(9/27/21) Monday Night Clash Sept 27, 2021 22:54:26 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on Sept 27, 2021 22:54:26 GMT -5
The pyro explodes welcoming us to Monday Night Clash!
Billy: Welcome ba-
BUT BILLY’S IMMEDIATELY CUT OFF BY THE CHEERS FROM THE CROWD AS ‘FOREVER’ BLASTS OUT THROUGH THE SPEAKERS!
Chris Avery: SHITFIRE-BAKER’S NOT EVEN WAITING FOR US TO GET THROUGH OUR INTRO!
Billy: HE’S GOT SOMETHING TO SAY AFTER THE #1 CONTENDER’S MAULING WE SAW LAST WEEK!
Graham Baker emerges through the crowd, slapping hands with the fans who’ve firmly gotten behind him going into this Uprising rematch. As he’s not competing, Baker’s dressed in a pair of black jeans, a white tank-top, and high-top skate shoes. Baker takes a few steps through the crowd, and someone offers him a can of beer as he goes to climb over the barricade. He takes it, takes a big swig, and hurls it into the crowd before sliding under the bottom rope and letting out a massive roar. He demands a microphone.
Graham Baker: LET’S NOT WASTE ANY [CENSORED] TIME, MINNEAPOLIS! You all know exactly why I’m [CENSORED] here!
The crowd gives a cheer in response as Baker paces back and forth around the ring.
Graham Baker: Lissie Hope wanted to duck me, wanted to duck even having to defend the title that she claims to be proud to have. She said I couldn’t beat that junkie-looking twink that hangs around her, and now Adler’s suffering from a severe case of the near-deaths. Pasternak came through, even if he ain’t in the past, and I’ve got a shot under my belt. Rest assured, short of an act of fucking God…
Baker gives a moment to let momentum build.
Graham Baker: I AM FACING LISSIE HOPE FOR MY BELT AT EXECUTION!
The crowd cheers.
Graham Baker: Now rest assured, I am well [CENSORED] aware that there are other factors at work here, that the puppetmasters who’ve been pulling Lissie’s strings are certainly praying on my downfall, but I’m not going to buy into that. I’m not going to play those games. This ain’t Philidor’s show anymore, and you can feel that their frail hand is growing looser and looser on the neck of this company with each passing week. I’ve got some real hard hitting mother[CENSORED] in the locker room now, and we’re getting tired of this. It’s time we rise up. It’s time we start doing something.
Baker holds his breath for a moment as he contemplates his next words.
Graham Baker: And for me, it starts with the woman I’m facing at Execution. Other than some [CENSORED] twitter barbs to my [CENSORED] spine, you’ve still been quiet. You’ve been shakin’ in your little boots. Where’s the woman who taunted me last week? Where’s the woman who claimed that she did this [CENSORED] all on her own? Did she dip out when Cass got sent to the OR? You had big talk before, but now you’ve only got some twitter fingers, and you’re looking pretty bold for someone in VORING DISTANCE.
Billy: What does that mean, Chris?
Chris Avery: I don’t-
Graham Baker: So COME ON OUT, LISSIE! Come out from backstage, from coddling the catatonic WRECK you tried to convince yourself could BEAT ME! COME ON OUT!
Baker drops the microphone to the ground, standing back.
I’m the baaaaaaaad guuuuuuuuy…
Billy: Holy smokes, here she comes!
Chris Avery: She’s answering the call!
“Bad Guy” by Billie Eilish hits as energy in the crowd grows even more chaotic. The fans start booing as Lissie Hope appears at the top of the entrance ramp, her United States Championship draped over her shoulder. She grins at Baker, who’s urging her to come down to the ring. But Lissie stays at the top of the ramp.
Lissie Hope: Oh shut the [CENSORED] up already.
The fans ignite with boos but Lissie is trying to ignore them.
Lissie Hope: You think I’m afraid of you? I’ve beaten monsters and menaces far more terrifying than you, Graham. I’ve stood face to face with demons and I’ve survived. You have no idea clue what goes on in my brain, what the hell I’ve been through, so don’t you dare try to psychoanalyze me --
She pauses, releasing some of the anger felt in her tone by shaking out her fingertips.
Lissie Hope: Besides…
Her mouth curves upward into a grin.
Lissie Hope: Why would I be afraid of someone I’ve already laid in the dirt? You’re no match for me, Baker. You’re boring. A retread. You needed Corey Black to beat me last year, and when you realized you didn’t have daddy to look up to - to count on - you failed when it mattered most. When your United States Championship was on the line.
Lissie Hope: And now it’s mine.
She smirks, but Graham Baker stands in the ring, finally bringing the microphone up to his lips.
Graham Baker: Get your ass down here.
The crowd erupts with cheers.
Chris Avery: Baker has no interest in listening to Lissie! He wants to fight, right here, right now!
Billy: This is a different kind of enemy for Lissie! She’s always been targeted with mind games - from Dandy DiVito to Corey Bull to James Nightingale - but this is different!
Chris Avery: These two just want to spill blood!
Lissie Hope: Is that what you want, Graham? Is that what all of you want?
She turns her attention to the crowd, who are screaming with intensity.
Lissie Hope: Fine, let’s [CENSORED] go.
Lissie Hope starts storming down the ramp, her boots slamming on the steel stage. Graham drops his microphone and backs up a step, challenging her to step in the ring. As Lissie nears the apron, she hesitates, instead choosing to use the stairs, slowly one step at a time.
Lissie Hope: How does it feel, Graham?
Graham Baker: How does WHAT feel?
Lissie Hope: To have everything important to you… stolen from you? To give your body, to give your life to this industry, only for them to turn and look in an another direction when you don’t have anything left to give? I know what that feels like, Graham. I feel it in my bones everyday.
She climbs up to the ring apron, now standing at eye level with Graham in the ring. He backs up a step to show her he’s listening, that he won’t attack as she enters.
Lissie Hope: But here’s the difference between us. We can both give ourselves to professional wrestling, we can put our bodies on the line, we can rattle our brains into mush, we can spend nights in hospitals watching doctors piece us back together - but what has it ever given back to you, Graham? I’m here, holding this gold, and you’re in there -- empty handed.
Lissie steps between the ropes cautiously.
Lissie Hope: I can leave Action Wrestling tomorrow, and the world would be devastated. I mean something to this industry; way more than you ever will anyway. All the talking heads would be asking the “what-if’s”, they would call it a career ended too early. They - and you - KNOW that I have so much to offer, that I’ve only scratched the surface. But if I were to leave Action Wrestling tomorrow, I would still have my gym. I would still have the support of Philidor Holdings. If you were to leave -- you would have nothing. And no one would give a shit.
This draws Graham towards her and now they’re face to face, forehead to forehead, speaking to each other with hatred and intensity.
Chris Avery: THIS COULD GET UGLY IN A HURRY!
Billy: THERE’S SO MUCH ANIMOSITY IN THE RING RIGHT NOW!
But before they come to blows, they are interrupted by Alexander Pasternak on the stage. Graham’s eyes veer in his direction and Lissie palms his forehead, pushing his face backwards! Graham lunges with an overhand but Lissie drops to her back and slides out of the ring!
GM Pasternak: ENOUGH!
His gritty voice echoes in the arena, and the crowd silences as Lissie and Graham’s eyes look towards the stage.
GM Pasternak: I’ve had enough of you two threatening each other, fighting each other, arguing with each other. This ends tonight! Neither of you will lay a hand on the other -- or there WILL be consequences!
The fans cheer as Graham looks on with intrigue. Lissie smirks at the announcement.
GM Pasternak: Graham, if you lay a hand on Lissie between now and Execution… you are no longer the number one contender. Do you understand me?
Graham bangs his hand on the top turnbuckle in anger as Lissie laughs coldly. She brings her microphone back up to her lips.
Lissie Hope: Since we all know Graham’s a moron with a short attention span, we can assume he’s going to screw up his chance, and in that case… I want Bacchus!
The crowd erupts with cheers at the mention. They start a #TOONSQUAD chant.
GM Pasternak: I know that’s what you want, Lissie…
She nods her head in agreement.
GM Pasternak: But that’s not what you’re gonna get. Besides, I’ve already got plans for Johnny Bacchus.
Lissie looks disappointed, but then her eyes dart back towards an enraged Graham Baker.
GM Pasternak: Listen to me, Lissie, you’re not getting off scot free. There will be consequences for you too, Lissie --
The crowd gets louder as Lissie’s stunned expression sours.
GM Pasternak: If you - OR Cassidy - lay a hand on Graham before Execution?
GM Pasternak: You will be STRIPPED of the United States Championship! Don’t you dare test me, Lissie. I’m not playing with you.
His music hits and he continues watching the ring as Lissie and Graham mouth words to each other as AW fades to commercial.