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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 10:55:59 GMT -6
“Hold Your Ground” by CAVO blasts out of the PA system as the camera spins around Roy Wilkins Auditorium in St. Paul, Minnesota. The crowd is hyped for the show tonight. Ruby and Axel are about to go into their speech running down the show. Axel Reid: Hello and. . . "yeah, I remember her saying: I'm already dead... I'm already dead... I'm already dead..." Axel Reid: Every week. . . The lights flicker revealing Casanova English on the stage, the flash catching the faceplate of the World Visionary Championship causing a brief reflection of light. The crowd boos loudly as the voice continues Axel Reid: This guy has to interrupt me at some point. It's like he waits for his spots Ruby. Ruby Parvati: I want to call you crazy and tell you that it probably a coincidence, but with English it's likely. Everything this man does has a purpose. "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, around his waist the World Visionary Championship fastened proudly. Axel Reid: Yeah his purpose is to be the bane of my existence. I am Axel Reid, this is Ruby Parvati and sadly this man interrupting the intro to our show is the World Visionaries Champion. English smiles looking though the frantic crowd that remember the iconic first year of VoW. A microphone hangs in his hand by his side. English pulls the cigarette from his mouth with the same one that holds the mic, blowing a cloud into the audience as his music cuts. Ruby Parvati: If they don't know who Casanova English is they shouldn't be watching Breakthrough Axel. Axel Reid: He is going to have his work cut out for him in Constance Chapin in the main event tonight Ruby. Ruby Parvati: Yeah the Xcel Champion is no push over. She is the one that beat Ryder Blade and ended the era of excellence. He's the current number one contender for the World Championship. This is a landscape altering match. English paces for a moment tapping his championship occasionally. He brings the microphone up to his lips and chuckles. English: Well last week I guess Blade got the best of me. I really should of saw it coming. I really should expected him to be the slimy little worm he is. I underestimated you a tiny bit Ryder. I have been bitten for that; and therefore I won't let it happen again. English has a look of seriousness on his face as he takes a powerful drag from the coffin nail. Ruby Parvati: This is the biggest match in VoW history. At Fate of The Gods II we are going to see the money fight. The fight that launches VoW to the next level. Axel Reid: The question is will it be on Ryder's shoulder or still on Casanova's. Personally I am sick of them both. . . Ruby Parvati: Don't be a wet blanket Axel. You are just mad that from day one I scouted these guys and they are two if the biggest names in the promotion. . . and you thought I was just all beauty. English: Ryder it seems like you have your work cut out for you tonight. So I will try not to distract you too much. Thade might just break you before I get the chance. That would be the situation that you believe me to be in as well wouldn't it Ryder? The champion is in dangerous territory. After my loss to Kincaid and the questionable way in which I retained this championship in my last defense leads you to believe that I am slipping. Well if that is your theory allow me to fully debunk it here tonight. You put out a little message on that Twitter. You asked nicely for Constance to slow me down here tonight. Well allow this to be an example of what is to come Ryder. Watch as I walk through the person that took everything from you and turned you into a nothing but a piece of meat for me to sink my carnivorous teeth into. You think that Chapin can slow me down? No one can slow me down. I can go 0-100 quicker than anyone on this roster. Ruby Parvati: He has a point. Any time he has faced a loss he has bounced back. He learns from his mistakes and becomes more and more ring aware. We saw that with Heath Williams last week. Axel Reid: He cheated using the ropes. Don't dress it up like that. English: Tonight St. Paul I will remind you who rules this ring. People like to go on and on about my ego, but I don't just say things. Nah, I have the proof right here around my waist. I don't say I am the greatest there is. . . because well. . . this does it for me now doesn't it? Tonight you beat witness to me setting a definitive line in the sand. I will be establishing the hierarchy here in VoW tonight by putting the Xcel Champion where she belongs. . . beneath me. The crowd boos loudly some erupting in Chapin chants. English shakes his head and lets them have their moment. Axel Reid: I don't know if he wants to guarantee a win against Constance Chapin. She was the last GPW Champion. She is not someone to taken lightly. Ruby Parvati: He isn't taking her lightly Axel. He is just determined to prove a point. English: Then Ryder after I beat Constance it's you and I. . . one on one. . . Fate of The Gods. We all know full well you can talk the talk, but now under the hot lights. . . are you going to grow? Or are you going to melt? A lot of people can't handle the pressure Ryder. What is going to happen when you find out you are no different? What's going to happen when it's revealed that you are nothing special? English rolls his eyes dropping the mic. “Real Solution #9” picks up where it takes off as Casanova turns around and walks backstage. The fans boo in a frenzy as the champion exits. Ruby Parvati: Harsh words to Ryder there Axel. I haven't really seen Cass like this. He comes out here before the show even begins. . . Axel Reid: You obviously have never been kicked in the balls. . . Ruby Parvati: Tonight is a wild night as you can tell. We have Ryder vs Thade, English vs Chapin as was already stated. On top of that though we have Maxwell Soloke returning, and Datura officially debuting. Axel Reid: Also Heath Williams and Tyron Binkerton will be across the ring from one another in tag team action. But first, we kick the night off with an interesting match up Ruby. We have Elskerinne vs. Zahara Matisse! So let's get this ball rolling! |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 12:03:01 GMT -6
Opening Match
Elskerinne Vs. Zahara Matisse Jerry Heisenberg: Our opening contest is a singles match set for one fall! YAH HAHAHAHA HA HAHAHAHAHA HA!!! The sound of hysterical laughter fills the arena, startling everyone in attendance, as suddenly 'Emperor's New Clothes' by PANIC! At The Disco hits the speakers! The fans aren't sure whether to cheer or boo as three shadows appear at the entrance. The first verse makes it's grand appearance and with the help of a blue-tinted spotlight so do those at the top of the ramp. FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS! One figure is an attractive, dark haired woman donning black skinny jeans and an even blacker jacket. She flips her hair out of her face and mouths 'back to life', just before we hear: 'you just might see a ghost tonight!' Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Thea Zenos... from Moca, Puerto Rico, now residing in St. Paul, Minnesota! Standing in at 5 foot 9 and weighing in at 146 pounds! “The One And Only”... Elskerinne! The light brightens to reveal at the side of Thea... a blonde mannequin! Her make-up is on point, hair styled perfectly, and she dons wrestling gear and ridiculous 'tattoos' of animals, pop culture references, and iconic horror images. Smoke suddenly billows upward around the plastic doll, and it disperses just as quickly to reveal the one and only, Elskerinne! Donning dark blue wrestling garb, her hair is done up in a tight, sloppy Grecian braid, and there is a large crescent-shaped streak of black and purple glitter smeared across the left side of her face. Elskerinne places a finger to the glitter, trailing it down her cheek to the side of her mouth as she gazes out toward the crowd with a serious expression, taking everyone off guard. Axel Reid: And we’re set for our first contest of the evening, and what a match this one is going to be Ruby. Ruby Parvati: The weird and wacky Elskerinne going up against everyone’s favourite magician, Zahara Matisse. Should be a classic for sure. Axel Reid: But I don't see Elskerinne smiling at all. She usually smiles, even when she's being beaten down. I wonder why this is...? Ruby Parvati: Perhaps she's realized how mediocre she is in comparison to the other wrestlers on this roster? That's my best guess. After Elskerinne enters the ring and Thea stands at ringside, the classic pop tune "Lucky Star" by Madonna starts up as spotlights shine upward through the stage toward the rafters above. A light shower of glitter is released from above, catching the aforementioned lights nicely as Zahara Matisse walks her way through the curtains, coming to a stop at the top of the ramp. She takes a bow once there, although she too is not looking as bright as she usually is. She makes her way down the ramp, magically creating flowers from the tip of her wand and handing them to the children in the crowd as she passes. But that is all she does, only managing a corner smile at one particular child before her game-face takes over again. Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponent...from Atlantic City, New Jersey! Standing in at 5 foot 7 and weighing in at 143 pounds! “The Magical Maiden”...Zahara Matisse! Axel Reid: And there she is, Ruby. The Magical Maiden herself, and the number one contender to Constance Chapin’s Xcel Championship. Ruby Parvati: Let’s hope for Zahara’s sake that she has pushed that match to the back of her mind, because she can’t be going into this match with Elskerinne without one hundred percent focus. Reaching the ring, she hops easily onto the apron, briefly posing in front of the ropes with another bow and tip of her hat before rising and stepping through the top and middle strands. Ascending the turnbuckles, she twirls her wand between her fingers, she flicks it in the direction of the ringside fans, causing loud pops to sound and more confetti to stream down from above, getting a happy reaction in response. Hopping down to the mat, she removes her hat, gloves and coat, setting them beneath the bottom turnbuckle along with her wand before beginning to stretch in preparation for her match. Axel Reid: But looking at how serious these two are... it really does show how time changes people. In fact, it really shows how other people change people. Ruby Parvati: That's the wrestling business for you, Axel. Everyone gets affected eventually. The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway as both women circle one another before locking up in the centre of the ring. Axel Reid: Collar and elbow tie up... Elskerinne quickly locks Matisse into a side headlock, but the Magical Maiden quickly pushes her off the ropes. Ruby Parvati: Zahara escaping that headlock quickly... As Elskerinne comes back, she drops Matisse with a shoulder block, yet mere seconds later, Matisse kips back up onto her feet as the two women stare at one another and the fans cheer. Axel Reid: Amazing agility shown there by Zahara. Again, the two women circle one another and for a second time they lock up in the centre with a collar and elbow tie up. This time, it’s Matisse who gets the headlock in on Lady E who quickly pushes her off the ropes, much like Matisse did to her earlier. Ruby Parvati: And now it’s Elskerinne’s turn to escape the headlock quickly. Matisse comes back and takes Elskerinne down with a shoulder block of her own, but just like Matisse did, Elskerinne kips back up onto her feet and the fans applaud the great agility and wrestling skill being shown by these two Visionaries. Axel Reid: A pretty even match up here between these two athletes. For a third time, the two women circle one another but then, suddenly, Elskerinne leaps at Zahara and damages her with a punch, and then a bell clap. Ruby Parvati: And Elskerinne gets the upper hand first in this contest. As Matisse clutches her ears in discomfort, Elskerinne delivers a few forearm shots to the face of the Magical Maiden, sending her staggering against the ropes. Axel Reid: Vicious forearm shots there from Elskerinne. Whipping her off the ropes, as Matisse comes back to Lady E, she nails her right in between the eyes with a discus punch that sends her crashing to the mat. Elskerinne then wastes little time and follows that up with a fist drop before hooking the outer leg of Matisse. 1... Kick-out! Ruby Parvati: Only a one count there from Elskerinne. Elskerinne mounts Matisse and delivers a few hard right hands to the face of the magician before then dragging her up onto her feet by the hair, the referee giving her a little bit of a telling off as she shouts back at him to leave her alone. Axel Reid: Elskerinne getting a bit heated with the referee there. Whipping her into the turnbuckle, Elskerinne walks over to the opposite side of the ring and then charges towards her, doing a handspring and then attempting a back elbow to Matisse’s face, however Matisse manages to dodge the shot forcing Elskerinne to crash into the turnbuckle. Ruby Parvati: And Elskerinne misses with the handspring back elbow. Matisse immediately goes onto the offensive with a flurry of kicks and knee strikes to Elskerinne’s gut, the fans cheering on their loveable heroine. Axel Reid: And just like that, Zahara has now taken control. Matisse then marches over to the opposite end of the ring before doing a one eighty and turning back around, charging towards Elskerinne and nailing her with a vicious turnbuckle dropkick, causing Lady E to drop to a seated position in the corner. Ruby Parvati: What a dropkick from Zahara! Wasting little time, Matisse quickly lifts Elskerinne up to her feet and wraps her arms around her before hitting her with an Exploder Suplex and then bridges. 1... 2... Kick-out! Axel Reid: And Elskerinne kicks out at two. Getting up onto her knees, Matisse nods slightly, accepting that the match still continues as she gets up onto her feet, contemplating her next plan of attack. Ruby Parvati: Zahara wondering what to do next here. Matisse then charges towards the ropes and springboards off them with a Moonsault, however Elskerinne manages to get her knees up and drives them into Matisse’s mid-section. Axel Reid: And Elskerinne gets the knees up! Rolling around on the mat, clutching her abdomen in pain, Matisse is visibly hurting after having Elskerinne’s knees driven into her stomach. Ruby Parvati: Zahara looks to be in quite a bit of pain after that... Elskerinne manages to get back up onto her feet and quickly nails Matisse with a Shooting Star Senton before then making her way over to the turnbuckle and she begins to climb it. Axel Reid: What a Shooting Star Senton there from Elskerinne, but now what does she have planned? Once Elskerinne reaches the top of the turnbuckle, she measures Matisse who slowly manages to get up to her feet, clutching her stomach still in pain. Ruby Parvati: Looks like Elskerinne’s going to fly! As soon as Matisse turns to face Elskerinne, she dives off the turnbuckle with a crossbody sending both women crashing to the mat and Lady E quickly hooks the leg as the referee drops to his knees to make the count. 1... 2... 3??? Axel Reid: NO!!! ZAHARA GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!! Elskerinne glares at the referee and then at Zahara, hardly showing her patended smile as she drags the magical maiden back up to her feet. Ruby Parvati: What has Elskerinne got planned now to try and finish off Zahara for good? The fans then begin to chant for the Magical Maiden, trying to will her on and this seems to distract Elskerinne as she looks out to them with a raised eyebrow. Some Elsky chants do creep in, but the majority still seem to be on Zahara's side. Axel Reid: It seems like these fans are getting to Elskerinne a little bit here. Suddenly, Matisse manages to break free from Elskerinne’s grasp and from out of nowhere, nails her with a leg trap sunset flip Powerbomb! Ruby Parvati: Sparkle Bomb! Zahara just connected with the Sparkle Bomb! Matisse keeps hold of Elskerinne’s legs and traps her arms underneath her legs for a pin. 1... 2... 3??? Axel Reid: NO!!! ELSKERINNE KICKS OUT!!! Matisse falls back onto the mat, holding her head in her hands with a look of disbelief on her face that the match didn’t end there. However, she quickly changes her mentality back to focusing on putting an end to the match once and for all as she gets back to her feet. Ruby Parvati: Zahara can’t believe she hasn’t won this match already! However, she’s maintaining her focus on the task at hand. Picking her up onto her feet, Matisse then sets Elskerinne up for her patented Scissored DDT finishing move as the fans go crazy with cheers. Axel Reid: Will Zahara force Elskerinne to be Seeing Stars? Before she’s able to deliver the move, Elskerinne manages to escape the grasp of Matisse and then spins around and connects with a back fist, followed by a second and then finally a third which drops Matisse in a slump onto the mat near the ropes. Ruby Parvati: Three’s A Crowd! Elskerinne just hit Zahara with Three’s A Crowd! Elskerinne quickly drops to her knees and hooks Matisse’s outer leg as the referee drops himself to make the count. 1... 2... 3??? Axel Reid: NO!!! ZAHARA IS STILL IN THIS THING!!! Much like Matisse was before, this time it’s Elskerinne who is dumbfounded that this match isn’t over. Ruby Parvati: Elskerinne can’t believe it... Lady E proceeds to pick Matisse up, both women still quite close to the ropes as Elskerinne sets up for the Ranhei wrestling throw, better known as End of Eras!!! Axel Reid: Elskerinne setting up for the End of Eras! The mannequin lover then flips forward, successfully hitting her finishing move and following it up with a cradle pin. 1... 2... 3??? Ruby Parvati: ZAHARA GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!!! THIS MATCH CONTINUES!!! The fans cheer wildly as Elskerinne cannot believe it. Thea encourages Elsky to stay focused, but Elskerinne seems to be losing it, showing a sad outlook as a long frown appears on her face. Axel Reid: Elskerinne is showing cracks here... As Elskerinne gradually forces herself up, Matisse slowly pulls herself up to her feet with the aid of the ropes, visibly exhausted over such a gruelling back and forth contest. Ruby Parvati: Elskerinne better turn around and get back to work on Zahara. Seizing the opportunity, Matisse grabs hold of the morose Elskerinne and spins her around, kicking her in the gut and nailing her with a scissored DDT. Axel Reid: SEEING STARS CONNECTS!!! Matisse quickly hooks Elskerinne’s inner leg, resting her back on the mannequin lovers stomach and looking up to the ceiling, the look on her face screaming for the match to finally be over. 1... 2... 3??? Ruby Parvati: SHE GOT HER!!! DING DING DING!!! Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner... ZAHARA MATISSE!!! Zahara lets go and falls back onto the mat, relieved for it to have ended. As the crowd cheers the efforts of both women, we see Elskerinne slowly start to recover. She slowly pushes herself up, Matisse following suit. Elsky keeps her head lowered, and as we zoom in, we see her eyes glazed over and a blank expression on her face. However, her body language gives off a different feeling-- anger, sadness, and many other emotions. Zahara notices this and wordlessly steps forward, gently touching the other woman's shoulder. The gesture alone makes E glance up at her, before brushing it off with a smile that's faker than the mannequins she plays with. Ruby Parvati: What's with all this... emotional garbage? Get out of the ring already! We've many other fish to fry tonight! Axel Reid: It seems like both ladies tonight are feeling a bit out of their element in terms of emotion. I think Zahara is just trying to comfort and empathize with her. Zahara frowns slightly and moves around, lifting E's chin and offering her a gentle gaze... before throwing her arms around her! The fans are respectfully applauding this show of kindness from the Magician. We decide to fade out to a quick commercial break... |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 12:12:53 GMT -6
War's Planned Recruitment Backstage at the Roy Wilkins Auditorium, the Horsewomen of Chaos are gathered together as their leader, Joanna Thade, paces back and forth with her warhammer propped up on her shoulder. Most of them, anyway, as Emma Carlisle isn’t readily visible. Instead, Talon sits on the sofa, one long leg crossed over the other with her green eyes following War’s motions while Sentinel leans against the wall nearby, arms folded and an impassive expression on his face. Katalina is in one of the armchairs, toying with the lead in her hand which is connected to the bubbly blonde Candi, who sits on her knees at Katalina’s feet. There’s a soft grinding sound coming from somewhere nearby, incessant and even, yet quiet enough that it doesn’t overtake the address coming from War’s general direction. Joanna Thade: That my sisters is why I felt this the best plan of attack. Attrition alone will not position us to reshape the VoW landscape. While our usual tactics have been put on hold due to Sky's request and iron fist, our numbers have grown and that is something that can't be ignored. Spiders and sparrows are everywhere and we listen to such ignored creatures. War pauses to scan her sisters’ reactions as she soaks in the potential energy and restrained power inside the locker room. Joanna Thade: Tonight however is less about the same ol’ same ol’ and bringing those in the shadows I to the fold. Strife and I will hopefully run into some fun and there is a certain lost soul that may try to reach out. Chaos accepts all sisters and it is not our job to question, we are tasked with spreading truth and freedom from society's chains. Fury, Death….. Talon, still sitting languidly on the sofa, nods slightly to the recognition from Joanna. The camera pans over a bit to show Emma, who turns out to be the source of the constant scraping. She’s running a whetstone the length of the Nail of Eris, quietly honing the blade. Presumably she heard Joanna address her, for her eyes avert toward War, but she makes no other gesture. Joanna Thade: If you happen to find them do you best not to behead them. I understand the irony, especially since I've already asked Strife to eviscerate her slag of an opponent tonight. With that I see no reason to keep Strife from her scheduled play date. Anything to add? Joanna goes around the room to make sure all voices are heard, but instead all she receives are shakes of the head. As Emma continues to sharpen her blade Katalina Star and Talon are the first to dismiss themselves, leaving War and Death to share a moment. Joanna Thade: I don't think that blade can get any sharper. Care to give your opinion? Emma Carlisle: ...nothing more needs to be said. With one last sweep of stone on blade, Emma puts the implement down and gazes down the edge of the weapon before looking up at Joanna. Who groans at Emma's answer. Joanna Thade: While I'm happy to hear you agree, I'm asking for advice. I've never lead a group, you've tossed me in waters that I've never swam before. And you've been distracted as of late. Joanna's last statement is met with a hard gaze as the horsewoman known as War continues to pace back and forth faster than before. Emma Carlisle: Yes, I have. Sheathing the weapon, Emma sets it on the counter as she rises, stretching her arms up and over her head for a few moments. Emma Carlisle: Lead by strength and example, but never stray from the current of Chaos. There is little else to tell where that is concerned. We’ve experienced your strength and we trust in it. Do you really require more than that? Stopping in her tracks joanna turns her head quickly and looks at Emma with bewilderment. Opening her mouth to speak, War is unable to find any words that seem to suffice. Tuning around Joanna slowly picks up her warhammer, that has been laying on the bench, and holds it like a teddy bear. Joanna Thade: I'm the least experienced, the youngest, and yet you all put your faith in me? I can't even control myself around that creature, when the war breaks out how am I supposed to stay calm and collected? Moves and countermoves? Not things I'm good at. Emma Carlisle: You have Strife with her knowledge of the mind and Fury who can chain and control even the rawest form of anger. And… you have me. Putting a hand on the maul, Emma lowers the hammer and meets the confused eyes of her partner. Emma Carlisle: We have all the time in the world. Joanna lets a small smile break across her otherwise vulnerable face as Emma's final words bring her out. of the dark place her mind was going. Taking a deep breath War nods her agreement. Joanna Thade: Yes, you've a promise to keep about that. Thank you, we should probably take our leave as well. Can't leave Strife too far with the potential help from that whiner possibly costing her an easy obliteration. Emma Carlisle: Yes… Sliding the sheathed blade into her belt, Emma gestures for Joanna to lead the way. Shifting Hephty to her shoulders Joanna takes her cue, leading the pair out of the locker room and almost colliding with Datura when the turn the corner. The solace loving visionary seemed to be coming out from behind some equipment boxes and upon realizing whom had nearly run her over, couldn't contain her excitement. Before Datura can speak however Joanna places a single finger on Datura's lips. Leaning in close Joanna shares a welcome most wouldn't expect from War. Joanna Thade: As wayward as the leaves fly, your demons take you across the sky, to places most dark and fear, you wonder why you belong here, but in the darkness you can find, a force that knows no reason or rhyme, follow it if you seek, freedom from the oppressing meek, you are not as lost as you think. Not bothering to explain Death and War walk off towards the ring entrance to watch their sister do battle. Emma merely pats Datura on the shoulder leaving a small black business card and a knowing glance. Datura watches the pair depart before staring at the card as the cameras cut away. |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 12:15:55 GMT -6
Enough is Enough We cut towards a different part of the backstage area where Dustin Holt is finishing his last minute touch ups before his upcoming match. He doesn't seem to be to thrilled about it but he will make the most of it. Dustin Holt: Tonight, Sky Sangue will witness the total destruction of three embicles. I have tried to warn all of you that if the Lunatic wasn't taken serious. Then he will start the violence. I'm not afraid of the consequences but you should be afraid of what could happens when I keep my promises. A hint of anger can be detected in his voice as he begins to wrap his hand with tape. Dustin Holt: Enough is enough and tonight blood will be spilled. Any more multiple man matches will be your own problem. Don't say I didn't warn you. He shakes his head while walking out of the shot... |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 12:20:06 GMT -6
Nicole Evans Vs. Katalina Star Jerry Heisenberg: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Jerry's voice is heard as we fade back in to ringside. We pan out as "Worth It" by Fifth Harmony ft. Kid Ink blasts through the speakers and the lighting takes up a purple hue. Nicole Evans emerges through the curtains with a smile on her face, her Twin City Championship fastened around her waist. Jerry Heisenberg: Introducing first! From Worchester, England...standing in at 5 foot 8 and weighing in at 135 pounds! She is one half of the VoW Twin City Champions! “The First Babe”...Nicole...Evans! She positions herself on the stage and stands with her feet a shoulders-width apart before pointing both fingers to the ceiling and looking up to the heavens. Evans begins to skip down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans seated on the front row. She runs up the steel ring steps and strolls along the apron before swinging her leg over the middle rope. 'The First Babe' bends down and slaps her backside, before pulling the rest of her body into the ring. Unfastening her title and handing it to a stage-hand, she then backs up against the ropes, resting her shoulders upon them, anticipating the arrival of her opposition as “Worth It” fades out. Axel Reid: And here she is, Nicole Evans...one half of the Twin City Champions, of course alongside Gina Neon as the Neon Babes. Ruby Parvati: And she’s got a tough opponent ahead of her here tonight, the dominatrix from the Horsewomen of Chaos, and Zahara Matisse’s girlfriend. Which I still to this day don’t understand... Axel Reid: Clearly they love each other, Ruby...that’s all you need to understand. Ruby Parvati: It still seems weird to me... The slow guitars and beats of “Queer” by Garbage waver through the arena speakers, lights coming up in crimson and gold save for a single spotlight on the stage. Sauntering out to stand within that circle of light is Katalina Star, her ‘lion’ Candi following her out on hands and knees. Star looks out over the crowd and firmly strikes the business end of a leather flogger into the palm of her open hand, around the wrist of which is looped Candi’s leash. Giving the latter a little tug, she starts on her way down the ramp, carrying herself with pride and poise. Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Candi! From Malibu, California...standing in at 5 foot 9 and weighing in at 129 pounds! Katalina...Star! At the bottom of the ramp, Star gestures Candi forward, the blond scampering up the steps and onto the apron on all fours, holding the ropes apart for the dominatrix to enter the ring. Her motions are of such a fashion and pace as to immediately make most of the red-blooded males (and perhaps some females) in the crowd very jealous of the ring rope. Another tug of the leash brings Candi into the ring to sit at Star’s side as she stands mid-ring, savoring the reactions with utter satisfaction. After gesturing for Candi to leave the ring, she places her ‘weapon’ on the mat beneath the turnbuckles and hops onto the top one, crossing one leg over the other, her stare calculating and eager as “Queer” fades out. Axel Reid: And there is the dominatrix...the woman known as Strife in the Horsewomen of Chaos, Katalina Star. Ruby Parvati: Looking very focused as usual, this one should be an interesting match. The referee calls for the bell and the match is underway as both women slowly square up to one another. Evans mouthing off to Star who just stands there with a smirk plastered across her face. Axel Reid: Nicole getting right into the face of Kat here, showing her confidence. Still mouthing off, Evans now begins to prod Star in the chest which eventually causes the smirk on Strife’s face to fade before she shoves her in the face with her hand, sending the First Babe stumbling back a little. Ruby Parvati: And finally, Kat has had enough of Nicole’s berating. Evans who is now visibly angered with the face shove, charges towards Star but is quickly knocked to the mat with a shoulder block. Evans quickly gets back up to her feet and glares at Star whilst clutching her shoulder. Axel Reid: Kat with a hard shoulder block there... The smirk on Star’s face has since returned and she simply just shrugs her shoulders whilst Evans looks on with a slightly aggravated look on her face. Suddenly, she charges towards Star who attempts a clothesline, however Evans ducks it and then hits the ropes. Ruby Parvati: Kat misses with a clothesline... As Star turns around to face Evans, the Twin City Champion takes the dominatrix down with a shoulder block of her own. Just like how Evans did earlier, Star is quickly back up to her feet and glares at Evans, who responds with a shrug of her own. Axel Reid: And Nicole with a shoulder block of her own. Star nods as both women circle one another and lock up in center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie. Strife quickly locks Evans into a side headlock and drops to one knee, stopping the First Babe from attempting to fight back. Ruby Parvati: Clever strategy here from Kat. Evans quickly swipes Star’s legs from underneath her and covers her, only for Star to kick out immediately before both women quickly get back to their feet again and Evans locks Star in a headlock of her own. Axel Reid: Great counter there from Nicole. Star delivers a few elbows to the gut of Evans before attempting to hit the ropes, however Evans grabs a handful of her hair and slams her to the mat hard before getting a little bit of a telling off from the referee. Ruby Parvati: And there’s that mean streak of Nicole coming out... Evans grabs hold of Star and lifts her up to her feet before taking hold of her hand and then attempting a short-arm clothesline, however Star ducks it and then wraps her arms around Evans’ head in a Sleeperhold. Axel Reid: Kat with a Sleeperhold locked in, anyone who is familiar with Katalina Star knows she’s good with submissions. Squeezing tighter, Evans slowly drops to one knee as she clutches onto Star’s arms, trying to break free but to no avail. Ruby Parvati: Nicole down to one knee here... The sold out crowd begin to cheer and clap for Evans, trying with all of their might to will the Twin City Champion on. Axel Reid: These fans are fully behind Nicole Evans this evening. Now in a seated position, Evans begins to slowly fade as the fans cheers and claps get louder and louder. The referee then checks on Evans who’s arm is now limp so he lifts it up into the air before letting go and it drops to the mat. 1... For a second time, the official raises Evans’ arm, holding it up as Star looks over to her ‘lion’ with a grin on her face, before the referee lets it drop and it hits the canvas for a second time. 2... Ruby Parvati: Nicole is out. This could be over right here! For the third and final time, the referee lifts Evans arm up and after a few moments lets it drop, however it doesn’t hit the canvas this time and the fans cheer wildly as it seems as though Evans has new life inside of her. Axel Reid: No! Nicole is still in this thing! Evans begins to pump up, shaking her arms violently and kicking her foot off the canvas as Star looks on, shaking her head. Slowly but surely, Evans manages to get back up to her feet and strikes with an elbow to Star’s mid-section. Ruby Parvati: Nicole’s fighting back! Delivering a couple more elbows to the abdomen of the dominatrix, this finally forces Star to release the hold and Evans drops her to the mat with a hard clothesline. Axel Reid: Wicked clothesline there from Nicole... Star is quickly back to her feet, only to be knocked right back down again with another clothesline. Ruby Parvati: And another... For a second time, Star gets back to her feet and attempts a clothesline of her own, however Evans ducks it, runs at the ropes and then comes back with a one-handed bulldog quickly followed up with a lateral press. 1... 2... Kick-out! Axel Reid: Only a two count there... Evans holds up three fingers to the referee who responds by holding up two and informing the First Babe that it was only a two count. Evans then measures Star, seemingly getting ready to strike with her roundhouse kick signature move. Ruby Parvati: Looks like Nicole’s planning to strike with her roundhouse kick. Suddenly, Candi hops up onto the apron and immediately both the referee and Evans go over to her, yelling at her to get back down off the apron. Axel Reid: Oh c’mon! What the Hell is she doing? As the referee continues to deal with Candi, Evans turns her attention back to Star who is now back on her feet and hits the Twin City Champion with a thunderous slap across the face, sending her crashing to the mat with authority. Ruby Parvati: The Slap connects! Star then drops to her knees and hooks Evans’ outer leg as Candi finally drops back down off the apron, allowing the referee to get back to business and make the count. 1... 2... 3??? Axel Reid: NO!!! EVANS GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!! Star gets up onto her knees and just smirks at her opponent, shoving her in the face a few times, taunting her as the fans boo heavily. Ruby Parvati: Kat just toying with Nicole now. Grabbing hold of her head, she lifts her up to her feet and continues toying with Evans before suddenly from out of nowhere, the First Babe grabs Star and hits her with a T-bone Suplex sending the crowd into a frenzy. Axel Reid: Nicole’s fighting back! That’s the heart of a champion right there! Getting back to her feet, Evans gets herself and the crowd pumped up before turning her attention to the turnbuckle and making her way over to it, much to the delight of the fans. Ruby Parvati: What has Nicole got in store for Kat here? Evans begins to scale the turnbuckle, the fans cheering her on while she does so as Star slowly begins to stir and climb back up to her feet with the aid of the ropes. Axel Reid: You know what they say about high risk, Ruby? Sometimes it results in high reward. Evans straightens herself up on top of the turnbuckle and waits for Star to get to her feet, once she does, the dominatrix turns to face her opponent and she dives off the turnbuckle with a crossbody, however Star ducks it and sends the First Babe crashing to the mat below. Ruby Parvati: And sometimes high risk doesn’t result in high reward, just like we just witnessed right there! Star quickly takes advantage of her fallen adversary and grabs her leg, locking her in her vicious Kneebar submission finishing move as Evans screams out in pain. Axel Reid: Sweet Release is locked in! Will Nicole tap out?!?! Stretching her arms out as far as possible, Evans is desperately trying to grab onto the bottom rope, however it’s too far away from her. Ruby Parvati: She’s got nowhere to go! Trying to hold on for dear life, Evans tries to somehow break out of the hold, however Star keeps it locked in and after a few more moments of agony, Evans has no choice but to tap out as the referee calls for the bell. DING DING DING!!! Jerry Heisenberg: Your winner via submission! Katalina...Star! |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 12:59:19 GMT -6
Delivery of a Ringing Bell The scene cuts backstage to see Joanna Thade hand Kataline Star the leash to which Candi is happily bouncing on the other end of. The two horsewomen share a smile as Strife takes hold of the leash. Joanna Thade: She wanted to glomp you as you passed through the curtain. Thought I'd save you the hilarity Katalina Star: Than-- Candi quickly throws herself on her Mistress with a tight squeeze hug knocking the air out of the dominatrix. She’s even forced to fight for balance but manages just fine after already having spent months with the blond. Still though, she wishes she would cut the energy down some but can’t find the nerve to say it. So, for now, she gives her lightning charged lion a pat on the head. Katalina Star: Thank you, Candi. And you as well. Kat smiles a bit toward Joanna as Candi doesn’t seem to want to let go. Once more, something Kat has grown accustomed to. Katalina Star: So how are you, love? Joanna Thade: Excited to deliver a gift. Figured you being the closest thing to an authority on the subject I'd ask you to accompany me. Katalina Star: Intriguing. It’s not often I’m considered such. Kat laughs a little but looks a little in behind her shoulder toward Candi. The blond smiles back at her, even waves until she notices her Mistress is actually just looking beyond her. Joanna picks up a long box that had been lurking in the shadows in one hand and her ever present warhammer in the other before sliding her gift laiden arm next to Katalina's and hooking her elbow. Joanna Thade: Oh come on your magician can wait all of…..three minutes. Katalina Star: Mm, I suppose. It’s not like three minutes apart hasn’t killed our relationship thus far. The two horsewomen share a nod before heading back to the locker room from the gorilla position. Katalina while exhausted from her match seems in better spirits than Joanna who's face hardens with each step until the pass a dark hallway. Candi: why is Mr Slater alone in the dark? Katalina looks in herself and begins wondering on the same thing. Joanna Thade: Who knows, let's ask the man. Oh Slater care to flirt in person with your favorite three ladies? Joanna's voice carries down the hall and the camera pans so that Matt Slater is barely visible. He doesn't respond however. Instead he seems to be muttering to himself, and pulling at his hair. Candi: I know! Candi giggles and starts her way down the hall quite innocently until the leash becomes taught. Before Candi can do anything about that, she’s pulled right back to her Mistress in such a way the bubbly blond is knocked straight down to her hands and knees. But, per usual, she just giggles over it. Katalina: Candi, what are you doing? It’s clear he’s not well. Candi: I just thought he wanted to get baldeded. I was gonna help. Kat just shakes her head as her lion crawls back alongside her legs. Soon, the domina looks over and finally notices the expression resting along her Sister’s face. Katalina: Do you know what’s going on here, love? Joanna looks closely down the hallway and mauls over and idea. Looking back at her sister she offers the long box which Katalina takes with an unsettling gaze upon her counterpart. Joanna Thade: Not a clue but if ol’ Slattie needs a wake up call or his bell rung we'll find out. Just let me do something I think might get those gears turning the right direction, guess your play date with him will have to wait. Candi giggles out some as she finds herself in the next position she’s come to like. Kneeling, but hugging hold of her Mistress’ leg. Tightly. So much so that Kat would have to lift up the lion’s weight every time she went to walk. So...while Candi enjoys this, Kat has grown out of favour with having her down there. Candi: Silly, Joey Jo-Jo Jo-Jo is silly. He’s not a clock. Without walking too far into the hallway War brandishes her favored weapon with a few circles to gain momentum before sending in forcefully against one of the pipes leaving a ringing echo and thunderous sound wave bouncing around. Joanna Thade: WAKE UP SLATER! Her subtle approach seems to have brought VoW's shining knight out of his head but as he gazes down at the source of the noise, Joanna's disappointedly shaking head and Katalina’s concerned look causes him to retreat out of the camera's focus. Katalina Star: Maybe you oughtn’t have yelled, love. Typically, when people are in...that state, She begins as she looks down at Candi as if she were an example of this. Candi just looks up and flashes her pearly whites before Kat looks back to Joanna. Katalina Star: Abrupt actions or loud noises snap them too much into reality and they retreat. Unless...that’s what your intention there was. Joanna Thade: You know far too well the human mind Strife. Slattie is haunted by several demons. With my voice and silhouette of a woman wielding a hammer, do you think it was me or his demons he hated away from? Walking back to the pair, Joanna shoulders Hephty before petting Candi, something that months ago would have been unheard of with their past. Waiting for Strife's reply, War gently takes her gift back and motions for them to continue on, and leave the Knight to his own troubles. Katalina Star: To be joking, you love. But...in all seriousness, it’s a little hard to tell without knowing the full level of conflict he’s facing. If he’s still trying to cope, then it might be his demons. If he’s gone to phases beyond… Katalina pauses a bit and lets out a sigh before looking over to Joanna. Katalina Star: I would still like to think his demons. As her words earn an understanding nod from Joanna the scene begins to fade. Before the black consumes the screen however the nameplate of a locker room can be seen. “Ryder Blade”...
What's Old is New (and Xcellent) Cameras shift to the backstage area, spotting Zahara Matisse lingering in the catering area. She takes a bottle of water from one of the ice chests and spins the cap off, taking a grateful sip before pressing the chilled bottle to her brow. She has a towel draped around her neck and is still in her ring gear from her match versus Elskerinne at the top of the show. The Magical Maiden took the win, but to look at her you’d think that she got her second notch in the ‘L’ column instead. Ruby Parvati: I’d like to commend Zahara for that win tonight. I really would. But then I remembered how badly mannequin girl got stomped by Joanna Thade last week and… yeah, that wasn’t all Zahara. Axel Reid: Hey, Elskerinne is a fighter. You saw how far she took Casanova English. And she gave Thade all she could handle. Ruby Parvati: More excuses for your favorite? I’m not surprised. Did you hear that she’s been training in MMA to prepare for Constance? Her best wasn’t good enough last time, so what’s learning a few leg locks and how to throw a punch gonna do to change that? Axel Reid: Personally I look at it as Zahara wanting to get better and bring something new to the table. That shows respect for her opponent, for the importance of the match and the pay-per-view itself. Only you could find something wrong with that. Snorting indignantly, Ruby makes her opinion on Axel’s assessment clear. Meanwhile, Zahara takes another draw from her bottle and gives a one-handed wave to a few of the local talents who pass by and greet her, flashing them a smile as they pass. Once they’ve moved on, she polishes off the bottle and tosses it into the nearby trash can, then bringing her hands up to her face and rubbing her fingertips into her eyes. Zahara Matisse: That was way too close. A match like that… Constance would chew me up like a wood chipper. Gonna have to step it up with Catherine, it looks like. I can’t go zero-for-two… Someone clears their throat behind the young magician and immediately she whirls around as though expecting someone to leap at her. Ruby Parvati: Tense much? Axel Reid: Hey, in this place you gotta watch your six. Ruby Parvati: ...watch your six? Axel Reid: I watched Top Gun last night. Leave me alone. The owner of the newly cleared throat stands behind Zahara with a deceptively intimidating stance. Constance Chapin, Xcel Championship slung comfortably over her left shoulder, offers Zahara a bit of an approving nod before extending a hand to pat the Magical Maiden on the shoulder. Constance Chapin: Good job out there. Not many people can claim to have overcome Elskerinne. You’re in esteemed company. Myself, my opponent tonight...my opponent at Fate of the Gods… Constance pauses as her eyes focus tighter on Zahara, the newly announced challenger for the Xcel Championship. Constance Chapin: You may not be a champion yet but if we’re going by ‘Elskerinne Victory’ metrics then you’re already standing among them. I’ve never seen someone so defeated by a victory, Zahara. It’s not like you to be so...well, depressed is one word to use. This is about our rematch, isn’t it? Can I offer you some advice? Constance waits for some form of response before continuing. Zahara Matisse: Please do. Constance Chapin: Tonight I’m going against Casanova English, the World Visionary Champion. Regardless of what happens, win or lose, I won’t be comparing it to what happened at Nothing Else Matters. Sure, it’s easy for me to say that given what happened there, but if you become so focused on the future then you’ll blind yourself to the present. You’re a hell of a competitor, Zahara, and if you let yourself get defined by one loss...well, it won’t do you any favours in the long run. In rare form, the surly Mancunian offers Zahara the softest of smiles, flashing for a brief second before returning to her normal stern gaze. Constance Chapin: But since you’re so focused on Fate of the Gods I do come bearing some good news. Since I won this title with a stipulation of my choosing, I extend that same courtesy to you, if you want it. It might lighten this pressure you feel knowing you could stack the odds in your favour. What say you? Not a lick of sugar dropped on those words, not that there needed to be, but the candor shown by the champion was refreshing enough of a change for the Enchanting One that it snapped her briefly out of her unconfident state and caused a bit of a smile to appear. Zahara Matisse: I was giving that some thought, actually. This title, in the pre-Ryder era… The smile broadens just a touch as she ribs the former and longest-reigning Xcel Champion in the company’s history. All in good fun, of course. Zahara Matisse: ...had a certain tone to it, one reflected in the name and in a set of match stipulations that demanded both champion and challenger be at their best. You strike me as both a woman who likes a challenge and someone with a traditional streak. What do you say we revive the Xcel Championship Match as it once was and give the world a show? The nerves were still there, and the confidence still had a bit of a crack in it, but that didn’t mean the fire was gone. The challenger extends her hand to the champion, who stares at it for a brief moment before returning the gesture. As their hands shake, the Xcel Champion tilts her head and offers a smirk that lasts the length of their handshake. Constance Chapin: Someone’s been doing homework. I can’t think of a better way to put the title on the line. You have your match and I have preparations to make. Congratulations again on your match tonight, Zahara. Constance shifts her shoulders, letting the Xcel Championship readjust itself on her shoulders before giving Matisse a nod and heading further towards the locker room. Axel Reid: An Xcel Championship match under the original rules?! How long has it been since we’ve seen that, Ruby? Ruby Parvati: Long enough that I don’t remember what the rules are, but if it means these two get to destroy each other more effectively, sign me up! |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 13:04:51 GMT -6
Fatal Four Way
Ace Watson Vs. Dustin Holt Vs. Jamo Vs. Isaac Anderson The scene cuts back in on the ring where Ace Watson, Dustin Holt, Jamo, and Isaac Anderson are ready to get their match-up underway. DING DING DING! Axel Reid: And we are underway here for this fatal four way contest as we welcome you all back from commercial on this go-home edition of VoW Breakthrough! As the bell goes off, Ace charges right at Jamo and hits him with a rough clothesline that slams him into the corner and causes him to collapse down. Ace turns back around as soon as he sees Jamo taken care of with that attack, and smirks to his other two opponents before yelling at them to bring on their best. Dustin is the first to oblige as he rushes at Ace and the two begin sharing punches at each other’s heads, the crowd cheering on the brutal onslaught the two men are putting on while on the other end of the ring, Anderson decides to try his hand at picking up Ace’s scraps and take out Jamo. Little did Anderson know, however, that Jamo would come back swinging, unaware who exactly was his original assailant as he took assumption to who was closest and pulled Anderson to the ground and land several hard shots to his chest. Ruby Parvati: These guys are wasting little time giving us some hard-hitting brawls to get this match going Axel. Axel Reid: No doubt Ruby, and look at this work Jamo has going, almost suckering in Anderson before landing those hard punches after the drag down. Oh and look at Ace here! Axel is quick to point out Ace getting the upper hand in his exchange with Dustin as he pops The Psycho with a few uppercuts. Dustin backs up with each pop to his chin right to the ropes, giving Ace the opportunity to run back and go for a shoulder tackle which connects and bounces Dustin off the ropes. Ace steps back up to his feet, seeing Dustin struggling to stay on his feet, and runs back at him grabbing the back of his head and sending him to the mat with a running bulldog. Ace then goes for a quick pin… ONE! . . KICKOUT! Axel Reid: Good attempt there by Watson with the running bulldog, but this match has barely gotten underway enough to weaken Dustin as he gets the quick kick-out at 1 and a half. Ruby Parvati: Ace has the right strategy early on here, he is trying to get these taller guys he is in the ring with off their game with these quick attacks. It’s smart and will give him the clear advantage as long as he can hold up on his stamina. Ace nods his head to the referee after the one count and goes back to work on Dustin as he locks him up in a simple headlock, wrenching at his head in an attempt to weaken him. Jamo continues his onslaught on Isaac, standing now to do his signature mud-hole stomp on his fellow competitor while using the corner for leverage. The crowd cheers on the action as Jamo steps back and runs back at Isaac attempting a running Senton, only for Isaac to roll out of the ring as Jamo lands right on his back. Isaac doesn’t take long to stand back to his feet, and pulls Jamo’s body over to the corner post and slams his knee against the post. Axel Reid: And Isaac Anderson getting back to work as he looks to weaken the knees of Jamo on the post. Ruby Parvati: Jamo could be taken out of this match very quickly if he can’t find a way out of this, Isaac is one of recent signings who has a very methodical way of targeting the limbs of his opponents. Back in the ring, Dustin rolls around a bit to escape Ace’s headlock, and picks him up with ease as he throws his back with a German Suplex, keeping his arms wrapped around Ace’s waist to attempt and succeed at picking him up and throwing him back with a couple more. At ringside, Isaac takes Jamo by his legs and drags him around, taking in the harassment of the fans as he looks around at them. Getting Jamo to the barricade, Isaac pushes on his knee a little to point it out before slamming it against the barricade corner, causing Jamo to writhe in pain on the floor. Axel Reid: Suplexes in the ring from Dustin Holt, knee punishment outside of it by Isaac Anderson. Simple yet effective variety from these two men. Jamo seems to be showing a bit of pain in his knees as the medical staff at ringside check on him, much to Isaac’s distaste as he was prepared to further his attack, but shrugs it off as he slides back in the ring. Ruby Parvati: I wonder if Jamo is able to still compete for the rest of this match, Axel. He’s suffered some serious damage to that knee... Back in the ring and Isaac clubs Dustin in the back of the head with a double axe handle, stopping him from being able to continue his assault on Ace. The two men then begin to slug it out, trading rights and lefts with one another. Axel Reid: And now Dustin and Isaac are trading blows with one another now. Neither of these men have any issues beating the Hell out of each other...and these fans are loving it! Dustin begins to gain the upper hand with repeated punches to Isaac’s face, forcing him back against the ropes. The Psycho then takes a few steps back and then charges full force towards Anderson and clotheslines him hard, sending both men over the top rope to the outside. Ruby Parvati: And once again, the action spills to the outside! Wasting little time, Dustin picks Isaac back up to his feet and yells obscenities at him before suddenly whipping him hard towards the steel steps and he crashes knee first right into them, forcing him to drop to the floor clutching his knee in agony. Axel Reid: And now it seems as if Anderson has suffered some serious knee damage! With both him and Jamo out for the time being, this match is essentially a one on one match now. Dustin smirks, looking down at Isaac writhing in pain. He then turns his attention back to the ring and rolls inside as Ace has since now gotten back to his feet and has realized the current situation, spotting both Jamo and Isaac both being looked over by medical personnel. Ruby Parvati: And now Ace has just realized that for the moment, he’s only got Dustin Holt to worry about right now. The two men in the ring square up to one another, mouthing off to each other before Ace suddenly shoves Dustin backwards, causing the Lunatic to smirk before they both begin to rain punches down on one another. Axel Reid: Ace and Dustin going at it like wildfire right now! These two really hate one another and it’s showing. As Ace attempts to strike with another right hand, Dustin blocks it and wraps his arms around his waist and hits him with a belly to belly Suplex before then quickly making his way over to the turnbuckle. Ruby Parvati: And a beautiful picture perfect belly to belly Suplex from Dustin, and now he’s going up top! Once he reaches the top, he double checks that Ace is in an appropriate position before suddenly diving off the top and landing onto Watson with a Frog Splash before hooking the outer leg as the referee drops to his knees to make the count. ONE! . . TWO! . . Axel Reid: NO!!! ACE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!! Dustin immediately gets to his feet and into the face of the referee, demanding that it should have been a three count however the referee remains adamant that it was only a two count. Ruby Parvati: Dustin better not get too heated, knowing the kind of competitor that Ace is, Dustin needs to remain one hundred percent focused on the task at hand. Dustin waves off the referee, seemingly having enough with trying to argue with him and goes back to focusing on Ace, who catches him in a small package from out of nowhere! ONE! . . TWO! . . Axel Reid: AND ACE NEARLY GOT CAUGHT THERE BUT MANAGED TO KICK OUT IN THE NICK OF TIME!!! Both men are quick to their feet, hoping to be the first to get the advantage and Dustin manages to pull off a Superkick, sending Ace crashing to the mat in a heap. Ruby Parvati: Splitting Headache connects! Before Dustin has the opportunity to go for the pinfall, Jamo rolls back into the ring behind him and grabs hold of Holt and throws him out of the ring to the floor on the outside and quickly hooks Ace’s outer leg. Axel Reid: Jamo could steal it here! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE??? Ruby Parvati: NO!!! ANDERSON BREAKS UP THE PIN JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!!! Jamo can’t believe it, his face is full of rage as he gets to his feet and begins mouthing off to Isaac who just smirks at him before attempting a clothesline, however Jamo ducks it and then hits the ropes before coming back and nailing Isaac with a Spear. Axel Reid: Jamo hits the Spear! Jamo drops to his knees and covers Isaac with a lateral press and yells at the referee to do his job and make the count. The referee then drops to his knees and begins to do just that. ONE! . . TWO! . . KICK-OUT!!! Ruby Parvati: Isaac just gets the shoulder up before the three count! This match continues. Dustin who is now back onto his feet, immediately goes to work on Jamo before he’s able to continue his assault on Isaac. Grabbing hold of Jamo’s arm, Dustin wrestles him down onto the mat and quickly locks him in a Crippler Crossface, right in the middle of the ring. Axel Reid: Dustin has the Crippler Crossface locked in on Jamo! Will he tap out?!?! Jamo stretches out his free arm with all his might as he screams in agony, trying to reach the ropes as Dustin pulls back on the hold, locking it in even tighter. Ruby Parvati: Jamo has nowhere to go! Will he tap out? Just before Jamo is about to tap out, Isaac manages to grab hold of his arm, stopping him from being able to give up. Axel Reid: NO!!! Isaac makes sure this match continues!!! Isaac then delivers a few stiff shots to the face of Dustin, causing him to release the hold on Jamo and the Hardcore Legend slowly rolls out of the ring, dropping to the floor on the outside, clutching his arm in pain. Ruby Parvati: Jamo must be in agony right now, first his knee got badly hurt earlier in the match and now his arm is hurt. As Isaac looks on at Jamo on the outside writhing in pain, he has completely forgotten about Dustin who spins him around and attempts to strike with a Diamond Cutter, but Isaac pushes him off the ropes and when he comes back, nails him with a Blue Thunder Bomb. Axel Reid: The Detroit Special connects! Isaac could be on the verge of a huge victory right here! Getting to his feet, Isaac points to the turnbuckle and makes the cut-throat sign with his thumb across his neck, signalling that this is definitely the end. Before he’s even able to make his way over to the turnbuckle however, he’s suddenly rolled up with a school boy pin by none other than Ace Watson. Ruby Parvati: I totally forgot Ace was in this match!!! ONE! . . TWO! . . THREE??? DING DING DING!!! Jerry Heisenberg: Your winner via pinfall! Ace...Watson! |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 13:08:12 GMT -6
A Prey’s Prelude The camera slowly fades in. As it does, we see Raiden Himura seated in a plush looking black leather chair. He tilts his head slightly, so that his face and eyes are directed towards the camera’s lens. Raiden Himura: For once, I’m going to skip my usual introduction; there are much more pressing matters to attend to. He crosses his right leg over his left. Raiden Himura: Let us just get right into the thick of things, shall we? Hmm, the other I received a call from Japan. I assumed it would be father dearest, checking in on his baby boy—but, it was not. In fact, it was actually my boss. Or, if you want to be super specific, me and .PAAK’s boss. He pauses for a quick second. Raiden Himura: Now, very rarely does our great and mighty boss pick up a phone. Therefore, when he does call, it’s either something exceedingly delightful, or something terribly dreadful. He lets out a small smirk. Raiden Himura: Fortunately for everyone involved (myself included), it was the former. Surprisingly enough, the TERM was uncharacteristically giddy. And why, you might ask? Well, he was ecstatic about the success and progress that .PAAK has made here in VoW. He heaped so much praise upon the las that I had to put him on speaker phone; she wouldn’t have believe me otherwise. In particular, he mentioned .PAAK’s recent bout against Valerie Beasley; he said it was his absolute favorite. Raiden gently places his hands in his lap. Raiden Himura: .PAAK and I talked to him upwards of half an hour. He told us both to keep up the good work, and that he’d be in contact soon enough; and that, he tapped upon that illustrious red button. He interlaces his fingers. Raiden Himura: After the call had end, I just so happened to glance over at .PAAK. Much to my chagrin, she had the same look on her face as I did. That’s how you know we’ve been traveling together for far too long; our personalities often rub off on each other. But I digress, I was talking about the “look.” It wasn’t a look of pride, nor was it a look of accomplishment—it was a look of frustration, a look of anger. He nods his head. Raiden Himura: You see, on the last edition of Breakthrough, my wonderfully talented client defeated you, Ms. Beasley. You thought she was run of the mill, you thought she was worthless, you thought she was like everyone else you had faced before. He pauses for a second. His eyes seem to penetrate the lens. Raiden Himura: You doubted .PAAK, did you not? You damn near disrespected her—and that enraged us both! And for that, you received a loss. And not just any loss, a loss in the ring of the ring. One, two, three—no shenanigans whatsoever. He shakes his head. Raiden Himura: You’re doubt was foolish, little girl. Suddenly, Raiden claps his hands. The echo radiates through the room for a moment. Raiden Himura: Now, after a win of that magnitude, .PAAK should be moving on to much bigger and better things. Hell, in a utopian world, .PAAK would be marching in to crush Katie Moicelle at Fate of The Gods. But alas, I did promise you a rematch, did I not, Valerie. I’m a lot of things Ms. Beasley, and at the top of the list reads “truth sayer.” I promised to give you another shot at .PAAK, and that’s exactly what’s going to happen. Raiden places his fingers behind his head and leans back in his seat just a bit. Raiden Himura: Beasley versus .PAAK Part Two will occur at Fate of The Gods. Nevertheless, I want impress something upon you. I want to be crystal clear; I want there to be a zero percent chance of confusion. He pauses slightly for emphasis. Raiden Himura: Valerie, you’re going to get your rematch—but this match shall be utterly different than the first. That first encounter was based upon competition. Isn’t that why people fight and wrestle, Valerie? The enjoy the challenge, they enjoy the thrill of the battle. But then, you and your little wretch of a manager tried to make a mockery of the sentiment of competition. Maybe you thought my and .PAAK wouldn’t hear you; or, perhaps you assumed we’d let your snideness slide. He lets a out a grunt. Raiden Himura: Hmm, so be it. He places his hands back in his lap. Raiden Himura: So be it. This final match won’t be about competition—it will be all about destruction. The camera zooms in on his face a bit. Raiden Himura: At Fate of The Gods, my girl is going to slaughter you. Once again, I’m going to sit back and look on with immense joy. The rest of the world? They will look on with horror. However, everyone who witnesses the event will come to the same conclusion―.PAAK is not one to be *bleeped* with! He gives off a proper smirk this time. Raiden Himura: I’d wish you good luck, Ms. Beasley, but I wouldn’t really mean it. God help you dear—I sincerely hope you’ve got all your affairs in order. The camera slowly fades out... |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 13:17:11 GMT -6
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 13:17:40 GMT -6
Ryder Blade Vs. Joanna Thade We return following a brief word from our sponsor as Axel and Ruby prepare to lead us into the next contest. Axel Reid: It's been a wild night in St. Paul thus far, Ruby! Ruby Parvati: And it's only going to get better from here on out. Axel Reid: You're absolutely right. Our next match should be nothing short of a barn burner as Ryder Blade goes one on one with Joanna Thade of the Horsewomen! So without further hesitation, let's send it to Jerry Heisenberg in the ring for the introductions! Our view transitions from one of commentators to the ring itself, where Heisenberg has a mic in hand and gestures to the entrance way. Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentleman! The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first...standing 6' and weighing 210 lbs... From The Sprintex Dojo and being accompanied by The Goon Squad... Ryder...Blade! Blink 182's 'What's My Age Again' starts up on the speakers, bringing a mixed but mostly negative reaction from the live crowd. A moment later, Ryder Blade appears on the entrance platform, clad in a sleeveless red hoodie and matching trunks, both prominently branded with the bright yellow Sprintex logo on the back. The hood of the jacket is over his head as he walks down the ramp in the company of his two masked bodyguards, throwing his taped fists in front of his face in a series of air-boxing moves as he goes. He also takes a moment to display his footwork, hopping nimbly about prior to entering the ring. Upon entering the squared circle, Ryder stands in the center, fist held aloft, among a chorus of boos. Only after posing for a moment does the Blade pull down the hood and hand the jacket over to his Goon Squad at ringside. He then steps into the center of the mat, ready to start the match! Axel Reid: Someone sure is brimming with confidence tonight, Ruby. Ruby Parvati: He'd better hope it doesn't bite him in the rear end. Jerry Heisenberg: And his opponent... Hailing from the other side of sanity! She stands 5'4" and tips the scale at 145 lbs. even! One half of Chaos Sworn as well as a member of the Horsewomen of Chaos!... Joanna..Thade! The arena darkens while fog wafts up from beneath the stage, lights going off with a strobe effect meant to resemble lightning as the sound of thunder rumbles through the speakers. The sounds go silent after a few moments before the lights come up with a blue tint, a spotlight shining down on two kneeling figures who rises from within the fog at the top of the ramp moments before the haunting opening of "Cut the Cord" by Shinedown starts. Both figures start to rise as the baseline comes in. Slowly giving nothing away until the bone-chilling thunder of vocals of children echo throughout the arena. One figure throws back her hood revealing her unmistakable blue hair. Laughing along with the lyrics Joanna sways back and forth until "Cord" Leading the group Joanna throws off her ropes and heads to the ring biting her lips as she savors the meal to come. The hood rests on the other's shoulders as a masked Emma Carlisle stands stoically at the base of the ramp as Joanna skips to the music. Circling around the ring Joanna refuses to take her eyes off her prey until Emma draws her attention to the task at hand and share a quick nod. Emma pulls herself up onto the apron and enters the ring, casting aside her cloak as she walks to the center as Joanna runs and slides in under the bottom rope. Peeling off the mask, the Nihilist glares into the camera before tilting her head back and shrieking loudly. More of the thunder and strobe lighting erupts at this, briefly, before she lowers her head again. Joanna moves to take a knee before her, the maul portion of Hephty pressed to the mat while Emma places a black-nailed hand on her partner's shoulder, the Warchild affecting a delightedly malicious smile and shrieking laughter to match her partner's deafening wail. "The Watcher" fades out slowly and the Chaossworn back into one corner, unwillingly handing their armament to their respective seconds who remain outside the ring in their charges' corner. Joanna paces hungrily as Emma exits the ring as they await the bell to single Joanna's next "play time". Ruby Parvati: Something about that Joanna Thade makes me uneasy. Axel Reid: Take your pick. She's psychotic, sadistic, wants to paint the canvas red with her adversaries' blood. Ruby Parvati: You'd better pray that she didn't just hear you say that, Axel... Axel Reid: What, Psyc - Ruby Parvati: Are you trying to get us killed?! DING! DING! DING! The bell sounds as Jerry gets out of dodge a.s.a.p. Meanwhile, in the ring the two combatants are circling one another. Trying to scout for an opening of sorts. Without warning, Ryder walks right out into the center of the ring and points at Thade with a shit eating grin on his face. He screams out "Chaos Chaos Chaos! Crazy Crazy - And gets decked right in the kisser by Joanna, who follows suit with several more punches as this causes The Blade to stumble backwards and grab the ropes to prevent spilling out onto the arena floor. Sanity's Mistress peels Ryder away from the ropes and applies a side head lock... and delivers several more strikes to the temple of her opponent! Each thud more sickening than the last before the official finally has to separate the two. Axel Reid: My God! Did you hear the impact of those punches?! Ruby Parvati: That just goes to show you... Joanna Thade is not someone you want to toy around with. That Woman came to fight... and she's out for blood! Thade pushes the ref aside to continue the assault of Ryder Blade, but in doing so leaves herself open to a poke to the eye! This momentarily stuns her and just long enough for Blade to follow that up with a swift kick to the mid section. All of the air is forced out of Thade's lungs as she falls to a knee. Blade then grabs a handful of her hair and brings her back to her feet before sending her reeling with a vicious headbutt! He closes the gap rapidly before nailing Thade with a flurry of punches now! Joanna loses her balance and falls backwards into the ropes as she stays tangled there as Blade looks gestures for her to come get some more. Axel Reid: The guy's a damned troll, but you can't deny how successful his tactics are inside the squared circle, Ruby! He's matching Thade blow for blow! Ryder shrugs off the ref's warnings and lunges forward, going to grab Thade for what could be another headbutt... but she explodes from her prone position in the ropes and connects with thunderous kicks to the legs of The Blade! In fluid transition, she shifts to kicks to his gut now as he too is winded and falls to a knee! The crowd on hand in an uproar over the battle of fisticuffs that has developed early on in the bout! Ruby Parvati: It looks like Sanity's Mistress just won that exchange! Those kicks are lethal! Before Ryder can recover, Thade nails him right between the eyes with a beautiful spinning back kick as he crashes to the mat! Joanna quickly makes the cover! 1... 2... NO! KICKOUT! Ruby Parvati: Close, but no cigar. Axel Reid: Well kicking out of pin attempts can also wear you down in the long run. Ruby Parvati: Thank you for enlightening me. I would have never known something so blatantly obvious. Axel Reid: (under his breath) Could have fooled me... Ruby Parvati: You say something, Axel? Axel Reid: Joanna stomping away at her downed opponent! Ruthless aggression! Ruby Parvati: That's what I thought. During their back and forth, Joanna has nearly stomped her opponent right through the canvas. She peels Blade up and slingshots him into the ropes and darts in right behind him... Just as Blade bounces off the ropes, he's caught in the gut with another spinning back kick! He stumbles back and then falls through the ropes... But springs back into the ring and turns Joanna Thade inside out with a huge clothesline! Axel Reid: What a spectacular move off the rebound!! Ruby Parvati: How is her head still attached to her body?! Blade makes the most of the shift in momentum by going for a lateral press of his own! 1... 2... KICKOUT!! Ruby Parvati: Still much too soon, Axel. But even so, this is testament to how much each combatant wants to walk out of here with the victory! Ryder continues to taunt Joanna by mockingly shouting "Chaos, Chaos, Chaos!". He brings her to her feet and then quickly moves behind, setting her up and dropping her to the mat with an Inverted DDT! Her head bounces off the canvas, akin to a basketball hitting the hard wood as Blade makes a rather nonchalant pin attempt this time! 1... 2... THADE GETS A SHOULDER UP! Axel Reid: So there's still some fight in her after all, Ruby. But she definitely looks more than just winded now! That Rebound Clothesline really cleaned her clock! Ruby Parvati: Yeah, but she's also a tough cookie to crumble. Blade better hit her with everything that isn't bolted down if he plans on winning this match! Axel Reid: Hey now... word on the street is the man's trying to go legit. The Blademeister grabs a handful of locks once more as this time he sets her up in a seated position against the nearest bottom turnbuckle. He then runs to the opposite end of the ring. Ruby Parvati: She's about to get up, close, and personal with the family jewels! Axel Reid: Yeah but if it misses, Blade's gonna be a lot worse off! He runs straight at Thade, who is just coming to her senses... AND CONNECTS WITH THE LOW RYDER! The crowd erupts at the somewhat raunchy move, watching each impact force Joanna's head back. Eventually, Blade dismounts as his foe crumples to the mat, panting heavily. He grabs hold of her legs and drags her into the middle of the ring before making yet another pin! This time grabbing both legs for added leverage! 1... 2... 3??? NO! JOANNA KICKS OUT JUST BEFORE THREE!! Axel Reid: She kicked out purely on instinct!! Ruby Parvati: That woman scares the daylights out of me, but you can't deny how resilient she is! Axel Reid: And look at this! Blade is visibly frustrated! Ryder protests to the ref that a slow count was made, but the official is having none of it. Blade waves him off and slowly gets back to a vertical base, now looming over Joanna Thade who doesn't look so hot at the moment. He begins to kick her, but in a toying fashion. Almost as if he's taunting Sanity's Mistress once again. He delivers a second kick, this one with a bit more force as it slams into her abdomen. Causing her to roll away and grimace in pain... but oddly enough, a sadistic grin appears on her face. Ruby Parvati: She is... smiling?! He could have broken your ribs, woman! This is no time to be happy! Axel Reid: What's that age old saying? Pain is pleasure for some? Ruby Parvati: Well no kidding! Just look at that expression on her face! Unaware of what is slowly coming to the light, Blade nails Joanna with a third kick which sends her into the ropes. He laughs and points as Thade grabs hold of the middle rope and begins to pull herself up. All the while, the grin on her face appearing to grow larger. Ryder goes for yet another kick, this one aimed at her stomach... BUT SHE CATCHES HIS FOOT! Axel Reid: She was luring him in all along! Ryder begins to hobble on his remaining leg, trying to maintain balance... when suddenly, Joanna drives her foot into his throat and grabs hold of his left arm... falling backwards onto the canvas and causing Ryder's jawline to be planted against the bottom of her boot!! Ruby Parvati: Jaw Dropper!! That could be all she wrote! Blade's head rocks back as he wobbles and then stumbles into the corner. Joanna rests on her knees... that sadistic grin now transformed into a full blown smile... when out of nowhere, she lets out a cry that would most definitely shatter the thickest of glass. Axel Reid: Now he's gone and done it! Thade has officially lost her marbles! Ruby Parvati: Hardly... she woke up! Warchild zips from one end of the ring to the other in a heart beat, leaping into the air and nailing Blade right in the face with a knee!! This is quickly transitioned into a head lock before her feet ever touch the mat! She runs out into the center of the ring, maintaining her grip around Blade's neck as she drives him to the mat with a running bulldog!! Axel Reid: What a knee! What a bulldog! Ruby Parvati: What a... match? Axel Reid: Yes, that too of course! Thade hooks the leg as the ref drops to his knees and slaps the mat. 1... 2... BLADE KICKS OUT! Axel Reid: My God that was close! Ruby Parvati: Yeah, maybe. But the tides have completely turned now. Thade gets to her feet and begins to skip around the downed Blade, laughing maniacally before pausing at his side. She slowly turns, now with her back facing her opponent before leaping into the air and then crash landing on Ryder with a beautiful Standing Moonsault!! Ruby Parvati: What a Moonsault! Axel Reid: I'm amazed at how long she stayed airborne, from a standing position no less! Joanna remains on top of Blade as the ref makes another count. 1... 2... Three? NO! RYDER BARELY KICKS OUT!! Axel Reid: I thought for sure that was it! Ruby Parvati: It ain't over until the fat lady sings... and right now, it doesn't look like she's anywhere to be found, Axel. Axel Reid: Well, I wouldn't be so... Ruby Parvati: Don't. You. Dare. Joanna pushes off Blade and sits beside him, breathing heavily as Ryder remains belly up on the canvas, holding his abdomen in pain. Joanna lets out another cry, this time, followed by a brief smattering of laughter. She then rises to her feet and gestures for Blade to get up as well. Ruby Parvati: This could be the beginning of the end for The Blade! Axel Reid: If she hits the EST, I don't care who you are... nobody gets up from that! Ryder gradually makes it back to his feet as Joanna wraps her arm around his throat and begins to lean him back... BUT OF NOWHERE IT'S COUNTERED INTO A BACKSLIDE BY RYDER! Axel Reid: Wait a minute! 1... Ruby Parvati: What?! 2... 3??? DING! DING! DING! Axel Reid: No way did that just happen!! Ruby Parvati: I thought for sure that troll was about to get what he's been deserving of for a long time!! Axel Reid: He countered her finishing move at the last possible second, using his size advantage, into a pinning predicament... and it paid off! Ruby Parvati: Holy crap! Jerry Heisenberg: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of this match via pin fall... RYDER... BLADE!!! Ryder slithers out of the ring to a chorus of boos from the audience on hand. Holding his gut with one hand while raising his free arm with an all knowing smirk on his face. Meanwhile, back in the ring... Thade is sitting on her knees, glaring at Ryder with that same sadistic grin on her face. Axel Reid: Something tells me we haven't seen the last fight between these two. Just look at the daggers being stared at Ryder Blade from one Joanna Thade!! Blink 182's "What's my Age Again" hits the speaker system as Blade showboats his way up the ramp and eventually disappears... as the last image we see is of Emma and Joanna in the ring, looking none too pleased about the outcome of the match. |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 13:22:10 GMT -6
The Punisher Gets Punished Axel Reid: What a show it’s been so far, Ruby... Ruby Parvati: You can tell that tonight, everyone is working that much harder to impress in hopes that they will be able to make it onto the Fate of the Gods card. Suddenly “Live For This” by Hatebreed blasts out of the PA system and the fans boo heavily as “The Punisher” Matt Robinson walks out onto the stage with his trademark smirk and slow, methodical walk down the ramp. Axel Reid: This man has some nerve showing up here this evening after what he did to Owen Gonsalves at Breakthrough 45, Ruby. Ruby Parvati: Maybe so, but just like I said back then...are you going to stop him? Robinson, who is dressed in a pair of black boots, a pair of light blue denim jeans, his black “Breaking Necks, Ending Careers” T-shirt and a black leather biker jacket, reaches the ring and hops up onto the apron before climbing through the ropes. Axel Reid: It amazes me how little remorse and care this man has for anyone in this company, unless they’re a member of The Orphanage. Ruby Parvati: He’s a loyal man, Axel. He’s loyal to his brothers-in-arms and to his Queen. Snatching the microphone from Heisenberg’s grasp, the ring announcer makes a swift exit as “Live For This” fades out. Robinson just stands there, waiting for the fans booing to quieten down before he begins to speak. Matt Robinson: You know...no matter how many times I send these messages...none of the idiots in the back seem to grasp it! Pacing the ring a little, he strokes the top of his head before lightly scratching his beard. Matt Robinson: If you mess with me...if you mess with my brothers...if you mess with my Queen! You’re going...to get...punished! Once again, that sick smirk appears on his face as he slowly cracks his neck from left to right. Matt Robinson: At Breakthrough 45, I injured...and possibly ended the career of another one of your pathetic heroes...a man that stuck his nose into my business. Owen...Gonsalves! The fans cheer at the sound of Gonsalves’ name which causes Robinson to burst out laughing. Matt Robinson: Cheer all you want! He’s not here tonight! Nor will he be here for a very...very long time! Because of me... Pointing to himself, he nods as the fans once again, boo him heavily. Matt Robinson: Now, I know that there’s been a lot of speculation going around that because of what I did to Owen at Breakthrough 45, that management have had it with my violent tendencies...and that I’m going to suffer consequences for my actions. He stuffs his free hand into his trouser pocket and chuckles a little, shaking his head. Matt Robinson: How many times do I have to tell you all? I don’t suffer consequences for my actions here! I do whatever I damn well want, because I can! I don’t NEED VoW! VoW...needs...ME! Taking his hand back out of his pocket, he turns to the stage with a huge, confident smile on his face. Matt Robinson: So then...if I’m going to apparently “suffer the consequences”...how about one of you pencil pushing suits come on out here to deliver my punishment! Resting his arms against the top rope, he stares at the stage, awaiting the arrival of one of the members of staff, however nobody appears. Chuckling again, Robinson pushes himself off the ropes and turns his attention back to the crowd. Matt Robinson: See what I mean? I am untouchable here! I am a Wrestling God! And VoW needs me-- A keyboard sounds through the arena with a drum-kit beating behind it. “Yeeeeeaaa-aaaaaaaahhh” “Hope” by We Came As Romans goes full blast as Ryan Omega steps out from the tunnel in a three piece suit. Axel Reid: Here he is, VoW's director of EHS. Ryan Omega. He is here in the home of this promotion, live in St. Paul! Ruby Parvati: Usually he tries meddling in things that should be left alone. Why is he coming out here? Omega slowly strolls down to the ring with a microphone in hand. He takes in the cheers as he ascends the steel ring steps. The music cuts as he begins to speak while stepping in the ring. Ryan Omega: Matthew Robinson, my old buddy. It has been a long time no see. Looking good. Have you been working out harder? Look, as much as I want to catch up and talk about the old days. I couldn't help but notice you extend a somewhat hostile invitation to any body on VoW management. May I ask, are you itching to air some grievances? Omega lowers his mic and holds his hands together in front of his belt buckle. Matt Robinson: As a matter of fact, Ryan...now you ask...yeah, I am itching to air some grievances. VoW has gone soft! You lot are getting all antsy about the amount of unnecessary violence that takes place here! The big wigs at the top that nobody ever sees are getting their panties in a twist over losing sponsors because of this unnecessary violence... Robinson shakes head a little, chuckling. Matt Robinson: Listen, you know who I am...you know that I am the biggest draw this company has. I put NWA on the map, I’m a record five-time NWA World Champion, the companies first ever Grand Slam Champion and a two-time NWA Hall of Famer. This aint ballet Ryan, violence is a given in this industry, and because this company has someone such as myself on their roster, we don’t need pathetic sponsors that get upset over this unnecessary violence! Omega just nods his head, taking in Robinson's rage. Ryan Omega: Actually, NWA is the past, this is VoW. Do you know what VoW was founded on? The principles of athleticism and sportsmanship. This is not a fight club, this is a company that produces the best damn product in the SPORT of professional wrestling. Do people get hurt? It comes with the territory, but we didn't go soft Matt. You became a ba<BLEEP>ard. The Matt Robinson I remember, loved the sport of professional wrestling. He only got violent when necessary, but this Matt Robinson? How dare you intentionally try to stop people like Owen Gonsalves from feeding their families and act like the victim? You had morals and a code, but you sold out. The crowd starts chanting tauntingly at Robinson "You sold out!" Axel Reid: It’s about time someone actually stood up to Robinson like this. Ruby Parvati: If Mr Omega isn’t careful, he’ll end up where Owen is right now. Robinson looks out to the fans in attendance who are still going with their chant and he just laughs, shaking his head. Matt Robinson: You’re wrong, Ryan. I didn’t sell out...I just realized that these fans don’t deserve anything from me because they’re all liars! They just dropped me like a bad habit because they didn’t approve of what I did to their pathetic heroes! I’m just being honest, unlike people such as Owen Gonsalves, Tyler Storm...or that dyke I used to call my wife and her pathetic little puppy! He paces back and forth in front of Omega. Matt Robinson: I do still love professional wrestling, I just go about it a different way now. And it’s just too much for you all...because you’re all weak and pathetic! You used to be a legend yourself, Ryan...you were known for being involved in some of the most brutal matches anyone had ever seen! But now look at you? Pointing to Omega, he scoffs. Matt Robinson: You’re just a shell of the man you once were...how about I just put you out of your misery for good and do to you what I’ve done to so many so-called Visionaries... Omega just smiles. Ryan Omega: My career as a wrestler is over...medical retirement. Have I gone soft? No, I am standing up to you right this moment and telling you how it is. I will do anything in my power to stop hard working wrestlers from ending up like me. You're right, I was an ultraviolent legend, but where did it get me? Nowhere. I don't regret putting on spectacles, but I regret not focusing on wrestling safe, like a sportsman. If this is all you need, please leave the ring. Stuffing his left hand into his pocket, Robinson again smirks before getting right into Omega’s face. Matt Robinson: So that’s it, is it? This is managements big plan to punish me? To have a washed up hack give me a telling off? It’s just like I said...VoW NEEDS me...so none of you have the balls to actually do anything about the things I’ve done! Chuckling, Robinson drops the microphone and makes his way over to the ropes, ready to leave the ring. Ryan Omega: Wait...one more thing, I can't believe it slipped my mind. Might have been the nice guy in me. But you're right I need to be harder...so effective immediately, you are banned from Fate of the Gods. You are banned from the Xcel Energy Center that night...thank you, good night, pip pip cheerio, good sir. The fans cheer wildly at the sound of this as Robinson slowly turns his attention back to Omega, a look of rage in his eyes. Axel Reid: About damn time! So much for being untouchable! Ruby Parvati: This isn’t right! How can Mr Omega ban VoW’s biggest star from appearing at the companies biggest event of the year!?!? Robinson lunges towards Omega and grabs him by the scruff of his neck, causing Omega’s microphone to pick up what The Punisher is saying. Matt Robinson: You son of a bitch! You can’t do that too me! I’m the biggest damn wrestler this company has, damn it! Ryan Omega: If you don’t take your damn hands off me, I’ll be forced to have you escorted from the building tonight! Matt Robinson: Do it! I dare you! Ryan Omega: Okay, then. SECURITY!!! Suddenly, from the back, several members of security make their way out onto the stage and quickly down the ramp. Axel Reid: And here comes security... Ruby Parvati: This is ridiculous! The security enter the ring and quickly restrain Robinson and then begin to drag him out of the ring as Omega straightens up his tie and blazer. Axel Reid: Well, finally Robinson has been dealt with accordingly... Ruby Parvati: I may not bother showing up to Fate of the Gods if Matt isn’t there. Robinson yells obscenities towards Omega as security drag him through the curtain to the back as we cut elsewhere... |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 13:24:03 GMT -6
Words From the Disaster Backstage… The camera shifts into the locker room, where Maxwell Soloke is finishing up with getting his wrestling and entrance attire on, which wasn’t much. Everything was black in his attire from the fedore and coat he would wear to the ring, straight down to the sweatpants, kickpads, and boots. There was only a trim or stripe of color on each of his clothing, based on what he feels like showing off. If it were for championships, he’d wear his outfits with a bit of gold. If it’s a grudge match, it’s red. If it were the month of June, he’d adorn himself in rainbows. But for today, it’s a simple strip of purple, his favorite color. He gets up from his bench and looks in the mirror one last time whilst turning to make sure everything is in place. As he does so, Darius Yates comes into the room with a microphone in hand. Darius Yates: Max? Hey, it’s Darius. Welcome back to VOW. Think I could ask some questions before you go on for your match? Max turns his head to look back at the interviewer before giving him a smile. He walks over to him with a nod. Darius Yates: Well, first off, again, welcome back. Now, your last match in the company was with Patrick Jones, which is funny because he is your opponent tonight as well. Thoughts? Maxwell Soloke: I’m excited to face him again, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. There’s one other person in this match. A former champion, as well! Darius Yates: Looks like you’ve done your research to a degree. Care to elaborate? Maxwell Soloke: Datura. A very strong showing individual who has the prospect of being something great. But, two losses on her debut record do not bode well for her. Maxwell Soloke: You see, both of them have something to prove tonight, Darius. They need to prove they’ve still got the drive to kick it in this ring. They need to prove they can break a losing streak. Darius Yates: What about you, Max? Do you have anything to prove tonight? Maxwell Soloke: Not… entirely. A win's a win and a loss is a loss for me right now. I’m not anything special to this company except for an old and not really well known face. Next event is THE EVENT. Fate of the Gods. I’ve got nothing going for me. Even if I were to win this match, let’s face it, I’m going to get thrown into a pre-show battle royale I might lose. And you know what? I’m fine with that. I may not be entirely rusty when it comes to wrestling, but I sure as hell rusty when it comes to dealing with the talent here. I fully believe I’m going to lose this match. You know what? That’s perfectly fine. I’m already at the bottom, basically. A loss won’t kill my career. Dust myself off and keep climbing. It’s as simply as that. Max passes Darius on his way out the door. Maxwell Soloke: So for now, I’m going to do what I do best. Give them Hell. I hear the introductions being started, so I best get a move on. With that, Max sprinted by towards the curtain... |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 13:31:23 GMT -6
Triple Threat
Patrick Jones Vs. Maxwell Soloke Vs. Datura Axel Reid: And welcome back here to ringside as we prepare for a great triple threat match coming your way now! The arena turns black. On the screen, scenes of post-apocalyptic landscapes haunt the darkness. Over the speakers an eerie synth-pad sets the mood as a deep, raspy voice begins speaking. “The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides and a dark wind blows. The government is corrupt and we're on so many drugs with the radio on and the curtains drawn. We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine and the machine is bleeding to death. The sun has fallen down and the billboards are all leering and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles. A chorus of string instruments begins to play a melancholic tune as a pale spotlight rushes to the top of the stage. There, it falls on Datura, dressed in a pair of tight dark jeans and a black hoodie. She stops at the top of the ramp and stares out into the darkness of the crowd and the sea of boos that flood from it. Jerry Heisenberg: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tampa, Florida...Datura! Axel Reid: And here comes Datura who is on a hot streak since her arrival in VoW, cashing in some big victories for herself and solidifying a name for herself that will certainly open up opportunities past Fate of the Gods. Ruby Parvati: This woman is one of the few talents recently joining onto VoW that I think is meant to be a main event fighter as soon as possible! Zero questions, shut up Axel. Axel Reid: A little rude much but she is certainly one of our great talents here so far in the recent weeks. It went like this: The buildings tumbled in on themselves, mothers clutching babies, picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards everything washed in a thin orange haze.” Elizabeth makes her way down the ramp. The silhouette of hands reaching out to grab her can be seen on the outskirts of the spotlight. Datura ignores them as she makes her way to the steps. “I said: "kiss me, you're beautiful - these are truly the last days. You grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever." The strings slow. Datura trudges up the stairs and stands on the apron. She cracks her neck and under the top rope. She makes her way to the corner of the ring and places her hands on each side. She unzips her hoodie, slides it off, and averts her gaze to the sky. As her music fades, the drums begin to beat, and fires begin to erupt from the stage gently. You can set yourself on fire You can set yourself on fire As the fires begin to die down, the crowd begins to cheer as Max Soloke is standing in the middle of the stage in his attire with a cane to his head. As the lyrics of P@TD's "Crazy=Genius" plays out, he mouths the words and pantomimes to the crowd sitting in the front row. Smooth in every step, almost mimicking tap-dancing to the beat of the song, he makes his way to the ring up until the chorus. Jerry Heisenberg: And her opponents, first, from Bexley, Ohio, he is The Perfect Disaster...Maxwell Soloke! Axel Reid: And look who we get to welcome back to a VoW ring, Maxwell Soloke has returned home! Ruby Parvati: As much as it pains me to say it, gotta welcome him back, but he got put with the wrong woman tonight if he expected his first night back to be easy. He slips into the ring and mouths into the cane with both hands holding tightly over it, as if he was a rockstar playing out a power ballad. And I said Hey ay ay, hey ay if crazy equals genius Hey ay ay, hey ay if crazy equals genius The stages explodes in flames and pyrotechnics now to the lyrics. He turns his attention to the Datura with a smirk on his lips. Then I'm a fucking arsonist I'm a rocket scientist Hey ay ay If crazy equals genius He leans back against his turnbuckle with his arms crossed, his cane against his chest. His eyes are affixed at his opponent with a slightly evil smirk as the fires grow and grow. You can set yourself on fire But you're never gonna burn, burn, burn You can set yourself on fire But you're never gonna learn, learn, learn Hey! One final pop follows the hey as the crowd resumes their ovation of Soloke whilst his theme song plays quieter in the background now. He bows to them, happy that they appreciated his showing. He puts the cane down in his corner and stares down Datura as he awaits PJ’s entrance. His smirk dies into a glare as his focus turns from pleasing the crowd to his match and his opponents. “I Won't Back Down” by Burn Halo fills the arena. After a few seconds, Jones bursts onto the stage with a surge of energy. At the top of the ramp, he drops to a knee with a big, over-handed fist pump. Patrick takes a moment to enjoy the cheers around him and collect his thoughts before hopping to his feet. Jerry Heisenberg: And finally, from Louisville, Kentucky...Patrick Jones! Axel Reid: And Patrick Jones tonight will be looking to find that charisma again and shake off these recent woes of his that seem to continue haunting him. Ruby Parvati: It’s kind of sad seeing PJ not finding his stride despite putting up such great efforts in these matches. Maybe he needs to work on making that superkick more effective, turn it into a knockout blow. He jogs down the ramp, talking to and high-fiving fans, trying to get them as pumped up and ready to go as he is. Jones goes straight from the ramp and jumps onto the ring apron before ducking through the second and third rope, spinning a full circle as he looks out into the crowd and his music dies down. Right as he settles down in his corner, the referee signals for the bell. DING DING DING! Axel Reid: And we are underway! As the bell rings, all three competitors square up to each other, PJ and Datura getting face to face after a moment with each other. Datura slaps PJ and smirks, but PJ retaliated with a takedown before Max gets involved and goes after PJ with a series of stomps. Datura, now back on her feet, and Max both stomp PJ into the corner until Datura shoves away Max and chokes PJ in the ropes. Max attempts to get back in the fray, but is shoved away again by Datura who then delivers a chop to PJ in the corner and sends him hard to the opposite corner. Max finally finds himself a spot, taking over with chops on PJ until Datura catches Max off guard with a clothesline. Axel Reid: No wasted motion here as it seems Max and Datura are trying to focus on eliminating PJ from this contest early on. Ruby Parvati: Could be seeing him as a threat, and making this a one on one quickly will make things easier in the long run. Axel Reid: Good point there Ruby, as common sense would dictate. Ruby Parvati: Did...did you just backsass me? Back to the action, Datura nails a back elbow on PJ and then a pair of elbow drops. However before Datura can realize, Max has charged from out of nowhere and hits a drop kick that sends Datura flying over the top rope and out of the ring. With her out of the way, back inside the ring Max takes over with PJ by hitting a hip toss takedown followed by stomps in the corner before dragging PJ out to the center of the ring and going for a pin. ONE! . . . TWO! . . KICKOUT! Ruby Parvati: Maxie almost put it away here early. Axel Reid: You said it Ruby, those stomps of his were landing very nicely and the hip toss could have really helped matters if he hit it with just a bit more force. Max is frustrated with the two count, and picking PJ up he gets caught off guard as PJ drop toeholds him into the corner and attempts for a running knee strike to follow, but Max jumps over him and connects with a tornado DDT, sending PJ flying to the outside of the ring. Meanwhile Datura has re-entered the ring, and hits a reverse elbow on Max and then a vertical suplex followed by a baseball slide dropkick. Axel Reid: And Datura back in this thing as she is scrambling to gain full control of this match once again! Max gets back up to his feet, dodging a clothesline from Datura to hit a snapmare and lock in a rear naked choke on her, but she quickly fights to her feet. Max then goes for and connects with a shoulder block, but Datura comes back and counters this time with a hip toss. Datura with the upper hand lands a kick to Max that sends him into the ropes for a perfect setup into a hotshot over the ropes. Datura slides back in, waiting for Max to rise back to his feet before connecting on a low dropkick to the jaw, but using a bit of smarts Max attempts an ankle lock. Datura however manages to kick him off before falling down and hitting with a devastating elbow drop before a pin attempt. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . KICKOUT! Ruby Parvati: Oh come on ref, that was a clear three! Axel Reid: Not quite Ruby, close but no cigar as the two are absolutely pummeling each other trying to find the right advantage. Ruby Parvati: Well, personally I disagree Axel. However gotta hand it to Maxie, he is showing a great bit of energy in his first match back with VoW. Axel Reid: Indeed, hopefully this will not be a one trick event for the returning Soloke! Datura frustratingly pounds at the ground, thinking she had the clear pinfall, but the referee indicates otherwise as he motions to her that it was indeed a 2 count. Now getting a sense of urgency to end this, Datura stands to her feet and motions up for Maxwell to stand, but is not given to chance as PJ re-enters the matchup. Fired up, PJ connects to the back of Datura’s head with an elbow strike, sending her stumbling to rebound off the ropes which allows PJ enough time to rear back and connect with a nice Zoned Out superkick, sending her to the flying over the ropes again and out of the ring. Axel Reid: PJ with that devastating superkick! That sent Datura flying and may have allowed PJ and Max a chance to finish this thing off with the very strong competitor taken out of it! PJ distracts himself enough with that conflict with Datura to allow Max to slide his way back around and send him down hard with a spear. Once down, Max sees the moment with the crowd on their feet, backing up to the corner and catching his breath with PJ down and out on the ground. Rallying the crowd behind him, he begins to stomp on the mat... One stomp outward. One stomp outward. One stomp inward. One stomp inward. One stomp to the left, one to the right. One to the left, one to the right. One to the upper left, one to the lower right And a final stomp in the middle of his 'controller'. As his opponent stirs, he keeps punching in the code before Max, as well as the crowd finally shouts out: "GAME! OVER!" Axel Reid: Konami Code locked in and Max is ready to end it! Ruby Parvati: F(BLEEP)ing nerds... Max lines up, rearing up to hit the Perfect Disaster, but with another timely distraction, Datura slides in and catches Max on the run, sending him flying back into the corner with a Lady Death belly to belly suplex, then turning back around and landing a savage looking Fever Dream to send down PJ as Max rolls out of the ring and Datura goes for the pin. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!!! DING DING DING!!! Jerry Heisenberg: Here is your winner...Datura! Axel Reid: Talk about finishes, Datura seizes distraction, the trend this match ended on, and hits a combo breaker with the Lady Death and Fever Dream to get the one, two, three pinfall victory! Ruby Parvati: What did I tell ya Axel, this gal is the future! The stock keeps rising, and the cream is reaching to top! Axel Reid: And with that folks we will take a short break and return to you with some more VoW Breakthrough right after this, don’t miss a moment! |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 13:45:36 GMT -6
The Fist is coming The cameras cut to the back as Zelda Lawson is standing beside Valerie Beasley. The two ladies are chatting among themselves while keeping their conversation away from the audio. Zelda's cameraman gives her the signal as she nods her head. Zelda Storm: Valerie, thank you agreeing to talk to me. Valerie Beasley: It's no problem Zellie. Zelda giggles while trying to keep it professional. Zelda Storm: Val, what is your take on this challenge that .Paak and her manager has requested at Fate of the Gods? Valerie takes a moment to let out a soft sigh while circling her head around on her shoulders. Valerie Beasley: I have no idea Zelda. I get it. Paak wants a true challenger but why target me? What truly makes me so special? Zelda shrugs her shoulder while trying to figure that out herself. Zelda Storm: I have no idea. I still haven't figured her out. It's almost as if her manager is trying to get inside your head. He claims that you aren't the challenge that they thought. What are your reactions to that? Valerie cocks her head to the side while widening her eyes. Valerie Beasley: Did he really say that or is he just being a reclusive bastard? I know Paak doesn't know very much English but I would hope she had a brain inside that skull of hers. I was hoping she could make a decision for herself. Why am I the magnet for those who are controlled by someone else? If Paak wants a fight then she's got it. However we played by her rules last time. This time around we play by mine. Zelda seems to be intrigued as she turns to look at Valerie. Zelda Storm: What are you suggesting? Valerie smiles. Valerie Beasley: Paak wants to face me right. She wants to get inside the ring with a true fighter. Well, if she can muster up some courage then I got something up my sleeve. Zelda smiles while shaking her head. Zelda: Well, what do you got in mind? Valerie keeps her smile while placing a hand on Zelda's shoulder in a friendly manner. Valerie Beasley: Let's just say The Fist is coming to Fate of the Gods. Valerie gives a soft kiss to Zelda's cheek before walking out of the shot. Zelda can be seen scratching her head as the camera cuts out. |
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Post by the Unsound Sky on May 29, 2016 14:01:28 GMT -6
6 or 7 Shots Can F*ck You Up Bro The scene transitions to a nearby part of the backstage area, our view on the ground as we seem to be following swift but nearly silent footsteps. The camera's view trails upward as we keep behind this person, and the first thing that comes into sight are a set of bare feet, nails painted neon green with little pandas decorating them. We continue upward to see the typical wrestling attire of the one and only Elskerinne. She looks a bit beat up after her match with Zahara, but there seems to be a fire in her eyes still blazing... We turn a corner with Elsky, only to slow along with her as a certain couple comes into view. Tyler Storm has met his wife Zelda where she and Valerie had been standing and are now hovering there in the hallway, cups in hand, as they chat quietly amongst themselves. A serious gaze plays upon Tyler's face and it doesn't fade even as E walks up to him, a strange look on her face... Elskerinne: Hey... Tyler... Tyler Storm: Oh hey, look who's still up walking. Nice match out there Elsky, not that it was an unexpected thing to see from two great competitors like you and Zoe. Zelda Lawson: Yeah, very excellent job Elsky! We go from a view of these two back to Elskerinne to see a slight blush creep up, before her lower lip starts trembling slightly. She shakes her head, as if trying to push away the emotion as she takes a deep, shaky breath. Elskerinne: Thank you. I knew Zahara would be a challenge I couldn't handle right now, but didn't expect to feel THIS winded. Ready to get back to my hotel ASAP for some sleep. She rubs the back of her neck, a slight smile crossing her lips before she trails her eyes back up to the two with a sheepish gaze... Elskerinne: I just... wanted to catch you guys since I heard you were here. I know things went down on Twitter... and right now it's really hard to explain exactly why and how and all that. But... She pauses, struggling to find the proper words... Elskerinne: ... I just wanted to make sure you two, especially you Ty, knew that I would never direct anything that was said during that debacle... at you. You two are part of the less than handful of people who have made me feel like... I dunno, like I actually have some kind of 'home'... and I... and... She seems to really be struggling now, rambling and stuttering slightly, fists shaking at her sides as she stares weakly at the floor. After a second, she just stops talking and glares away in frustration... Tyler Storm: I think I get what you are saying...hey Zel, mind giving us a moment to talk? Zelda Lawson: Sure babe, go ahead. Zelda gives Tyler a quick kiss then steps away as Tyler places a hand on Elskerinne's shoulder. Tyler Storm: I certainly have noticed the tweets recently, I actually was gonna ask you about them when I had the chance. While I am never one to agree to negative attitudes, trust me when I say I never felt any of that directed at me. I have hoped I've done exactly as you said and given you a reason for this place to feel like home. He rubs gently at her shoulder and smiles. Tyler Storm: Trust me when I say, we are good, and the worst thing you are ever gonna expect from me is just a few bruises when we meet up at Fate of the Gods. Elskerinne manages a smirk now as she offers him a sideways glance. Elskerinne: Oh yeah? So you sent your wife away to flirt with me now? The smirk grows as she puts her hands up. Elskerinne: I kid I kid. But seriously, I'll... explain more about the Twitter BS later on. We have something more important to focus on... like giving the fans a HELLUVA showing at Fate of the Gods. With a firm nod, E playfully smacks Ty on the back. Tyler Storm: Y-yeah, definitely! Even though it was only a playful smack, Tyler cringes rather hard to it as he grabs Elsky's hand and shakily pulls it back to her side and pats it. Tyler Storm: I plan on giving it all I got for this match, considering this show basically signifies my 1 year anniversary with the company. I wanna make sure I give those fans a big thank you for how amazing this year has been, and I certainly chose a good dance partner to make sure that thank you is indeed big. Elskerinne: And I'll make sure to help make your 1 year anniversary one that everyone remembers. She flashes a kind smile toward the man, though a thoughtful look had crossed her features for a brief moment, which she brushes off. Tyler Storm: Well hey, in the end just remember, all respect aside once that bell rings, because my goal is gonna be to do everything that I can to kick your head in. Of course, I'd expect the same from you, but that's what we gotta do in this business. He playfully taps Elsky's shoulder with his fist, smirking as he does so while still showing a slight bit of pain from the tap on the back. She glances him over once, an uneasy gaze about her for a brief second, before her lips twist into a mischievous grin and she lifts a fist. Elskerinne: I look forward to smashing your pretty face in. Just don't sick Zelda on me. She scares me more than anyone in this business... Tyler Storm: To be fair, I don't think you are the only one, considering with Zel you have to be very careful with watching your butt when she is around. A small chuckle from Tyler as he places his cheek against Elsky's fist and smiles. Tyler Storm: Yeah, I think I'll be able to take about 6, maybe 7 shots to the face there. That probably all depends on if the previous broken nose Scarlet Flint gave me a while back doesn't re-fracture. But hey, no more and no less and I'll be satisfied. Is that cool? Elskerinne: Well 6 is my favorite number. So I'll only pop ya in the face half a dozen times. Everywhere else? No promises~ Either way... what I look forward to the most is shaking your hand to the noise of the fans cheering, after we show 'em an awesome match. I expect you at your best... so get some much needed rest, hon. She pauses, thinking for a moment, before grinning toward the man and offering a wink. Elskerinne: You'll need it. Tyler Storm: Same to you hun. I know you've been tested a good bit, but Tyler Storm ain't gonna be just another normal test. I'm the final exam. Elskerinne: That's so f-bleep!-ing corny... I love it! I'll make sure to 'ace the test' then. Or at least get a passing grade... She sticks her tongue out playfully, before noticing a vibration in her pocket. Pulling out her phone, she eyeballs the message she just received, then calmly puts the cell away and lifts her bright blue eyes to his. Elskerinne: It's been a pleasure talking to ya, but I've gotta jet. Next time we meet... it'll be in the ring. Let's bring this full circle then. She wiggles her fingers at Tyler, before whirling and scurrying off in that same brisk yet somehow still silent walk. Tyler nods and walks off as well, a little limp to his movements as the scene fades... |
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