(10/25/21) Monday Night Clash

...back at ringside, Billy and Chris Avery sit at the announce desk in a stunned silence.

Billy: I...uh...I don’t know what to say here, uh…

Chris Avery: Um, wow. That… that was bad, Billy.

Billy: You can sure say that again, Chris. I… I just don’t know where to go from here…

The pyro welcoming us to Clash go off and the crowd goes wild. The camera is flying all around the arena showing fans going nuts and waiving their signs around. Suddenly, over the PA, lyrics scream out:



Dandy DiVito appears on the stage. The crowd offers him a passionate mixed response, some cheering wildly and others booing but everyone reacting. Dandy makes his way to the ring with a shit eating grin on his face.

Adilene Floyd: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome "THE ACTION WRESTLING ORIGINAL"... DANDY... DIVITOOOOOOOOOOO!

Dandy slides into the ring and hops up into the corner to show off to a passionately mixed response from the audience.

Chris Avery: Dandy won the World Title for the second time at Execution!

Billy: I think he cares a lot less about winnin’ it for the second time than he does about how he lost it for the second time!

Chris Avery: That’s probably fair, Billy. He looks pretty damn pissed off right now.

Dandy grabs a mic and stares into the hard camera.

Dandy DiVito: So let me get this straight? Kyle fuckin’ Kemp knows he can’t beat me straight up, knows he can’t beat Carter Shaw straight up, knows he can’t win the fuckin’ title straight up, so he takes the fuckin’ cheapest Lissie-Hope-iest route to the fuckin’ title possible and sneaks up on me when I’ve just had a knock-down drag-out fuckin’ war?

The crowd boos passionately.

Dandy DiVito: Ain’t that a bitch, y’all? This fuckin’ coward… that whole fuckin’ time we was The Followin’, I thought we was aimin’ to be better, but it turned out that Kyle Kemp was learnin’ my old ways when I was improvin’ myself.

The crowd boos again.

Dandy DiVito: You know, what though, Kemp? Turnabout is fair fuckin’ play, an’ I guess I got got by my own fuckin’ weapon.

Dandy’s voice begins to ooze sarcasm.

Dandy DiVito: So kudos to you, Kemp. Way to go, champ. I couldn’t be mo’ fuckin’ proud of all yo’ hardwork an’ dedication to success. You the first ever Grand Slam champ, an’ we all know you earned that shit… the same fuckin’ way a goddamn vulture earns a kill.

Dandy’s deathly serious stare remains locked on the camera.

Dandy DiVito: Listen Kemp, I’m man enough to admit you got one over on me, but that shit ain’t never gon’ happen again. Get yo’ ass down here and give me my fuckin’ rematch. NOW, BITCH!

"Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to blare over the speakers and Kyle Kemp emerges onto the top of the stage holding the Action Wrestling World Title, bathing in a cacophony of boos from the crowd.

Billy: The NEW Action Wrestling World Champion is here!

Chris Avery: And he’s making his way to the ring, Billy! This could get dicey!

Kemp wears a broad grin as he climbs into the ring and holds his title up for all - but mostly Dandy - to see and admire.

Billy: Oh, man. Dandy is not gonna like that!

Dandy waves Kemp’s arrogant display off and Kemp laughs before grabbing a mic. Dandy butts in before Kemp can speak.

Dandy DiVito: If you don’t get that fuckin’ thing outta my face, it’s gonna be a whole lot less shiny in the limited light available to it when I shove it up yo’ ass, Kemp!

The crowd pops and cheers Dandy while Kemp’s big smile switches into a look of anger.

Kyle Kemp: Dandy, you’re an ingrate. A year ago, you couldn’t touch my belt with a 10-foot pole. Now? You’re a two-time champion and still, somehow, you make me out to be your boogeyman?! I have three words for you, Dandy: Get. Over. It.

The crowd explodes in nuclear heat for Kemp.

Kyle Kemp: Get over yourself, Dandy. I earned this title just the same as any other person who’s ever won it. Grit, determination, and the focus of one of the all-time legends of the game!

A guitar swell takes over the P.A. as PHILIDOR HOLDINGS L.L.C. flashes on the ActionTron until the guitar riff of "Angry Heart" By Otherwise kicks in, accompanied by the large screen filling with a 3D video of Carter Shaw punching through glass as if punching through the screen itself. Green strobe lights electrify the entrance stage as Shaw walks swiftly out from the curtain. Like a man on a mission, Shaw makes a b-line for the ring with a microphone already in hand.

Carter Shaw: Just wait a damn minute!

Shaw gets to the ring apron and climbs in.

Carter Shaw: None of this was supposed to happen! Neither of you should have made it this far! I played you both like a damn fiddle for 8 months now! You were supposed to destroy each other, and I am still supposed to be champion, damn it!

Dandy and Kemp’s collective focus goes from one another to both of them focusing on Shaw’s rant. Off-mic, Dandy pitches something to Kemp, and off-mic Kemp nods.

Chris Avery: What are the former tag team champions discussing here?!

Billy: I don’t know but it doesn’t bode well for Carter Shaw.

Dandy and Kemp both jump toward Shaw and immediately start laying in shots that drop Shaw to the ground. The crowd is loving it, cheering wildly as Shaw gets some comeuppance.

Billy: Shitfire! The champion and the former champion are really laying it in on the other former champion!

Chris Avery: Can we use some names, Billy?

Billy: UGH, FINE! Kemp and Dandy are beating THE SHIT out of Shaw right now!

Someone slides into the ring behind Kemp!

Chris Avery: WHO’S THAT?!

Billy: IS IT...?!

The stranger grabs the World Title from the mat and loads it back to attack.

Billy: IT IS! IT’S JILL PARK! AND SHE’S READY TO BRAIN THE CHAMPION!

Park flies through and unloads on Kemp’s head with the title! Dandy’s attention turns toward the attack and laughs at Kemp’s misfortune. Park rises from throwing herself into the blow and slips out of the ring as smoothly as she’d entered. As she walks backward up the ramp keeping an eye on the on-going situation in the ring. Dandy walks over to the ropes facing the ramp and smiles as he makes eye contact with Jill and nods to her as if to say good job. Shaw rises just enough to back to his knees and he delivers a vicious uppercutting low blow to Dandy.

Chris Avery: OHHHHHH! Dandy’s gonna feel that one!

Billy: Shaw smashed Dandy’s man bits to… well, to bits! I bet his damn daddy felt that one!

Chris Avery: The only person to make it out of this whole fray unscathed is Ill Jill Park! What should we make of that, Billy?

Billy: I...I don’t know, Chris! Jill Park is certainly one hell of a talent, and she isn’t afraid to play with the big boys!

Chris Avery: With her impending Submission Match with World Champion Kyle Kemp, Jill Park has an ENORMOUS opportunity to demonstrate why she belongs here in the Action Wrestling World Title picture with these other men, with these current and former champions of the game!

All three of the men are down in the ring nursing their respective wounds while Jill Park is standing tall and triumphant on the entrance ramp as we fade to commercial.

Corey Bull Announcement

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“Dead Cell” hits the airwaves and the crowd erupts as Corey Bull walks out to the top of the ramp and looks over the crowd.

Billy: Shitfire!

Chris Avery: Corey Bull hasn’t been seen since his match against the champ at the American Made.

Billy: And Shooter and Noose were utterly destroyed!

Bull walks to the ring slowly, the music playing and Bull clapping hands with the fans.

Chris Avery: We are going to hear from the Bastard in just a few minutes right after these messages.

We fade out and then fade into a black screen with a pair of scales in the corner and words flowing over it.

“Have you messed up? Been caught cheating and do you need a quick exit from your marriage? Afraid she is about to take your dumb ass for everything? Then contact us and we will ensure that you get everything you are entitled to. We can guarantee it...but we won’t!”

The number for Ditcher, Quick, and Hyde: Divorce Attorneys crosses the screen as we return to Monday Night Clash.

Bull is standing in the ring with a mic in his hands. The crowd has calmed down and a Bull looks out over them as he raises the mic.

Corey Bull: I know that most of you was hoping to see me wrapped that Heavyweight title around my waist. But as we all saw, I wasn’t able to get the job done.

Crumblings through the crowd as Bull shrugs, a sad smile on his face.

Corey Bull: The reality is...well the reality is that I just couldn’t accomplish that task here. I have strapped countless belts around my waist. Hardcore titles, United States titles, titles with names that have been as lost as the federation that they were in. I have walked up and down the coast of this country, flown to exotic places, wrestled in bars in front of hundreds and in front of thousands at stadiums. I put a company on my shoulders….and I buried one with my violence.

Bull takes a breath.

Corey Bull: Corey Bull has been a force in this industry for the last twenty-two years. Twenty-two years...that is a long time for someone to kick as much ass as I have. I faced Vigilante at Felony Games in 2001 for the AWC Heavyweight title. I wrestled The Iceman Levi Russow in PWSI for their Heavyweight Championship in 08’. I have wrestled Griffin Hawkins. Corey Black. The man known as Stygian. Bonnie Blue. Alex Richards. Zmac. In Action Wrestling, there have been countless men, from Dandy DaVito to Lissie Hope, and yes I said that correctly. So many people here are above and beyond the regular smucks you see in the ring of lesser companies. Here is where the elite play. And it has been one hell of a good time. But all things must come to an end.

The crowd has a low grumble going on as Bull takes a breath.

Corey Bull: So my email, my text messages, hell my voice mail...they have been getting blown up all week after the announcement of the rest of 2021’s schedule. What is The Last Dance Corey? What’s this show about? How did you pull this off? Blah blah blah. The guys in the back have stopped and asked me what’s up. I told everyone the same thing...you will find out soon enough. You see, I am still negotiating with Torture about what matches will be on the show. But I can tell you what the main event is on December 20th. It will be King of All Wrestlers Corey Black…

Crowd Marks.

Corey Bull: ...The Antidote Spencer Adams…

Crowd marks some more.

Corey Bull: ...Devious Dandy DiVito….

The crowd still marking.

Corey Bull: ...And the Hatebringer Corey Bull!

The crowd dies from marking. Comes back to life to mark harder.

Corey Bull: In a four-way dance. The winner is simply that...the winner. But it is called the Last Dance because these three are my last dance partners. Corey Bull...win, lose, or draw…will wrestle his final match on December 20th. After that match...I hang the boots up.

Shock and awe roll through the crowd. A “Please Don’t do it” chant starts. Bull has a tear roll down his cheek. He wipes it away before he continues.

Corey Bull: There isn’t a single person in that locker room right now that I don’t respect. There isn’t a single person in this crowd that I don’t love. We have some of the best fans anywhere. Our management team is some of the greatest individuals that I have ever had the pleasure of working with. And the wrestlers...this locker room was built by some of the most elite in the world today. Yeah...I included myself in that statement and you know what...I have earned that right. Just like Corey Black has. Just like Spencer Adams. And just like Dandy DiVito.

Bull chuckles.

Corey Bull: The negotiations with Torture have been...well torture. I wanted a six-man match originally. But Tort wanted to make sure it was a great match for me to go out, so he told me to keep it to four people. So to the other two...Lissie Hope and Carter Shaw...know that you are on my list of people I highly respect.

Bull wipes his mouth before he continues.

Corey Bull: I had considered a lot of people. But these four...well there is a deeper meaning. One that goes beyond the normal wrestling that everyone sees. Just know that these three men have my utmost respect...and I am grateful to end it with so much high caliber talent in the ring.

Bull wipes away another tear and seems to be composing himself. The crowd starts another “Please Don’t Go” chant and Bull raises the mic.

Corey Bull: But you are not going to see this Corey Bull anymore. If I am hanging up the boots...if the monster has reached the end of his chain...then I am returning back to where it started...back to the beast I was….Back to who WE were! Because I am not gone yet, Action Wrestling! December 20th is a long way away in my opinion and there are still plenty of opportunities left here for me to kick someone’s ass. You can bet that the next two months….they are going to be interesting. I love you all.

Bull raises the mic and drops it as “New Disease” by Spineshank plays as Bull walks out of the ring and walks the ramp as he claps the hands of fans.

Katherine Hastings vs. Bryan Williams

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Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, introducing first...

The vocal beginning of "Kiss With A Fist" by Florence + The Machine starts to play over the PA system. The crowd turns to the stage with excitement as a dozen closed red roses appear on the ActionTron. One after another, the rose heads begin to open up until the final larger flower in the centre of the screen finally spreads its petals, revealing…

"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄"

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

The crowd cheers and begins to clap along to the beat of the drum as Katherine Hastings runs out onto the stage, being met with a massive ovation. She greets them all with a radiant smile, acknowledging the crowd's reaction before stopping at the top of the ramp, posing with both her arms out wide, her palms facing upwards. After closing both hands and relaxing her arms back down to her side, she proceeds to march confidently towards the ring.

Adilene Floyd: Originating from the City of Westminster, London, England... weighing in at 132 pounds... she is THE ENGLISH ROSE!!... give it up for... KATHERINE HASTINGS!!!

The crowd's cheers pick up momentum once more following her ring introduction. Katherine high-fives multiple fans as she approaches the ring apron closest to the hard camera. She climbs up, standing on the apron as she poses for the crowd once again. Katherine sidesteps to her right, wiping both feet on the mat before finally bending over to enter into the ring, signing the cross as she passes through the ropes.

Once inside the ring, she bounces around on the spot for a few moments until she finally retreats into the corner. Katherine removes her entrance attire and inserts a mouth guard, commencing her final preparations ready for the match ahead.

Chris Avery: Hastings was on a roll as the Television champion before losing a heartbreaker of a match against CVO at Execution... tonight she hopes to get back on the right page!

Billy: She's in there against the most unsettling mofo I've seen since Walter!

Chris Avery: Hastings has heart, she has a good attitude, and she has the support of the fans growing every single week.

Adilene Floyd: And her opponent... weighing in at 207 lbs... from New York City... 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.

Williams props his bat up against the ring steps, then climbs the steps to glide through the ropes. This crowd stands behind this guy firmly.

Chris Avery: Williams is a dangerous competitor, no doubt, but he's come with a lot of intrigue and I think he could go far, if he chooses to.

Billy: I question your motivations, sir!!

Hastings shoots in for a tieup, but Williams immediately throws her with an armbar. Hastings rolls to a crouched position and eyes the stoic Williams warily. She comes back towards him for another tieup, but gets thrown to the mat with the same result. Hastings shakes her head in irritation, as she gets back up to her feet. She moves towards Williams, who smirks a little at the size differential between them. Hastings sweeps in and gives him a kick to the hamstring, then another, and another. She tries for one more, but Williams grabs her foot and flips her end over end to the mat. Hastings, dazed, pulls herself up on the ropes. Williams tells her to come on.

Billy: Not a change in his expression at all, it's like that Twilight Zone episode about mannequins!

Chris Avery: Williams does not have a very emotive facade, but he is a thinking man's wrestler.

Hastings ducks under Williams's outstretched hands and gives him a forearm shot to the mouth, then she lights up his legs with a few kicks, including a straight stomp right on the knee. Hastings backs up to the ropes, but Williams gives Hastings a back drop that sends her sailing high into the air and crashing down on the mat. Hastings shouts in pain and holds her lower back.

Billy: Williams just gave Hastings some flying lessons!

Williams lifts her up and plants Hastings with a scoop slam. Hastings grits her teeth and hisses in pain, as she holds her lower back. Williams lifts Hastings back up, clubbing her over the back a few times, which completely floors Hastings. Williams irish whips her to the ropes, and as she comes back off Williams swings for a clothesline but Hastings ducks under it and keeps running to the opposite ropes. She flings herself at Williams for a Thesz press, but Williams catches onto her, lowering her across his knee with a Manhattan drop. Hastings sits down on Williams's knee, as Williams pulls her into a facelock and drops her to the mat with a DDT. Williams then rolls over on top of Hastings, attempting to lock on a standing camel clutch submission. Hastings reaches out quickly and scoots to the ropes before the hold can be fully applied. The referee tells Williams to break the hold and he does, holding his hands up innocently. Williams lifts Hastings up, and whips her into the corner. He comes in looking for a corner splash but Hastings quickly slips out so that she's halfway onto the apron, sitting on the middle rope with her legs out. Williams hits the turnbuckle and staggers backwards. He turns towards Hastings, to one side, and she tilts back and brings her legs up, connecting right in his face. Williams stumbles back, and Hastings gets back into the ring. She gets a running start and then dropkicks Williams right in the knee.

Chris Avery: Hastings has got to use all of her speed and quickness to stay out of the grip of Williams!

Hastings grabs Williams's leg and hooks his foot under her arm as if for a DDT and then drops back, slamming in on the mat. Williams grimaces and holds his leg and knee. Hastings straightens the leg out and then drops a knee across the leg. Then she puts all her weight on it as she grabs his foot and bends upwards, twisting it. Williams groans and tries to push her off. He reaches for her, but she moves back out of his reach. The referee asks if Williams gives up, but Williams says no. Williams swings at her, but again Hastings moves her head back, as she continues twisting upwards on his leg. Again, the ref asks if Williams will give up, but he refuses. Finally, Hastings releases the hold. She gets to her feet and gives Williams a low straight kick right to the sternum as he sits up. Williams sits backs up, and BattleKat runs off the ropes, blasting him with a shining wizard. Hastings pins him.

One...









Two... Kickout.

Hastings goes to lift Williams up, but the stoic superstar surprises her with a European uppercut. Williams, still not breaking a sweat, rises to his feet. Williams lifts Hastings up and whips her into the corner. Hastings at the last second is able to spring up to the top turnbuckle, set herself, and she attempts to fly off with a moonsault. Nobody home, as Williams slips around beside Hastings. Hastings lands on her feet off the moonsault, but Williams is there and gives her a Chaos Theory style suplex. Williams runs to the ropes, and he goes for a jumping elbow drop, but his opponent suddenly isn't there and he hits harder than he would've liked. Williams rolls around, holding his elbow. Hastings meets him with a running dropkick to the temple. Williams is dazed and he rolls all the way to the ring apron. Hastings paces around a little, and then she walks over, pulling Williams up and between the ropes back into the ring. Suddenly, Williams comes out with a European uppercut that nearly knocks her head off. Williams gets to his feet, limping a bit. Williams pulls Hastings back up into a waistlock, and begins giving her a German suplex. Hastings scrambles over to the ropes and grabs on to the top rope, holding on for dear life and attempting to block it. Williams clubs her across the back a few times, as he tries to suplex her, but she hangs on. The referee tells them to break it up out of the ropes. Williams and the ref argue for a moment, as Hastings continues holding on to the ropes. Williams finally turns back to Hastings, who slips out onto the apron and gives Williams a kick to the midsection. Hastings then grips Williams's head and pulls it down, hanging him up throat first on the top rope. Williams goes stumbling back, holding his throat. Hastings gets back in the ring and takes Williams down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. Hastings waits for Williams to recover, and she attempts to give him a leg drop bulldog, but Williams ducks his head under it and waits until her leg is perpendicular to his head and then he grip on to it, as he gets to his feet, lifting her up onto his shoulders and countering into an electric chair drop.

Chris Avery: The action has been coming fast and furious between the two of them so far.

Billy: Well, as my easy listening station on Pandora reminded me, it's only just begun.

Chris Avery: I... would not have pegged you for a Carpenters fan.

Billy: It... I was trying to smoothly segue there!!

Williams lifts Hastings off the canvas and gives her a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, leaving Hastings laying across his knee. Williams then lifts Hastings as he stands up, and drops her with a back suplex. Williams walks away towards one of the corners as Hastings slowly makes her way to her feet, and as Williams circles around he nails Hastings with a discus lariat that sends her off her feet. Hastings lays on the mat, dazed and not knowing where she is. Williams lifts Hastings back up and plants her with an Ushigorishi. Williams covers...

One...









Two... Kickout.

A deadpan Williams sits up, shaking his pointer finger and then motioning that it's over. Williams lifts BattleKat up to her feet, working her into position to lift for a vertical brainbuster, but Hastings kicks her legs and tries to pull herself back down in midair, and Willaism stumbles back towards the ropes with Hastings still hanging halfway up in position for a vertical suplex lift. When they get to the ropes, Hastings performs a sort of hurricanrana, pulling Williams down throat first across the top rope. Williams staggers away, holding his throat, and then he drops to his knees. Hastings springs off the ropes and takes him down with a tornado DDT.

Chris Avery: Oh my! What a counter! It looked like Williams was attempting the Parkway Driver!

As Williams is staring straight up at the lights, Hastings rolls outside the ring to recuperate. Williams, blinking and stunned momentarily, still gathers his wits about him, follows right behind her. After a moment, Hastings starts to get to her feet. She makes her way around the ring. Williams pursues Hastings around the ring. Hastings comes around the corner where the announcer table is, and she jumps on the corner of the table just as Williams comes around the corner by the ringpost. Hastings jumps back with a springboard forearm knocking her back against the barricade and knocking Williams back against the ringpost. Williams then launches himself forward going for a clothesline, but Hastings ducks and Williams gets nothing but ringpost. As Williams backs away from the turnbuckle holding his shoulder, Hastings takes him down to the padded floor with a springboard legscissor off the ring apron! The crowd pops for the innovative offense.

Chris Avery: Hastings is bringing the fight to Williams, and the crowd is loving this!

Billy: She's a firecracker, I love it!

Williams rolls to the outside, and the ref is counting them both out. Hastings rolls back in the ring, staring at Williams with intense focus. Williams, meanwhile, is pulling himself up. Hastings goes for a baseball slide, but Williams moves out of the way and lets Hastings go by her. Williams goes for a clothesline, but again Hastings ducks. Williams and Hastings both rise to a standing position as Williams wraps his arms around Hastings's waist and powers her into the ring apron with force, as Hastings screams. The referee has begun counting them out again. Williams drags a limp Hastings over to the announce table and begins clearing it off. Chris Avery and Billy scatter. Williams scoop slams Hastings onto the announce table, then he walks over and climbs onto the Spanish announce table, gets a running start and gives her a big running senton on top of the announce table, splattering Hastings, but the table maintains it's integrity. Williams, eyes wide, blows out a whoof of breath from all the effort expended.

Billy: You spilled my Mountain Dew! You heathens!

Chris Avery: The action continues out here in the aisle, Williams is close to losing the count here!

The referee is at a count of 8. Williams quickly walks over and rolls in the ring and back out to break the count. Williams then rolls Hastings back into the ring before entering the ring himself. Hastings grabs him by his arm and attempts to whip him to the ropes, but Williams resists by planting his feet. He sends her into the far ropes with everything he has. Hastings hits the ropes fast, so fast in fact that Williams can't get to his feet completely by the time she returns, and she grabs Williams around the neck before hitting a spinning neckbreaker on him in the middle of the ring. Hastings then goes for a Lionsaut, but Williams gets his knees up and Hastings hits midsection first across his upstretched knees. Williams then pulls the dazed Hastings to her feet as she locks her into an abdominal stretch. Hastings groans in pain. The tall and lanky Williams has Hastings bent into an uncomfortable position. Hastings reaches out for the ropes but she can't move any closer. Finally, Hastings brings her foot down and stomps on Williams's foot. She does it again, and Williams finally releases the hold just enough for her to drop down and bring her leg up to connect with his face in a Pele kick. Hastings drops to all fours as Williams stumbles back. Hastings pulls herself up, and then she runs to the ropes and when she comes back, Williams catches her and slams her to the canvas with an exploder suplex. Williams then grips her legs and turns her over into a dragon sleeper.

Chris Avery: Look at all knee digging into Hastings's back as Williams twists her body like a pretzel.

Billy: Hastings wants more than anything to get back in the race after losing the TV title... but it's not getting off to a great start, she should just give up while she's ahead.

Chris Avery: I think you know that Hastings is determined not to give up again.

Hastings shouts in pain and flails her arms around frantically. Williams sits back on the hold. The referee asks Hastings if she gives up. Hastings shouts "No!". Williams increases the pressure, and she screams, then bites her hand to keep from screaming. The crowd is chanting "Battle Kat" over and over. She tries to reach the short distance towards the ropes, but Williams's clench on the facelock won't let her budge. Hastings can't help but to scream at the pressure on her back.

Billy: For a guy who seems to want the support of the fans, I get the sense of a little mean streak in Williams.

Chris Avery: Brother, if all of this was done without any sort of mean streak, I don't know what else we would be seeing.

Hastings finally scoots over just enough and pulls herself out, and grabs the bottom rope. The referee tells Williams to break the hold. Williams aggressively holds on for just a moment. Finally, he gets to his feet. He and the ref argue for a moment. Hastings gets to her feet at about the same time, only Hastings is holding her lower back. Williams walks over toward Hastings, but Hastings kicks his knee out as he comes close, and then Hastings leaps up and nails a poisonrana that spikes him right on his head. Hastings rests, grimacing and holding her lower back. She slowly gets to her feet. Hastings attempts to lift Williams up, and goes for a snap suplex, but she is unable to due to Williams's size and her weakened lower back. Williams lifts Hastings up in a hanging chokehold, but Hastings quickly kicks him in the side of the head as she tries to grab him, and then as she falls Hastings trips Williams over like a drop toe hold. Hastings then applies a falling leglock, contorting Williams's knee painfully. Williams screams, and flails her arms. The referee asks Williams if he gives up, but Williams refuses. Finally, Hastings releases the hold. Hastings gets to her feet in a bit of pain, and then as Williams pulls himself up he eats several kicks to the hamstring, and then to the midsection. Williams shoves Hastings away, and Hastings runs off the ropes, only to be booted in the gut and hit with a Heroes' Welcome. Williams covers...

Chris Avery: Williams lands Solar Flare Homicide!

One...











Two... Kickout.

Williams stalks Hastings as she gets to her feet. Williams then wraps her arm around her throat and drops with a cravate neckbreaker. He paces around the mat for a second before walking over to the turnbuckle. Then he climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and jumps off backwards, flinging his legs out and going for a corner slingshot splash but at the last second Hastings rolls out of the way. Williams hits the mat chest first, and he starts pulling himself up on all fours, holding his chest. Then Hastings quickly takes his head off with a buzzsaw kick. Hastings paces around, holding her back, and Williams once again gets to a crouched position, as Hastings comes running in and gives him a low doublefooted dropkick to the side of the head. Hastings goes for a cover.

One...











Two... Kickout.

Hastings waits for Williams to get to his feet, and then blasts him with a spin kick that sends Williams tumbling back like a falling tree trunk. Hastings holds on for the cover.

Chris Avery: Kiss From A Rose!

Billy: If it was a thorn it woulda stuck ya!

One...











Two...











Th- Kickout.

Hastings looks up at the referee with a shocked expression. Williams is laying on one side, but too stunned to move. The referee assures her Williams kicked out. Hastings seems at a loss for what to do, but then she goes back to her catch wrestling training, and she pulls Williams' head off the mat. She wraps her legs around Williams's throat in a headscissor submission. She begins squeezing with all of her might. Williams slowly begins looking like he's fading out as Hastings increases the pressure. The referee asks if he gives up. Williams shakes his finger no, but he can't answer as his wind is being cut off. His face is turning bright red. Hastings shouts for him to give up, and squeezes her legs tighter. Williams continues to try and pull himself over to release some of the pressure. Hastings then floats over, turning the leg scissors into a deadly triangle hold. Williams's eyes bulge as his face starts turning red.

Chris Avery: Hastings has that triangle submission locked in! I'm sure Williams would be in for the requisite wailing in torment, if there was blood flowing into his head!

Hastings hauls back on the submission. The referee asks Williams if he gives up. Williams shakes his head no, but he's starting to fade. The crowd is getting behind Williams slowly but surely, and then he starts pulling himself up. He twists around so that he's on his knees. Hastings is bobbing and shaking her head, tightening the grip on the arm as she keeps her legs locked tight. Finally, Williams begins to use his strength, keeping his arm straightened and he deadlifts BattleKat up out of the triangle before dropping her onto her back. Hastings doesn't want to release the hold, but Williams, face turned beet red with the effort, lifts her up and plants her a second time. Both competitors collapse due to the prolonged effort and strain. Williams takes several big gasping lungfuls of air. Hastings rests in the corner, catching her breath, and Williams also shakes his head to clear his vision. After several moments, BattleKat gets back to her feet, knowing she has to close this match. Hastings aggressively pursues Williams in now and Hastings grabs Williams by the hair, executing a hair pull into a backbreaker over the knee. Williams rolls around on the mat holding his lower back because ouch. Hastings scoots over into a pin with the leg hooked.

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Thr- Kickout!

Hastings tries going back to the triangle submission, but Williams fights her off as soon as she grips the arm, not letting her pull him down and wrap her legs around him again. He slides back between her legs, pulling her off balance. Hastings, changing tactics, backs up into the ropes, and then Williams swings at her for a clothesline but she ducks and keeps running, going right into the corner and running up the turnbuckles until she is on the top rope, then she turns and flies off with a crossbody. However, Williams catches her in position to give her a front powerslam, then he flips her up onto his shoulders in fireman's carry position and drops down with a Death Valley driver!

Chris Avery: Williams drills Hastings with that one!

Hastings holds her neck and lower back and contorts around in pain. Williams, his face covered in sweat, is struggling to maintain his usual composure. He gets back to his feet. Williams whips Hastings into the corner and follows her in with a corner clothesline. Hastings slumps limply in the corner, as Williams backs up to the middle of the ring and charges in, then nearly cuts her in half with a corner spear. Hastings stumbles out, holding her midsection, then flops down into a seated position in the corner at the bottom turnbuckle and Williams comes charging in and gives her a running corner knee strike while she's in a seated position. Williams then pulls a nearly lifeless Hastings out and pins her.

Chris Avery: This guy is like a machine, he doesn't stop, he just keeps going.

Billy: Like the rabbit in those thirty year old commercials!

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Thre... Kickout.

Chris Avery: I don't think Williams even knew just how much effort he would have to put out to defeat Hastings.

Billy: She refuses to go down!

Williams grits his teeth and argues with the referee, telling him it was three. The referee assures him Hastings kicked out. Williams has an intense look on his face as he lifts Hastings up. He boots her in the gut and attempts to give her a ripcord lariat. He tries to pull her in, but instead as she gets close to his chest she reverses into a Russian legsweep hold into a front rolling cradle. The ref counts the pin.

Chris Avery: She may have surprised Williams here, countering the Mantra into that unique pinning combination!

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Thre... Kickout.

Hastings covers her face in disbelief. Williams blinks and looks unsure what just happened, questioning if he even kicked out, and also weary by the toll this match has taken. Hastings slowly gets to her feet, and gives Williams a few kicks. Hastings boots Williams in the gut and grips his head for a jumping double underhook DDT, but at the last second as she flips herself up he pulls his head loose and grips on to her, bringing her down across his knee with a harsh backbreaker. Williams then lifts Hastings up in a reverse DDT hold and blasts her with a sitout inverted DDT. A spent Williams sinks down, and covers Hastings.

Chris Avery: There it is, the Shotgun Mouthwash!

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Thre... Kickout.

Billy: Man, Hastings is really showing me something.

Chris Avery: I know, she has shown a lot of heart in giving Williams this test.

Williams grits his feet in frustration at Hastings and he lifts her up, clubbing her over the back, which knocks her down subsequently. Then Williams blasts Hastings with a discus lariat. Not finished yet, Williams grips and lifts him up onto his shoulders for a crucifix, about to finish her off, but as he pulls her up, she pulls loose in midair and twists around behind Williams, kicking him in the back of the leg and then as he drops to one knee, she runs and uses his knee as a springboard to hit a shining wizard right to the temple. Williams drops down to the mat. Hastings rests, using the ropes to hold herself up, and motions for Williams to get up, and when he does, shaking the cobwebs out, Hastings spikes him into the mat with a Zig-zag like maneuver. Then, Hastings flops against the turnbuckle adjacent to her, gathering a few gasps of air. She climbs to the top as quick as she can and hops off with a corkscrew 450 right to the sternum! Hastings drops down for a pin.

Chris Avery: And Hastings BLASTS Williams with the Leap of Faith! What a match we've had so far!

Billy: I think it might be over, because that splash might have just been like when you smash a tube of toothpaste flat with a hammer and it explodes at both ends.

Christ Avery: That is... by far the grossest analogy you've ever made.

Billy: Somebody check him, as all I'm saying, he looks flat in the middle.

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Thre... Kickout.

Hastings yells in frustration. She attempts to lift Williams up to irish whip him again, but again, he resists and whips her into the corner. Hastings hits the corner chest first. Williams takes a moment to recover, then he charges in to the corner, looking to splash Hastings from behind, but Hastings sees him coming out of the corner of her eye. She quickly hops up so that she is sitting on the ringpost and turnbuckle, with her legs out in the aisle, and Williams hits the turnbuckle himself and staggers, then slumps in the corner, facing out into the middle of the ring. Then, Hastings pushes her off and performs a modifed split legged moonsault, but as she falls down she grips Williams's head and drops down to the mat in a seated position with a sitout facebuster from the top rope. The crowd pops at this innovative move, and Hastings hooks the leg, going for a cover.

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Three... Kickout.

Hastings runs off the ropes and then wrap her legs around Williams, going for a wheelbarrow transition bulldog maneuver but Williams grips on to her legs, lifting her up, and then planting her forcefully into the mat with a wheelbarrow facebuster. Hastings groans, and holds her midsection in pain. Williams rests with an arm over the ropes. He eggs Hastings to get to her feet, and then as she gets to one knee Williams shoots in and hooks her head, then pulls her down into a desperation guillotine choke! Hastings's eyes widen. Williams pulls back on the hold, his head bobbing back and forth as he tightens his legs around the midsection. The crowd is getting behind Hastings. The ref asks Hastings if she gives up, but she shouts, "NO!" Williams shouts for her to give up, but Hastings refuses. Slowly, she begins to fade from the pressure on her, cutting off her air. The referee starts to lift her arm, but she jerks it back. She motions that she isn't done yet. Williams settles back on the hold, increasing the pressure, and Hastings yells out in pain. Hastings tries to crawl to the ropes, but they're just out of reach.

Chris Avery: Williams has it locked in. Hastings is fighting with everything she has not to give up.

Billy: When you're in this position, you will do anything to avoid being labelled a little baby quitter.

Rocking the hold side to side as best she can over the space of the next few moments, Hastings pulls herself closer to the bottom rope, stretching out as far as she can. Finally, after several more tense seconds in the hold during which brain cells are dying left and right, Williams releases the hold, seeing that she won't give up. He attempts to pull her back into the center of the ring and apply the hold, but she slips out from between his legs and quickly grabs on to the rope. The referee comes between them to make sure nothing happens while Hastings grabs the rope. Williams backs off, and Hastings comes out of the ropes, and as Williams swings for a clothesline, Hastings ducks under it, boots him in the kneecap to knock his legs out from under him, and blasts him with a jumping double underhook DDT. An exhausted Hastings makes the pin.

Chris Avery: BATTLE OF HASTINGS!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

DING DING DING

Billy: BDUBS WITH THE L, ITS KAT WITH THE DUB TONIGHT IN A-DUB!

Chris Avery: NOOO idea what the hell you just said!

Billy: KATHERINE IS YOUR WINNER!

Kat stands up and celebrates with her arms up.

Chris Avery: Beating Williams is a big deal here, he's a midcarder and now Katherine has shown she is willing to do what it takes to move up!

Billy: We're all sorts of meta tonight!

Chris Avery: I know!

We take a commercial break.

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Billy: Coming up next is a wild one, folks! Due to injuries, Chase Jackson has stepped up into the role of TV Champion but it's not official! This tag match has more than just the TV title on the line though!

Chris Avery: The ending of the Metzger and Bouchet rivalry comes down to this! Winning team gets a tag team title shot at SpookyClash!

Billy: And whoever wins tonight is Television Champion!

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 a masked man emerges from the smoke filled stage.

The lights spookily flicker and start to illuminate the arena as Der Metzger staggers down the ramp, exhibiting and barely controlling an urge to attack the fans in attendance. Kancer is coming up behind him for sure. Der Metzger makes it to the ring and he slides in, moving jaggedly to the corner to pace back and forth. Adilene Floyd stands outside of the ring, avoiding Der Metzger like der schwarze tod. Kancer is also right behind him, guys.

Adilene Floyd: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… already in the ring… he resides in Devil’s Gate Correctional Facility in Castle Rock, Maine… DERRR METZGERRRRR!!! ANd KANCER!!

The fans boo, not because of anything he has done yet, but because he is creepy. And also cause Kancer is in the ring with him.

Billy: This duo of Metzger and Kancer ready to go!

The opening riffs of HERE TO SHOW THE WORLD hits and Chase comes hopping out on one foot to some cheers. He lands on the stage and spins around and puts his arms out wide letting the cheers soak in from the sold out arena!

Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is.. CHASEEEE JACKSONNN!!

Chase smiles as his name is called and he walks down the ramp slapping some skin with some of the fans in the crowd. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and raises his arms getting everyone hype. He jumps onto the apron and walks around the ring post to the hardcam side and then bounces his back off the ropes twice while facing the crowd and raises his arms once more! The crowd pops again as Chase gets into the ring and stretches his legs and taps his knees and is ready for the match in his corner. The music fades.

“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. 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: Alright! This team will have to make due for tonight!

DING DING DING

Bouchet starts the match with Metzger and Metzger goes for a clubbing blow but Bouchet ducks it and grabs Metzger!!

ONE GERMAN SUPLEX!!

TWO GERMAN SUPLEX!!

THREE GERMAN SUPLEX!!

FOUR GERMAN SUPLEX!!

FIVE GERMAN SUPLEX!!

SIX GERMAN SUPLEX..

AND SEVENTH GERMAN SUPLEX!!

Billy: HOT DOG HOLY SHIT WHAT A QUADRAPLEX THAT WAS!

Metzger gets up dazed and confused and Bouchet hits a bicycle knee to the chest knocking him back into the turnbuckles! Bouchet tags in Chase and then Chase whips Bouchet into a running elbow!

Bouchet bounces over the ropes into his spot on the apron after connection as Metzger stumbles out and Jackson hits a big powerslam!

One!

Two!

Metzger kicks out!

Chris Avery: I thought that might have been it!

Jackson picks up Metzger and whips him into the corner but NO, Metzger whips Jackson into the corner and then lets Jackson stumble out before hitting a headbutt to Jackson sending him down onto the canvas!

Metzger tags in Kancer!

Kancer gets into the ring and Jackson kicks him off and tries to go for a tag but Kancer catches him from behind and puts him in position for a stinger death drop but Jackson floats out of it and throws Kancer down!

Jackson dives for a tag!

Billy: DID HE MAKE THE TAG?

NO!!

Bouchet was pulled off the apron by Metzger and then whipped into the railing!!

Bouchet is hurt!

Metzger gets onto the apron and Kancer tags him in as Jackson is blocked from hitting a punch! Kancer hits a stinger death drop!

Metzger jumps off the top rope and hits a falling splash onto Jackson!

Billy: OH NO!!

Bouchet gets onto the apron but Kancer blocks him from getting into the ring!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Billy: Der Metzger is the Television Champion!!

Chris Avery: And Vanguard have to defend their Tag Team Championships against Kancer and Metzger next week on SpookyClash!

Billy: OH MAN!!

Bouchet rolls in as Kancer and Metzger float out of the ring through the ropes celebrating. Bouchet lifts Jackson up to his feet and Jackson stumbles to the corner.

Jackson is sorry but Bouchet is telling him it's all good. Bouchet stares daggers through Metzger.

Metzger celebrates with the TV title on the ramp.

Billy: He's Champion again!

Chris Avery: Oh no! Oh no no no no no!

Billy: Yup.

We fade to a commercial.

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We come back to Clash..

Billy: We're ready for our-

Chris Avery: SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!!

We hear chaos, destruction, and we shoot to the backstage area!!

Billy: OH NO!!

Shane Striker and Bam Beefer have Clarence up in the air over their heads and they lawn-dart his big ass head first into the roll-up garage door!

Billy: OH MY GOD!!

Rampage is up but Striker smashes a steel chair to the stomach of Rampage causing him to drop to his knees! That's when we see RBD enter the frame.

The crowd goes fucking apeshit for him.

RBD holds Rampages head up and starts to stab at his forehead with a fork!!

Chris Avery: OH MY GOD!!

Beefer is up on a production box and jumps off and JUST FLATTENS RAMPAGE WITH A SPLASH!!

Billy: OH MY GOD!!

Rampage is coughing up blood and just pouring blood from his head onto the cement floor and is passing out..

Clarence grabs Striker and shoves him back towards the wall but Hendricks is vulnerable.. cause RBD smashes 4 light-tubes across Hendricks back!!

He screams out in pain!!

Chris Avery: MY GOD THE LIGHT TUBES!!

Beefer runs and just SMASHES Hendricks into the wall face first!! His skull bouncing off the cement wall and falls to the floor.

The crowd boos as Striker, Beefer and RBD pose over the fallen superstars..

Billy: They did this to Noose and Shooter at Execution!! Now Hendricks and Rampage!!

Chris Avery: They said they were done play-fighting and they were truly going to go to war! Well, it looks like it's started!

Billy: This trio is certainly extreme!

Chris Avery: RBD has a match later tonight too! God, this is extreme..ly intense!

The scene fades out with medical personnel checking on Rampage and Hendricks.

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Billy: We heard the winner of this next match will be placed into the Turmoil Tournament!

Chris Avery: WOW! Big news!

Bathory in the ring and is ready to go!

Billy: Bathory is set, you see Hall of Famer TFK at ringside!

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 flash in sync with the music. As the music increased in pace, so did the flashing 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: Making her way to the ring, from Salem, Massachusetts, weighing in at 145 pounds, she is......... "The Witch".....CLAIRE.....HAWKINS!!

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.

DING DING DING

Bathory grabs Hawkins right away and whips her into the corner but she leapfrogs over him and lands on her feet behind Bathory and hits CerberusPlex!

She covers!

One!

Two!

TFK puts Bathorys foot on the rope!

The ref breaks it and Hawkins is pissed!

TFK talks shit but Hawkins just planchas over the top rope and takes out TFK!!

Billy: WHOA!!

Chris Avery: SHES NOT MESSING AROUND!

She slides back into the ring and Bathory goes for a clothesline but Hawkins grabs him and hits Black Veil!

Billy: THE BLACK VEIL!!

She pins!!

One!

Two!

Three!

Billy: HAWKINS IS GOING TO BE IN TURMOIL!!

Chris Avery: SHE'LL BE IN THE TOURNAMENT!!

Billy: She now has a 1/16th chance to be Wrestler of the Year!

Chris Avery: Better than zero percent chance!

Hawkins celebrates as we fade to a commercial.