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Post by Action Reel on Oct 11, 2021 23:57:02 GMT -5
“Angry Heart” by Otherwise hits on the P.A. system, a few green strobes kicking off right after the show’s intro lights. Billy: Looks like we’re starting this crazy night off with our AW World Champion Carter Shaw!Chris Avery: He’s got a BIG title defense coming up at Execution, and last week he took an aggressive upper hand, busting Dandy open and then some in a vicious assault.Shaw appears at the top of the entrance ramp with a slow swagger as BOOs rain down from the crowd. In tow is the towering frame of Peter Garvey. Both men are dressed for business, Shaw wearing all black while Garvey pops with a bit of Philidor blue. Shaw unbuttons the suit jacket and holds it slowly open, revealing not only the gold plate around his waist, but also the Death. Taxes. Shaw Beats Dandy. T-shirt. The two begin to make their way down to the ring, chins held high. Billy: The champ looks awfully proud of himself.Chris Avery: Well I suppose he should be. We STILL haven’t received word on Dandy’s medical condition after that beatdown. Last we heard, his status for Execution was actually in question. Shaw’s always looking for that advantage.The champ is in the ring, circling a bit as he makes sporadic eye contact with the booing crowd but mainly keeps his focus on Garvey and himself. As he takes to the center of the ring with a mic in hand, he unclips the belt from his waist, holds it up towards the crowd one time proudly, and drapes it over the large shoulder of Peter Garvey for safe keeping. Carter Shaw: Death.He points at his shirt, his music dying down but the crowd keeping the heat flowing appropriately. Carter Shaw: Taxes.He points at the second line of the shirt. Carter Shaw: Shaw Beats Dandy.He points at himself and then points to the back, his facial expression intense, yet calm. Carter Shaw: Alot of people like to say that they ‘don’t like surprises’. Well if you meant it all along, then SHAW VS DANDY IS FOR YOU. Because there are no surprises to be had here. There’s no usurp. No redemption. No return to the top for Dandy DiVito. Last week, I had to make a statement that left a little more than a bruise, because as we all know, there is NOBODY in Action Wrestling more hard-headed than Dandy DiVito. I LEFT DANDY LAYING. BECAUSE SOMEBODY HAD TO.The boos rise as Shaw’s voice rises with it, the champ becoming a little more animate as he hypes himself up over his own actions. He turns and slaps the title belt on Garvey’s shoulder. Carter Shaw: I’M YOUR AW World Champion, the year of 2021 has been almost entirely mine, the year of 2021 has been BROUGHT TO YOU by Philidor Holdings L.L.C. and my fingerprints are on SO MUCH MORE than just this World Title. Who’s idea do you think it was to have DANDY and KEMP do battle for the opportunity in the first place? You think that was Pasternak? Please, that guy can’t pick a number one contender if you gave him a fuckin rolladex. And seeing as we have no competent management, allow ME to do the honors of saying I’ve got a medical update for you all to Dandy Divito, the ‘next in line’...He takes a few slow steps towards the hard cam. Carter Shaw: Dandy is NOT medically cleared for Execution. The list of injuries includes lacerations, bruises, a sprain or two, but most importantly, we’re looking at another Broken Ego confirmed by X-rays. Identity Crisis confirmed by a CAT Scan. Ladies and gentlemen, you will NOT see Shaw Vs Dandy at Execution because, it turns out, I already beat him last week on Clash. Shaw Beat Dandy.He walks an excited circle around Garvey as he speaks, putting on a voice as if he were giving an inspirational speech. Carter Shaw: The sun sets, the sun rises. Time marches forward. We breathe, we love, we lose. Death. Taxes. Shaw Beats Dandy. Pardon the lack of surprise.Shaw flicks the microphone forward as he asks Garvey to hold up the title. “Angry Heart” By Otherwise hits once more as Shaw poses for a moment in front of the lifted gold. Garvey smirks a bit, but otherwise nails his role of silent shadow as the two make their way back up the ramp, Shaw yelling quips at various fans about not getting to see Shaw Vs Dandy again. Billy: According to our World Champ, Dandy is still not medically cleared for Execution!Chris Avery: I don’t know that he’s the most trusted new source, Billy. Philidor is like the National Enquirer of AW.Billy: Well, true or not, he’s clearly VERY confident about his ‘upper hand’. And how about Garvey holding that title behind Shaw?Chris Avery: Well, nobody’s played more of a part of Shaw being World Champ then Pe--The mic cuts out a bit as the crowd turns their boos for Carter Shaw back to cheers for the exciting Monday Night Clash ahead!
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 11, 2021 23:58:54 GMT -5
Markus Michael vs. Josiah Howard
We cut backstage.. Markus Michael is being picked up by Hippo Harry Diderot! Billy: What the hell?!Hippo bodyslams Markus onto the cement ground! Officials come rushing over and Hippo has had enough! Chris Avery: What the hell was that about?!The Milk Crate Boys come flying over but Hippo is backed away by more officials. They tend to their fallen leader Markus who tries to shake off a few brothers and dudes out but just can't come to. We take a commercial break.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 11, 2021 23:59:24 GMT -5
GM Pasternak has announcements…
We return as “Dots and Dashes” by Silverspun Pick-Ups begins to play. Chris Avery: The GM is here!Billy: This oughta be big!Alexander Pasternak casually enters the stage with a microphone in his hand. He walks down the ramp, strutting and not paying much attention to the crowd, before he comes to the ring. After climbing in (careful to wipe his shoes on the apron first), he looks around at the reacting fans before speaking. Alexander Pasternak: This company is growing out of control.There is a mixed reaction – but a reaction, nonetheless – from the crowd. Pasternak frowns. Alexander Pasternak: Regardless of the choices that brought us here, I need to restore order. There are rumors our Execution World Title Match isn’t going to happen, and I assure you I’m working to get to the bottom of that. Beyond that, we’ve heard the uproar – we know the criticism. We’ve also heard the talk in the back and on Twitter, so I’d like to respond to some of it. Mister Williams: no, I don’t know if Lissie Hope has ever “been in a gang fight”. And I don’t want to.The crowd boos! Pasternak frowns. Chris Avery: Sounds like the fans don’t appreciate a certain double standard being applies.Billy: Ya know, Chris, I think “all fair in love and war”, but I bet we agree what people are upset about.Pasternak raises his microphone to continue. Alexander Pasternak: In that same breath, I don’t want to know if Miss Hope has either. I hear your calls of bull[CENSORED]. I know you think there’s double standards and I’m enabling a certain group. You’re not wrong to feel that.Pasternak pauses, soaking in the reaction. Alexander Pasternak: So I want to change that. I’m gonna add some stakes to the main event tonight that everyone wanted.The crowd cheers! Billy: Steaks?! I love steaks!Chris Avery: Not that kind.Pasternak continues. Alexander Pasternak: Johnny Bacchus. I hope you’re listening because against my better judgement, this involves you.The crowd cheers! Pasternak frowns. Alexander Pasternak: Lissie wants you, and she’s got you. Don’t think I didn’t see your involvement in her match against Graham Baker a few weeks ago. I want to confirm: interference will not be tolerated. So…He trails off. The crowd cheers. Alexander Pasternak: …if you want to help Baker? You got it. If the team of Johnny Bacchus and Addy A beats Lissie Hope and Cassidy Adler tonight? Graham Baker will face Lissie in a place where there can be no interference: the Execution Cage!The crowd ROARS! Billy: The Execution Cage?!Chris Avery: Only reserved for the bitterest of feuds. Billy, if any match demands this sort of environment – so hellish and so isolated from outside involvement – it’s Lissie Hope vs. Graham Baker!The crowd continues to pop and chant for Baker! Pasternak closes his eyes and shakes his head. Alexander Pasternak: DO YOU BELIEVE IN GRAHAM BAKER AND JOHNNY BACCHUS?!The crowd ROARS even LOUDER! Crowd: WE BEL-IEVE IN BA-KER! WE BEL-IEVE IN JOH-NNY! WE BEL-IEVE IN BA-KER! WE BEL-IEVE IN JOH-NNY! WE BEL-IEVE IN BA-KER! WE BEL-IEVE IN JOH-NNY!Chants and synchronized claps echo through the arena. Pasternak smiles wryly. Alexander Pasternak: Then it’s settled! Bacchus – if you want so badly to help people – you can aide Graham tonight IF you win the match!The crowd cheers! Alexander Pasternak: And Graham Baker…A hush settles. Alexander Pasternak: Your stipulation isn’t over. If you want to face Lissie Hope next week, you CAN’T lay a hand on her! You wanna repay Bacchus and make sure things are clear? You do that. Hell, he has Addy A coming up to help him, too! But you will NOT touch Lissie Hope. Not will any of your friends besides Johnny Bacchus and Addy A. But Lissie? If you or any of YOUR friends touch Graham or Johnny and Addy, the choice is out of your hands – you WILL face Graham in the Execution Cage!The crowd cheers! Pasternak soaks it in. Alexander Pasternak: I hope this clears things up. I will have order on this show – that goes for both Baker and Bacchus as well as Philidor. At Execution? Do whatever the hell you want.The fans go wild. Alexander Pasternak: While I’m out here making announcements for Execution, let me address a couple other people in the Action Wrestling locker room! For weeks now, we’ve seen Dune and Spencer Adams circling each other, Dune attacking Spencer, matches ruined. I don’t know about you all, but I’m sick of it! Tonight, we’re going to solve this issue. We’re going to-The lights cut out and when they come back on Dune is in the ring, met with a mixed crowd reaction. Pasternak stands his ground and looks up at the hulking figure. Alexander Pasternak: Nice of you to join us. Let’s get that other guy down here, shall we?No. 99 by Joey Bada$$ hits and the crowd goes berserk. Spencer runs down the ramp in full sprint and slides in. Once he gets to his feet, Dune swings with a right hand. Spencer answers back with one of his own and the two breakout into full chaos mode. Alexander Pasternak: ENOUGH! THAT’S ENOUGH!Pasta motions for security as Spencer and Dune brawl to the outside. A swarm of black polo enforcers comes towards them and Dune unloads. Boots, clotheslines, uppercuts, scoop slams and in the blink of an eye, Pasta’s backup is wiped out. Spencer comes back at Dune, leaping through the air with a stiff elbow across the temple that slightly dazes his rival. He goes for another and Dune meets him with a big right that sends Spencer to the mat outside. He goes to pull Badmon back to his feet and Pasta loses it. Alexander Pasternak: DUNE! YOU WANT SPENCER ADAMS?! YOU’VE GOT IT! At Execution, it will be Dune versus Spencer Adams!The crowd cheers and Dune hesitates for a moment as he lurches over a downed Spencer he looks back towards Pasta and grabs Spencer by the ankles. Alexander Pasternak: DID YOU HEAR ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH?! YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED!Dune’s eyes remain locked as he lifts and swings, sending Spencer’s midsection into the outside ring post for a nasty collision. Pasta waves his arms to signal for another wave of backup, this time with medics as well. Rather than saying another word or follow up, Dune simply walks away around the ring and back up the ramp. Billy: Strong words.Chris Avery: Strong words, indeed. Let’s hope they have some weight on an explosive main event tonight.We go to commercial. The McRib is back soon.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:03:45 GMT -5
Apokalypse vs. Bryan Williams Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, he weighs in at 207 lbs... BRYAN WILLIAMS!!♫ GINGER, THIS IS SARAH. PICK UP IF YOU'RE THERE. I'M AT THIS PLACE ON PICO BOULEVARD CALLED TECH NOIR... ♫ The introduction of the song is sudden, we hear an ominous tone that follows the Terminator line. The keys are dragged out, lingering in the air as the song gets to a slow start. Seconds pass, as a backing track is finally introduced along with the lengthy notes. Eventually, after a minute, the song really kicks into gear. Neon strobe lights flash along with the beat, a shadowy figure keeps in the darkness. Slowly, we see Bryan Williams methodically walk out from the back. He's dressed for a fight, his jacket covering his torso and his baseball bat in hand. It rests comfortably on his shoulder as it keeps its dangerous message. The (animal) mask on his head stays contrasted with the neon lights and the darkness. Bryan keeps his head low, as the song continues to play along. The techno beat ramping up more and more, as the lights around him shimmer and dance. The song continues to play, as Bryan stands on the top of the ramp. With his head down, Bryan lets the baseball bat fall from his shoulder, the weight of the bat being pulled towards the ground. His head snaps forward, as he slowly begins to make his way down towards the ring. Chris Avery: There is something deeply unsettling about Williams, from the animal masks in his entrance to his ice-cold demeanor, but he has proven himself very effective.Adilene Floyd: And his opponent...The lights suddenly go red and start flashing as "Progenies of The Great Apokalypse" by Dimmu Borgir starts to play throughout the arena. Apokalypse methodically walks out from backstage and glares out at the fans in attendance before rushing toward the ring. Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring... weighing in at 275 pounds... HE... IS... APOKALYPSE!Once he reaches the ring, he slides in quickly and stands up in the center of the ring, again glaring out at the fans. Billy: I'm so scurred I poo'ed a little!!Chris Avery: He is a terrifying man.Williams and Apokalypse walk out towards the center of the ring where they go face to face to an even louder ovation from the crowd. No words are spoken between the two, it's sheer intensity as they step back before circling each other as the ovation gets louder and louder. The two lock up center ring! Apokalypse and Williams jockey for position, neither man is able to gain the opening edge, and then Apokalypse throws Williams to the mat. Williams comes up, looking deadpan and not rattled, and he wipes his mouth and says "okay" softly. Chris Avery: Williams is giving up a hell of a lot of size and strength advantage going against the big man!Williams and Apokalypse circle around each other again and lock up once again. They continue to jockey for position with each other, yet this time Williams locks in a side headlock. Williams cranks down on the head of Apokalypse before he's backed up into the ropes. Apokalypse flings Williams across the ring with a Biel throw. Williams looks back up with an impassive expression on his face and gets back up like a machine. He shoots in towards Apokalypse again, but this time he ducks through the giant outstretched arms and weaves around to the side. Apokalypse turns, and eats a fist to the face, and then more flying fists and boots, backing him up. Apokalypse swats at Williams, but Williams is using stick and move tactics to the best of his ability, even more than usual. Chris Avery: Williams is doing his best to keep the big man off balance.Billy: Where is Sara Pettis at?? Ain't he her daddy?Chris Avery: We still don't know the exact connection between all of them, only that they've promised "Dark Days Ahead"... but, no, Sara Pettis isn't here tonight.Williams runs towards the ropes and as he bounces off he latches on to the top rope as Apokalypse clinches his fist. Williams stops himself from running into another shot. He circles around Apokalypse again, and Apokalypse motions for him to come on. The crowd is red hot as Williams walks back out to the center of the ring where they circle each other a third time before locking up center ring. Again they jockey for position before it's Apokalypse who latches on to a side head lock. Williams backs Apokalypse up against the ropes and when he attempts to shoot Apokalypse across the ring, Apokalypse doesn't let go of the side headlock and yanks Williams back out towards the middle of the ring. Apokalypse takes Williams down to the mat with a side headlock take over! Williams's shoulders hit the mat. However, Williams cranks a shoulder up before it can even be considered a pin. Williams rolls off the mat while Apokalypse still has a firm grasp on his head. Williams starts to working his way back to his feet where he hammers Apokalypse with a forearm to the ribs, he lands a second forearm before hoisting Apokalypse up in the air looking to back suplex the big man, but Apokalypse uses his mass to push down, landing on top of Williams and taking him to the mat. Again, the referee gets down into position to count, but before he even gets to a one, Williams kicks out, and both men are quickly to a vertical base. Chris Avery: Still in the feelling out process, but Williams is holding his own here!Billy: Bet they're gonna go backstage and share each other tips on how to make a dress out of women's hair, like real pals!!Chris Avery: I doubt there's going to be any camaraderie between these two individuals after this is over.Williams and Apokalypse walk back out to the center of the ring where they attempt to lock up. Williams ducks out of the way while taking a back waist lock before he performs an amateur takedown, driving the giant down to the mat on his chest. Williams floats around into a front face lock before driving knees into the skull of Apokalypse. Williams lands three knees before Apokalypse counters his way out with a reverse hammer lock which he transitions into a front face lock of his own! The crowd roars as Apokalypse starts kneeing Williams in the skull. Apokalypse lands three knees before paintbrush slapping Williams across the back of the head to a massive ovation. Apokalypse reaches his feet with a smile across his face, whereas Williams is on his knees with a look of cold warning. Billy: Not many people wanna try to get into his head, it's not a place anyone would want to go!Williams gets back to his feet. He and Apokalypse look to lock up only to have Williams kick Apokalypse in the midsection before raking him across both eyes. Williams starts to open up on Apokalypse with right hands to the face before lacing him across the chest with a stiff knife edge chop that sends Apokalypse back into a neutral corner. Williams comes towards the corner where he catches the right boot of Apokalypse, he throws it back to the mat before hammering Apokalypse with another right hand. Williams laces Apokalypse across the chest with another knife edge chop before biting Apokalypse across the bridge of the nose! The crowd boo's loudly as the referee starts to lay the count to Williams for pounding Apokalypse in the corner. Williams releases the bite before bringing Apokalypse towards the ropes. He sends Apokalypse across the ring with an irish whip, Apokalypse bounces off the ropes where he mows over Williams with a running shoulder block that sends Williams to his back. Apokalypse charges towards the opposite ropes, he bounces off as Williams rolls over to his chest, Apokalypse leaps over Williams and bounces off the near side, Williams springs to his feet where he looks to deliver a hip toss, Apokalypse counters the hip toss with one of his own! Williams is quickly to his knee's as Apokalypse is ready for more. Billy: Get the hell out, next thing he's gonna be doing a swan dive plancha into a 720 shooting star dick flip!!Chris Avery: Impressive athleticism from both men!Williams stands back to a vertical base before meeting Apokalypse with a kick to the side of the head. Apokalypse gets to his feet, and Williams dodges out of the way yet again, this time bailing out to the outside of the ring and standing there, calmly watching. Horacio Mortimer, around the corner in the aisle across the way from Williams, shouts at him to get back in there. Williams simply fixes Mortimer with a look that makes the manager yelp. Williams doesn't boast or taunt, he simply awaits Apokalypse on the outside. The referee is so unnerved he doesn't even start a count yet. Apokalypse, annoyed, grips the top rope in frustration. Gritting his teeth with a look of "Fine, let's do this," he steps over the top rope and drops to the outside, going after Williams. Williams is already back on the inside by then, however. Williams just looks at Apokalypse with that calculating, icy glance. Apokalypse slaps his hands on the apron, as if to say "Dammit enough already!" And he climbs on the apron, about to swing a leg over the top rope when Williams comes in with a boot to the kneecap that takes the giant off balance. Apokalypse loses his footing on the apron and drops down a level, and as he falls he cracks jaw first on the apron, the hardest part. The crowd groans, and Apokalypse's head lolls for a second, dazed. Williams escapes the ring again, this time on the other side. Chris Avery: I think Williams is using sort of guerilla, hit and run tactics to wear the big man down.Apokalypse shakes his head, turning around and yelling for Williams. He rounds the corner and then Williams comes from by the announce tables, and Apokalypse turns and eats a leaping knee! Apokalypse stumbles back, and Williams's furious assault of boots and punches continues. Williams then grips the hair of the big man, walks him over and slams his head off the announce table, as the announcers throw their hands up in horror. Apokalypse takes a few rasping breaths. Williams pounds on his back a few more times. Then, suddenly Apokalypse wraps his arms around Williams's waist and runs him backwards, charging across the aisle and smashing Williams into the ring apron! Williams's face contorts and he lets out a yell of pain. Apokalypse keeps his arms wrapped around Williams, pulls back a few steps and then there's ANOTHER hard hitting collision, ramming the small of Williams's back into the edge of the apron. Williams falls limp, and Apokalypse throws him into the ring. Williams holds his back, and Apokalypse confidently gets back into the ring. Chris Avery: That action got a little too close for my liking.Billy: Dammit, why is it always our table? They spilled my water and ruined what I'm assuming are your important papers.Apokalypse, again booting Williams in the back of the head, yells for him to get up. He pulls Williams up, but Williams breaks free and gives Apok a jawbreaker. As Apokalypse stumbles backwards, holding his temple, Williams runs in and gives Apokalypse a kick to the midsection, followed by three chops across Apokalypse's chest until the big man grabs Williams around the throat and tosses him into the corner. Williams bounces out of the corner and chops Apokalypse across the chest again and again, before kicking him in the midsection and mixing it up with more chops until Apokalypse himself has been backed up into a corner. Once in the corner, Williams kicks Apokalypse in the midsection to stoop him over before plowing away on his head with an aggressive flurry of punches. Apokalypse begins covering his head and immediately Williams begins landing punches to his body, mixing it with kicks until the ref tells them to get out of the corner. Williams immediately backs away, as well as simply beckoning Apokalypse to come on. Apokalypse stands in the corner mouthing at Williams, slowly getting into Williams's head as well, as Williams begins to get impatient at Apokalypse's not wanting to meet him in the middle of the ring. Williams then begins to square away with Apokalypse and as he begins to move in for the corner, Apokalypse walks out, and they both begin circling the ring. Williams and Apokalypse thwart off each other's grapple attempts until Williams grabs Apokalypse's hand and twists it around into a wristlock. He spins the wristlock into a harsh armwringer takedown that plants Apokalypse into the mat, face first, holding his shoulder. Williams lifts Apokalypse back up, applying another wristlock and twisting it, then lifting up, as if attempting to dislocate Apokalypse's shoulder. Apokalypse then quickly turns into the wristlock and with his free hand grabs Williams underneath his arm before throwing him off with a hiptoss. Williams rolls up to one knee in the corner and looks back at Apokalypse. Williams charges at Apokalypse, and is stopped in his tracks by a boot to the midsection, and then dropped by a snap suplex executed quicker than a flash. Apokalypse lifts Williams back up and hooks both of Williams's arms close to his body, and he starts giving him multiple headbutts. Finally, with Williams limp in his arms, Apokalypse dumps him with a quick belly to belly suplex. He goes for a cover. One... Two... Kickout. Williams waits until Apokalypse lifts him up and he rakes his eyes. Williams then grips Apokalypse by the back of his head and dumps him out of the ring. As he walks out, he lifts Apokalypse up and bounces his head off the apron. Williams walks Apokalypse down the aisle by the back of the head, and goes to bounce his head off the steel steps. Apokalypse straightens his arms and blocks, then he elbows Williams in the gut and flings him across the steel steps. Williams pulls himself back up, and Apokalypse gives him a few right hands. He knees Williams in the midsection and gives him a Russian legsweep into the guardrail. The official tells both men to get in the ring. Apokalypse runs a thumb across his throat, lifts Williams up and hooks him between his legs. He goes to give Williams a piledriver on the concrete. However, Williams gives the big man a backdrop. Apokalypse hits the concrete floor and rolls around, holding his back. Williams starts climbing onto the apron. Apokalypse sits up, holding his back, and then Williams runs across the apron and flies off, coming down into the aisle with a two-footed dropkick to the chest of the seated Apokalypse. The crowd is shocked. Chris Avery: I think Williams might have caved in Apokalypse's chest cavity with that kick!Williams takes a second to recover, and then he steps to his feet. He goes to lift up Apokalypse, trying to lift the bulky heavyweight. Apokalypse takes Williams down with a double leg take down. He takes the mount position and begins pounding the face of Williams with both fists! Chris Avery: Apokalypse roars to life on the outside, he's battering Williams in a way I've never seen anyone do!Billy: I think the Apocalypse is... now... ish!Apokalypse continues to hammer away at the face of Williams before getting to a vertical base where he picks Williams up off the mat and throws him right into the ring. Apokalypse has to take a second to rub his chest as he draws in some air, Williams did some serious damage. Then Apokalypse gets back into the ring. Apokalypse pulls his opponent up by an arm and fires Williams across the ring with an irish whip, Williams bounces off the ropes and into the grasp of Apokalypse who takes Williams to the mat with an over head belly to belly release suplex! Williams rolls out to the floor, yet again. Apokalypse shouts at him, knowing this is another tactic, and he makes his way towards the ropes only to be cut off by the official which draws boo's from the crowd. Williams gets to his knees on the outside, and he stands, recovering on the outside as Apokalypse is moved back across the ring. The referee starts to lay the count to Williams. At his five count Williams climbs back up on the ring apron before stepping back through the ropes. Chris Avery: Williams is showing a lot of patience and fortitude here, even when the match isn't going his way.Billy: That boy's slippery as a greased up weasel!!Apokalypse and Williams circle each other once again before locking up center ring. Apokalypse takes a back waist lock only to have Williams pull them across the ring and into the ropes. As the referee asks for the break Williams swings a back elbow connecting to the temple drawing loud boo's from the crowd. Apokalypse staggers out towards the middle of the ring. The referee admonishes Williams but Williams blows past him as he opens up with right hands before delivering a boot to the midsection that doubles Apokalypse over. Williams grips the hair of Apokalypse before drilling him with a sitout inverted DDT. Chris Avery: Shotgun Mouthwash connects!Williams covers... One.... Two... Kickout. Williams doesn't lose his focus, begins lacing curved knee lifts into the side and temple of Apokalypse. He goes to lift the big man up, hooking him for a Cross Rhodes, but Apokalypse converts it into a side suplex, dumping Williams like a sack of potatoes before laying on the mat, blinking and shaking the cobwebs out. Apokalypse gets a snarl on his face, and begins pushing himself up. He reaches down, picking Williams up off the mat. Apokalypse delivers a stiff kick to the right quad before snaking a knee to the midsection doubling Williams over. Apokalypse takes a side waist lock before delivering a gut wrench sit out powerbomb The crowd roars as Apokalypse makes the cover on Williams! One... Two... Williams shoots a shoulder off the mat to a gasp from the crowd. Apokalypse is the first to his feet where he reaches down picking Williams up off the mat. Apokalypse takes Williams back into a neutral corner where he drills Williams with a shoulder block to the midsection. Apokalypse delivers a European uppercut to Williams before sending him sailing across the ring and into the opposite buckles. Apokalypse charges in after Williams where he eats a reverse elbow to the jaw that staggers Apokalypse back out towards the middle of the ring. Williams steps up to the middle turnbuckle where he leaps off delivering a blockbuster to Apokalypse. Williams quickly makes the cover hooking the nearest leg. One... Two... Kickout. Williams starts working his way back to a vertical base where he takes the right leg of Apokalypse, Williams twists around the knee before picking up the other leg where he locks in a figure four leg lock. Williams cranks back on the figure four as the referee asks Apokalypse to surrender. Apokalypse refuses. Williams is close enough to the ropes to reach out and latch on to the middle rope applying more pressure. Apokalypse screams out in pain as the referee is once again asking him to surrender. The crowd boo's loudly as Williams releases the ropes before the referee catches him in the act. The referee asks Apokalypse to give up, but he refuses. Williams relinquishes the hold. Not a submission expert, but his intent wasn't to get a tap out as much as it was to do damage. Williams reaches down picking the right leg of Apokalypse up off the mat before stomping away at the knee cap. The crowd roars with boo's Williams assaults the right knee of Apokalypse with stomps, but suddenly Apokalypse rolls him into an inside cradle. One... Two... Kickout. Chris Avery: Williams nearly got caught there!Billy: Apokalypse wants to make a statement here, mark himself as the head honcho of Dark Days Ahead and the man to beat.Williams beats Apokalypse to his feet where he charges towards him looking for a clothesline only to be met by an STO from Apokalypse! Apokalypse makes a quick cover hooking the near leg. One... Two... Kickout. Fast and furious, Williams kicks out and the action continues. Apokalypse reaches his feet with a noticeable limp. He shakes his right leg and knee out before making his way to Williams. Apokalypse picks up Williams, setting him up for a fireman's carry facebuster, but Williams kicks his legs and slips out the back door, coming behind Apokalypse with a savage chop block to the back of the knee of the big man. Apokalypse yells and holds his leg as he goes down, and Williams takes the opportunity of Apok being cut down a peg to grip his head and hit a Cross Rhodes. He covers after. Chris Avery: Solar Flare Homicide!One... Two... Three!! DNIG DING DING Billy: Williams wins!Chris Avery: A huge win for Bryan Williams!
Williams staggers up but comes to and the ref raises his hand in victory. Billy: The future is bright for Bryan Williams!We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:05:34 GMT -5
Denzel Porter Interviews: Johnny Bacchus
The scene cuts to show Denzel Porter sitting in a chair with a backdrop behind him that reads, ‘THE DENZEL PORTER SHOW’. He’s got a mic in hand, ready to make his debut in front of the Action Wrestling cameras. Denzel Porter: Welcome to the Denzel Porter show. I am coming to you live here in Des Moines, Iowa, For Action Wrestling Presents: Monday Night Clash and Cruiser Clash! Now le.me introduce to for the reason I am here today He is you AW Hardcore Champion and is UNDEFEATED since he debuted back in late January, ladies and gentlemen I give you “Obnoxious” Johnny Bacchus!!!A house band rendition of “Flagpole Sitta” as Johnny walks, waving to our beautiful studio audience (is there a studio audience? There should be a studio audience) with a reluctant smile on his face. He’s in his entrance attire – a floppy ushanka hat and oversized white sunglasses obscuring a portion of his face and the Hardcore Championship over his shoulder. As he sits down, he removes the hat and sunglasses, and then he picks up the microphone. Johnny Bacchus: Hey Denz, thanks for having me.Denzel Porter: Thank you for agreeing to do this sit-down interview with me. I've been following you for some time now throughout your young career, and I just had to sit down with someone as exceptional as yourself.Johnny grins sheepishly. Johnny Bacchus: Flattery will get you everywhere. It’s mutual – I’m a big fan of your grind on behalf of our industry.Denzel Porter: Why, thank you, Jonny, You are too kind, but I enjoy doing this for talent like yourself. Now for the fans at home who might not be familiar with your career, can you tell us how you got started in Action Wrestling?Johnny Bacchus: Well, it’s kind of a funny story, Denz. So I was working at the big Ikea over in Emeryville when the pandemic happened, and when everything shut down, I started collecting UI like everyone. The job sucked ass, so when it reopened, I didn’t go back – just was kinda vibing on Unemployment, trying to figure out my next move. Maybe see if my boy Fritterz could get me a union gig down at the Port with him, ya know?But anyway, when you’re on UI, they always ask you to fill out where you’ve been looking for work, right? A lot of people just leave it blank – it’s technically “optional” – but I didn’t wanna risk it and get audited and sure as shit wasn’t gonna lie. So I’d just kinda pull up weird shit off Craigslist I wasn’t qualified for because I knew I wouldn’t get the job and it’d be funny to go through the interview process and waste some suit’s time. And one day Action Wrestling comes up.Now I’m a big fan of the product long before they signed me. I got into wrestling through a regional promotion in Oakland called HoodSlam that my ride-or-die Jenn was really into and took me to. From there, Aye-Dub was on TV and getting hot, so I tuned in. But I don’t really have training or chops, beyond busting some dudes in street fights or protest scuffs – I figured there was no way I’d get it. And… well…He gives an exaggerated, comedic shrug. Johnny Bacchus: Here we are!Denzel Porter: Your journey to AW is definitely a unique one, not many people can pull off what you have done since competing in Action Wrestling. You went from fan to undefeated Champion in a short time. Tell me did you know you could always be this good, or is the success a surprise to you as well?Johnny Bacchus: I mean, I’m just a guy. Like, now I’m a guy who goes to the gym four to five times a week and works out with a coach, but I didn’t expect to still be here, no. I expected to have some fun, get my ass kicked, and go back home a little tougher and with some fun memories. And in a way, I still did do that, but I didn’t stay home – I just touched base with my roomies and then hit the road the again for the next show. And the next. And the next. It’s surreal – I really didn’t expect this to be a path I’d find success in, let alone a career. But I feel myself a lot more these days, and I think I’ve grown as a person and a competitor in this less-than-a-year time. I look back on my old matches and cringe, but I’m proud of who I am now.Denzel Porter: Nicely said, Johnny I've think all your fans admire your dedication and work ethic. Now let's talk about something more recent. Last week on Monday Night Clash, you had a clash of words with Lissie Hope and Cassidy Adler. Now from my understanding, this tension has been building up for months. Can you tell me and the fans at home how things got to this point?Johnny looks down, taking a long and deep breath. Johnny Bacchus: So you have to understand, I admired Lissie Hope. Long before I was here. Even through her public battles with her demons, I thought Lissie was one of the strongest and most extraordinary people to ever come through this industry. And I don’t just mean here in Aye-Dub, I mean the WHOLE industry. If anything, it was Lissie’s vulnerability and flaws that made her relatable. Because we’ve all struggled. We’ve all fought to be comfortable in our own skin. We’ve all felt the weight of our world on our shoulders. And Lissie was that symbol of perseverance and strength.What befell Lissie Hope at the end of last year was a heartbreaking tragedy. The writing was also on the wall, as much as people hoped for the best. And when Lissie was able to get clean and return to the ring, it was one of the most powerful moments in Action Wrestling’s history. People were invested in this. One of those people was Mae Ashby.Mae Ashby was the president of the Lissie Hope Fan Club. This is a 20-year-old exchange student from Johannesburg, who couldn’t even have a legal drink in this country, and she rallied a national campaign of support for Lissie Hope. If I admired Lissie and thought she was extraordinary, you can double those feelings in regards to Mae Ashby. Hell, triple, even. I am proud to say that I loved Mae Ashby, and she loved me. And that through the time we shared together, she became my biggest fan as much as I was hers.But not everyone invested had her best intentions at heart. Not everyone was Mae Ashby. And that’s where Philidor Holdings comes in. Now for as extraordinary as Mae Ashby is, she is still a 20-year-old girl, who is a stranger in a strange land. And Lissie Hope was at the lowest point of her life. And Philidor Holdings exploited that vulnerability and naivety to bring Lissie Hope under their thumb. They injected poison into what was a beautiful and triumphant moment. But Lissie Hope was too blinded by her own fears. And Mae Ashby wanted to support and save her role model. So they made a deal with something they didn’t understand.All of that would just be a story of selling out and falling from grace that has nothing to do with me, other than maybe injecting some disenchantment in a fan. But here is where it gets personal. See, Philidor understood something that Lissie didn’t – and that is that this “life debt” she believes she owes them, she does not. She owes that to Mae. Philidor needed to remove Mae from Lissie’s circle to monopolize their influence over her. And they did something to her. They did something that scared this 20-year-old girl so badly that she left the country and has not been seen since May 1st. And Lissie knows.In spite of the fact that Mae Ashby moved Heaven and Earth for her, Lissie Hope through her stubbornness and self-centeredness has intentionally closed her eyes to truth. Lissie Hope is shielding, defending, and still associating the tormentors of her “friend”. And that friend was a woman I love. And what those tormentors did has now robbed me of the ability to be with the woman I love.My gripes with Lissie specifically are the disappointment of a broken pedestal, but they end there. My fight is with Philidor, and Lissie has elected herself to be that first line of defense. So the question, Denz, is not “what is my beef with Lissie Hope – it should be “what is Lissie Hope’s beef with me. And the answer to that question is that I’m the one demanding accountability. I’m the one who will not let Lissie Hope ignore the blood on her hands from still shaking hers. And deep down inside, she knows that’s the truth. And that’s why I gotta go. Because I’m not one of the yes-men who she surrounds herself with and have no personal problems in relation to her affiliation with Philidor and will let it slide. I will always who Lissie Hope was – but who Lissie Hope is is my enemy’s soldier. And I will never ever let this go. Not until they pay for what they’ve done.Denzel Porter: I see your passion about this and can understand your frustration with Philidor. Last week on Action Wrestling, Lissie and Cassidy tried challenging you to an unfair two on one handicap match until Addy came out to your defense. Can you speak a little about your two's history?Johnny’s demeanor lightens in seriousness. Johnny Bacchus: So this is like night and day, right?He lets out a laugh. Johnny Bacchus: When I say I admired Lissie, it wasn’t just her. See, her and Addy used to have this tag team called the Swallowing – and for those who haven’t been watching, it was a name to mock this self-serious hippie commune bullshit headed by Kyle Kemp called the Following. So, the Swallowing was my shit: it was in-your-face, sex-positive, militant feminist punk rock. The Swallowing were the ultimate “screw you” to what’s a largely dude-bro machismo dominated company. And it was fucking based.So when I started wrestling, it was like priority number one to meet the Swallowing and just let them know I loved them. The shirt I’m rockin’ right now is one of theirs.He gives a tug, displaying the graphic more clearly. Johnny Bacchus: You can still see I got Addy’s name scribbles across her face, and that was before we were cool. Used to have Lissie’s, too, but she used a cheap pen that faded after three washes. But that’s whatever – the point is, I always loved Addy. So I’ve been doing my thing, and we’d been exchanging some tweets. One day she hits me up to have a drink with her at an airport bar in Philadelphia.So she starts demanding I keep up with her, and chuck can DRINK. All up until she just suddenly heaves her guts all over the bar top.He gives a snicker, a smile coming on his face from the memory. Johnny Bacchus: I drag her out of there before she can fight the bartender and get use arrested, and we’ve been homies every since. As my girl Jenn got more involved in helping me move merch on the front end and couldn’t really hit the road with me, Addy and I became road wife and husband. I’ve made a lot of friends in this industry, and Addy is probably my best. That she was someone I idolized and now she’s my best friend? That’s all anyone could ever ask. I love Addy, man.Denzel Porter: Sounds like you two have a great friendship and it's obvious from the way she came out there and told Lissie off, but now you two will team up to take on Lissie Hope & Cassidy Adlerin the Main Event of Monday Night Clash. Tell me how you prepare for this match, and I know it's not a one-on-one contest like you would have liked, but how do you feel knowing you'll get your chance to get your hands on Lessie?Johnny Bacchus: I’ll keep it real with you. The only person I wanna “get hands on” in this match is Sid Adler. I take no satisfaction in facing Lissie. It’s just what I gotta do.Denzel Porter: Understandable good sir, Now let's talk about your future here in Action Wrestling. You're undefeated and carrying around the Hardcore Championship, becoming a Hardcore Icon, some might say. What's next for Johnny in AW?Johnny runs a hand up the back of his head and through his hair, looking over at the belt on his shoulder. Johnny Bacchus: I don’t know. I feel like I’m at a turning point right now, ya know? Like, this title is everything to me. I gotta balance the duties and responsibilities of being not just a champion but what I think a champion should be. Until I walk into next Evolution with it still on my shoulder, I’m in Corey Black’s shadow. I’m the second longest reigning Hardcore Champion of all time, and I have to triple my reign to beat his record. After Execution, I’m in spitting distance of being the second longest reigning champion in the company period if you count merging the Pure Title with the Hardcore Title as one continuous reign. And even then, I’ve still gotta just shy of double my reign to pass Corey Black. I have every intention of doing so and bringing that prestige back to this title after wave upon wave of cynical champions concerned only with their resumes rather than the health of the division.Now, on the other hand, I have my personal ambition. I’ve already mentioned I’ve got my sights set on Philidor Holdings. The problem isn’t with my ambition – it’s the red tape. The bureaucracy. I am ultimately beholden to the decisions and judgment of management, who have demonstrated time and again that they don’t see me as “the guy”. In spite of every challenge I’ve overcome, every opponent I’ve beaten, and every record I’ve broken, they don’t see me as a worthy player. I’m sure they’d much rather have Spencer Adams or Corey Black being the one taking this fight to Philidor instead of me.But both of those men tried, and they failed. And they failed because they didn’t understand the fight. I do understand the fight, and I’m not going to sit on the sidelines while people fail to get the job done that I believe I can do. So when it comes to the future of Johnny Bacchus, I have this message for management: you can use booking and red tape to try to keep me away from where you think I don’t belong, but you put me in a division based on there being no rules. And as champion of that division, I internalized that ethos, so have fun keeping me in line.Denzel Porter: Strong message sent to management right there, and I love the commitment you have to building back up the Hardcore division. When I look around this business, I see that as a lost art, and I, for one, am happy to see someone care so much about it. Now before we go and let you get ready for tonight. Is there anything else you would like to say to anyone or anything else you want to address?Johnny Bacchus: Absolutely.Johnny pivots to look directly into the camera. Johnny Bacchus: I love you. Everything’s going to be okay soon – I promise.The scene fades with Bacchus placing down the microphone, his gaze lingering on the camera til black.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:06:35 GMT -5
Max Daemon Speaks
We head to the arena where we Billy and Chris Avery at ringside. Chris Avery: Last week we saw Max Daemon and Odin Balfore get into an altercation. Unfortunately that ended with both men being injured. Now, a match was made officially for Execution between them.Billy: Yeah, No Disqualification Match.Chris Avery: Yes, but due said altercation last week, our GM Alexander Pasternak has not allowed Max Daemon into the building for fear of his health.Billy: No way he's 100% and no way he's gonna be 100% going into Execution, but Pasternak wants Max to take this time off and get healthy.Chris Avery: Now we have Max Daemon live from his home and we have a few questions for him.The titantron suddenly turns on and we see Max Daemon sitting on a couch in a living room. He has his red Solo cup in hand, but the lack of a smirk on his face says a lot. He takes a sip from the drink before sniffing once. Chris Avery: Max, I have to ask, how are you feeling after that attack last week?Max takes a few moments before responding. Max Daemon: Pain, obviously. I've been through worse by other people and while that attack last week fucked with me a lot, it'll take more than my own undoin ta' keep me down. A guy like Odin can hit hard, but as we saw last week, I can hit even harder.Billy: Interesting thing about last week, both of you initially refused a stretcher. Now Odin's a big guy, he can take a lot of abuse, but this isn't the first time we've seen you in such state. Do you think you're pushing yourself too hard?Max takes a sip of his drink, shaking his head. Max Daemon: No, Billy, I'm not. We all know where I've come from. We all know the kinda shit I've gotten inta'. Throwin myself off a stage inta' production equipment just ta' take someone down is not the worst or most dangerous thing I've done, even in Action Wrestling. So in regards ta' how I feel? Yeah, it hurts, and Odin might act like he's fine, but that shit hurt him possibly even more than it did me.Chris Avery: Well, Max, the match was made by Paternak last week. The No DQ Match for Execution, you and Odin. What is your strategy going into this match?Max tops off the rest of his drink before tossing it over his shoulder. He leans forward, looking into the camera. Max Daemon: Odin took the fight ta' me. I never thought I'd have ta' face him, but here we are. Clearly the man wanted ta' fight me if he came after me like he did, so I say: why the fuck not give him what he wants? He wanted Max...fuckin...Daemon...so why not give him Max...fuckin...Daemon...and everythin that goes with it. Odin you are gettin the violent bastard who made Johnny Bacchus realize what he has ta' do. Odin you are gettin the bad-ass who took down big men like they were midgets, who spent two torturous matches in one night ta' be the first Pure Cup winner. Odin you are gettin the Max fuckin Daemon who took ya' down last week when ya' tried ta' take the fight ta' me. This No DQ stipulation might seem like it makes this even, like anythin can happen...but if you're smart at all Odin, you'll realize...this means I can do whatever the fuck I want ta' ya'. This just became my playground, my yard, my home, and trust me Odin, you're nothin but a trespasser steppin onta' my property.Max takes a few more moments before continuing. Max Daemon: And just like a Rottweiler attacks those steppin onta' its territory...I'm gonna make sure ya' regret everything ya've done for the past month. And if ya' think this No DQ stipulation favors ya' because of your size...do a little history lesson...and figure out that that DDT off the stage is the least that I can...and WILL do...ta' a piece of shit like you.With that, the camera fades out to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:09:26 GMT -5
Niamh vs. Lethe
Apex Predator by Otep hits the speakers. Niamh steps out onto the stage to a mixed reaction. As she regards the crowd a smirk rests on her lips and she then begins to rile the crowd up, drawing boos from the majority. Once she is satisfied with the anger in the audience, she begins to strut her way down the ramp. When she reaches the ring, she easily hops up onto the apron and takes a moment to pose, soaking in all of the boos and chants thrown her way. Niamh then turns to the side and jumps over the top rope, landing in the middle of the ring and throwing her arms up for a renewed reign of boos, laughing as she revels in the reaction. Chris Avery: Niamh Zeist loves to be hated.Billy: Sometimes things do be like that."Do U Like Me Now?" by Dana Dentata plays and Lethe does an entrance. Chris Avery: Oh. Okay. Cool.The opening bell tolls. Niamh charges at Lethe. She moves out of the way and Niamh crashes into the corner. She turns around and Lethe flips her out of the corner with a monkey flip. Niamh gets up and throws a clothesline. Lethe ducks. Niamh turns around and takes an armdrag. Niamh gets up and takes another armdrag. Billy: Back to back arm drags!Chris Avery: Oh. Okay. Cool.Niamh is up again and runs into a sling blade from Lethe. Billy: PANIC SWITCH!Chris Avery: There’s the cover!ONE! TW--KICKOUT!! Lethe pulls Niamh off the mat. After a couple shots, Lethe hits the ropes and goes for a flying headscissor but Niamh lands on her feet. She takes Lethe down with a surprise flying heel kick. Both are up again and Niamh hits a running busaiku knee kick. Billy: SLEEP SWEET!Chris Avery: There’s the cover!ONE! TW--KICKOUT!! Niamh drags Lethe and sends her to the corner. She charges right into a back elbow from Lethe. Niamh turns Lethe into the corner and clubbers her with strikes before setting her on the top rope. Niamh climbs up and Lethe headbutts her in the gut, then in the jaw. Niamh falls from the ropes. Lethe stands up and before anything can happen, Niamh pushes her off the rope. She lands on the apron, narrowly avoiding a catastrophe. Niamh charges in and eats a high kick from Lethe. Niamh backs up a bit and Lethe springboards, then connects with a seven-twenty dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane. Chris Avery: MEIN LIEBLING!Billy: PLANTED HER ON HER DANG HEAD!Chris Avery: THERE’S THE COVER!ONE! TWO!! THR--KICKOUT!!! Lethe wastes no time and she heads back to the corner. She climbs up and soars off with a double rotation moonsault. Billy: ORGAN GRINDER! SHITFIRE!!ONE!! TWO!! THRE- The crowd goes apeshit as Niamh’s arm shoots skyward with new life in her veins. Billy: HOLY GUACAMO-LAY! Chris Avery: This is what the people came to see! Lethe came out of the gates hot and stayed on top of the counters, but SOME-HOW, Niamh finds a way to dig deep after the rough patch! This is more than a battle of the morally corrupt versus the...potentially less morally corrupt. This is WRESTLING, folks!Lethe pounds the mat in frustration and looks right back to the turnbuckle. She springs back up and leaps to the top. Mask or no mask, we can feel the deep breath moment. She goes to leap, but before she can get proper rotation of All Hail the Heartbreaker, Niamh rolls through towards the post to catch footing and forces Lethe to opt to simply stick the landing on her own two feet. Billy: Lethe turns!
Chris Avery: PELE KICK!
Lethe stumbles back, but is quick to shake it off and heads back in for an answer. Billy: Beautiful monkey flip from Niamh sends Lethe to the corner!
Niamh swings back around with eyes on Lethe against the inside post and bottom rope. She pushes up just enough and slides back first towards the vulnerable opponent. Chris Avery: Big forearm smash in the corner! Niamh with the cover!
ONE! TWO! NO! Billy: Another close call in this as the ref rounds the corner to the finish, but no cigar!
Niamh’s face grows a shade of red, anger and determination playing primary roles at present time. She rushes in once more and grabs hold of Lethe with enough force to pull her arm right out of the fucking socket. Chris Avery: Russian leg sweep from Niamh!
Billy: NOPE! Lethe slips behind! Roll up here!
ONE! KICKOUT! Chris Avery: You know, sometimes you pull out a move knowing it’s probably not going to win you the match, but figure it’s just enough to make the opponent switch up their own strategy and buy you that bit of precious time and that’s what that reversal from Lethe was!
Niamh is back up in an instant and grabs a handful of hair, but Lethe does the same and hooks Niamh. Billy: Small package pin!ONE! TWO! Chris Avery: Flipped over by Niamh!
Billy: CROSSFACE APPLIED! NIAMH HAS LETHE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Chris Avery: Lethe has absolutely nowhere to go! This is a predicament if I’ve ever seen one!
Lethe struggles as the hands lock in tight on the neck just underneath the Minnie mask. She digs deep, looking for an out. She tries to push palms to the mat for leverage, but Niamh cranks back harder on the hold. Lethe lifts a shaking hand above the mat, doing everything she can not to give in. The palm forms a fist that she bangs once in front of her and the other does the same. Niamh keeps the fingers locked tight as Lethe pushes to hands and knees, then halfway to her feet in a hunched over dinosaur position. She reaches up and digs at Niahm’s fingers herself, causing the hold to break and Niamh to fall to the mat. She swings a foot back and up out of instinct, landing a hard shot straight to the pelvis. Niamh doubles over in pain and the ref steps up to lay into Lethe who doesn’t even realize where the strike landed. After a short back and forth, Lethe turns around and Niamh is back at her with the step through and the neckbreaker. Billy: Counters on counters! Chris Avery: All signs point to Niamh right now and she knows it! She’s looking to the air now too!
Billy: It could be time to call it a night for Niamh right now!
She shakes the top rope to pump herself up and pulls it down, leaping upward and perching on top in a single motion. She turns towards Lethe who looks to be out cold. She postures up and slides downward facing palms across each other to signal an end. Chris Avery: AIR STRIKE!
Billy: FOOT UP! NIAMH EATS A BOOT RIGHT TO THE JAW!
Chris Avery: Playing possum perhaps?
Billy: Again, another example of top tier instinct kicking in with this matchup.
The impact from the counter sends Niamh falling back against the corner. While disoriented, her opponent crawls towards the opposing corner and the two come to once more. With the tanks on E, both sprint forward in sync. Chris Avery: Jumping knee strike times two and both women are on shaky legs!
Billy: Hard chop from Lethe!
Chris Avery: Hard chop from Niamh as well!
Billy: Big right hand from Niamh!
Chris Avery: Big right from Lethe now!
Billy: Matching blow for blow! Smack across the fact from Niamh!
The crowd pops. Chris Avery: Smack from Lethe!
They pop again. Billy: Smack from both at the same time!
It’s a trilogy of pops. People have mixed opinions on the third installment, but I think Thomas Haden Church put in a solid performance as Sandman. Chris Avery: Headbutt from Niamh! Another from Niamh!
Billy: European uppercut from Lethe!
Chris Avery: This is getting ugly fast! I don’t know how they’re keeping up!
Billy: Gonna be a busy day at the dentist’s office tomorrow!
Chris Avery: Elbow from Niamh! Billy: Elbow from Lethe!
Chris Avery: Rapid fire elbow strikes now! Back and forth! Back and forth! Holy significant strikes!
The crowd shows their appreciation with another spike in noise level. Billy: SLEEP SWEET OUTTA NOWHERE!
Chris Avery: Not down yet, but Lethe just got ROCKED! Big outta nowhere shot from Niamh! Can she capitalize!
Billy: She steps in for another!
Chris Avery: PANIC SWITCH!
Billy: Niamh is down!
Lethe scrambles towards her corner. She throws one hand up top followed by the other. Although not as speedy as she was earlier, she manages to drag her body weight up top. Chris Avery: Could this be it?!
Billy: She’s just barely holding herself up! Does she have enough left in the tank for one last drive!
Chris Avery: ALL! HAIL! THE! HEAAAAARTBREAKER!
Lethe doesn’t hook a leg, she just lays still as the ref goes to the canvas. ONE! TWO! THREE!!! DING DING DING!! Billy: Lethe wins!!Lethe doesn't rise quickly and uses the little bit that she does have to simply sit up and slouch forward. Billy: UnBElievable effort from both competitors here! This is why we needed a third showdown! These two wanted this! They NEEDED this and man, am I glad they gave it to us!Chris Avery: What a win and what a bright future these two have ahead in AW!We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:12:09 GMT -5
Dangerous Gentleman Segment
HERE WE ARE, BORN TO BE KINGS, WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE! The crowd have come to associate the song with the #1 contenders, the catchy Queen hit single for the movie Highlander belting out over the PA system. The tag team known as Dangerous Gentlemen take the stage, both looking sharp. Hector Crowley checks his pocket watch and unbuttons his blazer while Robert Benedict points to a fan in the crowd with a sign. They walk down to the ringside area and Benedict shakes hands with a kid in the crowd before they both hop into the ring. Hector requests a microphone from the timekeeper and then looks out over the capacity audience a long few seconds. Hector Crowley: Well, look at all these people. I got to say, it feels good, it warms the cockles of my dusty old heart to really ARRIVE like this in front of all you fine people here in DES MOINES!He pauses for the obligatory crowd applause, then glances over his shoulder as if to ask Benedict if it is indeed Des Moines. He nods once and Hector turns back to the mic with a smile. Hector Crowley: And one thing you can bet on is that my partner and I are here for the long haul, we are here to give you the best damn tag team wrestling in the business, and we are HERE to WIN the TITLES.The crowd erupt at that, not just for the men in the ring but in anticipation of the upcoming match at Execution. Hector Crowley: And I’ll tell you one thing. You’re probably gonna hear a lot of references to executions on this show, and on social media, and on Twitter and MySpace and InstaFans and OnlyGram, but that’s played out, innit? What we’re gonna have with the Vanguard ain’t gonna be any execution, it’s gonna be a WAR. Hector Crowley! Yours truly! A decade and a half between these ropes, learning the sweet science, discovering ever more obscure and disturbing ways to slap a submission hold on people. A decade and a half to get scars and learn lessons, ladies and gents. And my colleague here hasn’t got a fifth of the experience I do, but he has twice the heart.He nods and gestures widely at Benedict, who adjusts his tie and looks to the crowd. Hector Crowley: This young man, this Young Lion, he cut his teeth in Japan working the toughest touring schedule you’ll ever see. He’s got the hardest chops, the sharpest kicks, the strongest jaw in this or any other company and I’ll be damned if he’s not gonna take all the punishment that’s meant for me.He laughs and claps Robert on the shoulder in a joking fashion, twirling his moustache before he gives the microphone over to his partner. Benedict takes a moment to consider his words before he speaks. Robert Benedict: While my friend has words for both of our opponents, I have words for one. Downfall!He turns to face the stage as if directly addressing Downfall somewhere in the back. Robert Benedict: You were a veteran before I even started training. You have world titles from every promotion worth a damn and right now you and your partner tell the world that it is on YOUR backs to carry this division into relevancy. That’s not what we came here to do, Vanguard. We didn’t come here to be a part of this division, we came here to BE this division. You have people in Action Wrestling who wrestle for all kinds of things. For betrayal, for greed, for love, for honor. We don’t care about any of that, Crowley and me. We care about exactly ONE thing. We care about those title belts around your waist. Plain and simple. Those titles are the ticket to the top. The prestige, the money and the names etched in history, that’s what I want. And this is the avenue to it. While I respect the hell out of both of you, at Execution it is going to go until one of us can’t stand up anymore.Suddenly, “Carry the Flame” by Unleash the Archers hits on the PA. Downfall and Dionysus walk out onto the stage, each with their Tag title belt perched on their shoulders. Dionysus is wearing a crisp blazer and turtleneck, while Downfall is wearing a beaten leather jacket/DIY vest combo. There’s little of their usual entrance energy, little of their feeding off the crowd, as they both seem strictly there for business. Downfall takes a mic first. Downfall: You know, I almost buy this act, Crowley. Because you seem absolutely sincere. And hell -He gestures to himself and Dion. Downfall: We shared that vision for the Tag division, so you aren’t coming out here with crazy talk like you’re here to throw the belts in the trash and pee on them on live television. But that’s just it… you forthrightly and completely believe that you’re the ones sent here to revolutionize the Tag division. You come in here, off the backs of exactly two tag team matches, with a green-as-grass puppy ain’t even got hair on his peaches… and you expect these people to buy in that you’re the paradigm shift, that you’re the ones sent here to shake this division to its foundations.Benedict can be seen in the ring pointing a stern finger and mouthing some choice words at Downfall, but Crowley stretches out his arm to restrain him. Hector Crowley: I’ve had a week to warm up to your, shall we say, uncouth approach.Downfall cuts him off curtly. Downfall: - But I’d like to take this time to give my rebuttal to your son here. Because he, how did he put it -He puts on a mockingly stuffy and pompous tone of voice. Downfall: “He has words for one. Downfall!” Yeah, I aimed my trigger right between your eyes and singled you out last week, junior, and I’ll tell you why. Because you are just beginning a road I took 20 years ago. You’re fresh to American soil after a backbreaking tour as a Young Lion… which I did, when I was eighteen god damn years old. I rode that bus, Benedict, I underwent that training and I’ve got stories that would make you blush from my tenure as a lion that you wouldn’t even know. But that’s the point.His grin flashes suddenly. Downfall: You wouldn’t know that. Because you; Crowley; every single line you’ve spoken tonight and before indicates you two don’t know a god damn thing. About me, about Dion, about AW, and about the Tag division. You’d never know that I was being forged through rituals of training that verged on sadism, you’d never know where I went from there, you’d never know what made Dion and I into the men we are today, and you don’t know a fucking thing about what it took us to hold these Tag titles!Dionysus nods his head in agreement and pounds Downfall’s fist in solidarity. The road the Vanguard took from Havoc was not the lightest and the crowd pours out a pop of respectful admiration. Dionysus: We call ourselves the Vanguard for one simple reason. We are the first line you’ll have to cross when you step into the Tag division, and the last.Downfall: And that’s what we’re going to teach you. You think you’re here to change the game, you think you’ve got what it takes to break through the Vanguard, but you don’t have the first clue what you’re getting yourselves into.Robert Benedict: I suppose this is you trying to goad us into a fight, isn’t it? You think you’re--Dionysus: I, for one didn’t come here for a fight, boys… but you can consider this a warning for Execution.Downfall: Yeah, a warning. I don’t need to provoke either one of you into anything, all you need to know is that when I’m done with you, I’m going to send the Young Lion cub back as a pelt.Crowley takes exception to those words and mouths off out of earshot of the live mic, which is probably for the best. He sits on the middle rope and props it open as if to invite the champs into the ring, and Downfall considers it before he turns and walks away. Dionysus can be heard telling Hector "save it for the big dance," then while Downfall stalks off he holds his title up while locking eyes with Crowley, and he backpedals to the entryway.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:13:20 GMT -5
Trey Bouchet & ___ vs. Der Metzger and Kancer
“Higher Ground” by Red Hot Chili Peppers plays. Adeline Floyd: “Hailing from Point-Aux-Chenes, Louisiana and weighing in at 201 pounds, he is ‘The Cajun Catapult’ Trey Bouchet!”Trey appears from behind the curtain. He wastes no time with theatrics, powerwalking down the ramp. Totally in the zone, ‘The Suplexpert’ does not interact with the fans. Chris Avery: Last week at Clash, Trey Bouchet earned a spot on next week’s Execution card against Der Metzger by pinning his Devil’s Gate stablemate Kancer, but at the price of a vicious post match beat down from the group post match.He enters the ring by the stairs and then moves to the center, faces the hard camera, points up with both hands before bringing them down and sweeping them side to side in a horizontal fashion while simultaneously shaking his head in the negative. Finally cracking a smile, Trey moves to his corner. Billy: To give him a chance at payback, the office booked this tag match, and let Trey choose whoever he wanted as his partner!Cue those lights dimming and changing towards a violet hue. Yeah.. YEAH! Chris Avery: And here she is!As the sounds of "Smack a bitch" by Rico Nasty queue up, red and blue fireworks shoot down the edges of the walkway, creating a spectacle of deep, vibrant, purple explosions that completely mask the titantron screen for a full moment before CVO walks down that very same ramp that was just lit up! Hair down, eyes forward, her stride is deliberately slow, she doesn't make an exception for who her opponent is as she makes the journey to the ring! Billy: Catherine Van Owen had some bad luck last week, accidentally hitting the referee of her match against Katherine Hastings for the Television Title, leading to a disqualification. It was a downer ending to what had been a great fight!Waltzin' right up the short walk up those steel ring steps, she makes it a point to hike her leg up, swing it around, and step over the top rope of the ring despite being just under six feet in height. Booted feet on the apron, she checks her gloves, and then makes it a point to tighten up her headband, waiting for the bell. Adeline Floyd: And their opponents-An eerie hum fills the earholes of the tens of thousands in attendance. The ActionTron5000 lights up with violent and possibly satanic images. The hum morphs into “Ora Pro Nobis Lucifer” by Behemoth and Metzger, Kancer, Dwade and Kuraim emerge from the smoke filled stage. Billy: DEVIL'S GATE IS HERE!The lights spookily flicker and start to illuminate the arena. The quartet slowly stalk towards the ring, looking like a pack of hungry wolves. The camera cuts to Trey and CVO conferring in the ring. Van Owen seems to be leading the discussion. Trey nods grimly. Adeline Floyd: Representing Devil’s Gate, and hailing from Castle Rock- Holy (BLEEP)!As the stable reaches the apron CVO suddenly charges! She hits a suicide dive that knocks Dwade into Metzger, knocking both back. She immediately gets to her feet and starts shoot kicking Kancer! Trey’s gone outside as well, and brawls with Kuraim! Chris Avery: Trey and Cat are not waiting for the match to take it to Devil’s Gate!A big schmozz erupts. The faces’ advantage of surprise is quickly overcome by the numbers game! The referee tries to intervene, getting in an enraged Metzger’s way of the action.. Kuraim and Dwade double team Trey and fling him over the barricade into the crowd, before turning their attention to CeeVee, who is exchanging blows with Kancer. Security swarms the group. Metzger finally shoves the referee aside and joins the fray, shedding the security guards trying to stop him. Trey jumps the barricade holding a steel chair, and cracks Metzger in the back with it! Billy: Shitfire! This is a side of Bouchet I’ve never seen before.Der Metzger no sells the chairshot and turns to face his nemesis. Trey and Metzger have a staredown. The fans are going crazy. CVO is fighting like a mad dog against Kuriam and Dwade, while security tries to restrain all three. Jaice Wilds runs down and gets steamrolled by the scrum. Cormac Macneil charges in and gets Der Metzger in a full nelson, barely keeping him from rushing at Trey, who’s slamming the chair against the ground and demanding Big Mac let him go! Chris Avery: This is absolute bedlam!The referee rolls back into the ring and consults with Adeline Floyd, then heads back to the melee. Adeline shouts into the mic. Meanwhile, CVO’s opted to take a selfie with a fallen Kuriam right at the ring post! Adeline Floyd: All wrestlers must cease fighting now, or the match will be thrown out!The fans boo. The ref yells at Dwade and Kuraim, and then pointing up the ramp towards the curtain! Adeline Floyd: Also, the referee has declared that if Dwade and Kuraim do not leave ringside with security, Devil’s Gate will be disqualified!This announcement wins the crowd back. CVO and Bouchet seem happy as well, while the Devil’s Gaters object loudly. Chris Avery: Good to see Referee Behner take charge like this, though I’m surprised he’s taking the extra step to eject Dwade and Kuraim. Devil’s Gate hasn’t done anything tonight to warrant that. It was Cat and Trey that started the brawl.Billy: And I say good for them. Nothing wrong with giving bullies a taste of their own medicine. And good on Behner for being proactive and removing those Devil’s Gate goons. Don’t even give them the chance to stick their noses into this match like usual.Finally, order has been restored. Security is escorting Kuraim and Dwade up the ramp over the protests of Metzger and Kancer, while CVO and Trey are back in the ring, both holding open the ropes and daring their opponents to enter. Chris Avery: We need to go to break! The action will continue when we return to Monday Night Clash!When Clash returns we see the match is already in progress. Trey and Kancer are the legal wrestlers. Kancer hits an enzuguri on Bouchet and whips him to an empty corner. He charges, but rams into the ringpost as Trey floats over. Bouchet hits a rolling German suplex and then goes to tag in CVO. Billy: Welcome back! Action Wrestling would like to apologize to those who missed the opening of this match. We promise you it will be posted in its entirety on Paramount Plus after Clash concludes.CeeVee’s in the ring now, hammering away at Kancer. She wears him down with repeated calf kicks, then hits a solid headbutt. Meanwhile, Metzger stalks back and forth on the outside apron, snarling and spitting. Billy: Wow, I’ve just been informed that the picture that CVO posted on her instagram of her and a bloodied Kuriam is.. Doing numbers?Chris Avery: Quit trying to keep up with the kids, Billy. It isn’t working.CVO has Kancer in a Muay Thai clinch. She buffets his dome with jabs and elbow strikes, and then knees him repeatedly in the ribs. Dragging him to her corner she tags in Trey, but doesn’t exit. Instead she again produces her smartphone. Chris Avery: What is this girl doing?With some prompting she gets Trey to help her prop a woozy Kancer up, and uses her phone to click a picture of the three of them, grinning ear to ear while the Cajun Catapult is smiling awkwardly. Billy: Ahahaha! A selfie mid-match! You don’t see that often!There’s a good reason for that, as a furious Metzger demonstrates when he bull rushes the ring and crushes all three photo subjects with a body avalanche. Trey’s head bangs off the ringpost and he drops like a stone. Over the referee’s objections Metzger grabs CeeVee and launches her to the outside. She hits the ground hard and clutches at her ribs. The masked monster wastes no time. He drags Kancer back to their corner, tags himself in and stalks towards a totally oblivious Bouchet. Chris Avery: Oh, no! Trey and CeeVee got a little cocky and it could cost them the match.Billy: It could cost Trey a lot more than that.Metzger starts mauling Trey! He puts the boots to him, and then lifts him up and flings him across the ring. Bouchet rebounds off the ropes and on the comeback is sent high in their air by a flapjack from Der Metzger. Herking Trey up he connects with multiple arm trap headbutts. By now CVO is on the apron. She tries to enter but is stopped by the referee. Metzger, meanwhile, releases his grip on Trey and hammers away with multiple forearm clubs to the back and neck. He then hits a pulling piledriver. Cover. One! Metzger breaks his own pin, lifting Trey’s arm up. Glaring over to Cat, Metzger drags Bouchet into a seated position and locks in an arm hook sleeper. He viciously cranks Trey’s neck, working it as though he’s trying to rip Bouchet’s head clean off. Trey struggles to escape the hold, clawing at Metzgers forearm. The crowd begins to clap for Bouchet, trying to will him to find the strength to break free. Cat is doing the same, stomping on the apron and reaching out with one hand while the other holds the tag rope. Slooooowwlllyyy Trey is able to work himself to a vertical base. He elbows Metzger in the side multiple times. Der Metzger lets him go. Trey tries to lunge towards his corner but is stopped when Metzger pulls him back in for a pumphandle half nelson driver, killing the crowd’s enthusiasm. Cover. One! Two! Metzger releases the pin and sits up. Billy: Damn that Metzger, he is completely toying with both Trey and Cat! He wants them to know he could end this match at any time.Metzger continues adding insult to injury by lifting Trey up and hitting a VERY stalled vertical suplex. He then pulls him up for a Saito suplex. With Bouchet crumpled in a heap at his feet it’s Metzger’s turn to stunt, playing to the crowd and performing Bouchet’s own ‘up but not over taunt’. He casually kicks at Trey’s prone form and then, inexplicably, goes to his corner and tags in Kancer. Chris Avery: After all that, Der Metzger isn’t even going to bother to pin Trey. He’s giving Kancer his scraps!An eager Kancer pounces! He hooks the leg and tries for a pin. One! Two! Thre- Trey kicks out!! The crowd becomes unglued. Kancer can’t believe it. He stomps on Trey and again covers. One! Trey gets a shoulder up! A furious Kancer grinds his elbow into Trey’s face, and then pulls him up for a snap suplex. He throws Trey, who is able to land on his feet! He leaps to his corner and tags in CVO! Billy: Shitfire! Trey’s suplexpertise has given his team life!CeeVee charges into the ring. She creams Kancer with a bicycle knee, and keeps running to the corner where she hits Metzger with a ripcord elbow knocking him off the apron. Bounding up the turnbuckles until she reaches the top rope, she performs a single rotation moonsault on the approaching Kancer! Cover! One! Two! Kancer kicks out. She pulls him up and begins kicking in Kancer’s ribs, each strike punctuated by the crowd chants of her initials. Crowd: Cee! Vee! Oh! Cee! Vee! Oh!Kancer fights his way up to his feet only to get his teeth kicked in by The Best Fuckin' Superkick You've Ever SEEN! Kancer topples over in the timber spot, and Cat covers. One! Two! Der Metzger breaks it up! He starts brawling with CeeVee, the two trading haymakers, neither giving ground. Chris Avery: Cat’s going toe to toe with one of the most vicious wrestlers in Action Wrestling!Billy: She told Trey’s mom she’d defend her baby boy, and she is owning up to that promise!Der Metzger briefly gets the advantage with a powerful spinning backfist but before he can capitalize Trey comes flying in from halfway across the ring wiping Metzger out with a top rope cannonball! Chris Avery: Trey Bouchet hits ‘The Long Shot!’ Maybe the longest long shot I’ve ever seen!Both men fall to the outside! Kancer rises and Cat connects with a Fouette kick to the side of the head! Kancer is laid out! Billy: ‘Cancelled’!!CeeVee covers! One! Two! Three! The ref calls for the bell. Adeline Floyd: Here are your winners, Catherine Van Owen and Trey Bouchet!The crowd goes nuts! “Smack a Bitch” by Rico Nasty plays. Cat immediately rolls outside to check on Trey. She helps him to his feet and celebrates. A weary looking Trey raises Cat’s arm in victory. The two both warily eye Der Metzger, who mean mugs them back. Eventually the tension is broken when he rolls into the ring to check on Kancer. Chris Avery: What a win for Trey and CVO going into Execution!Billy: It sure was, but remember, at Execution, it’s Bouchet and Metzger one on one. No Kancer. No Cat. And Metzger was completely dominating Trey tonight until HE got a little cocky.Trey and CeeVee walk backwards up the ramp, their attention still on Der Metzger who is seething in the ring. There’s a close up of his masked features, his eyes wild with fury, before Clash cuts to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:13:44 GMT -5
Ash Blake Segment
The crowd below erupts with boos at the sound of Cassidy Adler's voice before the picture even comes into view, a two-shot of the US and All-Access Champions pushing their way into the Philidor Holdings suite overlooking the ringside area as Cass drones on and on. Cassidy Adler: Nah you see when Drake calls himself a lesbian on Girls Want Girls it's ironic. Like she's a lesbian and he likes girls too so that makes them like, the same? I dunno, I just think it's bull[CENSORED] that he drops a really clever line and some virgin blogger dweebs on Twitter [CENSORED] all over it. Absolute beta cuck behavior if you ask me.Lissie doesn't respond as the pair enter the lavish suite, adjusting one of her earbuds with one hand while massaging her temples with the other as Cassidy rants to absolutely nobody. Positioned inbetween the pair, the camera racks focus towards Ash Blake, seated on one of the loveseats, head turned towards the commotion. A pleasant, plastic smile dots her lips as she stands, approaching the pair. Ash Blake: There they are in the flesh, the duo of the hour. Ms. Hope...Her expression falters as her eyes dart towards Lissie's guest. Ash Blake: Mr. Adler.Lissie's eyes narrow on Ash as she slides the earbuds out of her ears, cocking her head. Lissie Hope: You wanted to see us, Ash?Ash Blake: Oh no, Lissie.The pair shuffle horizontally, backs against the far wall of the suite as Ash meets them, leaning forward with one arm against the wall, separating the pair with her back to Cassidy. With Cassidy out of view, Lissie lets herself exhale. Ash Blake: I wanted to see you.Lissie draws a sharp inhale as she studies Ash's face, the smile now faded entirely from her lips. Meanwhile, Cassidy grabs Ash's arm, trying to jar it away, to force himself back into the conversation. Cassidy Adler: Come on! This has just as much to do with me as it does—Lissie Hope: Cass...She begins, almost a hiss, though she's quickly cut off. Ash Blake: Shut the fuck up, Mr. Adler.Lissie's eyes widen at the choice of words; Cassidy, however, is unfazed. Ash Blake: Unless you'd like to see how quickly you go from 'guest' to 'trespasser'.Glancing over her reach, Cassidy locks eyes with Lissie, who stares right through him, dead silent in his defense. His expression sours, lips curling into a frown and shoulders slouching as he turns towards the liquor cabinet. Cassidy Adler: Whatever. You're lucky my mom raised me not to hit a girl.As he slinks away, Lissie and Ash eye each other, unblinking. A silence overtakes the pair, comfortable for neither as they search for a way to break it. Ash does so first, clearing her throat. Ash Blake: So you've gotten it. Your 'war' with Johnny Bacchus.Lissie Hope: He's the one who wanted this.Ash Blake: And I'm the one who told you to stand down.Lissie shakes her head, meeting the daggers stared through her with blades of her own. Lissie Hope: You said it: he's all hot air. What are you so goddamned afraid of with him?Ash eyes clench shut for a moment and once more, an ironic smile inches across her face. Ash Blake: "It is because the one is of such a sensitive nature that he will feel a wrong more keenly and with greater intensity than others."Lissie shrugs, squinting at her colleague. Ash Blake: I'm not afraid of him, Lissie. All I see here is a mess of your creation. And it will be a mess you clean up.Lissie scoffs, a smirk forming in the corners of her mouth. Lissie Hope: I will.A silence hangs over them once more. Ash continues staring, Lissie's smirk fading as her guarantee falls on deaf ears. Ash Blake: Or I will have to do it for you.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:14:18 GMT -5
Jill Park Segment
“I’m not your friend or anything, damn” The Des Moines crowd ERUPTS with boos as “Therefore I Am” blasts through the arena, signifying the arrival of “ill” Jill Park. She lowers her sunglasses towards the crowd, laughing at her reception as she skips to the ring, grabbing a microphone from Adilene Floyd on her way. As she steps through the ropes, the music slowly fades out. The booing continues for a few moments before slowly fading away as well. Jill Park: Thank you for that warm reception, Des Moines.The crowd loudly boos and hisses again, bringing a grin to the features of Jill Park. She twirls the microphone in her right hand as she waits for them to die down again. Jill Park: Last week, Kyle Kemp had the GALL to challenge me to a match. After everything that’s transpired, after everything that Kyle Kemp has taken from me, HE has the gall to challenge ME.Billy: THATS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WANTED!Jill Park: It seems funny. See...when I challenged Kyle Kemp, he assured me and everyone else that I was simply not worth his time. That he was moving on. Then he failed to beat Dandy, and SUDDENLY I’m priority number one! Funny how that works, isn’t it?Chris Avery: Jill Park COST Kemp that match! Everyone saw it happen!Jill Park: So, I said what any reasonable person in my situation would. I turned down the challenge. I am not someone’s backup. I’m no plan B. I’m Jill GODDAMN Park and I WILL BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!Billy: Jill Park is HEATED!Just then, “I’m Better Than You” by Sam Adams hits the arena and the crowd erupts with a mixed reaction of cheers and boos! Kyle Kemp comes SPRINTING down the ramp with the briefcase in hand! Billy: Kemp has heard enough!Kemp slides into the ring and Jill runs right at him but he tosses her the briefcase! Confused, she stops in her tracks and catches it, and Kemp spears her to the ground and begins to unload with rights and lefts! Chris Avery: Jill Park screwed Kyle Kemp out of a match for the World Heavyweight Championship and he’s here to get his revenge!Kemp stands after battering Jill, and she is slow to get up. Kemp hoists her up onto his shoulders… Chris Avery: JUSTICE!NO! Jill nails a couple elbows to the side of Kemp’s head and drops behind him, nailing a chop block to the back of his right knee! Kemp falls, and Jill hits the ropes looking for “Cancel Culture”-Kemp dodges it! Park turns into a clothesline that sends BOTH of them over the top rope and to the floor! Billy: SHITFIRE!Before either one can even stand, security is surrounding them, led by Alexander Pasternak. He yells to the security to keep them apart. Alexander Pasternak: This has gone on LONG ENOUGH! You two have been a menace to one another ever since Uprising and it ends...AT EXECUTION!Billy: SHITFIRE! Kyle Kemp vs Jill Park at Execution!Clash goes to a commercial break as multiple security guards continue to restrain both Kemp and Park and get them to the backstage area.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:18:29 GMT -5
John Black vs Claire Hawkins
Adilene Floyd: The next match is scheduled for one fall! Marks: ONE FALL! Chris Avery: Ugh.As the world falls; wider grows disaster's maw Desperate the thralls call; thee three crows caw As those words faded to black, a shrill Banshee’s Wail rang out through the stadium and everything went as dark as it possibly could. A moment later, the beginnings of Orbit Culture’s Nensha began to play; a light layer of smoke appeared upon the stage as the lights began to frantically flCLAIRE in sync with the music. As the music increased in pace, so did the flCLAIRE ing of the lights; a silhouette of a person appearing upon the stage, hunched forward. PICK UP THE BONES! Abruptly, the lights return to normal in time to see the person lean backward and release a deep guttural scream upwards to the heavens from parted lips painted black. Upon finishing the guttural growl, the person titled their head down and fixated their fiery crimson gaze upon the ring; the Action Wrestling crowd letting out a sizable pop. With skin as pale as porcelain and clearly dressed to compete within the squared circle, the person was none other than the Witch of Action Wrestling; Claire Hawkins! Adilene Floyd: Introducing first… the challenger... from Salem, Massachusetts... weighing in at 145 pounds... she is "The Witch"... CLAAAAAAAAIRE..... HAWKINSSSSSSS~!!!! Once she reached the ringside area Claire paused for a moment to look at the cameraman that had dared to get close enough to get a good shot of her face. With a vicious snarl, Claire let out another one of those screams and forced the cameraman to quickly backpedal. Feeling pleased with herself, Claire made her way over to the steps and into the ring. Once she was in the ring she walked to the side of the ring where the hard camera was and stepped onto the second rope, leaned forward a little to keep her balance, and held her arms up while she held up in the "Devil Horns" gesture as pyro shot up from the ring posts. All the while bellowing out that same savage, guttural scream. Billy: Still dang weird not seein' her with the Television Championship.Chris Avery: It's only a matter of time before she's a fifteen time champion.The lights goes out, and we hear the record scratching, then once "I get Real Raw" is heard JB comes out to the stage with the lights on as the song plays on the iron. He then stands at the entrance way, looking at the crowd and walks down to the ramp and gives everyone some daps. Then he slides into the ring, and stands at the corner and taunts to everyone. Then he stands in the middle of the ring as his theme cuts off. Billy: And again… Adilene done vanished…The opening bell tolls. The combatants collide in the middle, throwing hands. Hawkins catches him with a jawbreaker that rocks him. She lets out a scream and charges at him. He ducks an attack and she hits the corner. She turns around and he clotheslines the shit out of her, then stomps until she is sitting. He charges in and she slides out of the way as he goes for double knees. Black turns around and steps out of the corner, then eats a jumping clutch knee to the jaw. Billy: Oh damn! He mighta losta tooth!She lets out a loud guttural scream. Black surprises her with a knee to the gut. He lays in some haymaker punches, then slams her to the mat with a pumphandle suplex. Chris Avery: JIGGY PIGGY SLAM!!!Black covers Hawkins. ONE! TWO!! KICKOUT!!! Black transitions into a crossface chickenwing. Chris Avery: BLACK MAN'S KRYPTONITE!!!Hawkins struggles and screams out in agony. In time, she reaches the rope with her foot. The referee starts to count and he releases the hold. He pulls her up and puts her up in a fireman's carry. Chris Avery: IT'S TIME FOR THE BLACK--Billy: OH NO!!Before he can complete the move, she gouges his eyes and slides down his back. She then wrecks him with a cut-throat neckbreaker. Billy: SPIRITBREAKER!Chris Avery: There's the cover!ONE! TWO!! THR--KICKOUT!!! Billy: So dang close!Hawkins locks in an armbar and drags Black up to his feet. She goes for an Irish Whip and he reverses it. She hits the ropes and then takes a yuge back body drop. She lands hard on the mat and slowly pushes to his feet. He locks in a front facelock and pulls her up for a suplex but she swings back down… rolling him up with a small package. ONE! TWO!! THR--KICKOUT!!! Chris Avery: That was wild!Both combatants get to their feet. Hawkins swings a wild punch. Black ducks and catches her with a snap back suplex. Instead of going for a cover, he drags her off the mat. She breaks free and catches him with a wind-up overhead kick. Billy: TOUCH OF EVIIIIILLL!Chris Avery: THERE’S THE COVER!!ONE! TWO!! THR--KICKOUT!!!? Chris Avery: DID HE KICK OUT?!!Billy: HAWKINS DOESN'T THINK SO!She gets up and argues with the referee over the validity of that count. Black gets up as Hawkins goes for a roaring spinning knee but Black chops it down! He grabs her and hits a suplex over the top rope but Black crashes over the ropes with her!! They fall over the ropes to the apron and down to the mats!! Billy: Oh man!!The ref is counting as Black and Hawkins are barely moving! Chris Avery: Both superstars crashed and burned, who can get up?!Black and Hawkins start to crawl to each other but they both shove the other back down! The ref is at 8! 9! 10! DING DING DING Half boos half confusion.. Billy: The match is over! Chris Avery: No one wins this one!Billy: That's too bad! They were really about to hit that next gear!Chris Avery: What's going to happen with these superstars at Execution!?
Black and Hawkins are still down as we take a commercial break.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:19:36 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:21:06 GMT -5
Oh yeah!
Leonora's Custom Seating has always been tight to her frame. The same is true for the sleeveless leather bodysuit she's wearing. There is green crown on her chest. She's known as the Queen of the Emerald City and she's been the monarch of Big Ticket Entertainment since the (Latest) disappearance of Harvey Marx at Tokyo Fite. Leo is confident as ever, but three months ago she wouldn't have been able to imagine herself here. “Anyone can be who they want to be on stage. Sometimes it's about being everything the people need you to be."Harvey’s words echo in her mind and she smiles. Tonight is about being everything one special person needs her to be. Leonora has always been a leader. Now Her Majesty prepares to wield a different kind of royal authority. Azurine walks over to Leo and kneels on the right side of the wheelchair and Leo puts the halo on her with an ease born out of recent practice. Leo cradles Azurine's face warmly in one last private gesture before tonight's very public display. They are still for a long moment… …. …. *Poof*Harvey Marx had planned to finish his entrance with the usual flourish. Instead he stands still behind Azzy wearing Hot Dog Robinsons newly released “Meat is Magic” t shirt. He's wondering what the hell he just POOF-ed in on. Leo rolls her eyes as all three share a hug. Leo: So you're doing that backstage now, too? I missed you, BT.Marx: You said you were doing something big. I had to be here.Leo's face is suddenly serious Leo: Is it done?Marx: Yes.There is a sudden roar throughout the arena. Leo takes her stage wife's leash. Leo: Showtime?Azurine: Always.Harvey smiles as Leo walks her Adorkable Assistant onto the entrance ramp. He wonders, like gossip columnists around the world if there is something more behind the purely professional presentation Leo and Azzy have carefully crafted. Like every gossip columnist around the world, he knew the Mistress of Misdirection would keep him guessing
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:21:47 GMT -5
Bozo appears on camera backstage sitting on a production box. He has his Circus flanked to his left and right.
Bozo: Ring around the rosey..
A single tear falls from his cheek..
Bozo: Pocket full of posey..
He looks down as another tear drops to the floor.
Bozo: Ashes to ashes..
Bozo stops singing and looks up and smirks. He then full blown smiles.
Bozo: This Sunday, the bell tolls.. for you.
We cut to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:22:34 GMT -5
Shaw Looks for Answers
Backstage, Carter Shaw walks confidently up to GM Alexander Pasternak’s office door with Peter Garvey in tow. Shaw pounds on the door. Pasternak’s voice screams through the door, oozing frustration. Alexander Pasternak: WHAT NOW?Shaw swings the office door open. Carter Shaw: Pasta, chill out, man.Shaw slips inside the office and closes the door behind him to Pasternak’s chagrin. Alexander Pasternak: I’ll have you know I’ve been looking into Dandy’s medical clearance, and Shaw, I’ve got to say… I’m not seeing a damn thing that verifies what you’re saying. Shaw scoffs. Carter Shaw: You calling me a liar? Alexander Pasternak: I’m just telling you you’re mistaken. Dandy IS cleared for Execution, and he WILL be your opponent. Shaw shakes his head and gets a bit more aggressive with Pasternak in an effort to intimidate the GM. Carter Shaw: I don’t think you read your report correctly, Pasternak.Suddenly, a loud bang interrupts the pair’s interaction and the door flies open revealing a livid Dandy DiVito almost frothing at the mouth in unbridled rage. Chris Avery: HE’S HERE! DANDY’S HERE!Billy: SHITFIRE! Dandy charges into Pasternak’s office and jumps into Shaw’s chest with a Lou Thez Press that takes Shaw tumbling back over Pasternak’s desk. Pasta urgently grabs his phone and screams into it. Alexander Pasternak: SECURITY! NOW! IN MY GODDAMN OFFICE! NOWWWWWW!Dandy is laying heavy punches into Shaw’s head and Shaw is opened up. Alexander Pasternak: Dandy! Stop! STOP THIS NOW! Security charges into the office and forcibly pulls Dandy off of Shaw as Dandy is struggling against them to do more damage. Dandy DiVito: Gotta have the security boys save yo’ bitch ass, Shaw?! GOTTA GET SAVED BY YO’ BOYS?! What happened to death, taxes, Shaw beats Dandy?! Nah, son, nah. That’s shit’s all wrong! Death, taxes, and SHAW SUCKS MY DICK! Billy: I…I don’t want to see that, Chris.Chris Avery: I don’t think he means it literally, Billy.Billy: At least the World Title Match at Execution is still on! Dandy versus Shaw is going to be one for the ages!Chris Avery: I have the distinct feeling this match is going to be a bloodbath, Billy!
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:27:05 GMT -5
This Changes Everything
All of a sudden Monday Night Clash stops and Torture appears in his office. He's not even at the show. The crowd is buzzing as it slowly goes quiet and Torture lifts his hands off his desk. Torture: They say it's getting complacent. They say the booking is too boring. They say Action Wrestling is in a rut.. well, then lets fix it.
Sure, my son Pasternak made some tough decisions and put together a great product for Execution, and hats off to everyone who will bust their ass to be great on that show, but what happens next?
I'll tell you what happens next.
First of all, CVO and Katherine will face off in a 2 out of 3 falls match at Execution for the Television Championship! IF the match is to go to a third fall, it'll be a no-DQ match, however if anyone interferes.. they'll be FIRED on the spot!
I'm going to flip Action Wrestling upside down.
From the Cruiserweights to the Heavyweights, from CruiserClash to Monday Night Clash, from top to bottom, I'm going to freshen just about everything up.
Don't believe me? Tune in to Clash on November 1st. I think it's titled SpookyClash. Hah, what a name. Perfect timing if you ask me.
Oh, and by the way, There is no seeding for Turmoil this year. Nah, I'm just going to pick the best 16 superstars that I believe should be in the tournament. That's right, me. Not Gravedigger, not Pasternak, Not Biggs, not the admin team, not any of you. ME.
Oh, speaking of Pasternak and Biggs? I'm giving you guys a few weeks off. I want you guys to go home, relax and then think about what you can do to be bigger, be better, be BADDER than ever so when 2022 comes around.. we're ready to hit all new heights. I mean, I've seen feds fight for dead babies in jars, I've seen feds come to me to crown their World Champions only for them to fold within weeks, and I've seen grown men claim they were hacked when they deleted their own archival footage.
I'm pushing the envelope in 2022.
Torture smiles. The scene fades out to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 12, 2021 0:29:19 GMT -5
Main Event Lissie Hope & Cassidy Adler vs. Johnny Bacchus & Addy A
Chris Avery: We’re back live! And joining us for the final match of the evening here on commentary is the number one contender to the United States Championship, Graham Baker!Graham Baker: Wouldn’t miss a front row seat to this.Adilene Floyd:Adilene Floyd: Ladies and gentle, the following is your main event!The downtempo bass drops. The trap-heavy outro of Billie Eilish’s “bad guy” floods the arena, the booming shaking the seats underneath each audience member. They rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of Action Wrestling’s former two-time World Champion, and current member of Philidor Holdings, "The Blackheart" Lissie Hope! I like when you get mad. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!The anticipation is growing, and the boos start to crescendo. You said she’s scared of me? I mean… Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, Cass Adler behind her, standing for a moment and taking in the fan response. She looks out to the crowd for sighs of support – and by now, the search is in vain. The reaction seems to shake Lissie, and even as Cass yells something at them, she ignores him to walk down the ramp. At the base of the ring, she slides in. Billy: Gotta tell ya, Chris – Lissie’s gotten some bad reactions in the past, but is this the worst we’ve heard?Chris Avery: Lissie’s also been pretty crappy in the past, but her behavior this last month is a new low.She bounces to her feet and raises her arms to the crowd. I’m the bad guy. Ha! Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Adilene Floyd: Ladies and gentlemen, representing Philidor Holdings... weighing in at a combined 318 lbs… the United States and CBS X Division Champions: “the Blackheart” Lissie Hope and Cassidy Adler!She enters the ring, wearing a cut-off "Villain" tee-shirt, and black and red workout pants. She removes the Villain t-shirt and tosses it the front rows. Someone in the front catches it and tosses it back. She doesn’t climb the turnbuckle – instead she simple takes her corner, Cass waiting in the ring. The Arena is bathed in a pink light as the opening riff of "Cry" by Ashnikko pierces the arena. "I'm a tough bitch, but I'm sensitive / Coulda, coulda, coulda quick fuck be a sedative?" Addy walks out to the stage in all her glory. "It's relative 'cause you were pushing me out to the fucking edge / I'm about to rip all of my hair out 'cause I'm madder than I've ever been" She licks her lips, exaggerating the movement of her tongue as it circles around. "I just wanna call you, but I know I can't / Fuck a fuckin' fuckboy, fuckin' up my plans"
Plumping up her cleavage she completes a three hundred and sixty degree spin. "Lay another finger on me, you could lose a hand / You could lose a hand, you could lose a" When facing the ring she bends over and touches the floor with one hand and slaps herself twice on the ass with her other hand. And then… she waits as her theme fades and “Flagpole Sitta” by Harvey Danger hits the P.A. The crowd roars in appreciation! The lights flash red and the Actiontron is lit up with the fresh Chimp in a Suit with a Handgun.jpeg. The background is vaguely psychedelic with shifting fractal overlays. The curtain parts, and out steps Johnny Bacchus. The Hardcore Title is around his waist, and his American flag-print bandana is pulled over his nose and mouth. He rips the bandana off and whips it into the crowd before looking at Addy. They go back-to-back and both pointdown the aisle with a double-barrel finger gun, letting off a shot, and pantomiming blowing smoke off the barrel to the roar of the audience. Adilene Floyd: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined 321 lbs… Addy A and the Hardcore Champion, Johnny Bacchus!The two clasp hands and skip partially down the ring before Johnny stops take pictures with fans and slap hands. At the bottom of the ramp, the two look up at their opponents with a mixture of sadness and contempt. In on the apron, Addy does the splits and slides in while Johnny vaults himself over the top rope. Immediately, Cass and Johnny begin circle one another, exchanging taunts and insults before the referee separates them. Johnny pulls the Hardcore Title from his waist, holding it up in the air to an explosion of cheers! The music fades. As the bell rings, Johnny and Cass start in the ring. Johnny stares coldly across as Cass returns a smug smirk. The two make their way to the center of the ring and circle for a moment before tying up. Cass immediately leverages his height on Johnny to drive the Hardcore Champion back a step, but Johnny adjusts his footing. Leaning into his superior muscle mass, he pushes Cass back and soon drives the X Champion into a corner of the ring. They remain tied up as the ref calls for a break, and when Johnny acquiesces, Cass immediately delivers a slap across the face. Johnny takes a step back, looking out to the crowd in quiet indignation. As he looks back at Cass, giving an absolutely murderous look, Cass slides out of the ring. Johnny follows, and Cass makes a beeline around the outside, eventually sliding back in and cutting across the ring as Johnny continues in pursuit. He dives to tag in Lissie Hope. As she steps into the ring, her and Bacchus lock eyes. Addy’s hand reaches out to slap Bacchus on the shoulder. He turns to look at her, and she gives him a firm nod. They exchange places, and Addy stares across the ring at Lissie to the roar of the crowd! As the two approach one another, Lissie yells inaudible belligerence and mockery at Addy. Coming face-to-face, Lissie gives Addy a rough shove. Addy shoves her back! As Lissie swings, Addy ducks and gets behind Lissie, lifting her into the air and taking her down to the mat. The God Bitch transitions to a side headlock, but Hope rolls her over for a quick and dirty pin. Addy kicks out immediately, but its enough to break the hold. The two stare at each other on their bases. Chris Avery: No love lost between these two, now!Graham Baker: Chris-do you think Lissie has love from anyone?Getting to their feet, Lissie charges Addy. Addy responds with an arm drag, whipping Lissie across the ring to her feet. Cass tags himself in off Lissie’s back. As Lissie gets to her feet, she charges once more for a Spear, but Addy is able to hurdle over it! This does lead Addy directly into a boot to the face from Cass Adler! As she hits the mat, Cass goes for the pin. Ref: 1! Addy kicks out! Cass immediately get on top of her and begins to deliver elbows before the ref taps him on the shoulder and calls for a break. As Addy rolls onto her stomach and begins to crawl to her corner and Johnny’s outstretched hand, Cass yanks her back into the middle of the ring. He applies a single leg Boston Crab and flexes his free bicep to the booing of the crowd! Addy is able to twist over and push Cass off her. They go to their respective corners and tag their partners in, Lissie and Johnny once again in the ring together. As they tie up, Lissie is able to quickly switch behind Johnny for a waist lock. She hoists him from his feet, then drops him straight back down and delivers a painbrush slap to the back of the head and shoves him forward. As he turns, she grins manically at him, putting her arms out and taunting him. They approach again, exchanging cautious leg kicks, each being blocked. A feint gives Lissie an opening to deliver a kick to Johnny’s midsection, and as he doubles over, she rebounds off the ropes and delivers a dropkick to his face. The Hardcore Champ hits the mat as Lissie pops up and taunts the crowd. Lissie Hope: IS THIS YOUR KING?!Chris Avery: Such brash words from Lissie Hope!Billy: She is the United States Champion-Graham Baker: And she needs to learn to shut the [CENSORED] up!She stalks him as he gets up, delivering weak taunt boot swipes to his face. After two of them, he’s able to catch the third and deliver a Dragon Screw to bring her down, but before he can cinch in a lock, she delivers a boot to his head. She rolls forward to get to her feet, able to be standing before him. Before Bacchus can fully recover, she hits a swinging neckbreaker on him. She brings him to a sitting position, driving her knee into his spine as she cranks back his neck. His hands come up to hers, gripping her fingers and attempting to pry them loose. She grits her teeth, cranking the hold before releasing and taking a step back. Running forward, she flips over him for a somersault cutter, driving his face into the mat! She immediately rolls him over for the pin! Ref: 1! 2! Bacchus kicks out! Lissie runs a hand through her hair, annoyed but still determined. She grips him by a handful of hair and drags him to his feet, walking to her corner to tag in Cass. They throw Bacchus against the turnbuckle and deliver stereo stomps to the gut, bringing him to sit on the bottom rope before Lissie clobbers him with a bicycle kick to the chest! Cass drags the dizzied Johnny to the center of the ring and pins! Ref: 1! 2! Johnny kicks out! Cass looks furious! He climbs onto Johnny’s chest and begins raining down mounted punches, but the Hardcore Champ gets his guard up. Reaching up to grab Cass, he swings the two over, now on top position, and begins to rain stiff shots of his own down on Adler! As an ugly left bounces Adler’s head off the mat, Bacchus collapses, the two laying out cold. They rouse simultaneously, Bacchus taking a moment to catch his breath as Cass attempts to get a grip on his surroundings. Back on their feet, Cass starts backing up towards a corner, eventually dropping to his knees like a craven little rat and signalling for a time-out. Bacchus doesn’t hesitate to deliver a jumping spin kick to Cass’s mouth. Chris Avery: KING’S DEAD! BACCHUS MAY’VE TAKEN SOME TEETH WITH THAT ONE!Graham Baker: LET’S GO, JOHNNY!As Bacchus goes for the pin, Lissie begins to scream at the ref! The referee, distracted, doesn’t notice the pin, going instead to Lissie’s corner and explaining how there are no time-outs in professional wrestling so the hit was legal. Noticing the pin not being counted, Bacchus breaks it voluntarily and gets to his feet to make eye contact with Lissie. As her wrath is directed at him, Cass rolls him up from behind! The ref drops to count. Ref: 1! Bacchus kicks out. Getting to one knee, he glares down at Cass. Cass scurries to his corner and dives to tag in Lissie. Lissie charges Bacchus with a short arm clothesline, but he’s able to duck it. He goes for a Pele Kick, but Lissie is able to sidestep and let Bacchus hit the mat. As he pushes himself up, she rebounds off the ropes to jump for a curb stomp, but he’s able to roll to the side and dodge it. Lissie is intercepted with a Belly-to-Belly suplex by Bacchus, but upon hitting the mat, she rolls to her feet and pulls herself up in the corner. Addy tags in, and the two meet again in the ring, exchanging furious punches! Lissie is driven back into the corner, and Addy runs, nailing a running hip attack directly into Lissie’s gut. As Lissie stumbles out, Addy lifts her up for a standing suplex! Addy gets to a knee, flipping her hair out of her face as she looks down at Lissie. The US Champ grimaces in pain, her hand going to her lower back. Addy applies a chinlock, wrenching on Lissie’s neck before flipping her over with a head and arm takedown. On top of her former tag partner, Addy steels herself and cranks the hold. Lissie reaches up to get a handful of Addy’s hair and tries to rock the momentum between the two of them. Leaning forward enough, she gets a hand on the ropes. Addy immediately releases the hold, giving Lissie a moment to pull herself to her feet. Lissie looks over at Addy, using the ropes for support and snarling at Addy. A reckless rush is counter with a hip toss, and Addy follows up with the Aussie Kiss! Addy goes to her corner to tag Johnny back in. From his corner, he watches the beaten up US Champion struggle to get her feet under her in the corner. Johnny hesitates but charges nonetheless, and Lissie is able to avoid a corner big boot to send Bacchus crashing into the turnbuckle. As he staggers, she runs at and bounces off the ropes, leaping into the air and catching him with a Tornado DDT! Johnny’s lights are clearly knocked, and Lissie pulls him to his feet in a double underhook. She looks Addy directly in the eyes, smiling wryly. But before she can deliver the Crown of Thorns, the Hardcore Champion powers up and reverses with a back bodydrop! The crowd explodes as the two stars lay out in the ring. As the crowd beat on their seats to cheer Johnny on, the two begin to come to. Addy stretches out for a tag, as does Cass. Lissie makes the tag first, and Cass charges across the ring to deliver a forearm to Addy and knock her off the apron! The crowd booes loudly as Johnny, arm outstretched, collapses in disappointment. Cass circles him like a buzzard. Cass delivers a stomp to Johnny’s lower back, causing his opponent to writhe in pain. He drops down to apply a chinlock, wrenching Johnny’s head and neck, but Bacchus reaches up to tickle Cass under the armpit. As Cass instinctively giggles and lets go of the hold, Johnny shoves himself forward and lunges to tag in Addy! Addy charges and delivers a flying forearm to Cass’s face, knocking him down! As Johnny climbs to the outside, Addy picks Cass to his feet. She tosses him into her corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle to deliver a series of punches down on Radler Adler. Getting another wind, Johnny tags back in and when Addy throws Cass his way, he catches Adler in a waist lock and lifts him back for a bridging German Suplex! Bacchus maintains the bridge for a pin! Ref: 1! 2! THR- Lissie Hope runs across the ring and delivers a leg drop to break the pin! Addy rolls in, and the two begin brawling as the ref attempts to regain order! As Bacchus begins to stir, Lissie drags Cass to the outside to regroup. Locking eyes and giving a nod, Bacchus and Addy hit the ropes and charge them, delivering stereo Tope Suicidas! As Johnny gets up from Cass and Addy gets up from Lissie, the two let out a war whoop and slap hands to the roar of the crowd! Bacchus rolls Cass back in and covers. Ref: 1! 2! Cass kicks out. Johnny gets to his knees, rubbing his mouth in annoyance. He brings Cass to a sitting position, then looks over at Lissie Hope as she climbs onto the apron. The two make eye contact, and a smile comes over Johnny’s face. Without breaking eye contact with her, Johnny applies a Kimura Lock to Cass. Lissie flies into a rage, climbing in the ring and diverting the ref’s attention. As the ref tries to force her back into her corner, he doesn’t notice Adler frantically tapping out. As Cass notices the ref’s attention diverting, he stops the motion and instead reaches up to gouge Bacchus’s eyes! As Johnny falls back, temporarily blinded and in pain, Cass delivers a swift kick to his balls! As Bacchus doubles over, Cass pulls him in and nails a sloppy Sugondese! Cass goes for the pin as Lissie yells at the ref to turn around! He drops to count! Ref: 1! 2! 3! NO! Addy A dives in at the last second and breaks the pin! Lissie charges across the ring, but Addy is ready. She ducks a clothesline attempt and hoists Lissie up with a double chickenwing, dropping her down for the Chk Chk Boom! Addy pulls Johnny to the corner and climbs out before tagging herself in. She nails a running glancing knee to the side of Adler’s face and rebounds once more setting up for a Heartless! Cass is able to duck and pick Addy’s ankle, bringing her to the ground. Over in the corner, Lissie Hope has pulled herself up and looks to be exhausted and in pain. After applying liberal boots to Addy’s back and head, Cass walks over to his corner, calling for a tag. Lissie looks reticent. She pleads with Cass to let her catch her breath for a moment, but he tags her in anyway. The two begin to argue as Addy is able to crawl over to Bacchus. She throws him a tag, and he climbs into the ring, watching the others argue across from him. As Cass climbs onto the apron, demanding Lissie do the match, she tags him back in. He tags her. She tags him. He tags her and is immediately knock off the apron by a running shouldercheck from Bacchus. Bacchus steps back, running a hand through his hair and looking at Lissie. He mouths “take your time” at her, crossing back to his corner. A look of anger and defiance comes over her face as she gets into the ring. The two begin to circle each other. Lissie Hope: Do not pity me. Don’t you dare pity me!The two square up and begin to exchange chops! Both ring out through the arena as the crowd goes wild, Johnny slowly getting the upper hand. Giving up on the chops, Lissie throws a punch to his face. He obliges by throwing one back at her. She stumbles into her corner, but Cass encourages her on. Johnny makes eye contact with him and begins to hurl abuse, demanding he tag in, before Cass responds with his own. Lissie gives Cass a defeated and disgusted look. Then she looks back at Johnny and glares defiantly, once again exchanging shots with him though more noticeably winded. As he drives her back, she falls into an adjacent corner. He takes a moment to take off his left glove and look down at the tattoo on his knuckle. He looks back at Lissie and back to his fist, his face a look of frustration and hesitance. Lissie looks him in the eyes, defiant and snarling. Lissie Hope: Do it. Johnny struggles, as if trying to work himself up to deliver the finishing blow. Throwing the glove on the ground in disgust with his own inability to muster the desire, he turns. Lissie pushes out of the corner and runs for a jumping, spinning knee. Billy: LIGHTS OUT!Chris Avery: OH MY GOD, NO!Out of nowhere, Addy leaps into the ring, shoving Johnny out of the way. Lissie’s knee connects flush with her face, and Addy goes down! The crowd goes wild as Lissie stares in horror and confusion at the downed Addy A. Johnny’s reserve steels itself. He leaps and spins in the air, his foot connecting flush with Lissie’s face. Billy: SHITFIRE! QUEEN’S DEAD!Johnny hits his hands and knees as Lissie crumples to the ground. First, he checks on Addy, lifting her up and tapping her on the cheek until she comes to. On the ring apron, Cass Adlers stares dumbfounded. Addy pushes herself to shaky feet, and the tag team partners look over at Cass. He glared angrily, yelling obscenity before dropping down at Addy’s approach. Johnny goes for the cover, and Addy stands between him and Cass, urging Cass to come in and break the pin. Ref: 1! Cass looks over at Lissie and Johnny and then to Addy. Addy eggs him on. Ref: 2! Cass continues to talk shit, clearly not wanting to slide in and fight Addy.. Ref: 3! DING DING DING! “Flagpole Sitta” by Harvey Danger hits as Johnny Bacchus gets to his knees. Addy walks over, neither of them looking particularly joyful in spite of the win. Adeline Floyd: Here are your winners…. The team of Johnny Bacchus and Addy A!Addy throws an arm around Johnny as Lissie rolls over to her corner. Johnny watches it happen, and Addy pulls him in for a comforting hug. She rubs his head affectionately, mouthing to him “you did the right thing”. As Lissie pulls herself to a seated position, tears in her eyes, Johnny and Addy clasp hands and raise them in the air. A figure slides into the ring behind them. The music abruptly cuts as Regan Voorhees clobbers Addy A from behind! Johnny watches in shock as Regan slams Addy’s head into the mat over and over again, occasionally raining punches down on her! Joey Bunga jumps up onto the apron, yelling taunts to distract Bacchus enough for Regan to be able to drag Addy to the outside. Regan continues the beating out there, paying no mind to Johnny Bacchus blasting Bunga in mouth and sending him toppling down to the floor. As Regan continues to whip Addy into the barricade and steps, “Midnight City” hits the PA and the Philidor Holdings logo lights up the screen. Graham Baker: This is my cue.Graham throws his headset off, sliding into the ring to have Bacchus’s back. From different angles, the three members of the HR Department jump the barricade. Garvey, Saltair, and Neo all take to the apron as Bacchus and Baker stand back to back, circling slowly. Chris Avery: This is a three-on-two, Billy. Not the worst odds, but certainly not good ones.As the three men enter, the two in the center charge them, Bacchus throwing hands with Saltair as Baker takes on Garvey and Neo simultaneously! Billy: They’re going for it! The fight is on!The numbers game quickly begins to wear down Baker, and the superior strength of Samson Saltair gives him an easy advantage on the tired Hardcore Champion. Throwing the young man into the corner, Saltair pummels his fist into Bacchus’s face with cold intensity as Lissie Hope watches on. Neo and Garvey, having picked apart Baker with stereo corner stomps, hold him up as Saltair charges and nails an ugly corner Spear. Down the ramp walks Ash Blake. Chris Avery: And it just may be four-on-two now. Ash Blake told Lissie Hope to clean up her mess or she would, and it looks like she’s doing exactly that!With Addy A thoroughly beaten, Regan proceeds up the ramp. The two women make eye contact but pass one another. Sliding into the ring, Saltair holds a bloody Bacchus up before Ash, who eyes him with contempt. She turns to Garvey and Neo as they drag Baker before her, and she in turn looks to Lissie. The HR Department shove Baker to her, and after hesitating a moment, Lissie drives him down with the Crown of Thorns! Chris Avery: Disgraceful. Of course she’d show none of the mercy offered to her.Billy: She’s already facing him in the cage – guess it doesn’t matter now.
Ash turns to look at Bacchus. A smug smile crosses her face. As Saltair holds him in place, Ash rebounds off the ropes and jumps to nail a spinning kick to his face. Billy: KING’S DEAD! ASH JUST LAID BACCHUS OUT WITH HIS OWN FINISHER!Garvey and Neo slide out of the ring, returning with the US Championship… and the Hardcore Championship. They give Lissie her belt and then look over to Ash. She smiles at the title before clutching it in her hand, raising it over her head to a chorus of boos. Billy: SHITFIRE!Chris Avery: ASH BLAKE IS THE ONE PASTERNAK HAS CHOSEN TO FACE JOHNNY BACCHUS AT EXECUTION! Lissie raises her title as well, the two women of Philidor Holdings standing shoulder-to-shoulder over their beaten enemies. Chris Avery: BECAUSE SHE LOST TONIGHT IT WILL BE LISSIE HOPE VERSUS GRAHAM BAKER IN THE EXECUTION CAGE! BUT IF YOU SAW THIS SCENE, YOU’D HAVE NEVER KNOWN THAT WAS THE RESULT!Billy: AND ASH BLAKE IS ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS WOMEN ON THE ROSTER, EVEN WITHOUT NO RULES! THIS IS WAR, CHRIS! THESE BOYS MAY HAVE BITTEN OFF MORE THAN THEY CAN CHEW!The show fades to black.
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