(3/05/18) Revolution Results

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The Land of Chocolate by Alf Clausen plays over the PA as The Cereal Man comes out with a bag full of boxes of Fruity Pebbles. He starts throwing Cereal Boxes at people aggresively and offering them to the fans closest to the ramp. He aggresively grabs one fans mouth shoves one Cereal down his throat before moving on. He jumps into the ring and downs some Cereal as the crowd boo.

Billy: 201 Championship on the line! Here comes The Cereal Man!

Slim Thugs "Chuuch" hits and as Joel Osteen preaches the Actiontron shows flashes of exorcisms done by Jay and the entrance ramp feels with thick white fog then when the music hits the ramp lights up revealing the Priest with a bible and a cross. He methodically walks down the ramp holding the cross up high and kissing the bible. He walks up the steps pausing to look around at the cheering crowd then enters the ring handing he cross and the bible over to the referee as you can see on his face he is telling him to be careful with both. He walks to his corner leaning against the turnbuckles waiting on his opponent.

Chris Avery: Frost has been close to beating the Champion, but did get rolled up last week in a quick pin fall but he's shrugged it off and has moved forward!

Pretty Good at Drinking Beer plays over the PA system as KEG makes his way out. He staggers around the floor, trying to find the entrance ramp, but realizes there isn't one. He then walks over to the front row of seats and sits down, grabbing a fans beer and draining the entire bottle. The fans around him cheer and pose for the camera as the time keeper now motions at KEG to get in the ring. In his inebriated state, KEG thought he was there to watch a match, not participate in one. But he finally rolls into the ring and pulls himself up with the ropes assistance as the bell sounds.

Billy: KEG making his way to the ring!

Chris Avery: Been in and out of action lately but has a prime opportunity to grab some gold right now!

The arena goes quiet as “Congratulations” by Post Malone starts to play and a chorus of boos rings out throughout the crowd and Wesley walks out onto the stage, a smug, overconfident grin plastered on his smarmy face. He walks down the ramp, 201 Championship around his waist, pretending not to hear the rain of displeasure from the hot ass crowd.

Billy: And our Champion is in the ring and theres the bell!

As soon as that bell does sound Wesley hits his back on the ring and rolls right out of the ring and takes the Championship back from an official and holds it over his head. Keg hits a kick on Cereal, then Frost hits a blow to the back of the head of Keg. Cereal throws a strike at Frost and Keg then hits a punch on Frost but Cereal ducks Kegs kick and goes to hit Frost but Frost catches it and throws it into Keg, then Cereal breaks from Frosts hold and tries another strike but Keg blocks it and it's just a fucking madhouse of three way strikes and kicks.

Chris Avery: Wesley should get back in there, and get in on the action!

Wesley continues hanging out and now puts the Championship on the announcers table and turns around, Frost comes flying over the top rope and crashes down on Wesley! Crowd cheers. Frost and Wesley get to their feet and Keg is on the apron, he springboards up and mooonsaults off the top rope to the outside and crashes down on Frost and Wesley! Crowd pops again! The three of them get up and Cereal Man is taunting with the crowd supporting him. Cereal bounces off the ropes and runs towards them, he stops at the ropes, climbs through the ropes, faces the three men on the outside and jumps hitting a crossbody on all three! All four men crash down.

Billy: Unorthodox style from Cereal!

Chris Avery: The four men are getting to their feet, remember this isn't elimination! Whoever can secure the pinfall or submission first wins!

Keg throws in Wesley and tries for a few strikes as Frost and Cereal Man roll in as well. Keg is blocked by Wesley and ACTION hits THE ACTION KICK!

Chris Avery: WHOA! THE CHAMPION THROWING DOWN A STIFF KICK PUTS KEG ON HIS BACK!

Wesley turns around and the Cereal Man hits a spear on Wesley! Wesley rolls out of the ring and sells the stiff move. Frost goes for a move but Cereal Man ducks and rolls Frost up!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick up!

Frost rolls to the corner where KEG is getting to his feet, Cereal grabs KEG and hits The Cerealmanplex Bundle !

Billy: THREE GERMAN SUPLEXES!

Cereal Man stands up and notices Frost is on the top rope. Wesley gets on the apron but Cereal Man knocks Wesley off the the apron! Cereal turns around and notices Frost still on the top rope but Wesley grabs Cereal and pulls him out from the bottom of the ropes and throws him into the guardrail! Wesley slides in and forearms Frost is who on the top rope! Wesley turns around and ACTIONKICKS Keg again! Wesley turns around and notices Cereal getting to his feet and Wesley runs and flies through the ropes and takes out Cereal Man! The crowd stands on their feet but not for what you think!

Billy: WAIT FROST NOTICES KEG IS DOWN AND HES STANDING ON THE TOP ROPE!

Frost leaps into the air and hits a corkscrew shooting star press!

Chris Avery: REST! IN! PEACE!

Billy: Frost makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Billy: WE HAVE A NEW 201 CHAMPION!

Wesley and The Cereal Man were just sliding into the ring to break up the count and Frost rolls out to celebrate! The ref grabs the Championship and gives it to Frost and he celebrates up the ramp! The crowd can't believe it! Wesley and The Cereal Man are reacting, but in different ways. Wesley is kicking the ropes and throwing a temper-tantrum and The Cereal Man can't believe it. KEG is just waking up and Frost is walking up the ramp celebrating the 201 and Fun Championship!

Chris Avery: This division is so tight, so intense but so fun!

Billy: The competitive nature of this division is what gives it the edge in entertainment!

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Jay Frost and Jenna Bauer stood in front a log of Action wrestling and got ready for the interview as it was counted down.

Jenna: So did your brother have any effect on your match tonight?

Jay: Bitch I thought this was my interview.

Jenna: Obviously you need a hit.

Jay: YOU GOT SOME WHITE GIRL!

About that time "Big" John Frost came the wall that was behind them and crashed to the floor. White dust covered both of them where they where both on one knee throwing heavy lefts and right before making it into a tie up pushing on each other like two bulls fighting for dominance.

Jenna: SECURITY SECURITY! GRAVEDIGGER IS BEING ATTACKED!

Finally John pushed Gravedigger to the floor. He walk over to stand him up Gravedigger gave him a low blow and landing a DDT!

Jay: Not my bro nigga!

Jay streaked across the room jumping on Gravediggers back and raking his eyes. While he fought to see Through Jays eyes John slammed his hand around Gravedigger and as Jay let go John picked him up chokeslamming him to the floor. He leaned over as security came and drug him away out of view.

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We cut backstage to Bernie Sanders walking through a door being led by his small entourage and an AW official. They begin walking down the hallway at Staples Center when Hobo walks by with his dog. Crowd pops as Bernie looks confused.

Billy: Feelin' The Bern!!

Bernie continues walking towards his interview spot with Shia Labeouf, but before he even gets close, Crimson Jayhawk walks out from a locker room and crosses paths with Bernie. Again, Bernie looks confused at Jayhawk. Bernie and his staff continue walking before Camila Gonzalez talking to a hair-stylist walking with her cuts in front of Bernie. "Oh hell naw, baby, you best not be cuttin' me off, mhm." She continues out of frame as Bernie stops to question his staff.

Chris Avery: I think Mr. Sanders believes he's in the twilight-zone!

Bernie continues walking through the hallway and Hajeet is mumbling to himself on his tablet. He walks right by Bernie heading in the opposite direction. Crowd is still popping at all of this, Bernie continues his path towards Shia and the interview location when The Cereal Man appears. He doesn't even stop walking, just keeps walking by and takes a spoonful of his own Frosted Flakes. Bernie shrugs it off still and continues walking.

Billy: Action Wrestling, baby, we're full of action and characters!

Bernie gets to Shia and Shia Labeouf takes over.

Shia Labeouf: Thank you for being here on our first huge event, Revolution, and speaking of a revolution of sorts, you had your own in your own right just a year and a half ago.

Bernie Sanders: Thank you, Shia, and it's very nice to be here in Los Angeles, California.

Crowd pops.

Bernie Sanders: I feel my staff and I, and a lot of hard working and amazing Americans had a huge voice and they helped with that revolution but it is far from over. Our work is never done and we must push forward!

Shia Labeouf: Right, I know you're not a huge pro wrestling fan, but what are your thoughts on the six athletes competing tonight for the United States Championship?

Bernie Sanders: You are correct, I don't watch a lot of wrestling but I have been keeping up with Action Wrestling. I like John Frost, he's a great, hard working American, as is Dionysus and Thad. I really like what I see from Rose and Beverly as well.

Shia Labeouf: And TakMak?

Bernie Sanders: Well, if I'm perfectly honest, I don't think I quite understand him. He's a great wrestler, but if he really believes he's from another dimension then perhaps it's time we continue to push forward on mental health awareness and solutions because it seems like it is an epidemic!

Shia Labeouf: Haha! I got ya, bud. I have to ask, how did you get hooked up in Action Wrestling?

Bernie Sanders: Very easy, Shia. You know Howard Dean, ran for president a decade or so ago, he's a good friend of mine. We work hard together on a lot of topics, he gets a lot of work done. He knows Torture, worked with Torture in the past, and through those connections I believe Torture reached out on behalf of Action Wrestling and got a hold of my people and myself and what a truly amazing pleasure it is to be here. I can't wait to be in the middle of the ring and wrap the United States Championship around the winner's waist!

Shia Labeouf: Thank you for being here, Senator Sanders.

Bernie Sanders: The pleasure is all mine, thank you, Shia, by the way where is Torture? Is he here?

Crowd pops for Torture.

Shia Labeouf: He is not. Torture is doing business world-wide for Action Wrestling though..

Crowd boos that Torture isn't there.

Shia Labeouf: Senator Sanders is ready for tonight, Billy, Chris, back to you guys.

We come back to the announcers.

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The Wind had eased and the rain had tapered off to a drizzle. Both good and bad depending on who was doing the shooting. Ditto the deepening darkness. Summer Ann Carson had braced herself and spun the wheel to the left. The truck slid west on the wet pavement, squealing as rubber bit pasted water and into the asphalt. The streetlights revealed Pedro's predicament in yellow hues. Two vehicles were parked at angles one block up Pedro's and Anthony "The Beast" Giovinazzo's. No sign of
fire from either. Summer assumed that both where dead. Nameless walked underneath one of the lights, directly towards Summer undeterred by his appearance and the show of force that announced that the cavalry's approach for sometime now.

Jeans and a black t-shirt. Baseball cap turned backwards. Hard to make out any details from his face at this distance. Charlie increased speed bearing down on Nameless. The windows on a dozen shops behind him were shattered. Nameless made no attempt to conceal his intentions whatsoever. He suddenly appeared to be walking in slow motion as Summer conditioned her mind was separating details, a skill required for survival in high stress environments involving guns and death. Nameless seemed to command the space around him with complete confidence. Without breaking stride he fanned his weapon and took two shots at my truck. The first put a hole precisely were Summer's head would have been if she had not of ducked the moment that Nameless lifted his arm.

The second drilled into the passenger's headrest. Impressive shooting in such poor lighting. With a moving target at that. Scary impressive. The only person that Summer had met with such marksmanship was long gone. Still this man seemed to fast. Change of plans. Summer cranked the wheel to his right and braked. The back end of the truck swirled to the left slide broadside to Nameless. Summer was out her door, on the pavement, with gun in his hand, when the next slug popped the passenger window. Summer rolled onto her belly, brought the gun to bear on Nameless from under the truck and fired off two shoots. Nameless was already moving like a shadow on speed. Two feet to his right so that he was hidden by one of the trucks tires. No target no shot.

Nor the fact that Nameless knew what he was doing. Summer head a car skid to a stop further up the street. That would be Silvo a solid friend and close friend. They had Nameless boxed in. For a few long seconds nothing happened. Water ran down the street, splashing along the gutters, soaking Summer's jeans and shirt. No Nameless. And then Summer knew why there was no Nameless. He'd vanished into the smashed glass of the Sears store ten paces behind Summer had last scene him. An educated guess of course, but one worthy enough to bring Summer to her knees, then to his feet."They're both down!" screamed Silvo. Keeping a weary eye on the broken windows along the far sidewalk, Summer ran towards the first car. Anthony lay in the gutter, face-up, not moving. Eyes wide to the falling rain. A bullet had punched a small hole in his forehead. "He's dead" said Silvo standing thirty feet away. His voice was breathy and shaking. "Is Pedro dead too?"

"I think Nameless went into one of the building across the street," Summer cut in. "Stay here and keep and eye out." She dropped to one knee next to Anthony and pressed his two index fingers to her friends vein. There was no pulse which meant that he was indeed dead. The immensity of their predicament hit him hard as he lift his hand and closed his friends eyes. Adrenaline yielded to a moment of horror. A shutter and deep emotion passed through his body. Summer took one breath of resolution and ran for the broken window he suspected that Nameless had disappeared. Behind him, Silvo was screaming obscene language as he found Pedro lifeless as well. Worse, Summer knew that Nameless was gone. No one who possessed the skill of this man could be possibly that ignorant enough to hold up in a Sears building waiting to duke it out.

He was undoubtedly out the back and into the wind. "Stay here" he shouted back. "Where are going?"

Calling out his intentions for Nameless, to hear would have been stupid, so he didn't. It took him less than a minute to reach the back alleyway and work his way behind the Sears store. The rear door had been kicked open from the inside. No sign of him. A gust of wind pushed the door open. The alley was dark and Summer just read the words painted in gray door in red paint.

Hello Summer

It's payback time your sister was the first, your next.

Nameless.

Summer felt a chill crash down his back. She might not of even seen the hooded figure leaning against the corner if the sound of scraping wood crate hadn't alerted him. He'd drawn his weapon and crouched. saw the form arms crossed. At first neither spoke. The man faced him from the darkness from behind his hood, slinking without the slightest concern. Summer stood slowly. Unnerved without knowing why. "Can I help you?" she asked, glancing at the back door to his left. "Can You?" the mans voice sounded a bit like that crate that he shoved. "What are you doing here?" "She is as ugly as you are Summer" Nameless said. "Maybe you should do something about that," said the man. "What do you want?" You forget already?" The man leaded against the brick-wall without moving. "Step out!" "I am going to kill you like I did her," Summer. "And then I am coming back for the rest of you." "Its payback time."

Then he was gone. Summer watched him leave, but his movement was so quick that Summer didn't have time to process the threat, much less shoot him dead, which she had done a thousand times in his dreams following that night. Three months later Summer walks up to that same door and on the glass it still read:

Hello Summer

It's payback time
your sister was the first, your next.

Nameless.

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Heading outside we find ourselves watching the private entrance for superstars and staff, where a few photographers appear to have gotten access for a special moment. Pulling up moments later is a long black limo, the photographers waste little time getting into position. The driver of the limo steps out walking around to open the door as moments later wearing a long flowing black dress looking fit for the Oscars is Brooke Bell formerly of NBW. Taking photos whether they were paid to do so, or just actually wanting to get a few shots Brooke Bell steps out of the car stopping to pose for a few.

Brooke Bell: Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Giving the cameras every bit of her love, spinning to show off her designer dress as she faces back to the cameras.

Brooke Bell: I want you to tell every single person here in Action Wrestling that Brooke Bell has arrived. Whether it’s the winner of this World Championship tournament. The United States Champion, the Television Champion. I want you to tell every last one of them that I am coming. And if you can’t tell, I love jewelry...

Motioning to the necklace around her neck and the rings on her fingers, all golden in color.

Brooke Bell: And I have arrived to collect some more. See you all on the next Clash.

Blowing a kiss to the cameras one last time as she starts to enter the building, to perhaps sign her contract officially. And more importantly get a up close and personal look at her future opponents.

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The opening guitar solo to I'm Not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks plays then Alex Richards steps through the curtain, his doctor's bag in one hand, a boot filled to the brim with Zim-Quila in the other. He chugs his drink then tosses the boot into the crowd before raising the title in the air to massive cheers.

Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring, from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills or Zim-Quila, weighing in at 325 pounds, he is “The King of Mass Confusion” ALLLLLEEEEEEX RIIIIICHAAAAARRRRDS!

Alex then starts walking towards the ring a serious look on his face with a hint of a smile making it seem like he's probably putting it on, which he is. On the way to the ring he delivers his trademark hard high fives to the fans. At least those brave enough to want them. He wanders around ringside talking to fans for a few minutes killing time before finally entering the ring.

Billy: Always takes his sweet time getting into the ring, doesn't he?

Chris Avery: Certainly does!

Doobak Mota's Hukert Man Breathe Lonfer hits speakers and crowd cheers! They love Hajeet because he is like them! He comes to America in search of dream. He walks down ramp and they cheer and support him.

Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring from Tripura, India, weighing in at 235 pounds, HAAAAAAJEEEEEEET!

Hajeet doesn't get most cheers because he is not as famous as other wrestlers in AW but he knows he will get there one day. They cheer and support so he tries to do good and keep the cheering. He gives them thumbs up many times and big smiles all the times too. He gets in ring and performs a good taunt to know he knows they know they are on his side. His opponents know business is going to be very business but he is good guy so he also respects boundaries. He stands in the corner and waits for the bell to ring so he can begin wrestling.

The bell sounds as Hajeet and Alex Richards step a few feet closer to each other.

Chris Avery: Hajeet is one inch taller and you can tell, but he's going to have to use size and agility in this one!

Billy: Oh yah?

Chris Avery: I believe so, Billy. Hajeet is going to have to keep the pace trending up if he wants a shot at winning.

Billy: And to add to your point, Richards is looking to right the ship so to say and get a big win here tonight.

Chris Avery: Also true, Bill.

Billy: Billy.

Chris Avery: OHWHATEVER

The two tie up and Richards shoves Hajeet back down to the mat! The crowd sort of boos.

Chris Avery: Looks like this crowd is behind Hajeet!

Hajeet gets up, dusts himself off and circles Richards a few times before they tie up one more time and Richards throws Hajeet back down again! Crowd boos. Hajeet gets up, using the ropes I might add, and circles the ring before going to tie up with Richards, however, Hajeet outsmarts him (not really lol) and goes behind Richards and grabs for a German Suplex. Nothing there, Hajeet moves and grabs Richards for a bulldog but Richards throws Hajeet off to the ropes, however, too much power and Hajeet flies over the top rope and to the outside!

Billy: Whoa! Look out!

Hajeet looks stunned and gets to his feet and fixes his knee pads and his trunks.

Chris Avery: This is a HUGE challenge for Hajeet. He's been prancing around with Adam Young and Hobo the last few weeks, this is his first real challenge!

Billy: Very true, didn't think of that!

Hajeet rolls in and Richards looks to stomp so Hajeet rolls back out quickly and then can't get back in the ring. Richards keeps cutting him off. Hajeet jumps on to the apron and hits a forearm sending Richards back, Hajeet springboards to the top rope in a HUGE display of agility, lands in the ring and ties up with Richards. The crowd is confused.

Billy: Thought he was looking for a high risk move.

Chris Avery: Very unorthodox style that Haj has.

Hajeet throws Richards to the corner where Richards hits and stays put. Hajeet goes to the other corner and stretches and taunts before calling out some Indian word and running across the ring, however, Richards comes shooting out of his corner hitting the stiffest, hardest running big boot ever! Hajeet runs, backflips when connected and lands on his face! The crowd gasps and pops big time.

Chris Avery: OHHHH MYYYY

Billy: OHHH MYYYY!!!

Chris Avery: WOW.

Billy: WE HAVE TO CHECK THE REPLAY WAIT RICHARDS IS GOING FOR THE COVER!

Richards does cover but Hajeet grabs the bottom rope and then just rolls out of the ring and flops to the mats!

Chris Avery: OH MY GOD HOW DID HAJEET KICK UP!?

Richards taunts like the whacky mad man he is and we cut to the replay. Sure enough, Richards connected his fucking stiff boot to the face of Hajeet sending him into a backflip! We come back to the action and Richards is picking up Hajeet and grabs him by the throat and legs and throws him through the ropes back into the ring. Hajeet trying to find something deep down to get it back on his side, the offense that is. Hajeet hits the ropes as Richards is on the apron and as Richards is trying to get in the ring Hajeet hits a running knee to the gut. Richards falls into the ring and Hajeet hits the ropes again and comes back with a flying leg/knee drop. It was a weird move, not even sure Hajeet knew what he was doing with it. Hajeet goes for the cover but Richards moves him off of him and Hajeet goes to the corner where he carefully sets himself up on the middle rope. A six foot four inch Indian dude who doesnt' need to jump from any of the ropes is on the middle rope where surprise, surprise, Richards grabs him from the middle ropes and powerslams him to the mat! Hajeet can't believe it, but we sure as fuck can, because why the fuck was he on the ropes? What was he going to do from the ropes? He barely can run offense on strikes and has a limited move set, what the FUCK was he going to do from the ropes? Never the less, Richards picks up Hajeet and hits a nasty backbreaker putting Hajeet on the mat. Richards claps his hands like hes done and makes the cover! Only a two!

Billy: Hajeet has to find something deep down here if he wants this win!

Chris Avery: Richards is in control, and it's not at all surprising..

Hajeet uses the ropes to get back to his feet and Richards goes for another running big boot but Hajeet runs at him, DUCKS underneath and hits the ropes and comes back for a crossbody! Richards catches him and hits another backbreaker and then picks him right back up and then lifts Hajeet over his head and drops him to the mats below over the top rope! Richards rolls out of the ring and picks up Hajeet into a powerbomb position and is slammed head/neck first into the ring post! Richards doesn't even drop Hajeet yet, he slides him through the ropes from that powerbomb position and Haj looks dead affffff.

Billy: The Unconscious Truth!

Chris Avery: What a weirdly yet SUPER effective combo!

Richards rolls in and then just pins Hajeet hooking both legs.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Chris Avery: Alex Richards beats Hajeet!

Billy: Impressive win for Richards putting him right back on track here in Action Wrestling!

Richards celebrates and half pop, half boo, but impressive 100%. Richards continues celebrating and then rolls out of the ring and up the ramp.

Billy: Revolution has been great!

Chris Avery: And we still have more to go!

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The intro of Silversun Pickups' "Dots and Dashes" hits the speakers and the lights slowly begin to fade until a lone spotlight pointed at the stage is the only source of illumination. As a somewhat energized guitar riff cuts through the droning instrumental, Alexander Pasternak steps out onto the stage, showing off his fresh as fuck Members Only jacket and Orthodox cross chain as the crowd as the crowd jeers him. He licks his hand and runs it through his hair before taking off down the ramp, singing along with his own entrance music like a fuckin' pleb as the first verse begins.

Adilene Floyd: Making his way down to the ring, from Brighton Beach, New York, weighing in at 210 pounds...ALEXANDERRR PASTERNAAAK!!

At ringside, Alexander ascends the steel steps and steps between the ropes, taking off his chain & jacket before handing them over to the referee and making his way to his corner.

Chris Avery: Pasternak has been a force here in Action Wrestling so far. He made it all the way to the semi-finals of the World Title tournament before finally being eliminated by Roy Speede. To get there he had to go through Beverly Adams and Alex Richards.

Billy: And that was no easy feat! He just couldn’t quite overcome Speede’s quest to go for the world title here in Action Wrestling.

"Outlet" by Desiigner hits the PA, garnering a somewhat mixed reaction from those in attendance. As the instrumental picks up and Desiigner's ad libs ring through the arena, Spencer Adams emerges on the stage, his head down and his feet cloaked in a light blue mist as he bobs back and forth a bit in anticipation. When the lyrics kick in, Spencer looks up toward the ring. His eyes are focused ahead as he marches to the ring.

Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 170 pounds, SPEEEENNNNCERRRR AAAAAADAAAAAMS!

As he approaches, Spencer quickly rolls into the ring and ascends the post, cocking his head back and taking a deep breath before hopping down and stretching out as he waits for his opponent.

Chris Avery: And this man, Spencer Adams, he ran into the same type of roadblock when he lost to D-Day in one of the closest matches of the entire tournament. His road to the semi-finals went through Vincent and T.F.K.

Billy: Both these men have something the prove here tonight. They weren’t able to make it to the finals of the world title tournament and they were eliminated from it too late to qualify for the US title match. You know they’re eager to prove they’re still worthy of gold around their waist.

Chris Avery: No doubt about it, Billy! This will be a great match!

The referee, Ben Dover, brings both men to the center of the ring, explains the rules and then signals for the bell to begin this match.

Both men circle the ring, feeling each other out. They lock up in the center of the ring, Spencer Adams puts Pasternak in a headlock. Pasternak leads them over to the ropes and pushes Spencer off. Spencer bounces back and leapfrogs Pasternak. Pasternak bounces off the ropes and is put down by a dropkick from Spencer.

Both men get back to their feet. Pasternak runs at Spencer and flips over his back and grabs him around the waist, turning the spot in to a pinning move. Spencer claps his legs together on the sides of Pasternak’s head, causing him to let go of the pin before the referee has a chance to count.

Spencer whips Pasternak across the ring, Pasternak reverses it. Spencer tries to baseball slide underneath Pasternak who grabs him by the waist and hits a release german suplex on Spencer. Spencer lands on his front. Pasternak picks him up off of the mat and suplexes him onto the top rope which Spencer bounces off of and falls to the apron.

Pasternak taunts the crowd and walks over to Spencer to grab at him. Spencer kicks Pasternak upside the head. Pasternak staggers back and it’s enough for Spencer who springboards off of the ropes and hits a hurricanrana on Pasternak. Spencer holds onto his legs for the pin attempt.

1...2.kickout!

Chris Avery: Barely even a 2 count for that move.

Billy: Yeah it’s still too early in the match for something like that.

Pasternak is pissed and he whips Spencer hard into the turnbuckle. He walks over and drives his shoulder into the midsection of Spencer multiple times before driving his elbow into the same spot. Finally he walks Spencer away from the corner and applies an abdominal stretch.

Spencer finally starts trying to break free with a series of elbows to Pasternak before flipping over Pasternak’s shoulder and landing on top of him for a pin.

1...2.no! Still nowhere near enough.

Spencer springboards off of the ropes and hits a crossbody, planting Pasternak but doesn’t go for the pin. Spencer is up and scales the turnbuckle. He hits a missile dropkick on Pasternak. Spencer runs over and hits a running senton flip onto Pasternak.

Pasternak gets back up to his feet and is planted by a DDT. As he gets back up, Spencer performs a snapmare and then applies a headlock. Pasternak fights his way back up and crushes Spencer in the corner until he lets go of the hold.

Pasternak takes a few steps away before charging towards the corner. Spencer leapfrogs over Pasternak who stops himself at the last second, but Spencer dropkicks Pasternak chest first into the ropes. Pasternak staggers out backwards into the waiting arms of Spencer who german suplexes him.

Billy: Nice german suplex by Spencer Adams. He seems to be in firm control here.

Chris Avery: You ever notice how a lot of the times we say that, things change quickly? It’s like we are jinxing them by saying that, Billy.

But not this time! Spencer picks up Pasternak and puts him back down with a spinning sidewalk slam. Both men get to their feet and Spencer clotheslines Pasternak over the top rope! Spencer measures the distance and runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes and gets a full head of steam as he flies over the top rope with a suicide dive onto Pasternak!

Spencer picks up Pasternak. He whips him towards the nearby ring steps, but Pasternak reverses the irish whip. Spencer is quick enough and hops up onto the steel steps. He glances back super quick and leaps off for a moonsault...right into the waiting arms of Pasternak!

Billy: Don’t do it, don’t do it! NO!

Chris Avery: Pasternak dropped down to his knees and just hit Spencer Adams with a tombstone piledriver. Look Billy, it was a few moves later so I don’t think we jinxed him, right?

Billy: You ain’t gotta convince me!

Pasternak picks up Spencer and whips him into the barricade hard. Spencer hits it and falls to his knees, his back arched and a look of pain on his face. Pasternak picks Spencer up and drops him head first across the barricade itself before finally rolling him back into the ring.

Pasternak climbs to the top rope and hits a flying elbow drop onto Spencer. He goes for the pin.

1...2...no! Kick out by Spencer. Pasternak lets Spencer get up and gets between him and the ref and kicks backwards, low blowing Spencer who falls back to the mat.

Billy: Oh come on! DQ Pasternak!

Chris Avery: Sorry, Billy, but the referee didn’t see it!

The crowd boos loudly and Pasternak smirks. He reaches down and picks up Spencer. He hits him with an Omega Driver.

Billy: Cheeki Breeki Driver!!

Chris Avery: This could be it!

1...2...NO!!!

Billy: Spencer kicks out at the last second!

Pasternak is pissed. He lays into Spencer with hard rights before letting him up to his feet. Spencer is whipped across the ring. On the way back, Pasternak has him up for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Spencer flips out of it and lands on his feet beside Pasternak. Spencer quickly snaps off a superkick.

Chris Avery: Super Duper kick!

Spencer quickly scales the nearby turnbuckles. He waits as Pasternak gets up but he’s turned in the wrong direction. Pasternak turns, looking for Spencer and Spencer flies off the ropes, catching Pasternak in The Quarantine!

Billy: QUARANTINE!! He hits it!

1...2...NO!

Pasternak gets an arm up at the last possible second! Spencer is pissed off. He stands off to the side and waits for Pasternak to get to a standing position. He leaps forward just as he does and snaps off a superkick.

PASTERNAK DUCKS IT! He grabs Spencer from behind and hits a Soviet Suplex!!

Billy: Spencer is laid out from that one. Where is Pasternak going?

Pasternak scales the nearby turnbuckles and leaps off backwards for a moonsult into a double knee drop.

Chris Avery: PROLOGUE 1917!!! He goes for the pin!

1....2....3!!!

DING DING DING

Chris Avery: Wow what a match! Pasternak just barely pulls it off in a hard fought match!

Billy: Spencer can't be too happy about this. He makes it all the way to the semi-finals of the world title tournament and then loses two weeks in a row! He's going to have to do something to get back on track next week!

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Billy: And now it's time to crown a United States Champion!

Chris Avery: For the last three weeks there have been two matches every week qualifying two wrestlers to compete in this elimination style match up here tonight!

Billy: These six are in for a treat, and like all elimination matches here in Action Wrestling no rope-breaks, no count-outs, the pin or submission has to happen inside the ring and weapons can disqualify you and you'll be eliminated!

American patriotic music hits and Democratic Senator Bernie Sanders walks out from the back through the curtain and stands on the stage waving. He walks down the ramp and around the ring to where the announcers are.

Billy: He's standing next to that glass case..

Chris Avery: I think he's going to unveil the United States Championship!

Billy: Have you seen it!?

Chris Avery: They wouldn't let me!

Billy: They're getting his nice comfy chair ready too, wow that's better than ours!

Chris Avery: Bernie Sanders deserves the best!

Bernie Sanders removes the cloth and the United States Championship shines and gets a big pop from the sold out crowd at Staples Center. Bernie Sanders takes a seat in a nice leather presidential-almost chair by the announcers and the Championship and just as he does the arena lights suddenly go out and Rollin' by Limp Bizkit hits the PA System.

"Alright partner keep on Rollin' baby you know what time it is."

"Throw your hands up."
"Ladies and gentlemen."
"Chocolate Starfish."
"Keep on Rollin' baby."

"Move in, now move out,
Hands up, now hands down,
Back up, back up,
Tell me what you're gonna do now,
Breath in, now breath out,
Hands up, now hands down
Back up, back up,
Tell me what you're gonna do now!"

While the whole part of this song is playing the crowd is going wild with anticipation of where the big man is and right as "Tell me what you're gonna do now" comes across the speakers a red spotlight shines over John who is at the top of the crowd and a joint is lit in his hand while he's chugging a bottle of Jack Daniels. As "Keep on Rollin' " comes across the speakers he takes a drag off the fat joint and starts coming down the steps, exhaling, as the crowd touches and grabs at him. He reaches the barricade and hands the joint to the crowd who start partaking in the green herb and John throws the bottle back again and spits a mist of Jack Daniels into the hair.

Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring, from Petak Island Prison, Vologda, Russia, weighing in at 365 pounds, he is “Big” Johhhhhnn Froooooost!

Hopping the barricade Frost signals for the joint taking a few hard drags off of it and sends it back into the crowd while chugging the whiskey then exhaling the herb smoke and sending the Jack Daniels bottle into the crowd as well. John hops atop the curtain turn to face the crowd throwing out to middle fingers screaming and yelling then steps over the top rope and walks to the other side of the ring crowding the first and second rope throwing out to middle fingers while yelling and screaming. He takes his sleeveless blue jean shirt off and walks to his corner of the ring pulling on the ropes stretching out waiting..

Billy: John Frost, a big badass athlete wants to be the first United States Champion..

The Korean flag appears on the screen as “Sneakernight” blares over the speakers. The crowd goes insane as Beverly Adams steps out onto the stage followed by her mother. They bow together before making their way down the ramp.

Adilene Floyd: Making her way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 127 pounds...BEVERLYYYYY ADAAAAMS!

Chris Avery: Bervely Adams, a great athlete in her own right, if she can keep the pace and watch her back, she can walk away with Championship gold!

(Theatrical Movie Voice Guy): In a world filled with subpar acts who wished upon a star to be KING... One man outshines the rest with his sheer talent. That man is one Thaddeus Franklin King! Sorry I called you Franklin, boss...
“Watch Me Shine” by Fozzy plays and the arena lights go black and a spotlight points to the stage as The Franchise Killer walks onto the stage wearing a grey fitted t-shirt that says “The Franchise Killer” on the front in white outlined black lettering and he carries a digital camera to the ring with him filming the fans as he goes.

Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 225 pounds...THADDEUS FRAAAAANKLIIIIN KIIIING!

On the way to the ring T.F.K. blows off the young kids but films with the ladies before sliding into the ring. T.F.K. stands in the center of the ring and films himself basking in the spotlight. T.F.K. backs away to his corner and hands the camera to Craig who has finally caught up to the ring. TFK walks right to the middle of the ring where Frost is and they go face to face!

Chris Avery: WHOAAAA these two met on the first episode of Clash and Frost thinks he got the better of TFK!

Billy: These two men could start things early right now!

TakMak comes down by wires over the ring from the ceiling, as smoke pours all over the place, and with Space Lord playing.

Adilene Floyd: Making his way down from the ceiling from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 199 pounds, TAAAAAAAAKMAAAAAAAK!

When TakMak touches down to the ring, his attendants unhook him and he goes to each ring post. That's when he rises his hands up slowly towards the stars from where he came.

Chris Avery: Tak and Bev are in their own corners, but look at Frost and TFK! Still standing in the middle of the ring!

"Leaving Dionysus" by Leaving Dionysus begins to play throughout the Arena. "The Legion", 20 Centurion guards march down the aisle, lining up 10 on one side and 10 on the other leading down to the ring and stand at attention.

A quadriga of four Clydesdale horses pulling a chariot made of gold appears carrying "The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat and makes its way down the aisle as if entering the Roman Colosseum ready to do battle and circles the ring and stops.

Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 270 pounds, DIOOOOONYYYYSUUUS!

As Dion enters the ring, the quadriga of four Clydesdale horses pulling a chariot made of gold makes its way back up the aisle and disappears followed by The Legion.

"The Crimson Gladiator" Dion Necurat, standing in the middle of the ring, raising a scepter of Dionysus toward the crowd and starts banging the shaft against a custom made Vibranium/steel alloy Spartan shield calling out his opponent to engage him into a fight to the death.

Dion's fans stand in unison to cheer their warrior as gold coins in Dion Necurat's likeness rains down on him in the center of the ring. He looks out to his fans, who give Dion the thumbs up and gives his opponent the thumbs down, meaning "Death!"

Dion raises both arms holding the scepter and custom made Spartan shield wide out over his head in praise to the crowd and let's out a Gladiator bloodcurdling scream.

As Dion screams, Bev and Tak both hold their ears, but not Frost nor TFK. They're both standing face to face in the middle of the ring an inch a part talking shit to each other.

Billy: Dionysus is one to watch too, Chris!

Chris Avery: Absolutely!

As the song starts all eyes turn to the entrance way as Rose walks out onto the stage and just stares at the ring for a few moments. As she does this she is joined by her in ring manager Michelle Goldman who is all smiles and points at the ring which leads to Rose to walk to it. Rose throw the odd punch as she walks down as Michelle slaps hands with fans. Once they reach the ring Rose slides in and walks over to the corner as she does this Michelle climbs up on the ropes to talk tactics with her. They are on rare times joined by Rose's out of ring manager Lisa Edwards she also walks to the ring and just looks on.

Billy: And you can't count out Rose!

Chris Avery: A fantastic athlete in her own right, if she can continue her momentum and put the past few weeks behind her she'l be one to watch!

Rose, Bev, Tak and Dion are standing in corners while Frost and TFK are STILL face to face. The bell sounds and the crowd is standing on their feet for this amazing United States Championship match! Dion, Tak, Bev and Rose crawl through the ropes and stand on the outside and Frost and TFK are left inside the ring face to face. The crowd begins to applaud the four who left the ring and let TFK and Frost in there. Frost and TFK tieup and just begin PUNCHINGGG EACH OTHER!

Chris Avery: FROST AND FRANCHISE!! THIS IS WHAT ITS ABOUT!!

TFK throws Frost to the ropes and goes for a leaping move but Frost kicks him out of the air! Frost gets on top of TFK and hits more punches until TFK wiggles out! Frost gets up and turns around and TFK hits a few quick strikes then a kick putting Frost down to one knee. TFK hits the ropes and hits a drop kick sending Frost through the bottom rope, that's when Rose, Beverly, Tak and Dionysus hit the ring and everyone starts brawling! TFK is thrown out of the ring by Tak, but turns around and is met with strikes from Dionysus! They hit a few strikes back and forth and work each other in the corner while Rose and Beverly are hitting forearm after forearm.

Chris Avery: You don't want to get in a boxing match with Rose!

Billy: Dionysus is just knocking TakMak around in the corner!

Frost gets up and throws TFK into the guard railing on the outside! Dionysus clotheslines Takmak out of the ring over the top rope! Frost and Dionysus begin punching at each other and work towards a corner! They go falling through the ropes to the outside and Rose and Bev are left in the ring!

Chris Avery: One of these two can very well be our first United States Champion!

Billy: It's elimination though, remember that fans, it's a long way to end!

Rose hits a clothesline knocking Beverly down and she rolls out of the ring. Rose slides out of the ring and hits Dion with a crossbody and they go down! TakMak rolls into the ring as does John Frost.

Billy: Big John Frost just booted TakMak sending him to the corner!

Indeed, Billy, he is in the corner. TFK rolls back in, and almost a complete foot shorter than Frost he hasn't backed down once this whole night. Frost and TFK look at each other before TFK just runs full speed into TakMak in the corner! and TFK throws TakMak to Frost where Frost hits a big boot putting TakMak on the ground. Frost picks up TakMak and throws him towards TFK where TFK runs at Tak hitting the TFKO!

Billy: TFKO!!

Chris Avery: .. Frost and TFK are working together?

Billy: They're.. mad men, Chris!

TFK puts a boot over TakMak and never stops staring at Frost while he's pinning.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Billy: TakMak has been eliminated!

Chris Avery: TFK and Frost are in such a deep stare!

Beverly Adams rolls into the ring and goes for a clothesline but TFK ducks and is met by a big boot from John Frost! Beverly Adams goes down hard! She stands up and TFK hits a sidekick to the chin where she bounces off the ropes and TFK throws Beverly Adams into Frost and Frost hits a chokeslam on Beverly!

Chris Avery: OHHH WHAT A THUD!

Frost and TFK never stop staring at each other once more but this time Frost puts a boot on Beverly Adams chest holding her down.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Billy: Frost eliminates Beverly Adams!

Chris Avery: These two men who hate each other.. are doing a DAMN good job of working together!

Frost and TFK go face to face once again talking shit to each other but Dion hits TFK from behind and Rose hits Frost from behind! The four wrestlers work each other in opposite corners. Dion throws TFK, and Rose throws Frost from opposite corners, Frost and TFK grab each other by the arms and twist each other into 180s like a country-line dance and TFK rushes at Rose in the corner hitting a splash! Frost hits a big boot on Dion in the corner! Frost and TFK both get a pop from the crowd before they turn towards each other in the middle of the ring back to a stare down!

Billy: THIS IS SOME SORT OF CHEMISTRY!

Chris Avery: I was going to say, I wasn't the only one who was feeling that!

Billy: NOW THEY'RE GOING AT IT!

TFK and Frost throwing heavy right hands and fore arms at each other and Frost has TFK reeling, but TFK is thrown to the ropes where Frost bends down like a back body drop, TFK hits a punt-like kick throwing Frost back a few feet stumbling, and TFK runs full speed with a crossbody flying move and sends Frost back over the top rope! TFK and Frost are out of the ring!

Chris Avery: Dion and Rose left in the ring, now!

Rose runs at Dion who is still in the corner and hits a splash! Rose grabs Dion and throws him to the ropes where she hits a powerslam! Gets quick two count cover but Dion kicks out with authority. Rose picks up Dion and throws him back to the corner where he stays put and she walks over hitting a few kick combos before a few quick STIFF punch combos and has Dion out! Rose grabs Dion from the corner and goes for a big move but Dion gets out of it and throws Rose to the ropes where TFK is just getting on the apron!

Chris Avery: Look out!

Rose hits TFK off the apron back down to the mats and ducks Dions strike and rolls him up! Another quick two count and as Dion kicks up Rose runs and dropkicks Frost off the apron to the mats below! Rose gets up and Dion meets her with a clothesline sending her down! Dion calls for the end when TFK gets into the ring and hits the ropes, he flies for some sort of move but Dion catches him and then Rose is on her feet and hits a back kick to Dion sending him down with TFK on top! Rose picks up TFK and throws him over the top rope in which he lands on Frost who was just getting to his feet! TFK and Frost go down! Dion turns around and is met with two stiff punches from Rose and she works his mid-section with a few more punches and kicks him to bend him forward. She picks up Dion and hits a powerbomb!

Billy: OH MY A POWERBOMB!!!

Chris Avery: THE POWER OF ROSE!

She keeps latched going for her combo, the three powerbombs, she's TRYING really hard to get Dion up. She lifts but she just cant do it, she lifts again, but can't do it, the crowd behind her and Rose lets out a primal scream and she lifts up again and this time she as Dion in the air for the second powerbomb..

Chris Avery: THE POWER!!! OH MY GOD!!!

Dion gets out of it at the peak though and when Rose turns around Dion turned it into the RAINMAKER!

Billy: GRAPEVINE!!!

Chris Avery: OH MY GOD ROSE IS OUT COLD!

Dion hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Billy: Dionysus just eliminated Rose!

TFK rolls into the ring and runs at Dion but Dion ducks and then hits TFK with a back body drop! Dion grabs TFK and hits the STO Backbreaker! He pins TFK but only a two count. Dion picks up TFK and hits a few punches and throws him to the ropes hitting a nice clothesline. Dionysus calls for the Grapevine one more time! He picks up TFK and goes for it..

Billy: OH MY WHAT A STIFF BOOT!

TFK ducks the grapevine and Frost is in the ring with a big boot to Dions face sending him down on the mat! Dion rolls out of harms way as Frost picks up TFK and throws him in the corner! Dion gets up in the opposite corner. Frost runs full speed hitting TFK with a body splash/clothesline! TFK sits down in the corner after the vicious hit. Frost runs full speed in the other corner and hits Dion with a body splash/clothesline and Dion sits down in the corner after his hit. Frost turns around and runs full speed at TFK who just got to his feet and is met with a vicious shoulder tackle! Frost gets back to his feet and runs full speed hitting Dion with a vicious shoulder tackle! Frost is back on his feet taunting at the crowd.

Chris Avery: Big John Frost has this match in the BAG right now!

Frost picks up TFK and throws him to the ropes where when TFK comes back off the ropes Frost picks him up for a gorilla press slam and drops him into an RKO!

Billy: FROSTED OVER!

Frost pins TFK!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Chris Avery: TFK PUTS HIS LEG ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Billy: WHAT RING AWARENESS!

Frost gets up and eyeballs Dion and picks his ass up. Grabs him by the hand and throws him to the ropes except Dion stays clenched with the hand and when Dion stops his momentum he brings Frost into him and hits GRAPEVINE! Frost is OUT!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Billy: JOHN FROST JUST GOT ELIMINATED!

Chris Avery: WHAT THE?!!? HOW?!

The crowd can't believe it! Dion gets off of Frost and slides back into the corner selling his hurts and injuries as Frost rolls out of the ring and tries his hardest to come to.

Frost gets to his feet on the outside and doesn't believe it! He's shown the replays on the ActionTron where Frost has it IN THE BAG so to say but Dion busts out Grapevine and gets it done and over with. Frost kicks the guard railing and can't believe it! Frost grabs Dion who was sitting in the corner and pulls him out of the ring and throws him into the railing! The crowd boos! TFK runs and jumps through the ropes but Frost catches him and drops him on the other guard rail! A dozen or so refs come down the ramp and demand Frost leave the ring side area. Frost is FED UP WITH DIS WORL' and can't believe it! He walks up the ramp but he is NOT FUCKING HAPPY. The ref checks on TFK and then checks on Dion and the ref slides back in the ring.

Billy: The ref is starting his ten count!

Chris Avery: What? This means we may not have a United States Champion at all!?

one!

two!

three!

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five!

six!

Billy: He's nearing the count of seven!

Chris Avery: Dionysus and TFK are out!

seven!

eight!

Billy: They're starting to crawl towards the ring!

nine!

Just before ten, TFK jumps up and slides into the ring and is still out cold and Dionysus just makes it into the ring as well and the crowd cheers as this match continues!

Billy: Just made it in! At least for now, we may have a United States Champion!

TFK and Dion make it to their feet where they each trade a right hand! Dion with a right! TFK with a right! Dion with a right! TFK with a right! Dion with a right! TFK with a right! Dion with a right! TFK with a right! Dion with a right! TFK with a right! Dion with a right! TFK with a right! Dion with a right! TFK with a right! Dion with a right! TFK with a right! TFK with another right! Another right! TFK has Dion reeling back! He whips Dion to the ropes but Dion ducks TFKs clothesline and when TFK turns around Dion hits a running clothesline sending TFK down! Dion lets out that primal roar and lifts TFK up! TFK hits a few punches though to get out of it and then hits the ropes! TFK returns full speed from the ropes but Dionysus hits that Sweet ASSS SPINEBUSTER!

Billy: MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Chris Avery: HE HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!

Billy: WE HAVE A UNITED STATES CHAMP-

Chris Avery: NOOO!!! TFK KICKS UP!

Indeed he did, Dion has to dig down deeper to put TFK away. Dionysus lifts up TFK and throws him to the corner. Dion walks over and lifts TFK up and sits him on the top rope. Dion climbs up on the bottom rope..

Chris Avery: What the hell is Dionysus looking to do here?!

Dion gets about that far though when TFK starts hitting elbows and forearms to Dions head! He shoves Dion down and Dion hits the mat! Dion gets up and runs at TFK but is met with TFKs boot sending Dion back! Dion runs again full speed and climbs up to the middle rope but TFK stays put and just forearms Dion in the face sending Dion back down to the mat crashing with a wicked thud! Dion stays put this time and TFK stands up on the top rope and then jumps off hitting a super duper sweet fucking elbow drop!

Billy: WATCH HIM SHINE, BABY!

Chris Avery: THATS IT!

ONE!

TWO!

Billy: TFK HAS DONE IT

Dionysus kicks up!

Billy: WHAT?! NO WAY!!! DIONYSUS KICKED UP?!?!

Chris Avery: He did!! He did!! The ref says two!

Dionysus got a shoulder up BARELY and TFK almost had it. TFK stands to his feet arguing with the ref for a minute before going to the corner waiting for Dion to stand up and runs at Dion looking for the TFKO but Dion ducks and TFK runs into the turnbuckles and falls to his back. Dion picks up TFK and puts him on his shoulders and looks for the Godslayer!

Billy: GODSLAYER! HE HITS THIS ITS OVER, CHRIS!

TFK is holding on to the ropes not letting go, Dion drops TFK on the top turnbuckle and then heads off to the other ropes and rebounds back but TFK is already running and hits the TFKO ON DION IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Chris Avery: OH MY!!!

Billy: TFKOOOOOOOO

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Billy: Thaddeus Franklin King Is UNITED STATES CHAMPION!

Dion rolls out of the ring and TFK stands to his feet and taunts to the crowd!

Chris Avery: There's Bernie Sanders getting the Championship belt!

Bernie Sanders grabs the prestigious Championship Belt representing the United States and walks into the ring and raises the arm of TFK. The crowd pops as TFK demands Bernie Sanders put it around his waist. Bernie obeys and grabs the Championship and stretches it out and stands behind TFK. He wraps it tight around the waist and Bernie snaps the Championship belt on and TFK demands Bernie leave the ring! The ref raises TFKs arm again but TFK shrugs him off and runs to the corner and gets on the middle rope and taunts at the crowd and points at the United States Championship belt around his waist!

Billy: THIS IS TFK'S REIGN! THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION!

Chris Avery: And of course when theres a winner, there is a loser but take NOTHING away from Dionysus because he was THIISSS close to getting that Championship!

Billy: Absolutely, Dionysus will not let this go, he's going to reload and come back even harder!

Chris Avery: That's right, Billy, but either way, right now, tonight, TFK is the United States Champion!

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After the commercial break, the cameras return back to the announce table where Chris Avery and Billy are ready to call the next match. The co-main event of the Revolution pay-per-view where Camila Gonzalez and Lisa Foster will battle it out after weeks of pranks, attacks and interferences in matches.

Chris Avery: Welcome back to Action Wrestling’s first PPV, ‘Revolution’, and right now, we are finally at our co-main event. This is the biggest feud in Action Wrestling and the most hyped up grudge match of the evening. We are finally seeing Lisa Foster get her well-deserved match against ‘The Goddess of Action Wrestling’ Camila Gonzalez!

Billy: I’ve been waiting for weeks. These two chicks been at each other’s throats and putting more beef than any reality show I’ve been watching. Camila thinks Lisa is a peasant who should know her place as the inferior women while Lisa believes Camila is spoiled, disrespectful and downright entitled to whatever she wants.

Chris Avery: It’s been weeks of attacks, make up being ruined, spilled tea, hair pulling and knockout blows. However, a lot of reports are coming in that Camila has been on a mental spiral ever since Lisa called her a ‘Bum Bitch’ last week on Monday Night Clash. It’s one thing I’m scared of and that’s an angry Camila.

Billy: Yeah but it was funny as hell. Let’s kick it over to Adilene Floyd for the match introductions!

The camera transitions to Adilene Floyd standing in the center of the ring with a microphone under her chin and she gets the cue to start the introductions.

Ding Ding Ding!

Adilene Floyd: Ladies and Gentlemen! This match is our co-main event and it is scheduled for one fall!

“Kick in the Teeth” hits the PA and the crowd cheers as their favorite emerges from the back clad in black and white American Gladiator type attire. As usual, she sets off down the ramp tagging hands and hugging fans, getting them even more frenzied than that already were.

Out of nowhere, a blur of humanity rockets down the ramp and puts an end to the fanfare with a brutal Double Ax Handle to Lisa’s back at full pelt, sending the crowd favorite ass over head like a shot rabbit the rest of the way down the aisle.

Billy: HOLY SHIT ON A STICK!

Chris Avery: It’s Camila! She just blindsided Lisa! What the hell???

The fans come unglued and hurl their hatred at the aristocrat, but she couldn’t possibly care less. Not regarding them at all, she rips off her stylish diamond laden belt that cost her more money than the crowd’s collective worth and goes on a maddening lashing spree across Lisa’s back and legs.

Billy: Get somebody down here to get some control of this for crying out loud!

Chris Avery: This is sickening.

A disgusting “smack” reverberates through the Staples Center each time the belt makes contact, and with it trails a pained yelp from Lisa Foster. To make matters worse, Camila’s eyes narrow with a menace and she wraps the belts around her own fist, making sure the huge Manhattan skyline diamond is what will soon collide with Lisa’s braincase. As she goes to attack, however, she is stopped by the referee, who aggressively rips the belt away from her.

Billy: Thank you friggin Jesus!

Chris Avery: Finally some order is getting restored here! The referee might call this off, Lisa took a bit of a beating there.

Camila and the referee get into a small yelling and shoving match, then all of a sudden Lisa, out of desperation more than calculation, heaves Camila up and drops her with an Atomic Drop. The spectators rejoice as the Goddess of Action Wrestling hops up and down nursing her southern parts. Lisa manages to seize her and rolls her into the ring, then advises the referee to just “ring the damn bell!” There’s no way Lisa is going to let this fight go as a no contest or win by DQ. Reluctantly, the ring official signals for the bell and the match is officially underway.

Billy: What is Lisa thinking here? She should take five or something.

Chris Avery: She’s running on emotions, which may push her through or totally screw her over here.

Lisa trails in behind her, much slower due to the pre match beating, and she’s greeted with a flurry of boots across the body and legs for her valiant effort. Yanking her up, Camila shoves her into the nearby corner and unleashes a blitz of shoulder thrusts into Lisa’s midsection over and over and over again, eventually prompting the ring adjutant to peel her away. The pair argue for a quick moment before the Goddess blows past him and nears her rival.

Lisa is doubled over but manages a token gesture grab at her incoming foe, but Camila switches gears and unloads a barrage of kicks to her already battered and welted legs, rendering those legendary pillars virtually useless and nothing more than kicking bags for the time being. Before Lisa can make another desperate grab at Camila, the rich bitch is two steps ahead and grabs her in a Muay Thai Clinch, and follows through with knee strikes deep into Lisa’s midriff. A stiff European Uppercut sneaks past Lisa’s embattled defenses next, and an even harsher Spinning Back Kick finds its mark right on the chest.

Lisa wilts in the corner, but there’s no reprieve. Camila turns her facing the corner and drapes her arms over the ropes, then back pedals to the corner directly across the ring. She jets across it from there, tearing up the canvas in her wake. Taking flight, she angles her entire body toward Lisa’s unguarded back. The fans stand or sit on the edge of their seat, knowing Lisa will dupe her into self harm.

*SMACK*

There is no duping. Camila lands full force, squashing Lisa between herself and the corner buckles, the ring rattling a little from the collision. The impact throws Camila into a back roll, but she pops back up to her feet. Lisa isn’t so lucky, and winds up crumpled in a heap on the canvas.

Billy: Good lord! Camila is thrashing Lisa! This is just not right. It’s not fair.

Chris Avery: Lisa had options but she chose to fight, now she has live with the consequences.

Camila further agitates the crowd by mocking their downed hero by circling her while doing some MMA style shadow boxing and footwork, ending it with a poorly done Ali shuffle just as Lisa manages to get to her feet, still shaky. As Lisa turns toward her, Camila spins to give her the Bitch Slap treatment, but this time the fan favorite sees it coming and ducks under. From there, Lisa fires away at her, delivering a blistering salvo of forearm shots and knife edge chops across the chest, then whips her into the ropes and spikes her like a football with a Twisting Spinebuster on the rebound. A cover follows.

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2...

Shoulder up. Lisa rolls off, seemingly drained for the moment, her battered body having exerted too much, too quick in the comeback. Camila proves wise and rolls out of the ring to collect herself.

Billy: Finally Lisa got some offense in.

Chris Avery: But it may be too late. It took a lot out of her. I think Camila may have dinged her with an injury with that pre match beatdown outside the ring. Lisa wasn’t able to capitalize just now.

Truding to a stand, still on wobbly legs, Lisa darts across the ring and flings herself through the ropes at her bitter enemy.

*SMMAACK*

A Superkick greets the flying hero, sending her into a crash landing on the outside mats unmoving. Though the fans despise Camila, they give her a smattering of respect for the counter move before jeering her again. Scoffing back at them, Gonzalez reenters the ring and DEMANDS the referee count faster.

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4

5

6.. Lisa begins to stir

7... She finds the apron of the ring.

Camila: STUBBORN BITCH STAY DOWN!

Billy: Lisa’s getting up! I can’t believe it after what just happened.

Chris Avery: I thought for sure she was done. She has more guts than brains to continue this beating.

8... Lisa barely slides back into the ring, breaking the count.

Infuriated over this, Camila stalks her from the far side of the ring, tapping her knee and pointing at Foster, signaling it’s time to end it. As soon as Lisa scrambles up to her vertical base, Camila rushes at her and takes wing, jutting that knee out for her vaunted “Bitch Trigger” finisher.

MISS!

Lisa ducks under it. Undaunted, Camila hits the ropes and bounds back at her battered prey only to get hoisted overhead by the powerhouse. Camila screams in dismay as she’s paraded in a Military Press position over Lisa’s head for a brief moment before being hurled to the canvas with a reckoning. The ring shakes. The crowd goes wild. Lisa grabs at her ribs, having done more damage to herself while performing the move. The Goddess of Action Wrestling thrashes on the mat, clawing at her back while the fan favorite gets into position for one of her signature moves.

Billy: What a comeback! Lisa’s lining her up!

Chris Avery: She’s about to split Camila in half with that High Impact Spear.

Lisa roars toward her nemesis to prove Chris Avery’s words prophetic, but Camila sways out of the way at the last nanosecond, causing her to spear the steel tree that holds the buckles in place. A wail of agony escapes the crowd favorite as she pulls herself free clutching at her damaged shoulder. As she turns around, still in the corner, she is left defenseless to the incoming boot that knocks spittle out of her mouth and sends her crashing to the canvas.

Chris Avery: GOLDEN GLOBES from Camila! Oh my god Lisa’s head snapped so hard. That was vicious, I’ve never seen a Corner Yakuza Kick issued so brutally.

Billy: May she rest in peace, poor Lisa!

Camila covers her, hooks both legs, and does everything possible to make sure she doesn’t kick out.

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Two...

Thre-naaw, Lisa somehow, someway, kicks out… just barely at 2 and 99/100.

Camila is enraged and nearly punches the referee for counting too slow, but she regains her composure and turns her attention back to her overwhelmed and outmatched rival. She crouches as Lisa slowly, very slowly and crossed eyed uses the ropes for support just to be able to stand. As she turns around to ascertain where Camila is, she’s blasted full forced with a move she’s all too familiar with by now - Camila’s Spinning Back Fist. Lisa stiffens upright, eyes rolling up into her head, and her body leans against the ropes literally out on her feet. As she comes forward to make a nose dive for the mat, Camila cruelly spins again and demolishes her with a Rolling Elbow she’s perfected into a signature move, which sends Lisa spinning to the mat completely out cold.

Billy: Gosh damn it! Bitch Slapped followed by One and ONLY! Camila is toying with her now. Why isn’t she covering her? Lisa’s out.

Chris Avery: She wants to torture her and humiliate her that’s why. I’ve seen these types of people before.

Camila stands over her defeated foe but does not cover to make it official. Instead she demands the referee count Lisa out. The zebra shirt shoots her an odd look upon the request, but it’s technically legal so he obliges and commences it. As he begins, Camila shit talks the unconscious woman, and shit talks the fans who hit her with their verbal hatred in reply. When the striped shirt reaches the count of nine, Camila breaks the count, deciding the hateful fans need to see more of their hero being destroyed to drive the point home.

She peels Lisa from the mat by the hair of the head. It’s dead weight she maunevers, so it takes some strain, but once she gets her upright she props her up in the corner. From there, she sets off across the ring and charges headlong back at her adversary and takes flight, jutting her knee out in front of her with murderous intent. The sickening sound of knee to face echoes through the venue, sending the crowd into sickness and dismay. A quick pan of the front row shows several of the children sobbing and screaming “Please stop” at the horrible rich bitch.

Billy: Bitch Trigger! For the love of god, Camila, please just end this. You got your way this time. You attacked her before the bell even rang. How much is enough damn it?

Chris Avery: This isn’t a match, this is a massacre.

Camila’s eyes flutters to the children begging her to stop the match in vain. Of course, the entitled athlete doesn’t listen to the peasants. She grabs a handful of Lisa’s hair before lifting her face off the canvas for the children to see. They turn their faces away, not able to look at their hero be treated like trash. So, Camila being the bitch that she is, helps Lisa up again and throws her into the nearest corner where back becomes glued against the turnbuckles.

Chris Avery: I’ve never seen someone so obsessed with hurting another human being. Camila Gonzalez is showing the lowest scum-like behavior on the planet!

Billy: No shit sherlock! She’s definitely out of her mind; It’s like when she got called a Bum Bitch, it snapped her mentality into pieces.

Lisa’s eyes are barely staying open and she’s trying her best to stand up even with her firm grasps on each sides of the top rope. Camila starts leveling her ribs with back-to-back punches turning her flesh into jellow. She takes a moment to breathe and even disrespect the Los Angeles audience as they do their absolute best to support Lisa who is in dire need of it. Having her fun, she picks up Foster and sits her on the top turnbuckle.

Camila Gonzalez: Time to die you old BITCH!

Billy: What is wrong with her?! Camila, stop this NOW! You’re outta your GOD DAMN MIND! You sick son of a bitch!

Making her way on the middle turnbuckle, she places Lisa in that Superplex position by wrapping her left arm around the back of her head. A steady grip on her tights and like a spark of energy from God himself, Lisa lifts her off the middle rope and falls down to the canvas. An impromptu Avalanche Brainbuster sets the entire audience of the Staples Center off their feet as the two rivaling athletes are laid out in the center of the ring!

Chris Avery: AVALANCHE BRAINBUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Billy: YES! YES! YES! THE SIGNATURE BRAINBUSTER FROM ABOVE! COME ON LISA! THIS IS YOUR CHANCE! GET THE PIN ATTEMPT!

Lisa’s body doesn’t move for a moment and Camila’s laid out. The referee’s confused; He doesn’t know whether to stop the match or allow it until he sees Lisa crawling down on the mat with every inch to fight on. She gets closer and closer until finally, she can lay her right arm across her opponent’s chest. The referee slides down on the canvas and starts beating the mat for the pin attempt!

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Two...

Three...NO!

Camila shoots up her right shoulder shocking the fans in the arena. Lisa rolls over onto her back covering her face with both hands wondering how did that attempt to score the win didn’t work. She slaps her hand on the mat, barely makes her way over to the corner until using the ropes to slowly stand up again. With everyone off their seats and Los Angeles sending their energy, Lisa squats down waving her hand wanting to put this match away with the High Impact Spear again!

Lisa Foster: COME ON! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP CAMILA! GEEEEEEET UUUUUUUUP!

Billy: YES, CAMILA GONZALEZ IS FINALLY GOING TO EAT HER WORDS! YOU GOT THIS LISA! IT’S ALL UP TO YOU, END THIS PRISSY LITTLE BITCH AND WIN FOR ALL OF US!!!

Camila Gonzalez just rolls onto her chest, stands on her hands and knees then gets on her wobbly legs which can barely support her. Lisa’s pupils dilate, her teeth nearly break and she bursts out of that corner for a flash sprint to Camila. As she ducks for that High-Impact Spear, Camila’s reaction timing couldn’t be anymore perfect as she leaps up and clocks Lisa’s chin with the V-Trigger Knee Strike! Both ladies fall on their backs but Camila quickly goes for the pin hooking the leg up with all her might!

Chris Avery: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! THE BITCH-TRIGGER! OH MY GOD! CAMILA GONZALEZ WITH THE BITCH-TRIGGER!

Billy: NO! NO! NO! THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! PLEASE LORD, NOOO!

One...

Two...

Three!!!

Ding Ding Ding!

“Hypnotize” by The Notorious B.I.G. replays around the Staples Center followed by an ear-shattering amount of boos thrown to the ring. The referee checks on Camila who uses the last of her strength to stand on her own two feet given that she needs the ropes to keep her balance. She gets her arm raised in the center of the ring before bending down to mouth off to the temporarily subdued Lisa attended by the official.

Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner, Camila Gonzalez!

Chris Avery: Camila Gonzalez dominated most of the match but there were strong moments when Lisa Foster surprised her and even almost had the match won. I hope Lisa takes away from this experience just how much of a wrestler she is and Camila should be ashamed of herself for that type of behavior!

While Camila has left the ring in a joyous fashion, her entrance music ends and the referee helps Lisa who looks disappointed in herself. The audience of Los Angeles applause and cheers for her courage, her fighting spirit and most importantly, her morality. As she stands alone in the center of the ring, they are completely applauding her for being such a great wrestler no matter how bad she got hurt in the match.

Billy: Take your hat off to Lisa Foster. She took so much and still fought on to the very end. Which is most than what we can say for other wrestlers in the back. You have no reason to doubt yourself, you did amazing and we are proud of you.

Chris Avery: Camila may have won the match but Lisa has won the respect of Action Wrestling. We’re gonna cut to commercial as we prepare for our inaugural Action Wrestling World Championship main event!