was pretty clear that he wasn’t too concerned about that. Not that it should of been a surprise to anyone that knew him and how he carried himself.
Calvin Harris: That being said though if I’m coming here to legitimize the company and in a sense do VoW a solid. Then you can bet your asses that I’m also here with an agenda of my own. I’m not going to come here and just find myself in random matches. I’m not going to just come here and beat the hell out of everyone on their roster - only for it to not get me anywhere. And I’m sorry if that offends anyone, but in reality I don’t give a shit. Anyone that steps in front of me is going to be defeated. I simply do not lose and I refuse to lose to men or even women for that matter who aren’t anywhere near as good as me and haven’t been anywhere or really done anything in this business. I’m a goddamn prodigy when it comes to this business. Hell, I’ll even go as far as saying that I’m a legend in the making.
Nearly every single fan in attendance that very moment felt a sudden rage fill them. To the point it was something that would make them want to rush the ring. He was really pushing things too far with calling himself a future legend. They let it be known when they started a loud “YOU’RE NOT A LEGEND” chant like instantly. Attempting to be as loud as they could with it and hoping that it would get under his skin. Yet, Calvin just stood there shaking his head from side to side. Not giving them the response they were hoping for.
Calvin Harris: Simply put my agenda is to step into the ring, defeat every single person that I find myself in the ring with, and go on to become champion. If I had my way about things. You’d see me challenging Valquist at the very next pay per view for the World Visionary Championship. If I had my way about things. You’d see me stepping into the ring with him at that event and beating the piss out of him. Beating him until he laid in a pool of his own blood. Beating him until he understood that he is in no way the best. Beating him so bad that he had no other choice but to understand he is simply all hype. I would beat Valquist so bad that he wouldn’t even have a chance to put up a fight with me and that would result in me taking home the World Visionary Championship!
His pacing around the ring had come to a complete stop as his attention was looking directly into the lense of the camera before him. That smirk curving over his lips once again. Letting his arrogance remain on display.
Calvin Harris: But no matter how good I am. I know that I can’t make things happen overnight and I know I can’t always have what I want right away. That’s fine. I’m not a moron. I know how this business works. It’s going to take me to put in a little bit of work before I get that shot and until I find myself in that position. But I am promising you that I am going to rise faster than anyone else on this roster. Like a legend once said the cream always rises to the top. And along with that I’m guaranteeing that before long. You’re going to be bowing before me as Your King. I will topple the mountain and before long I will be standing here with the World Visionary Championship around my waist. It might not be something you people like. It might not be something that anyone in the back likes. It might end up being something that this company’s management hates. But at the end of it all you’re going to have to deal with it.
The constant string of boos and hateful comments continued to ring from the crowd. That was the one thing they hated the most. They had to deal with it because there was nothing that they could do or say that. With that being said Calvin could be seen bringing the microphone right back to his lips.
Calvin Harris: Keep it in mind. I call myself the Martyr for a reason. I live by the Kill or Be Killed mentality. I won’t be killed, but I’ll certainly engage in my own mass murder spree. Only population that’s going to matter in VoW is my own!
In one swift motion Calvin flipped the microphone out of his hand and it came down hitting the mat with a loud thud. The crowd let it be known they weren’t pleased with his comments. Their stance on things had not changed one bit. “Your Betrayal” by Bullet For My Valentine hit the airwaves of the arena’s speakers for a second time as Calvin looked around the arena for a brief moment with that arrogant smirk. Sure enough he found himself walking towards the ropes and quickly making his way out of the ring. In a slow manner though he began to make his way up the ramp.
Axel Reid: I can see why these people don’t like him. He’s smug, arrogant, egotistical, and disrespectful.
Ruby Partavi: Things that make him great. He’s one of the best in that ring. When you see his work. You’re going to see why he’s so arrogant and what not. He has a right to be.
Axel Reid: No one has a right to be that arrogant no matter the situation. Not to mention he just disrespected this entire company and the locker room. That wasn’t bright at all.
Ruby Partavi: Matter of opinion. No one is going to be able to do anything about it.
Axel Reid: Oh we’ll see about that.
About that time Calvin had finally made his way to the top of the ramp. He had stopped and turned back around to view the booing fans. Their hatred for him just seemed to please him all that much more. Without a care in the world he lifted his arms out to each side of him and tilted his head back for a brief moment. Doing the same pose he had done when he originally hit the ring. Basically telling the people to bow before him. That didn’t last long before he turned himself right around and disappeared behind the curtain leaving everyone to look forward to the rest of the show. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 7:10:58 GMT -6
Personality Disorders The scene opens where Cameron Behringer sits, right leg crossed over his left, in what appears to be a library. His pupils are dilated and his hands rest at his side, fingers tapping randomly upon the armrest. He lets out a sigh before shaking his head. Cameron: Although I knew that there would be… backlash after Heatstroke, I never anticipated the level of animosity and rancor. I have received emails, phone calls, and messages detailing the aberration that was my match, and I feel that it’s necessary to address what I thought was obvious. Cameron reaches down and picks up his newly won Zero Gravity title. Cameron: In my career, there have been many who display narcissistic personalities. Our industry draws them into the spotlights and allows them to delight in their own delusions. Lexi Pearl was no different. Her ability to resist the allure became far too much to bear when the opportunity arose to revel in her cunning. But, in my many years inside of this business, very few have pushed me to necessitate a stoppage victory. He stares at the title and bites his lip, before setting in beside him on the armrest. Cameron: I do not pride myself in the ability to dismantle those who are beneath me, but Lexi Pearl forced my hand. Her disorder created an awkward situation. She thought, in her mind, she had the grand ability to play mindgames with someone who was far more experienced. This is typical for those who suffer from Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Prior, it was only in her moniker, in the discussion of her opponents, and in her demeanor when she came to the ring. However, in this particular instance, expressing her ability to the world failed to fulfill her need to display her superiority. This time, Lexi allowed it to manifest into a physical realm. Unfortunately for her, it was against someone who believes that type of behavior is reprehensible. Cameron lifts his hand up to make a point, but pauses. He bites his lip. Cameron; But more than for the sake of punishment, my actions at Heatstroke were a professional courtesy. It was obvious to me that Lexi Pearl would continue to escalate. While a concussion and further injuries are a dreadful price to pay, the outcome of her episodes could have been much worse. Some in my… former professional believe treatment should involve psychotherapy and medications, should the patient’s history suggestion depression or anxiety. I believe that forcing the patient to face their delusions is the first step to recovery. I am hoping that I saved her from an end far worse than I gave her. He rubs his chin and leans forward, clasping his hands in front of him. Cameron: If you cannot tell, I am fascinated by personality disorders. Their existence assumes that there is an inherent personality that we, as humans, all can possess, and that any deviation from this course requires treatment. As with narcissism, our business brings forth those who strongly oppose the norms our society set. This line of work is a beacon to broadcast to the world our qualms and our superiority over others. Looking through this locker room, there are those exhibit signs of every disorder in the books. Narcissistic, Dependent and Histrionic appear to be favorites of this company… He trails off and grins. Cameron: Histrionic Personality Disorder is probably my favorite. Many mistake those with this disorder for narcissists because of their desire to be the center of attention. But these only make up one subset of Histrionic patients. Unlike narcissists, there is a realm of self doubt that exists in others that can draw in the most unflattering attention. Such interesting creatures, these patients. Cameron leans back and tilts his head, squinting at the camera. Cameron: And, more often than not, they make family affairs much more interesting as well. Cameron smirks. Cameron: When a new member of the family emerges, even if it is not their own, they will attempt to manipulate the dynamic of the family to make themselves a central figure. For example, if someone were to say, become an aunt, it would be very unusual not to see them interject into the main household and become a foil to the parents... but, now i’m just rambling. He chuckles and sucks his teeth. Cameron: Regardless of all of that, I assure you that Lexi’s case will be an isolated incident, should my fellow competitors take heed of my lesson. I wish you all wonderful Breakthro- He stops himself and leans closer to the camera, his eyes piercing the lens. Cameron: should anything I have said pertain to you, you know where to find me. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 7:13:07 GMT -6
A Case of Shock
Axel Reid: What a night we have had so far, so many great things happening here in VoW right now. This has got to get you pumped up for the weeks to come.Ruby Parvati: Well I have to admit, this night has been something else. And there is still plenty more to come!As the two commentators continue on with their conversation, VoW Ring Announcer Jerry Heisenberg steps into the ring, microphone in hand.Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, your 2015 Quest for the Case winner! He is "The Hybrid" Tyler Storm!The crowd erupts in cheers as the arena turns pitch black and "Country Song" by Seether begins to play. An upward stream of smoke, visible by a small bit of light under it, comes from the middle of the stage. Tyler Storm slowly walks up to the smoke stream, his head facing the ground as a spotlight follows him, and it is very visible he is carrying the briefcase he won at Heatstroke. Tyler stands over the smoke, slowly lifting the case up as the smoke stream becomes stronger and faster.As the chorus hits, the smoke and spotlight both shut off for a quick second, followed instantaneously by a quick loud boom and the lights coming on fully with flashes of blue and white light going along with the beat of the song. Tyler becomes filled with energy instantly, walking to each corner of the stage and signaling to the fans while also showing off his prize. He then jumps from the stage to the beginning of the ramp and begins jogging down to the ring giving fans high-fives.Ruby Parvati: Oh great, Mr. Goodie Two Shoes is out here to ruin what was supposed to be a great night.Axel Reid: Hey now, you know Tyler told everyone on Twitter earlier this week he was supposed to come out here later tonight. Let The Hybrid have his scheduled time! He is the Quest for the Case winner after all.Ruby Parvati: Case or not, I've had enough of this goodie asshat already in VoW. The sooner we get through whatever the hell he is out here for, the better.As Tyler reaches the end of the ramp, he pauses for a second to again look around at the crowd. He lifts his case up a bit and pats his hand against it, then lays his case down at the in-ring corner and slides in after it. In the ring he gets down on one knee in the middle, quickly looks around again, then punches the ground and while jumping up lets out a yell. Tyler then walks over to the corner and picks back up his briefcase, lifting it up one more time to a massive ovation from the fans. He is then handed a steel chair and a microphone from ringside, and as his music fades he sets the chair up in the middle of the ring and takes a seat, laying his case beside him in the ring.Crowd: We Are Witness! Tyler Storm! We Are Witness! Tyler Storm! We Are Witness! Tyler Storm!Tyler smiles brightly at the chanting by the fans as he rubs his hand against his chin. He lifts the microphone up but is interrupted by the fans cheering become louder once more.Crowd: Hybrid's House! Hybrid's House! Hybrid's House! Hybrid's House!Tyler chuckles at this chant as the fans continue to cheer, slowly but surely getting a bit quieter to allow The Hybrid to speak.Tyler Storm: I don't know why you guys are chanting that stuff cuz this is your house, Beauport, Québec!The fans cheer loudly once more as Tyler's smile grows.Tyler Storm: Thank you all so much for that ovation though. It means more than you will ever know to hear such positive fans week in and week out. But I do have to say I should take this time to apologize to you guys. The fact I have not taken the time sooner to come out here to this ring and formally address my Army of Witnesses just isn’t right. It's been far too long since I have gotten in a ring, microphone in hand, and actually talked to you guys face to faces. So, to catch anyone new up to speed, hi there! My name is Tyler Storm, born and raised from the great state of Alabama! Some call me The Southern Striker, many back in the day knew me as The Tiger, but most people now just like to call me The Hybrid! And...Tyler lifts up his briefcase to a thunderous cheer from the fans.Tyler Storm: In "case" you weren't aware, at Heatstroke I defied all the odds and became the 2015 Quest for the Case winner!The crowd grows loud once again with applause as Tyler lays his case back down next to him.Crowd: You deserve it! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* You deserve it! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* You deserve it! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*Tyler Storm: Oh no no, if anybody in this world deserved this prize, it was every single one of you. And like I said before I stepped in that ring at the pay-per-view, end of the day I worked my ass off as hard as I could, clawed my way through my adversaries, and win or lose gave you guys, the fans, a match to remember for day and weeks and months to come!I have to tell you all...coming into tonight I really didn't know what to say that would at the end of the day matter something truly meaningful to all of you. But to speak from the heart all I can really say is thank you all for the support I have gained throughout my 5 year career in this business. I went from the boy from Bama with no idea what to do in this business, to Atlanta and Phoenix clawing my way through training camps, taking hard falls and injuries along the way. I went to LA, grew my name among you guys and proved why I was a man of the people no matter what, and even when moved to several different promotions, faced so many hardships emotionally and physically, all the prizes I won didn't matter if I wasn't putting smiles on all of your faces.The fans begin to cheer loudly again as Tyler takes a second to breathe, and tears begin running down his face as he looks back up at the crowd.Tyler Storm: And when I hit my hardest wall ever when I arrived here in VoW, after such a long time away from this business and feeling like I'd never be the man I used to be in this ring, when I felt devastated and wanted to give up on my own life when my amazing and supportive father passed away...I can't tell you the amount of fan support I got. So many letters, phone calls, people walking by me on the street and hugging me tight. You guys brought strength to a broken man and filled the biggest hole in my heart that I thought would never be filled. Because of that you guys have re-awoken the spirit in this man, and at the end of the day I want you all to know that my life will forever be in debt to each and every fan that has ever been made happy by what I do in this ring.Crowd: Thank you Tyler! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* Thank you Tyler! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* Thank you Tyler! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*Tyler wipes away his tears and smiles as he stands up from the chair and leans against the corner, looking around at the crowd as he does so.Tyler Storm: Alright, enough of the mushy stuff dammit. We got a show to keep rolling here. I have to tell you all, I could not be more excited for the things I have in store for VoW and my Witnesses around the globe. This case I have now is only the beginning of something magical that even I didn't expect to begin so soon, but because it has I will not question it. I will stand tall while holding this case, and whenever it is revealed to me what is held inside this amazing prize I will make sure I deliver on my opportunity with 10000% and more to make sure that like always, win or lose I give all of you the match you want to see!The Hybrid is merely at the beginning of his evolution, and as you saw at Heatstroke when he is unleashed there is nothing that can hold him back, not the baddest woman on this roster, an old pal from my first days in this business, not even the medical staff of this company. When I unleash the fury, I don't hold back! And that will not change anytime soon ladies and gents! Tyler Storm is, and I have not been able to say this in a wrestling company for so long, here to stay! And it's time we, the Witnesses, the Hybrids, the Storm Chasers, all begin a revolution that will shake this company to the core! It's time to...Crowd: Be Witness!Tyler Storm: ...To The Hy-Before Tyler has a chance to finish his sentence, “Sick Like Me” by In This Moment trickles out of the speakers, echoing throughout the arena unexpectedly. Tyler and the fans look up at the stage slightly confused as VoW General Manager Sky Sangue comes walking out and wasting little time heading down the ramp towards the ring.Ruby Parvati: Here we go something to stop the agony. Our lovely Ms. Sky is heading down to this ring right now!Axel Reid: I have to say, the appearance of the GM is certainly unexpected, and during Tyler’s promo of all times. I don’t know how The Hybrid is gonna react to this disruption but ready or not, the Storm has become a bit Unsettled here in Aréna Marcel Bédard!Sky is handed a microphone as she walks up the steps to the ring apron. Tyler offers a kind gesture as he opens the ropes up to make it easier for the GM to enter the ring. She eyes him with a look of disdain, before reluctantly moving through. Once in the ring, she puts the mic to her lips, that familiar emotionless gaze resting upon her face…Sky Sangue: Tyler Storm. THE Tyler Storm……Tyler Storm: Ms. Sangue! I believe this is the first time I’m getting to make your acquaintance. Sky Sangue: In person, anyway. I will make this quick… I’m here to reveal what is in your case. Personally, as I suppose that’s my job…She seems to be irritated about this fact, as though it’s a waste of her time. But she calmly puts a hand out, waiting for the briefcase to be handed to her. Tyler looks down at his case as he moves back over to his chair to pick it up. The crowd begins to cheer as he moves over to the GM, case in hand.Tyler Storm: Well ma’am, if you insist on revealing what is inside, I certainly won’t question it.Tyler quickly places the case in Sky’s hands, a bright smile on his face as the crowd cheers with anticipation and glee. She calmly puts in the combination, leaving little time for suspense, before handing the case back to Tyler with the inexpressive look she always dons. He starts to open it, a bit nervously, as the crowd starts a chant. Finally, the briefcase is open… and Storm takes out a single paper, holding it up to reveal….A coupon for 20% off of a haircut at the nearest salon. Tyler stares at it emotionless for a moment, before he begins to build up a heap of laughter and grinning even bigger.Tyler Storm: My god, of all the things! I mean honestly I’m kinda disappointed because I had my monthly hair cut a day before Heatstroke. Gosh the savings I could have had! And may I say, ladies and gentlemen this is the kind of luck you can expect from old Stormy because just look at this!Tyler lifts the paper up to the fans, as they surprisingly cheer for the prize Tyler fought tooth and nail over.Crowd: We want coupons! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* We want coupons! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap* We want coupons! *clap, clap, clap-clap-clap*Sky emotionlessly applauds him, lifting an eyebrow toward the still chanting crowd, before shrugging a shoulder.Sky Sangue: I thought it was humorous, anyway. Nonetheless… She jabs a finger toward the back of the coupon, which Tyler slowly lowers to read. It simply says…Tyler Storm: Congratulations, holder of this case, for becoming the inaugural I4NI Champion!As soon as Tyler reads this aloud, Sky snaps her fingers and in comes a ring aid holding what looks to be....... a title belt?!?!?! Sangue snatches it from the aid and leans in toward Tyler. Sky Sangue: Do you know the term... an eye for an eye? It's the law of retaliation, Mister Storm. Not always revenge, but rather... getting what you put out. This championship is VoW's new hardcore title, yes, however it's far more than just that... The Eye for an Eye Championship is proof of your victory. It is a symbol of what you have accomplished thus far, and what is to come in the future. We could have given you many things... but your efforts were deserving of a prize equal to them. An eye… for an eye. Tyler stares over the title with shock on his face. The fans have now erupted with cheers as The Hybrid moves his hand over to grab the title from Sky, grasping it tight as he pulls it close to him and begins smiling brightly. He grabs both sides of the title strap with his hands and begins laugh once again.Tyler Storm: I...I...holy shit!Tyler’s laugh grows immensely as he lets out a cheerful yell, grasping his title with one hand once again and lifting it proudly into the air. The fans are going insane as Tyler walks slightly away from the GM to lean against the ropes, his gaze switching from in between his new shiny belt and the massive amount of fans cheering for the amazingness of what has just happened.Tyler Storm: Ms. Sangue...thank you! I mean I definitely wasn’t expecting something like this but wow just thank you! And to each and every one of you here, truly being Witnesses to whatever you can call this moment, I am proud to say for the first time here in VoW...Tyler Storm is here and he is carrying the gold!Crowd: Tyler’s The Champ! Tyler’s The Champ! Tyler’s The Champ!Tyler lifts off the ropes and begins walking around the ring with the title raised. He stops back near Sangue and, pausing for a moment, grins widely as he gives the GM a huge hug to the shockful cheers of the VoW audience. She immediately tenses and looks toward that ring aid, who frantically ushers Tyler away from Sky.Axel Reid: What an incredible moment right now. Tyler Storm probably feels on top of the world!Ruby Parvati: This makes me feel sick. What has this son of a...wait a second!Axel Reid: Looks like we got more company!“Liebe Ist Fuer Alle Da” (Instrumental) fills the arena and the crowd burst into loud boos and jeers as they recognise the music as Ace Watson’s entrance song. Watson, moments later, walks out from behind the curtain with a smug look on his face, clearly quite proud of himself for the events that happened earlier in the show with Keisha Britely after once again donning the mask. Currently, though, Ace’s mask is not present on his head.Watson makes his way down the ramp, keeping his eyes on Tyler and soaking in the crowd’s negative reaction towards him. The music dies down as Ace enters the ring, a microphone in hand after taking it from one of the ringside technicians. Ace Watson: Well, I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say no one was expecting that, Tyler.Watson gestures towards the title belt in Storm’s hands. Ace Watson: You know, some might say that you should never have won that Case in the first place, Mr Storm.Tyler looks to his title belt then back up to his old rival and smiles brightly.Tyler Storm: First off, I definitely am not surprised you are out here Ace. Second, good lord I barely recognized you without the mask! I was starting to really get used to that thing covering up that ugly mug of yours.Tyler laughs as he lightly punches Ace in the shoulder.Tyler Storm: I kid of course brother. But you are right, many people say I shouldn’t have won this. In fact I went into Heatstroke with the most odds against me that I have ever had. Yet at the end of the day, no matter how insane the outcome, The Hybrid had the case in hand when that bell rang sir.Ace laughs lightly, but he clearly isn’t too happy with the punch to his shoulder or the shot at him wearing the mask, even with Tyler’s lighthearted tone.Ace Watson: I’m not talking about the odds being against you, the odds were against everyone. I’m talking about how you were taken backstage by the doctors, and should not have been allowed back.His tone got ever so slightly more serious as he spoke. Tyler notices this immediately and takes a moment of pause before continuing on.Tyler Storm: You know what Ace, you are absolutely right. I was forced backstage by those officials, saying there was no possible way my shoulder was gonna last another 10 minutes in that ring. And with that being the case, I probably shouldn’t have been allowed back out to that ring...had I not realized I didn’t need 10 minutes to claim my prize for all the Witnesses watching around the worldThe crowd erupts in cheers as Tyler’s grin grows once more.Tyler Storm: Fact of the matter is this Mr. Watson, I was just as legal to go back in that ring and win that case as Herring and A.C.E. were, and they had injuries far more severe than I did. Also, just between you and me Acey boy, I don’t like being told no if you haven’t noticed these past 5 years.Watson eyes the title belt, then looks back to Storm and shakes his head disapprovingly. Ace Watson: Okay, first off, don’t call me “Acey boy.” And surely, if a competitor is taken backstage by officials then they are out of the match and no longer in contention for the prize. Or at least, that’s how I would run things. Ace takes a quick glance over to Sky, then back to Tyler.Ace Watson: And if you were taken out of the match then we would have someone else currently standing where you are now with that title in their hands. The crowd gives off mixed reactions as Tyler’s look turns to one of more seriousness. He throws the belt across his shoulder, then gets face to face with Ace as he lifts the microphone back up to his face.Tyler Storm: Well if you really believe someone else should be standing here right now with this belt, why don’t you try taking it from me Acey. Just remember though, I’m the reason your back is as fucked up as it is right now, and I got no problem going full on whoop ass right here in Beauport and kicking you around like we’ve been doing to each other since day one bitch!The crowd erupts as Tyler steps back, pulls off his shirt, and places the title back on his shoulder as he shoves his forehead against Ace’s, who suddenly has a very smug look on his face again. He accomplished what he came out to do. Ace pulls away and takes a few steps back, the smug look still locked on his face. Ace Watson: Somebody’s a little protective. I would go as far as to say you’re a little “on-edge.” Is something affecting you, Tyler? He steps forward again, closing the space between the two again.Ace Watson: You want me to try take that title from you? If I didn’t know any better, that sounds like a challenge. Ace’s eyes flick to Sky again, then back to Tyler. As Ace looks back to Tyler, The Hybrid has back up and is once again back to a smile.Tyler Storm: Ah, so now I understand why you are out there. I’ll admit, you caught me a little off guard and I may have taken things a step too far, I apologize. I also have now realize there is a bit of a draft in here and maybe I shouldn’t have taken my shirt off.The crowd and Tyler laugh as Storm readjusts his title on his shoulder and steps back a bit closer to Ace.Tyler Storm: But hey, I’ll tell you how it is Acey boy, you want this to be a challenge, then I’ll lay it down for ya. For 5 years it’s always been a constant struggle of me versus you, and honestly I think the people here in VoW deserve to see one of the greatest rivalries in this business go down. And if for that to happen I have to put this prize on the line...well then my friend, you know as well as I do I love to fight, and I love to be a fighting champion whenever gold is around my waste. But of course, not of this is up to me…Tyler now glances over to Sangue and smirks.Tyler Storm: It’s up to this woman right here, who has been very quiet while us two men battle with words, or as I’m sure maybe on another side would put it, two babies crying over the same bottle of milk.Ace Watson: I’m sure she’s just happy no one’s tried to hug her again.Ace takes a moment to laugh before continuing. Ace Watson: And if you think you have me figured out, then you are very mistaken. But, it’s no mystery that I would be very happy to take that title from you, especially considering you never should have won it in the first place.Watson was clearly not happy with Tyler going back to his lighter tone, and felt he needed to try get back under Storm’s skin. The Hybrid doesn’t buy it though, pulling the belt off his shoulders and holding it in his hand as he walks right next to Ace.Tyler Storm: Well whether I should have or not, fact of the matter is I did brother. The past is the past, and the future is now, so stop whining about mean ol’ Tyler taking something you think isn’t his. End of the day, the champion these people want is standing in this ring, and he is always gonna do what these people want. So what do you say guys?!?The crowd explodes in cheers as Tyler lifts his title in the air and gets right in Ace’s face with a huge smirk on his face.Crowd: WE WANT TYLER! We Want Ace! WE WANT TYLER! We Want Ace! WE WANT TYLER! We Want Ace! WE WANT TYLER! We Want Ace! WE WANT TYLER! We Want Ace!Sky Sangue: Be. Quiet.The GM says this in a low, threatening tone while staring out coldly into the crowd. The fans’ cheers eventually start dying down as she just stands there, still as a stone, staring. Once they’re quiet enough for her, she puts the mic to her mouth again and turns her emotionless gaze back to the two men in the ring.Sky Sangue: You two are rather mouthy for people who have no say in what happens here. She pauses, before the slightest hint of a smirk crawls upon her face. Sky Sangue: However, I do agree with Mister Watson. He deserves the title just as much. And it’s name and ideology work rather well with how he feels right now. Perhaps you stole the victory from him, Mister Storm. Perhaps you should not have been allowed back into that ring. Or... perhaps you truly did earn it. Either way, being the fair and kind General Manager that I am… he does deserve a shot, as much if not more than you, Tyler.The fans start booing at the small shot Sky has taken at Storm. Tyler, now staring straight at the GM, walks slowly up to her. A smile slowly creeps back onto his face.Tyler Storm: Hey, I don’t deny this man deserves a shot. However, Ms. Sangue, with all due respect I am more than deserving of any shot given to me. I know it, and all these fans know it, when Tyler Storm steps in the ring, he rocks the house!The crowd cheers as Tyler turns and looks back at his adversary.Tyler Storm: You want your shot, Ace, you got it. I got no problem taking you to school one more time brother.Tyler then slowly turns his head back to Sky.Tyler Storm: If...that is OK with you...Ms. Sangue.Tyler stares menacingly into Sky’s eyes, a clear sign of The Hybrid being present in this body right now. The crowd’s cheers grow as Storm’s gaze refuses to leave the GM’s. A flash of emotion, more impressed than anything, appears and disappears from Sky’s face, and she glances toward Ace.Sky Sangue: And…. perhaps he’s more of a threat than originally perceived. Anyway. She glances at the obviously expensive watch on her wrist, before sighing.Sky Sangue: We’ve taken up too much time as it is, so I will make this quick. The controversy behind your title gain allows me to easily decide that those closest to victory after you should be allowed an early shot. Thus… how about next Breakthrough? Ace Watson versus Tyler Storm, in a no disqualification match this time.... no excuses. Anything goes.Both men stare at Sky, and Tyler instantly puts a showman tone in his voice.Tyler Storm: So you are saying...at Breakthrough 31...it will be the revival of one of this industry’s greatest back and forth rivalries of the past 5 years. And...you are telling me that I am going to be putting my I4NI Championship on the line in a no disqualification match against Acey McMask?Ace very quickly forms a look of disgust on his face, but is met immediately by Tyler turning around, walking quickly up to him, and removing his smile and showman tone.Tyler Storm: If that’s what you are saying...then let the war begin again.Tyler lifts up his belt to the fans erupting in excitement. Ace looks up at the belt, then over both Storm and Sky. He smirks and shrugs his shoulders.Ace Watson: Well, that was easier than I thought. I’ll see your undeserving ass next week.Ace backs up to the ropes and exits the ring, walking up the ramp still smirking, the fans booing him all the way back to the locker room. Tyler turns back to Sangue and stares right into her eyes once more.Tyler Storm: Well then I guess that is a way to take it as we both accept.Tyler turns away from the GM and smiles, once again observing the fans.Tyler Storm: And next week, The Hybrid walks into this ring as the champ, and through hell and high water will do whatever it takes to walk out the same! Because at Breakthrough 31, it’s once again time to…Crowd: Be Witness!Tyler Storm: ...To...The...Hybrid!Tyler lifts the championship high into the air as the fans cheer on their guy, “Country Song” once again blasting through the speakers of the arena. Tyler walks around the ring with his title held up, and stops right in front of Sky, staring into her one last time before stepping between the ropes and out the ring. Tyler then, smiling, walks up the ramp backwards with his I4NI belt held up with both hands, before disappearing to the back.Axel Reid: Well you heard it here folks! Wow what a moment of monumental announcements! Tyler Storm is the new I4NI Champion which was revealed as his prize inside his case by our General Manager Sky Sangue, then Ace Watson comes out here staking his claim that he The Hybrid shouldn’t even be standing with that title right now, rather he should have been in the back with the medical staff.Ruby Parvati: And he should have! And next week Tyler Storm is gonna get what’s coming to him, because Watson is ready to stake his claim against his old rival like he did earlier against Keisha Britely.Axel Reid: Well you saw the emotion The Hybrid had in that ring tonight Ruby. He is ready for a war, and with this match next week being no disqualification I definitely expect something devastating to happen to one of these men if they are to lose this match.The camera pans back onto Sky who stares blankly and unamused up the ramp as she stands at the ring ropes, the scene fading to black. |
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 7:14:52 GMT -6
Main Event Brett Carson vs ?? Axel Reid: I do believe the next thing on our schedule is that invitational that apparently is going to be held by former Xcel Champion, Brett Carson.
Ruby Parvati: In practically his hometown nonetheless?! This is going to be great!
Axel Reid: It certainly will be interesting, I'm slightly skeptical about this whole open challenge considering the open challenge that current Xcel Champion, Ryder Blade made earlier in the night.
Ruby Parvati: First of all, #XcellentChampion, Axel...Get it right! And secondly, there is nothing to be skeptical about, Ryder Blade had a hell of a match with the World Champ, Valquist and he beat him...for a second time!
Axel sighs but before he can say anything...The opening guitar riffs of "A Victim, A Target" by Misery Signals screeches throughout the arena as the crowd immediately know who is about to make their way down to the ring and a huge pop takes over the arena. After about 10 seconds into the guitar riffs, the heavy drum beat kicks in as "The Next Level Athlete" Brett Carson, donning one of his T-Shirts (available at VoW Shop now!) with a Canadian flag draped over his shoulders, jogs out from behind the curtain to a guardrail symphony as the fans slam along to the beat of his entrance music. He begins to slowly make his way down to the ring, with the Canadian flag outstretched.
Axel Reid: Big in Canada and hated everywhere else...But you can't ignore the damn ovation Brett Carson is getting.
He hops on the apron and looks out to the crowd once again before entering the ring. Brett climbs up on the turnbuckle from the apron and raises both his arms in the air, yapping to the audience members in the front row. He hops off the turnbuckle watching as some VoW staff members are trying to control some front row members.
Ruby Parvati: Amazing things have come out of this country...Casanova English, maple syrup, Justin Bieber, Casanova English but the most amazing thing to come out of Quebec, well that'd be Brett Carson's abs. Daaaaayyuumm!
Crowd: "HE'S NEXT LEVEL!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "HE'S NEXT LEVEL!" *clap clap clapclapclap*
Ruby Parvati: It's true, it's true...He sooo is.
Axel Reid: When it comes to in-ring talent it's often hard to disagree, Brett is one of VoW's naturally gifted athletes and has this whole other gear that he kicks into just when you think he's down and out.
Carson drapes the Canadian flag over the top rope, allowing it to hang before grabbing a microphone as the fans in attendance hush down.
Brett Carson: Valquist be damned, Owen Gonsalves be damned, Stacy Jones definitely be damned...and her ex-girlfriend who got dropped on her head by a handsome devil months ago be damned too, and while we're at her new girlfriend who isn't even on a level that can get you dropped on your head can be damned too...Anyone who a Visionaries of Wrestling audience can be damned when you're in Canada and especially when you're in Montreal, Boisbriand and Beauport...
There's a small pop for the first few names but at the mention of Stacy Jones there's almost a venomous hush as the Canadian fans, Brett's fans aren't exactly big fans of Jones. The names of Quebec's cities get decent pops as well but none like what's about to go off...
Brett Carson: All of those people and everyone in the back are nowhere near the level when Brett Carson is in Quebec, because in case you havent f[bleep]ing noticed yet...QUEBEC IS CARSON COUNTRY BABY!
Carson throws his arms up as the crowd immediately blow up in cheers and once again begin to slam against the guardrail.
Crowd: "CARSON COUNTRY!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "CARSON COUNTRY!" *clap clap clapclapclap*
Brett Carson: And for my special return back home, I'm going to give an opportunity for anyone...absolutely anyone to come out and face the veteran of VoW, the man who knows what it takes to win championships here, the man who has beaten the current World Champion, who has beaten former Xcel Champion Stacy Jones...If you want to prove that you can be someone here in VoW then this is your chance to prove it in a match against me!
Axel Reid: I'm just waiting for that imposter Valquist to come back out here now...or maybe an imposter Stacy Jones, or maybe an imposter Ziu Zhong or an imposter anyone. This seems all to fishy considering it's Brett Carson we're talking about
The crowd gives off a mixed reaction, many are cheering, some are booing as they have seen the open challenge earlier.
Brett Carson:...But but...to add some interest into things, you have to have been in VoW for less than 2 months to qualify AND you have to have no wins in that win column. So uh yeah...any fresh young, hungry talent...Step up!
Axel Reid: Brett may have just ruled out everyone on the roster. Everyone on the VoW Roster has at least one win in their column I believe, correct me if I'm wrong.
Ruby Parvati: Bah! Stop your fishing, Brett is giving some new hungry talent an opportunity of a lifetime, stepping in the ring with him in practically the main event match of our night! This could be huge for someone!
Carson waits as there is a continue mixed reaction over the additional requirements.
Brett Carson: Come on, don't be afraid...I mean I know I'm really good and all but I'm still hurting from that stupid, unsafe cage match at Heatstroke so pick the scraps so to speak, grab the brass ring!
Still nobody is coming out as a boo begins to come over as nobody is answering the challenge.
Brett Carson: I guess nobody wants i-
Just as Brett is beginning to make his way to the ropes to leave the ring much to his home crowd's dismay, "No Hablo Inglés" by Bowling For Soup plays over the arena as Carson raises an eyebrow at the slightly unfamiliar music. The fans give a bit of a cheer as they certainly remember the upbeat song.
Axel Reid: Oooohhh boy! If this is who I think it is then this is going to be one hell of a match!
Suddenly, Tyron Bickerton comes out onto the entrance way when his theme music reaches the full band intro, taking a look around at the fans with a nod of approval as they pop big time for the young Australian who practically saved this show's main event by just coming out.
Axel Reid: We saw this young man earlier in the night as he was introduced to the fans by fellow Australian, Owen Gonsalves. Owen practically endorsed this kid and Tyron mentioned how he wanted to make a statement ASAP...and now here he is, he qualifies, he has no wins under his belt but he also has no losses and he has been here less than 2 months!
Ruby Parvati: This kid is going to either have his night made or is going to have a nightmare. He's stepping in the ring with Brett Carson, no joke.
He proceeds to slowly make his way down the ramp as his song runs the first verse, slapping the hands of young fans as he passes (but not going too far out of his way to do so). Carson smirks slightly and nods his head as he takes off his shirt and dumps it on the floor, Tyron makes his way dowb slowly, staring at Brett with focus, "You sure you're ready for this?" are the words he mouths as he approaches the ring, in a way that's audible to the camera filming him
Axel Reid: He's got a confident but focused aura about him...and he's taking his time. He isn't rushing into this, he's focused and methodical.
He climbs to the second rope from the outside when his theme hits its pre-chorus ("When I'm not feeling it..!"), and poses with a fist in the air as there's a now calmer mixed reaction. He then drops into the ring over the top rope, and stretches against the ropes or in the corner. Jerry Heisenberg has entered the ring and a referee has come out and is in the ring ready to go. One of the staff hands respectfully folds up the Canadian flag that was hanging.
Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your Breakthrough #30 MAAAINNN EVENT!
There's a cheer as both men are warming up.
Jerry Heisenberg: First, standing in at at 5 feet and 10 inches, weighing in at 216 pounds...He hails from Brisbane, Australia...HE IS TYYYYRRRRRRRROOONNN BIIIIIIIIICKKERTOOOONN!
Bickerton outstretches his arms to a cheer from the crowd before stepping back and continuing his warm ups.
Jerry Heisenberg: And his op-
Before Jerry Heisenberg can continue his introductions, Brett pulls out a white slip from his tights and hands it over to Heisenberg.
Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent, standing in at an even 6 feet, weighing in at 230 pounds...He hails from the greatest place on God's green earth, right here, MONTREAL, QUUUEEBEC, CANADA! He is a former VoW Xcel Champion, the man who pinned current World Champion Valquist, his guns are out even when the sun isn't, he is the veteran of the VOW lockeroom...QUEBEC CITY'S OWN, "THE NEXT LEVEL ATHLETE"....BRRRRREEEETTTTTT CAAAARRRSOOOOONN!
Carson steps out of his corner and spreads out his arms as suddenly fans from the front row begin to throw red and qhite streamers in the ring. Carson showers in the streamers as there is a huge pop for the home town boy. Bickerton simply shakes his head at the shennanigans.
Ruby Parvati: Whoooaa, since when does VoW do streamers and where was mine?
Axel Reid: We dont. I guess thats what those fans were being controlled for earlier on...they had streamers to throw just for the pompous jackass in the ring.
Ruby Parvati: I think they threw them for Brett, not Tyron, silly...And that's harsh considering the guy hasn't had a match here yet!
The staff begins to clear out the ring and do so fairly quickly as the referee is quick to check both men for any foreign objects to which neither have before signalling for the opening bell.
DING! DING! DING!
TYRON SUDDENLY BURSTS OUT OF HIS CORNER AND NAILS CARSON WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!
Axel Reid: WHOOA! EURO UPPERCUT OUT OF THE CORNER!
The crowd wasn't even ready for the explosive start as Bickerton spins Carson around and hooks in a waistlock before hauling Carson off his feet and onto the back of his head with a German Suplex and holds the bridge!
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NO! CARSON ROLLS HIS SHOULDER OFF THE MAT TO THE CROWD'S RELIEF!
Ruby Parvati: BLINDSIDE ATTACK! THIS KID IS MAKING A STATEMENT!
Brett immediately realising that he is in danger, rolls out of the ring and begins to take a breather to recooperate as the fans have given a fair share of boos now at the cowardice of the man who set the challenge. Bickerton is pacing in the ring as Carson is taking a moment to recooperate, he's immediately arguing with the referee to get Bickerton away from the ropes so he can slide back in the ring safely. The referee instead begins his count.
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Carson hops up on the apron quickly and Bickerton charges at Carson who ducks in between the top and middle rope and connects with a shoulder thrust into the stockier man's stomach! Carson then grabs Tyron's head and pulls it over the top rope before hopping off the apron, thus bouncing the throat of Tyron off the ropes! He slides in quickly and takes Bickerton off his feet with a chop block to the back of his knee.
Axel Reid: Brett takes control of the match now after a bit of crafty tactics if you will.
Carson hops up to his feet and immediately begins to stomp on a grounded Bickerton who rolls under the nearest bottom rope. The referee immediately gets between the two as Bickerton lifts himself to his feet, Carson pushes the referee out of the way and goes for the young Australian but recieves a forearm shot right to his mouth, from the apron Bickerton hooks in a front facelock, signalling for a vertical suplex to the outside as the crowd quietly rise to their feet hoping to see the dangerous move be followed through!
Ruby Parvati: What the hell is the referee doing? Get in there, he's going to suplex poor Brett from inside the ring to the outside!
Axel Reid: This could certainly be ugly...
Carson is trying to fight before Bickerton hoists him over the top rope but Carson throws his body weight to the side and lands on his feet on the apron. He drives his boot into the big gut of Bickerton before tucking his head in between his legs signalling for a powerbomb on the roughest part of the ring! The crowd once agains buzzes but Tyron pulls his head out and instead delivers a boot of his own to Brett before tucking Brett's legs in between his legs and hoisting him up...before rotating and facing the outside as the crowd cheers in hopes of seeing a powerbomb from the apron to the floor!
Axel Reid: Uh oh...this could be incredibly dangerous, Bickerton is hell bent on making a name for himself in his debut match and he'll be willing to do anything to do that.
Bickerton pushes Brett up, Carson finds an opening to hop off the shoulders off Bickerton and back into the ring, landing on his feet and popping up, grabbing the head of Bickerton and pulling down with a neckbreaker across the ropes! The ropes cause Bickerton to snap forward and land on the floor face first as the crowd "OOOH!" in unison!
Ruby Parvati: Atta boy, Brett! Neckbreaker across the rope that sends the Platypus face first on the floor!
Carson grins at his work and exits the ring to the outside as he slowly picks up Bickerton and backs him into the apron before grabbing him by the wrist and whipping him back first into the guardrail! The referee has started his count!
Axel Reid: This has broken down very quickly now, very, very quickly.
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In front of his fans, Carson forearms young Tyron in the face before lifting up his cut sleeve shirt, revealing his pale white body before lighting him up with a vicious chop to the bare chest! Carson pulls him out immediately, grabbing him by the back of the head before running him down and throwing him into another guardrail, back first!
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Ruby Parvati: OOOH!
Bickerton is sitting and leaning against the guardrail, his back has left a dent in the metal guardrail as Brett stomps on the chest of Bickerton. Brett pulls Bickerton to his feet and walks him over to the apron, bouncing his head off the barely padded steel frame of the VoW ring before whipping him of once again to the opposite guardrail! Bickerton hooks his arms on the guardrail and falls forward...bring the guardrail down on top of him as he's buried under a steel guardrail. The fans are rabid now as security immediately are there to block off the new entrance for fans if they so which to get a closer look!
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Axel Reid: My goodness, the impact of that Irish Whp caused Bickerton to smash into the guardrail and bring the whole thing down as he fell into his face...
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Brett however chooses to run and leap in the air before landing back first on top off the guardrail, crushing poor Bickerton underneath! The backsplash hurts Carson too as the securrity immediately pull the guardrail back up. Bickerton is moving but he didn't expect Carson to crush him further. Bickerton manages to crawl to the apron pulling himself up as Brett is up on his feet too.
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Axel Reid: They've got to watch the count here...
Both men realise the count reaches 9 and charge and slide back into the ring! Both men scramble to their feet, Bickerton with still plenty of energy left despite being rocked by the guardrails several times makes a b-line for the ropes, springing off the ropes and darting back towards Brett who immediately stops him in his tracks with a rolling elbow right to his jaw! Carson hooks in one of the arms of Bickerton in a half nelson lock before lifting him up and dropping him back first across his knee!
Axel Reid: Ow! Driving him spine first across his knee with that Half Nelson Backbreaker!
Ruby Parvati: Brett seems to be working over the back area of Tyron, possibly softening it up for that Carsonoma Backbreaker maybe?
Axel Reid: Great observation, Ruby as Brett makes a cover!
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2- NO! BICKERTON GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!
Axel Reid: Bickerton refuses to stay down!
Ruby Parvati: He's got some guts this kid, they sure do make them tough in Australia but they make them tougher in Canada, I assure you that.
Bickerton still has his hand outstretched for the ropes, trying to find some support but instead Carson just grabs him by the head and keeps him on the ground with a headlock, slowing the pace down.
Axel Reid: Carson is slowing the pace down now. He's pulling this back and really planning on wearing down Bickerton.
The crowd are just as behind Bickerton as they are of Carson, all the shennanigans are done now. Carson has got this headlock locked on tight but Bickerton is fighting it. Slowly the headlock is brought up as both men are on their feet now, Bickerton begins to elbow Carson in the gut and breaks off the headlock. Bickerton fires off a Knife Edge Chop to the chest of Brett, returning him one from before. Carson grits his teeth in pain before hitting him with a forearm shot to the face! Bickerton staggers into the ropes, Carson grabs him by the wrist and whips him off the ropes, Bickerton hits the opposing ropes, charging back and ducking under the attempted clothesline, darting back to the other end and hitting the ropes as going for a clothesline which Brett ducks under, now Carson hits the ropes and drops down to the mat in an attempt to trip up Bickerton who chooses to just leap over and hit the opposing set of ropes again, Brett hops up to his feet and spins around, perfectly connecting with a rolling elbow!
Axel Reid: Both men despite the punishment they've taken are still going at 100 miles an hour here! Carson connects with a rolling elbow!
Carson delivers a side kick to Tyron's shin, dropping him to one knee. He follows up with a stiff shoot kick across his chest before hitting the ropes and going for a Shining Wizard but Bickerton catches the leg of Brett, hoisting him up onto his shoulders before powerbombing him onto the mat! He lifts Carson up a second time and POWERS HIM BACK DOWN A SECOND TIME WITH A SITOUT POWERBOMB!
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3- NO! CARSON KICKS OUT!
Axel Reid: TYRON BICKERTON WAS HALF A SECOND AWAY FROM BEATING FORMER XCEL CHAMPION BRETT CARSON!
Tyron follows the kick out through and wraps Carson's leg around his head in a submission! The crowd has come unglued as Brett is crying out in agony as Bickerton has a Stretch Muffler locked in! Carson is quick to start dragging himself to the nearest ropes but before he can grab hold of the ropes, Bickerton releases the hold and spins around, lifting Carson up in a wheelbarrow position before transitioning it into a waistlock and for the second time he drops Carson on the back of his head with a German Suplex, this time he holds the waistlock and rolls back onto his feet, deadlifting Carson off the ground and dropping him on the back of his head again with another German Suplex!
Axel Reid: TWO MORE GERMAN SUPLEXES! Where has Tyron Bickerton been this whole time because the wrestling world has been waiting to see someone like him come along?!
Bickerton goes for the trifecta but Carson manages to unhook the waistlock and wheel around Bickerton, hopping up and wedging his knees in between his shoulder blades before falling back!
Ruby Parvati: BACKSTABBER!
Axel Reid: I thought I lost you for a second, you went awfully quiet...
Ruby Parvati: I'm saving my energy for when Brett wins, duh?!
Axel Reid: Bickerton is sure as hell giving him a fight here though.
Brett rolls to his feet and hits the ropes, before leaping in the air and dropping a knee right across the forehead of Bickerton before rolling forward and back on his feet. He stomps on the grounded Australian before swinging his arms from side to side before swiftly dropping an elbow right to the chest of Bickerton, he hooks the outside leg for a cover!
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2- NO! BICKERTON KICKS OUT!
Axel Reid: This kid will not go down!
Ruby Parvati: Carson is going to end up killing Tyron Bickerton in his debut match!
Carson is stunned that Bickerton still has fight left in him as he looks at the referee who just gives him a two count. Tyron rolls towards the ropes as Carson rolls up to his feet now, stalking the young Australian who is certainly impressing the fans thus far. Bickerton lifts himself up as Brett immediately hits him with a European Uppercut, Bickerton clutches at his chin as he makes his way down the ropes and into the corner. Carson clubs him with a shot to her sternum before kicking him right in the gut and pulls him out of the corner, he tucks his head between his legs before lifting him up and THROWS HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Bickerton bounces out of ther corner and into an immediately followed Gutwrench Suplex! Carson floats over for another cover!
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3- AND BICKERTON KICKS OUT YET AGAIN!
Carson is beside himself now, he scrambles to his feet and lifts Bickerton up as well. He tosses one of Tyron's arms over his shoulder before hoisting him up and DUMPING BICKERTON INTO THE CORNER WITH A HUGE EXPLODER SUPLEX! Bickerton shifts himself so he isn't upside down and is instead seated in the corner now but he's completely out of it having taken so much punishment. Carson hits the adjacent corner now and charges in and drives his knee right into the head of Bickerton, with a huge battle cry, Brett runs back and does it again and again, each time he does it the battle cry gets louder as his hometown fans are going nuts now!
Axel Reid: REPEATED CORNER KNEE STRIKES! BRETT CARSON IS GOING TO INDEED KILL TYRON BICKERTON IN HIS DEBUT MATCH!
Ruby Parvati: HE REFUSES TO BE BEATEN BY SOME UPSTART IN HIS HOMETOWN!
Carson delivers one last knee before pulling Bickerton up to his feet and hooking in a Full Nelson hold, he wrenches it in for a moment suggesting that he might be going for the Mount Royal Bomb but somehow, Tyron has enough life in him to slide his arms free and wheel around Brett, he instead catches Carson in a inverted headlock and drops him to the mat with an Inverted DDT!
Axel Reid: Mount Royal attempt is countered into an Inverted DDT! Both men are having to reach into the depths of their arsenal to try and beat the other, I take back all my comments about Carson, he's proving that he's out here to legitimately have a damn good match with this young upstart!
Ruby Parvati: Did I not tell you so but Bickerton has him covered...Kickout Brett! Come on!
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3- NO! CARSON KICKS OUT!
Now it's Bickerton who cannot believe it as he questions the referee's count...His first match here and he's being tested in the toughest of ways. He isn't wasting anymore time though as he rolls Carson up to his feet and nails him with a European Uppercut, followed by a forearm shot before he runs passed Brett and hits the ropes but Carson follows right behind him and delivers an elbow to his mouth as he bounces off the ropes, he spins Bickerton around, hooks his arms in a Full Nelson, hoists him up before throwing him face first to the side! MOUNT ROYAL BOMB!
Axel Reid: This has to be it! This has to be!
Ruby Parvati: This kid has fought hard...fought hard indeed.
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3..- NO! NO! TYRON KICKS OUT! TYRON KICKS OUT!
Axel Reid: Haha...Wow, just wow...
Carson bursts to his feet and grabs the referee by his shirt, backing him into the corner screaming "THAT WAS THREE!" in his face over and over!
Ruby Parvati: VoW needs better referees! That's a well known fact!
Bickerton is slowly stirring now as Carson let's go of the referee, and goes to turn his attention back to his opponent, Bickerton suddenly kips up and delivers a thunderous chop to the chest of an unsuspecting Carson!
Axel Reid: GOOD LORD! BRETT CARSON MAY NOT HAVE A NIPPLE AFTER THAT!
Carson is doubled over for a second before quickly returning the favour with a chop followed by a European Uppercut, Bickerton replies with a stiff forearm shot...Carson is reeling for a moment before suddenly he slaps Bickerton across to face and hits him with a jumping knee!
Crowd: "LET'S GO CARSON!" "BICK-ER-TON!" "LET'S GO CARSON!" "BICK-ER-TON!"
BICKERTON REPLIES WITH A HEADBUTT! Carson staggers for a moment before he hits Tyron with a headbutt of his own! Brett hooks in a front facelock, possibly attempting a Carsonoma Backbreaker but Bickerton blocks it and instead hoists Brett up and DROPS HIM ON HIS HEAD WITH A BRAINBUSTER!
Axel Reid: GAME OVER! THAT'S TYRON'S PATENTED BRAINBUSTER! COVER HIM, COVER HIM!
Carson clutches his head and rolls out of the ring before Bickerton can capitalise. Brett is stumbling around while still clutching onto his head as he requests for a microphone.
Ruby Parvati: That's an ingenius move! Brett shows that he truly is the veteran by rolling out of the ring not allowing Tyron to cover him!
Axel Reid: What's he doing?!
Brett Carson:...Ah shit...Hold on, alright, alright...Let's...
Carson pauses, holding the back of his neck as Tyron is slowly pulling himself up to his feet. Carson begins to start walking around the ring, staggering around more so as Bickerton is confused and exhausted. The referee begins to count.
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Brett Carson: Alright, let's not...get too ahead of ourselves here...You've done all you needed to do, Mr. Bickerton...I said you'd be able to make a name for yourself, congrats name made...I gave you your window of opportunity...Tyron Bickerton everybody! But uh...yeah there's no need to finish this match...Good match thought, kid uh see you around...shit.
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Axel Reid: What the hell? He's just leaving? I knew it! I knew this was damn well too good to be true!
Carson curses as he clutches the back of his head, reeling from being dropped on it several times in the match. The crowd, his home crowd are extremely upset now as jeers begin to resonate throughout the arena.
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Brett Carson: Quebec City...You've been wonderful as always, see you around, I guess!
Carson begins to walk up the ramp as Bickerton has lost it, for a moment he turns his back and is furiously rambling to the referee as the crowd starts chanting "BULLSHIT!" over and over again. The referee momentarily stops his count to tend to Bickerton.
Ruby Parvati: Carson let Tyron make his point and his name, now everyone at home knows who this kid really is. No more needs to be done.
Axel Reid: That's utter crap and you know it!
While Bickerton is distracted with his back turned, Carson comes charging back down and slides in the ring. Bickerton suddenly turns around and...
Ruby Parvati: AS RYDER BLADE WOULD SAY...SIKE! ATHLETE'S FOOT!
Axel Reid: OH NO! DAMNIT NO!
Carson nails Tyron with Athlete's Foot before Brett quickly places Tyron into a leghook belly-to-back suplex position before lifting him up as if he’s going through with the suplex before turning him upside down and dropping him on his head with a piledriver!
Axel Reid: End of Misery...Damnit, not this way Brett!
The Quebec faithful are giving it to Brett with some cheering and most other jeering down on him heavily. Carson lifts Tyron up and instead of pinning him normally rolls him up!
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Axel Reid: NO! NO! AND HE HAS THE TIGHTS!
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3...?
3...!
DING! DING! DING!
"A Victim, A Target" by Misery Signals blares throughout the arena as the crowd shows Brett with mixed cheers and boos! Carson immediately continues to unload on Bickerton in anger, he picks up the microphone he dropped in the ring.
Brett Carson: You ungrateful piece of shit! How dare you kick and stomp your feet after I GAVE YOU the opportunity nobody else would...I gave you an opportunity your fellow Boomerang throwing outback cousin, Owen Gonzalez would have never given you! I GIVE YOU THE BEST MATCH YOU'LL EVER HAVE...AND YOU THROW A TANTRUM?!
Carson hits him with the microphone again before picking him up, hooking in another leg hook belly to back and dropping him on his head again with End of Misery!
Ruby Parvati: Disrespectful...
Axel Reid: This is uncalled for! Disrespectful is right!
Ruby Parvati: Tyron is disrespectful, Brett is putting this young gun in his place...He has to learn to fall in line!
Carson stands over the fallen body of Tyron Bickerton.
Brett Carson: Welcome to VoW...Mr. Bickerton.
Carson smirks and drops the microphone on him before his music hits again and he makes his way to the back as his home crowd give him a hateful send off!
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 7:16:06 GMT -6
July 20th 2015 Centre d'Excellence Sports Rousseau. Boisbriand, Québec VOW: Heastroke
My only apology is to you. Chris McCarthy, you are a brilliant young man, and you have nothing but my support, but should you cringe at the crowning of a new World Champion, then I will forever understand your absence. I will not come crawling for forgiveness, the steps you take next on your path are in your domain. We can either celebrate as brothers of the night, or you can live in detachment of the decision.
Isis will finally have his moment. The revulsion he has felt since my return, and his knotted stomach will finally find salvation. We’ll be bonded together with an infinite accord. Full Measures, reborn.
It’s time the world around Valquist grew up, for Valiance has grown tired of adolescence and immaturity, because the future holds only one measure of finality.
Valquist, Visionaries World Champion. Infinite.
My name is Valquist. A former architect, a seasoned veteran of the aged art of wrestling. Alone, without the presence of my best friend, my family. Bound to an un-turning road, driven by the desire to do that which is right, my path is now singular. Infinity, my home, even during its darkening, though I have ignored my path’s calling, labelled as desperate for trying to appease my past, in the grander scale of time my absence has proven temporary. My preaching tone is of enlightenment in a world set in its ways. A world of black and white, occupied by the thin shells of humanity. The sun once set on my un-turning road, but a new day has been cast, and I will once again honour the mantra of Full Measures. Isis Derrida and Valquist.
I am The Valquist and this is my enlightenment.
This is my end.
Sitting three rows back from the front row, Chris McCarthy sat with an eerie silence throughout the entire VOW broadcast. Haunted by the pages of a diary, of a darkened horizon. Of a damning future. The Brooklyn native that’s been associated with Val from day one since his return didn’t know why he was still in the building. Puffy, tear filled eyes, were obvious to the paying customers either side of the African-American. Chris was waiting out for final confirmation of his future. As the World Championship match came into existence Chris was relieved that Val was the fifth entrant to come out. Enduring less of Val, more than he would like, given that his words had almost left Chris paralysed in his seat, dominated by disappointment, the match was more than nerve racking. Sitting with his elbows almost permanently glued to his knees, the moment Valquist used the Enlightenment finisher on Brett Carson, Chris held his head in his hands as he heard the referee slap the mat for a third time.
The clock counted down without another pin-fall or submission attempt. The buzzer rang with much confusion, but just listening with a ruckus of applause around him, Chris knew the eventuality. He knew of his confirmation.
Jerry Heisenberg “The winner of the match and the NEWWWWWWWWWWWW VISIONARIES WORLD CHAMPION…”
The prolonger delay was the first time in minutes Chis lifted his head. He noticed Val’s smile from his face disappear as he deliberately stood in the way of the cage’s exit. One of the referees wandered behind Val and slowly put his arm on Val’s lower-arm, that’s when Chris knew.
Jerry Heisenberg “VALQUIST THE VALIANT!”
Chris jumped up from his seat, not in joyous celebration, but in absolute revolt. Val didn’t once look at Chris as he fell to the floor with his trademark smile. Just moments after the referees scrambled to put the World Championship the lights went down. Chris began walking from his seat to the outside of the arena but when the lights arose he turned to see the abomination.
Derrida.
Heart-beating with rapid velocity, Chris takes a couple of steps backwards before tripping on a rucksack behind him. The gentleman picked Chris up without gaining much attention. All eyes were on the return of Val’s brother as he decimated the main event roster in the company without blinking. Chris is static as he stands next to the bulbous, shocked male.
Derrida kneels once more before the championship belt, picking it up, and staring into its golden reflection. Derrida then looks into the crowd and his eyes are locked in one position, at one person. Chris McCarthy.
Staring off with the Visionary World Champion, Chris knew the true face of fear. He could see through the veil of Derrida, and was locked at looking into the reality. As the green and blue strobe lighting of VOW begins erupting, confetti falls from the sky, littering the cage, but unlike Chris, the rabid crowd couldn’t get enough of Derrida. After a minute Chris turned to see that Darius Yates’s was standing with a cameraman behind him. The VOW audience around Chris began chanting ‘V-O-DUB’ repeatedly as Darius focuses his attention on the distraught wrestling reporter.
Darius Yates “Chris McCarthy, you’ve been long associated with Valquist, and you’ve just witnessed him achieve the greatest of heights tonight. What’s your reaction to your friend and champion?”
Chris McCarthy “Friend,” Chris mocks. “Friends are truthful and honest. This, this wasn’t honest. This was barbaric, this was disgusting. Isis Derrida, he is merely a ruse for Valquist’s inner-honesty. This was neither joyous, nor celebratory. This truly is the end, Derrida is not a man to be trusted nor respected.”
Darius asks the cameraman to give him a moment as he whispers into Chris’s ear with his own version of honesty.
Darius Yates “What the hell are you playing at, kid,” Darius whispers with venom. “Just say you’re excited, just for the camera. Don’t make this bloody harder than it has to be.”
Chris McCarthy “No,” he replies with a defiant tone. “I’m not here for the cameras, not here to satisfy this company’s hype! You’ve no idea what you’ve just unleashed, have you? This, all of this pageantry, this delusion that you’re trying to feed, that’s part of the reason why Val felt cornered in the first place. Your new Champion has just resurrected the mother of all evil. He’s been made to feel second rate, so he does this.”
By now, the cameraman had already lifted up his camera again and was getting all of Chris’s concerns on camera.
Chris McCarthy “How dare you approach me with a slapstick smile, having just watched that? You probably won’t understand why I’m like this until the man in question that Valquist has become has tied your body into a ball that you can never untie yourself from. I was Val’s friend, I’ve shared the last four months of my live establishing my own site, and helping him with his return to this company. But for every Chris McCarthy, there’s an ass-hole in this company that loves stamping on him without judgement, without care. You’re all the reason why this has erupted, and if I’m to follow up on what the abomination said, my greatest sympathy is for you. You deal with Derrida, I’m out. This crowning, this celebration, is a lie to everything my real friend cherishes. Valquist never needed Derrida, he never needed to resort to this measure. He already had the match won, he was crowned Visionaries World Champion without the shadow of his brother. The appearance of such a shadow was done to spite what Val’s knows to be true… Ignore his tale of enlightenment, ignore his chances of success, and his obvious ability, and he’ll come back to sting those that have doubted him, and poison those who are unhappy to see his ascension after failing the first time he was in this federation.”
Darius Yates “The world is already asking questions Chris, are you going to be the prophet that sheds light of this messy situation?”
Chris McCarthy “This was never my story to tell, and that’s been made abundantly clear to me tonight. It’s best for my own sanity, and for the sake of my own future, that I throw this chapter of my life to the side, and begin anew, in a world without Derrida.”
Darius Yates “Seriously dude, what are you doing?”
Chris McCarthy “I’m doing what’s right. If Val has truly betrayed my trust, then he does not deserve me by his side. He was never a prophet, or a shepherd. I was the biggest pawn in his game, feeding the world about his nobility and his worthiness, yet ignoring his vile plan, deluded by his fake smile and his passionate words about this business. A business that I love.
This truly is an end. For me, for Val. For all those concerned. If you can’t see the storm clouds gathering, then you deserve to be consumed by its devouring nature, and killed by the sword of a man more than dishonest.
Your Visionaries World Champion, Valquist.”
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Post by Owen Gonsalves on Aug 5, 2015 7:19:06 GMT -6
Back from commercial, Rayne Draven-Omega stands in the center of the ring with a microphone as "Words As Weapons" fades out.
Axel Reid: We’re back, folks, and we have been joined by Rayne Draven-Omega in the ring. She asked for this time.
Ruby Parvati: I wish she would have just stayed in the back...
Rayne Draven-Omega: Quebec City, you guys are just as warm as those back in Montréal.
The fans cheer at RDO's words. She pulls down her black camisole over her midriff and slips her free hand into the front pocket of her aqua skinny jeans. After a slow subtle nod, Rayne brings the microphone back to her crimson lips.
Rayne Draven-Omega: I'm not one that is used to closing the show. I was surprised last year when I actually main evented a Breakthrough against my tag team partner's twin. The Baddest Bitch, Cera. RDO is not a sequence of letters accustomed to being the highlight of the night or under the spotlight. These are aspirations, dreams I've held true. Close to my heart, clutching on to every will of my being. No matter what I do, or how hard I work. Nobody has ever taken me seriously.
Ruby Parvati: And why should they…?
Axel Reid: Would you be quiet?
Rayne points to Ruby Parvati at the broadcast table.
Rayne Draven-Omega: Such as VoW's lead color commentator, Ms. Ruby Parvati. But believe me, Ruby. I'm not out here to mope or cry. There will be no licking of wounds. I've suffered setbacks from The Orphanage. After thinking at last year's Heatstroke, I have cemented myself as one of this sport’s top athletes after defeating my friend, Starrkadian. Fast forward to this Heatstroke and I thought I was going to conquer my fear and defeat the Scarecrow only for it to be Beck Ramsey. I took the last 20 minutes of air time, Beck. Since you like to be noticed. I'll share it with you if you care to explain.
Ruby Parvati: He shouldn’t have to explain himself… but I wouldn’t mind if he decided to join us out here right now…
Axel Reid: Oh, God...
A long moment passes as Rayne watches the entrance tunnel rather intently. The crowd begins booing as it seems that no one is going to come out when ambient noises begin filling the area. A section of the crowd roars, knowing exactly who this is, before the acoustic guitar chords kick in and “Vicarious Devil,” a Tool/Laura Marling mash-up fills the arena speaker system. The lights; however, do not dim, but Beck Ramsey appears at the top of the entrance stage nonetheless with a wild grin on his face. He already has a microphone in hand as he walks toward the ring, lifting the microphone to his lips as he does so.
Beck Ramsey: Aren’t you so generous, Rayne? You offer me this spotlight as if I am not already a god…
Axel Reid: What an egomaniac…
Ruby Parvati: I would watch my mouth if I were you.
Ramsey walks up the steps, taking his time. His sunglasses-veiled gaze never wavers from Rayne, making her a bit uneasy, but she stands her ground as the larger athlete steps through the ropes and approaches her.
Beck Ramsey: Regardless of time, place, or company, I don’t care about what you can or cannot offer me. The attention that I have in VoW is from me, myself, and I. Sure, you and your beloved husband made a cameo appearance, but I have been the star of the show. Whether it be shock and awe or the destruction of the Omega family, I turned heads. I was noticed the moment I stepped foot into a VoW ring, but I took myself from noticed to infamous in one fell swoop.
Ruby Parvati: Why would she purposely try to agitate Mr. Ramsey?
Axel Reid: She’s making a stand.
Ruby Parvati: She tried that already and it doesn’t seemed to have worked very well for her.
The Master of the Macabre steps toward RDO, looming over her. She; however, stands her ground despite the obvious height difference between the two. This brings a devious smirk to Ramsey’s face.
Beck Ramsey: I fought two matches in one night, Rayne, and still defeated despite your pitiful husband’s attempt at stopping me from doing what I want when I want. You see, I knew it was only a matter of time before Prince Charming would come marching down the ramp to save your corpse. I knew I would never get Ryan Omega himself back in the ring so I imagine you’re smart enough to figure out who was the next best thing…
Axel Reid: This man has no respect for anyone or anything…
Ruby Parvati: Why should he, Axel? Explain that to me.
Rayne’s eyes narrow as she glares up at Beck, who seems to be enjoying the pure scorn on her face.
Beck Ramsey: O ho ho! You shouldn’t hate me, Rayne, because I single-handedly made people care about you again. Don’t you see it? Take a look around at the people who want you to defeat me. Behold!
Ramsey motions toward the crowd who begins raining boos down upon him, presenting them as if he were the Ringleader of a circus motioning out toward the audience with a large smile on his visage
Beck Ramsey: You want to know why though. You want to know why. Why, oh, why would Beck Ramsey bother with the power couple of VoW? Isn’t it fairly obvious? You two were nothing more than pawns in my grand scheme. This wasn’t personal. You only took it that way because of the methods I took to gain your attention. Oh, my dear Rayne…
Ruby Parvati: Lucky girl...
Ramsey uses the back of his hand to caress Rayne’s soft cheek. She swats his hand away which only draws a smile from him.
Ruby Parvati: I notice you didn’t have anything to say about respect just now. How convenient.
Axel Reid: Just looking at Beck makes me uncomfortable.
Beck Ramsey: I apologize for making you long for you ex-lover once more, but business is business you see, and the two of you became instrumental into my re-emergence into this cut throat business you and I call our livelihood. Before you even called me out here, you knew exactly what my intentions had been, Rayne. So, enlightenment me, why did you really call me out here?
The Master of the Macabre lowers his microphone, allowing Rayne the time to speak. Or so it seems at first. As Rayne goes to lift her microphone to her mouth again to speak, Ramsey blasts her with his microphone causing a sickening thud to echo across the arena, dropping RDO where she stands.
Axel Reid: Aw, come on! For the love of God! That’s as cheap as a two dollar steak!
Beck grabs her legs and goes to lock in UltraViolence, but before he can get it fully locked in, “The Bomber” by James Gang kicks up across the arena.
Ruby Parvati: Oh, no, not this fat bigot!
The crowd pops as Big Boss Hogg comes barreling down the entrance stage, his two sided Confederate and American flag in his hand waving through the air. As he slides in, Beck Ramsey’s eyes go wide as he releases his UltraViolence leg lock attempt and rolls out of the ring before Hogg can get to him.
Axel Reid: Beck doing the smart thing and getting the heck out of that Hogg’s way!
Big Boss hangs over the ropes for a moment and whips the flag out towards Beck, yelling at his adversary, before draping the flag around his neck and turning to assist Rayne to her feet. She respectfully declines the offer and gets to her feet on her own as she glares defiantly at Beck Ramsey, who grins at both of them in the ring as Big Boss Hogg picks up one of the microphones on the canvas and brings it to his mouth.
Big Boss Hogg: Yeah! Keep smiling! You think you done something here tonight, punk? All you’re doin’ is givin’ my boot a better target to kick! I don’t know what public school your mama and daddy sent you to, but you obviously didn’t learn nothin’ because you’re pokin’ a bear with a stick, son, when you’re messin’ with the Big Boss Hogg! Everything’s so funny to the great Beck Ramsey, huh? You think this is a joke! Well, we got a joke for you…
The big Texan points between himself and RDO. He then gestures out to Beck Ramsey.
Big Boss Hogg: Ladies and gentlemen, we give you two hundred and forty pounds of pusscake! Beck Ramsey, everybody! Actually, I should give you SOME credit...it does take guts for a grown man to come out here dressed like that!
Hogg’s large finger points directly at Beck.
Ruby Parvati: How dare he? I think Beck looks smashing!
Big Boss Hogg: I ain’t got nothin’ else to say to you. You had to stab me with a gotdamn razor and you still didn’t beat me. If I get at you, there won’t be nothin’ left for nobody to get a piece of. So I’m fixin’ to let this gal here do whatever she wants to do instead...and I’m fixin’ to sit back and watch. SOMEONE BRING ME A DAMN BEER! FRONT ROW!
Hogg moves toward the ropes again as a couple of beers are tossed in his direction. He cracks one open as RDO retrieves her microphone from the canvas from earlier. As she raises the microphone to her mouth, Big Boss raises a beer to his.
Rayne Draven-Omega: Big Boss Hogg here knows what the common man wants. Beck, I don't know how you got hold of my past and used it to play your mind games, but believe me. I will make real efforts to put a stop to your Wal-Martesque shenanigans.
At having his actions called “Wal-Martesque,” Ramsey’s grin suddenly turns into a sour scowl as Rayne continues. Big Boss Hogg lets out a loud chuckle and yells out “THE OTHER UNCLE SAM!”
Rayne Draven-Omega: If you don't believe it, you're in for a rude awakening!
It seems the tables have turned as Rayne shows a surprisingly confident smile as Big Boss Hogg grins and nods, letting the already empty beer fall to the canvas. The camera then cuts over to Beck Ramsey who seems rather irritated, irate even. He shoves the camera out of his face causing the cameraman to momentarily to lose his balance before steadying up on The Master of the Macabre against as he turns on his heels and storms out of the arena leaving the two in the ring amused by the temper-tantrum. The closing copyright logos appear in the lower corners of the screen.
Ruby Parvati: These two are a great fit for each other! They both disgust me!
Axel Reid: Beck Ramsey better be careful, because Rayne Draven-Omega and Big Boss Hogg aren’t playing games!
Ruby Parvati: They’re sore losers!
Axel Reid: I can’t wait for someone to get their hands on Beck Ramsey...either one of them! We’re out of time, see you next show everybody!
With that, the show fades to black as Big Boss Hogg holds his flag high above his head while Rayne climbs a turnbuckle, smiling as she points down towards the cheering fans.
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