Main Event
Downfall vs Regan Voorhees
Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is our MAIN EVENT! Introducing first... he weighs in at 217 lbs... DOWNFALL!!
The arena lights dim, as the crowd goes silent and a blazing neon-red Anarchy symbol appears on the tron, which then transitions into the symbol becoming the A in Downfall's name. Then, as the jumbotron begins playing images of shots of Downfall hitting various kicks and signature moves, the opening drum rhythm to "Mainlining Murder" begins.
"Don't touch me baby your fingertips, they feel like pins across my skin
Just light another cigarette so I don't regret, inviting you over
Well don't hold my hand or I'll punch your face
I'm a hungry rat in this hole I waste
There's no blood to taste in this awful place
I'm mainlining murder!
I'm mainlining murder!!"
As the music is kicking in harder, Downfall's head is bowed, and he kneels one knee on the stage, tracing the fingers of his right hand across the ramp, then he slowly raises his head to look at the ring. He then shoots his fist towards the ring and shouts out to the crowd. The arena lights brighten, and then, he begins his walk down to the ring, holding his arms out to take in the reaction of the crowd. He's earned a respectful pop from the smart marks in the crowd. He cracks his neck to the side in an aggressive manner and flaps his hands out at his sides in the manner of someone just itching to get their hands dirty, and as Lars' voice reaches the roughest note of the bridge he slides in the ring, walks over to the ropes and balances himself on the second rope, and then he holds his arms up in a crossed-wrist X symbol. Then he hops down, takes off his leather jacket, and stretches for the match.
Chris Avery: Downfall has his game face very much on, you know he's been looking forward to getting his hands on Regan for a long, long time!Billy: A lot of pride and honestly, a lot of rage is going into this one!Adilene Floyd: And his opponent... weighing in at 131 lbs... REGAN VOORHEES!
The Action Tron alights with an image of a black-and-white claymation pig. The swine, clad in top hat and tailed-tuxedo puffs greedily on a cigar, a porcine robber baron. A buzzsaw screams through the scene, teeth rending the wealthy swine in two as red splatters the screen. Blood trickles down, sullying the white background to spell out...
REGAN VOORHEES
The buzzsaw screech stops as the lights go red, turning the arena to a killing floor. Amid the crimson sea of humanity, a pristine white spotlight tracks up the aisle to the entryway, where it finds Regan sitting crosslegged, her head bowed beneath the hood of her translucent white raincoat. Beneath the see-thru fabric is her sanguine-tinted ring gear, accented with a pattern of weaving white vines adorned with blossoming black camellias.
Her pre-match meditation over, the Duchess' eyes snap open as she vaults limberly to a standing position. On her way to the ring she ignores the crowd, instead taking the time stretch her arms and neck. With a saunter, she climbs the ring steps, pausing at the ropes to pull her hood back and shake loose a mane of shoulder-length blond hair. One hand over the ropes, she glances to the crowd, offering them the slightest of photogenic smirks. From there, she removes her raincoat, neatly folding it on the top rope for the ring attendant, before finally entering the ring. Finding her corner, Regan does a quick stretch of each leg, before hooking her elbows under the top rope. Leaning forward, she gives her opponent's corner a dagger's stare as she waits for the opening bell.
Chris Avery: Well you know Regan is opportunistic as ever, and she's anxious to prove herself as a big time contender after Evolution season.Billy: A victory over a former World champ and a duder who's held record-amount of days with the Television and Tag titles is a big boost in my opinion!The bell rings, Downfall and Regan don't waste a moment locking up center ring. They jockey for position before Regan manages to snag a side headlock. Downfall quickly delivers two forearm shots to the ribs before backing Regan up against the ropes where he shoots her across the ring, Regan bounces off the ropes taking Downfall down with a hurricanrana. She scrambles to her feet quickly as Downfall is still holding his lower back, and quickly bounces off the far side giving Downfall time to roll over to his chest, Regan leaps over Downfall where she bounces off the near side, Downfall springs up to his feet where he sends Regan to the mat with a Japanese style armdrag to a huge pop from the crowd! Downfall and Regan are quickly to their feet where Regan charges forward only to be snapped over with a side headlock take over which plants Regan's shoulders firmly on the mat.
The referee: One -
Regan pulls herself up, but Downfall, using his massles, pushes her back down and clamps on the headlock. Regan slaps the mat, annoyed at being worked back into a headlock, and begins twisting her body around, bringing her legs up to grab Downfall in a head scissors and push with her legs, pulling free of the headlock, but Downfall manages to counter by flipping over Regan stacking her shoulders to the mat once again. The referee starts to count, but before he can even begin, Regan pops out of it, gets to her feet red-faced and flustered, and comes at Downfall who is still on his knees, but as Regan goes to lift Downfall up, he grabs her hair from behind, and tosses her over his shoulder with a side headlock takeover! Regan, pissed off, slaps the mat.
Billy: He's... he's going back to the same move! That's bullshit!Chris Avery: He's grinding Regan down and keeping her from using her -Billy: I'm impatient, years of binge-watching clips of indy shows on Twitter in 30-second intervals has spoiled me, I wanna see nonstop motion, no selling, twenty superkicks, some cannonballs and a DIVE by now!!Chris Avery: ...I may vomit.Regan, getting increasingly aggravated, is able to push her way to her hands and knees as Downfall keeps the headlock applied with bulldog tenacity. Regan rolls onto her back, and as Downfall keeps the headlock tight he is surprised to find Regan rolling him up into a cradle pin instead!
The referee: One... kickout.
Downfall quickly escapes, as both Regan and Downfall reach a vertical base. Regan, reacting quicker and viciously, thumbs Downfall in the eye. He staggers back a step, but Regan is quickly on him. Regan hammers Downfall with a right hand followed by a chop across the chest before snapping Downfall over with a snapmare before delivering a vicious shining wizard to the temple. She quickly covers Downfall hooking the near leg.
Chris Avery: Regan and Downfall had a BATTLE in Chicago at Turmoil, and Regan is more determined than ever to erase the biggest black mark of failure on her career... she's putting everything out there early!The referee: One...
Two... kickout.
As fast as Downfall is able to throw his shoulder up, Regan stays on him, grinding in a rear chinlock. Regan cranks back on the chinlock. The referee asks Downfall to surrender which he quickly waves off, and several agonizing seconds tick by as Regan pulls back with both hands. Downfall begins shaking with adrenline, his hand jittering in the air, and Regan looks from side to side, snarling "No!" Downfall starts working his way to his feet to a huge pop from the crowd. Finally, Downfall gets to his knees, then to his feet, pounding a frantic Regan in the back with a forearm several times, before hoisting Regan up in the air, slamming her into the mat with a back suplex out of the chinlock. Regan and Downfall lay on the mat for several seconds before Downfall starts to stir, as he works his way to his feet Regan is shown rolling out to the floor. Downfall reaches his feet, and comes towards the ropes. Regan works her way to her feet only to be sent back to the floor by a slingshot cross body block by Downfall! Turning back the years to his younger, free flying days! The crowd roars as Downfall reaches his feet, and he turns and holds his arms up. Finally, he turns, picking Regan up off the floor, and walking her by the back of her head down the aisle. Downfall comes around the ring with Regan, lifting her up before smashing her head first off the announce table.
Chris Avery: They're right out in front of us!Billy: Hey, Downfall, watch my water bottle, it's, awwwww dammit he got it all over my papers, come on man!Chris Avery: Those aren't important documents, those were just takeout menus!Billy: I STILL HAVEN'T DECIDED IF I WANT GREEK OR THAI!!Downfall smashes Regan face first off the announce table a second time as the referee continues to count both parties out. Downfall takes Regan by the hair, as she staggers along, stunned into compliance, and Downfall wraps his arms around Regan, before bull rushing them both across the aisle, driving her lower back first into the ring apron! Regan yells in pain and arches her back, and Downfall, merciless as a shark, wraps his arms around Regan again and drives her into the apron again. Downfall throws Regan into the ring, crawling in after her, and going for a cover.
The referee: One...
Two... Kickout.
Downfall reaches his feet, grabbing the Slaughteress (that's... that's one of her names, right) by the hair and methodically dropping her with a swinging neckbreaker. Regan grimaces and holds her neck, blinking and trying to ascertain how she can get back in control but being honest the last few minutes she's been on the receiving end of some hard hits, so as she pulls herself up, she is immediately floored again with an open handed chop across the chest as she reaches a vertical base. Downfall grips her arm and maintains wrist control, sending Regan across the ring and into a set of buckles with a whip. Regan bounces off, holding her lower back, and into a powerslam. Downfall doesn't waste time going for a cover, but instead, gets back up like a Terminator, peeling Regan up off the mat, rocking her with a hard right hand that sends Regan back several feet. Downfall comes forward with a boot to the midsection before positioning Regan for a powerbomb. Downfall hoists Regan up in the air. The crowd explodes as Regan counters the powerbomb with a victory roll out of nowhere!
Billy: Where'd she pull that one out of??Chris Avery: I think there has been a lot of questioning if Regan can hang with an athlete of Downfall's caliber without any assistance or run-ins from her Affluenza teammate, and I think she's trying to prove those haters wrong!Billy: You... you coulda just bantered with me and said her purse, you know.Downfall escapes, and rolls over, blinking and surprised, as Regan reaches her feet quicker, reinvigorated, sizing Downfall up as he starts working his way to his feet. Regan bounces off the ropes and Downfall turns right into a single-leg Codebreaker done lightning-quick. Amazingly, the Belle Ringer only makes Downfall pinball back into the ropes, before stumbling forward barely able to keep his footing, but Regan, incensed at her hated rival who she feels deprived her of what she was due in Chicago, is back on the offensive, running past him and to the ropes, before picking up speed and charging BACK in and giving a second, hellacious single-leg Codebreaker! Downfall's chin hits her shin as she falls back, and he pops straight up and then falls onto his back! Regan rolls out to the ring apron before quickly getting to her feet. Downfall is shown working his way to his feet when Regan springboards off the top rope, delivering a springboard bulldog, spiking the former Tag champ head first into the mat! Regan quickly rolls Downfall over making the cover!
Chris Avery: Regan has rung his Belle not once, but TWICE!The referee: One...
Two...
Th- Kickout.
Downfall escapes to a loud gasp from the crowd. Regan realizes how close she was as she starts working her way to her feet. She reaches down picking Downfall up off the mat before delivering a side Russian legsweep. Regan doesn't waste a second, making her way towards the nearest set of buckles before climing up to the top turnbuckle on the inside of the ring! Regan is crouched on the top turnbuckles before setting sail with a picture perfect moonsault! Downfall manages to roll out of the way moments before impact sending Regan crashing to the canvas. Downfall flows over, trapping Regan with an Oklahoma roll as she reaches all fours.
The referee: One...
Two...
Thr- Kickout.
Regan escapes before the fatal three count to a loud gasp from the crowd! Downfall looks up at the referee, the berserk pace of the match beginning to show as he's red-faced and sweating. Regan is starting to roll over, and try to push herself up. Downfall and Regan both get to their feet, and Downfall throws a few bombs, but Regan cuts him off with a rake to the eyes with her nails! Downfall yells and turns away, scrubbing at his eyes. The crowd boos, but Regan pays them no mind. Regan runs to the ropes, and then she charges at Downfall, who Regan assumed was too stunned, but joke's on her, he ducks under a Yakuza kick attempt by Regan, and he sends her forward, he flows around the side, wrenches the right arm and hammerlocks it, then completes the smooth transition by swinging for the fences with such a ferocious clothesline that it makes Regan cut a flip in the air! Downfall shakes his head and takes a deep breath, flexing the arm he just swung for the clothesline out, before dropping down for a cover.
Chris Avery: Good GOD amighty, the swing on that Babylon Burning, he nearly took Regan's HEAD off her shoulders!Billy: Hey, do you think maybe, in some way, Downfall might still be salty about that whole... "He can't even celebrate being World Champion for twenty seconds before Affluenza beats him bloody with steel chairs" thing?The referee: One...
Two...
Thr - Kickout!
Downfall yells "Come onnnn" and he cuts a look at the referee who holds his two fingers up. Downfall snarls at Regan, pulling her up by her waistband before intending to clamp her in a rear naked choke. Trying to choke the life out of her and cut her wind off... however, as Downfall is intensely grimacing and barking in Regan's face for her to go to sleep, Regan slips through his grasp, falls down and hits a swinging overhead pele kick! Downfall is caught right in the jaw, and thrown off, and Regan recuperates from the choke that never got locked in by kicking him in the kneecap! Downfall goes to one knee! Regan takes the back, grips the arms as if for a double chickenwing and is able to dump Downfall right on his god damn neck with a tiger suplex!
Chris Avery: I can't believe it! She hit the Tigress suplex!Billy: I thought that was for clearly smaller opponents!Chris Avery: Something something will to win giving extra energy something something stopping at nothing!!The referee: One...
Two...
Thre - Kickout!
Downfall shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!
Chris Avery: Downfall's still in this!Regan cuts her eyes towards the referee this time, like this poor dude is having a rough night with people questioning how good he is at his job, as she works her way to her feet. She methodically reaches down and picking Downfall up by the hair, harshly enough that she'd be happy tearing some of it out. Regan sizes Downfall up before delivering a side Russian legsweep. The crowd boo's Regan before breaking out into a "Downfall, Downfall, Downfall" chant which drives her insane as she cups both hands over her ears, shouting for them to shut up. Regan is going feral from the support of the fans, and it's taunting her with her past failure to win at Turmoil. Regan shouts for them to shut their mouths, and as if to punctuate it she takes her nemesis by the arms, holding them and then performing a rapid-fire series of Danielson stomps to the face until she's basically kicked him upwards of a dozen times. Downfall isn't moving, and now Regan pins him.
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Three - Kickout!
Downfall kicks out to another massive ovation from the crowd as Regan sits up, yelling in aggravation and running her hands through her hair!
Chris Avery: Regan is letting out all of her frustration, all of her angst over not putting Downfall away!Billy: All these months of going back and forth! The wars for the Tag titles! It's all coming down to just the two of them!Chris Avery: There may not be a title or a tournament final on the line here, but the stakes in this one are huge!Regan reaches down picking Downfall up off the mat, and slapping him over the back of the head, vowing that he is not going to get the better of her... before hurling him into a set of buckles. She charges in after him only to eat a reverse elbow for her troubles as the crowd roars! Regan staggers backwards towards the center of the ring giving Downfall room to explode from the corner with a SPEAR that nearly cuts Regan in half! Both Regan and Downfall are down and not moving! The referee has a "Whoa holy shit man" look on his face, his hands on his temples, before composing himself and going to check on both competitors! Regan and Downfall begin to crawl around, though, even though they're too fatigued to get to their feet. Regan looks over at Downfall, and seeing an opportunity, loads something in her mouth. Downfall crawls over, taking in big gasping lungfuls of air, his hair a stringy, sweaty mess, and he uses the ropes to pull himself over to the corner... He pulls himself to a standing position in the corner, and the referee leans in to check on him, asking if he is fit to continue. Regan rises up, cornering Downfall and getting so close that the referee is between them, and he covers his face and eyes with his hands... and Regan's cheeks bulge as if she is about to spit something. Downfall sees it coming! His hand pistons out, and he clamps his palm over Regan's mouth, keeping her mouth clamped shut! Regan's eyes open up wide as she's trying frantically to spit the red mist out of her mouth, but Downfall is covering her mouth, keeping it from being expelled!
Chris Avery: Downfall has the Red Mist scouted! Downfall says not this time!!Regan's eyes are wide as she can't get the mist out, and her fingers scramble for purchase, finally she just spits the mist out as best she can and mists Downfall's hand! Downfall removes his hand, which is now covered in red... but Regan's chin is covered in red dust and powder as well! Regan yells as if it burns! Downfall grimaces, holding his hand. The referee yells and starts trying to get it off his shirt!
Billy: Good god what is in that Red Mist, Mama Billy Southernstereotype's Carolina Reaper sauce??Tears roll down Regan's face as she stumbles away, wiping at her mouth, and Downfall yells angrily and holds his hand, massaging it. He turns, and sees Regan running at him, and Downfall ducks her frenzied, pain-maddened swing, runs to the ropes, and when he comes back off Regan turns right into a Busaiku knee! Downfall, exhausted, manages to drape his non-Misted left arm over the chest of Regan!
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Three - Kickout!!
Regan shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a massive gasp from the crowd!
Billy: SHE KICKED OUT!Chants of "THIS IS AWESOME" and "FIGHT FOREVER" are coming from the the crowd as Downfall pushes himself up off the chest of Regan and to his feet. Letting out a massive primal scream to a thunderous ovation from the crowd as he calls for Regan to get up. He's clenching his red-colored, Misted hand to his side as if it suffered a second-degree burn, but he has a snarl on his face as Regan starts pulling herself to her feet. Downfall picks the arm of Regan, despite using his Misted hand, and he floats over into a Lebell Lock.
Chris Avery: BAD WOLF! HE'S GOING FOR BAD WOLF! SUBMISSION ATTEMPT BY DOWNFALL!Billy: Despite the fact that it's killing him clearly to lock those fingers and flex the hand that looks like it's been dipped in fucking curry powder, he's stretching to the breaking point to lock that hold in!Downfall uses his legs to keep the arm bent and leans back, clasping his hands together under Regan's chin, as the referee is in prime position for the submission! The ref asks Regan to surrender which she waves off as Downfall cranks further back on the Bad Wolf!
Chris Avery: Can Downfall make Regan tap out?!Once again the referee is heard asking Regan to surrender! She waves off the question as pain is firmly etched across her face as Downfall is pulling her back so hard that her back bends like a bow! The crowd is so split it's not even funny! Regan attempts to start inching her way towards the ropes!
Billy: How can Regan do that!!The referee continues to ask Regan to surrender as she inches closer and closer towards the bottom rope! She reaches out, her fingertips touch the ropes before giving a last ditch effort which pays off as Regan begins biting the red Misted hand of Downfall, causing it even more pain! Red mist residue covering Regan's chin and jaw mingles with the residue on Downfall's hand! Downfall yells, and the hold loosens, as Regan's hand now spears out, catching on to the ropes, forcing the referee to call for the break. Downfall gives almost instantly, rolling over and holding his hand as if it's on fire!
Downfall, completely gritting out out now, reaches down picking Regan up off the mat before delivering a cradle piledriver! Downfall makes the cover forcing Regan's shoulders to the mat.
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Three - Kickout!
Regan shoots a shoulder up off the mat at the very last second to another loud gasp from the crowd!
Billy: CHRIST ON A CRACKER HOW ARE THEY DOING THIS??!Chris Avery: THESE TWO ARE BURNING IT DOWN IN ANOTHER CLASSIC! THEY BOTH REMEMBER TURMOIL AND THEY'RE PUSHING IT TO THE LIMIT TO BE THE WINNER HERE!Downfall is at a loss for what to do for a moment, as he looks from Regan, searching the crowd as if to make sure Jill Park isn't out there, but knowing he has to do this on his own, too. He grimaces and holds his leg and flexes his Misted hand as he gets to his feet, calling for a Godkiller.
Chris Avery: This could be the end! He's calling for it!!Downfall reaches down picking Regan up off the mat before placing her on his shoulders, attempting to settle her in fireman's carry position. Regan comes down from the front, and counters with a X-Factor from out of nowhere! The crowd is on fire for both competitors as they lay on the mat!
Billy: SHIT FUCKIN FIRE!!Chris Avery: Out of NOWHERE! Just when you think either of these competitors are in firm control something like that counter take place!! These two know so much about each other!!Regan slowly begins to stir as she's able to roll over getting an arm across the chest of Downfall!
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Three - Kickout!!
A massive gasp as Downfall shoots his shoulder up off the mat before the fatal three count!
Chris Avery: Now it's Downfall who's having to dig down deep!Regan sits up, letting out a scream and furiously glaring at the referee, who waves the pin off. Regan snarls and gets to her feet, grasping his shirt and cussing at him. The referee warns Regan that she's already ruined enough of his shirt, thank you very much. Snarling angrily, Regan slowly turns, limping noticably towards Downfall. Regan reaches down picking Downfall up off the mat before delivering a vicious European uppercut that rocks Downfall back into the ropes. Regan comes forward with a forearm shot to the jaw before looking to shoot Downfall across the ring, Downfall counters and sends her towards the rope instead, she bounces off the ropes ducking under a Downfall clothesline attempt which sends Regan bouncing off the near side, Downfall spins around where he's met with Regan booting him in the gut, hammerlocking the arm and dropping him down with a snap!
Chris Avery: ABATTOIR!!Billy: That will do it!Chris Avery: Regan is doing it! Regan is finally going to make up for Turmoil!!Regan manages to roll into a cover hooking the near leg of the former Tag champ.
The referee and the crowd: One...
Two...
Three - KICKOUT!
A massive gasp from the crowd as Downfall shoots a shoulder up off the mat!
Chris Avery: HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE!Regan has a look of utter shock across her face as she starts pushing herself up off the mat. Regan's hair is disheveled, and she looks completely out of sorts, as several long moments tick by... Downfall took the Abattoir and is still in this. Regan can't compute this, it's impossible. She has a look as if her entire world is in question before something cold and hard settles across her demeanor and she realizes what she needs to do. She measures Downfall who starts working his way to his feet. Downfall reaches his feet where he staggers backwards before turning around trying to locate Regan! Regan comes forward where she clamps on a reverse chickenwing!!
Chris Avery: SHE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN!Billy: If this chicken is cruelty free, why is he yelling like that!Downfall tries to fight free but the more he fights the more Regan sinks the Cruelty Free in further, with his shoulder blades clenched so tight they're nearly touching, as Regan sinks down to the mat. Downfall groans in pain and agony. Regan cinches the hold in, and she goes to her back, but has him clamped in the hold so effectively that all he can do is yell and contort in pain. The referee asks if he gives up.
Billy: Downfall's fading away!!Downfall drops to one knee as Regan continues to apply more and more pressure! Suddenly from out of nowhere Downfall uses a last ditch effort to stand up and counter by pushing forward with his legs and stacking Regan to the mat! Regan realizes with a gasp that if she doesn't release the chickenwing, like right now, she's going to get pinned, so she does... and she lets Downfall roll off the hold. Regan stands, and finds herself face to face with Downfall, who's also popped up and ravages her with with a BEAST KICK!!!
Regan is flung backwards, and, having expended all of his energy as well, Downfall crumples forward. The crowd roars as Regan and Downfall lay motionless on the mat! Neither one moves!
Chris Avery: BEAST KICK! BEAST KICK! FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!Billy: THEY'RE BOTH DOWN!They both stumble, crawl and kneel up at the ropes and come back to their feet..
The crowd cheering.. as Regan hits a slap across the face of Downfall!
Downfall stumbles back but returns with a forearm!
Regan is against the ropes and Downfall charges but Regan ducks and lets Downfall hit the ropes and Regan hits a back body drop BUT DOWNFALL FLIPS OVER AND LANDS ON HIS FEET!
Downfall hits a back kick to Regans stomach!
Downfall goes to hit the ropes but Regan trips him down onto his stomach/face!
Both are down again.. Downfall crawls towards the ropes as Regan grabs the ref talking about her stomach..
Billy: I think Regan is hurt?!Downfall dips his head through the ropes AND JILL PARK!!
Chris Avery: THATS PARK!!PARK IS ON THE APRON AND CURBSTOMPS DOWNFALLS HEAD ONTO THE APRON!!
Billy: WHAT THE HELL?!Downfall rolls back into the ring as Regan lets the ref go and just lays on top of Downfall!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Billy: WHAT?! REGAN VOORHEES WINS!!Chris Avery: REGAN WITH THE ASSIST FROM HER TEAMMATE AND FRIEND!!Downfall rolls to the corner as Park lifts Regan up..
Billy: REGAN WINS AND PARK IS IN GLORY THIS MONDAY NIGHT!! WHAT A WEEK THATS GOING TO BE FOR AFFLUENZA!!Chris Avery: I STILL DON'T BELIEVE IT ENDED THAT WAY!Dionysus rushes down the ramp and gets to Downfalls aid and Affluenza get out of the ring and head up the ramp..
Billy: What a HUGE main event we just witnessed and it was Regan who walks away the winner but it wasn't without the help of Jill Park!Chris Avery: The tag division is still heating up but remember Dionysus is in that number one contender match next week! Dionysus is grabbing Downfall off the apron and he's coming to as Affluenza laugh and celebrate on the ramp..
We fade into our final commercial break.