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Post by ππ’π₯ππ¬ πππππ on Jan 13, 2023 20:25:26 GMT -5
A sweeping view of the Ballroom reveals a capacity crowd going ape shit! The entrance is minimal, the ring is all decked out in black and one man stands in the ring with a microphone!
Nate Nytro: WELCOME... TO XIII!
Crowd loses their minds again, chanting along "THIRTEEN! THIRTEEN! THIRTEEN!"
Nate Nytro: Tonight, you will bare witness to four matches that will define the paths of five competitors and possibly reignite the fire for three returning superstars! Our main event will see the Action Wrestling Hardcore Championship defended when the challenger, Downfall...
Everyone, literally every single soul in attendance boos their hearts out at the mention of the name.
Nate Nytro: I know, I know. Downfall challenges -
"COREY BLACK! COREY BLACK! COREY BLACK!" the crowd in unison begins.
Nate Nytro: The curator, the innovator, the mastermind, THE FUCKING GOD OF THIS SHIT - ACTION WRESTLING HARDCORE CHAMPION COREY BLACK, IN A DEATHMATCH!
Total anarchy, popcorn flying around, drinks soaring through the air, near deafening reaction from the roughly three thousand watching in the crowd.
Nate Nytro: Not only that, but THE MACK himself Steve Orbit steps back into the ring to battle Spencer Adams!
Another huge pop, both guys well liked by the audience.
Nate Nytro: Two champions collide when Tatiana Jolee and Lissie Hope look to settle their score, and this shit right here, it isn't pure!
Another mondo reaction, this crowd wants BLOOD.
Nate Nytro: And kicking us off.. you thought you'd never see it.. it'll be more violent than Jason Voorhees verses Freddy Krueger..
The lights in the arena fade to black, causing the crowd to go bananas again. Nate drops the mic and scurries off to the announce table as ominous music plays.. |
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Post by ππ’π₯ππ¬ πππππ on Jan 13, 2023 20:27:41 GMT -5
The hypnotizing music continues on as a long spotlight hits the stage, standing there is a mannequin dressed in a creepy clown getup. Some of the crowd freaks out at the sight, before realizing what it is. The spotlight turns off and another shoots toward the upper area, another mannequin is standing there with a Hawaiian shirt and black fedora. The music ramps up a bit, before the spotlight blinks off and three hit the ring, where the man himself stands. Wade Moor looks out into the capacity crowd who are losing their minds, chanting his name.
Nate Nytro: The Leviathan, Wade Moor steps back into competition here at XIII!
Wade smiles, stretching his arms out as his music fades. His attention turns to the entrance, as a thumping drum beat hits every second. The beat slows, the crowd booing but some cheering. Two seconds.. four.. ten.. then nothing. No music, no fanfare, the curtain is opened and Etta's smiling face comes from the darkness to a chorus of boos. Followed close by the gargantuan hand and frame of Walter.
Nate Nytro: I can't believe he's here, this is insane.
Etta and Walter make their way down to the ring, Wade not taking his eyes off the challenge in front of him, Walter doing the same. Etta is writhing as she walks, eerily looking into the eyes of people in the crowd. Walter steps up to the apron and into the ring, Wade not flinching at all as they come face to face and the ref steps in to split them up, Etta at ringside laughing.
Nate Nytro: A dream match for the ages, right in front of our eyes, kicking off this killer broadcast!
From ringside, tonight's ring announcer steps forward and up the steps, through the ropes and into the ring to a massive, massive ovation!
Taylor Swift: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from The Everglades! He stands six foot three, weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty five pounds.. he is WADE! MOOR!
Wade leans backward in his corner, holding onto the top rope and looking across the ring at Walter who is removing his jacket and shirt. Walter walks toward the middle of the ring, Wade stays put, the crowd cheering.
Taylor Swift: And to my right, from Parts Unknown.. he stands six feet, seven inches, weighs three hundred and forty pounds. He is the MAN EVOLVED - WAL -
TAYLOR TAKES A STEP FORWARD AND UNCORKS A KICK DIRECTLY INTO THE DICK OF WALTER! THE CROWD GASPS, CHEERS, AND DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
Nate Nytro: WHAT THE FU-
WALTER IS DOUBLED OVER, WADE MOOR SPINS AND RUNS IN - BROSEIDON PUNCH! WALTER IS ROCKED! WADE OFF THE ROPES, ANOTHER BROSEIDON! TAYLOR ROLLS TO THE FLOOR, ETTA RUNS OVER AND BEGINS SCREAMING AT HER! SECURITY STEPS IN!
Nate Nytro: ABSOLUTE INSANITY!
The ref looks around and shrugs, signals to ring the bell!
DING DING DING
WADE MOOR RUNS AT THE BUCKLE, STEPS OFF THE MIDDLE, TURNS AND TOTALLY FUCKING CLOBBERS WALTER WITH A BROSEIDON PUNCH TAKING THE MONGREL OFF HIS FEET! WADE INTO THE COVER!
1!
2!
NO WALTER KICKS OUT! THE CROWD GROANS!
Nate Nytro: How was that not enough?!
Wade isn't deterred, he rolls to the floor quickly and grabs a table from under the ring, sliding it and himself in, setting it up as Walter manages to stumble to his feet. Wade grabs the big man, corks him around but it's reversed! Walter scoops Wade up like he was a child and DUNKS WADE ON HIS HEAD THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE CULLING, THE HIGH ANGLE CHOKESLAM SWEEP!
Nate Nytro: OH MY GOD.
Wade crumbles to his side as Walter presses on his chest to flatten him out, ref dives in!
1!
2!
NO WADE KICKS OUT TOO much to the delight of the crowd!
Nate Nytro: I thought that was it!
Walter shakes the cobwebs out, dragging Wade up by his hair and shoving him into the turnbuckle where Walter rains down some big back elbows to the side of the head. He lifts Wade up to the top rope and goes to slap him down but Wade blocks it, grabbing Walter around the head and leaping off with a tornado DDT!
Nate Nytro: Wade with the reversal!
He rolls through and keeps the head, guillotine choke!
Nate Nytro: He knows! Wade knows! Choke that fuckin' mongrel out!
Walter is struggling, trying to beat Wade's back with his hands to break the hold but Wade won't release! Walter's blows get lighter! Lighter! HE'S OUT. THE REF DIVES IN TO BREAK IT, WADE LETS GO!
Nate Nytro: HOLY SHIT HE DID IT!
DING DING DING
THE CROWD GOES INSANE, WADE STANDS UP AND THRUSTS A FIST INTO THE AIR!
Taylor Swift: Your winner, by CHOKEout, Wade Moor!
The music picks back up as Etta flies into the ring, checking on the mongrel and he's waking up, Wade sees it and dips, rolling to the floor and making his way back up the ramp!
Nate Nytro: Unbelievable contest, two absolute powerhouses duking it out and Wade Moor comes out victorious!
Walter sits up and gets to his feet to a chorus of boos, Etta screaming, he holds his neck as we fade to a video package. |
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Post by ππ’π₯ππ¬ πππππ on Jan 13, 2023 20:29:16 GMT -5
The guitar opening of βPlowedβ by Sponge begins to bellow out over the P.A system bringing the attention to the stage as the lights strobe as if in sync with the tempo of the song.
Will I wake up, some dream I made up No, I guess it's reality What will change us, or will we mess up Our only chance to connect with a dream
Nate Nytro: And here she comes, folks! The Vancouver Canuck, the current AW CBS Champion Tatiana Jolee! The war of words hasnβt stopped between TeeJay and her opponent tonight β and I donβt think itβs going to stop after tonight either.
A spotlight illuminates the figure of Tatiana Jolee standing there. Dressed in her blackout ring attire with matching boots and pads - her hair is pulled up in a bun and she has a black leather jacket with the Canadian flag on the back.
Nate Nytro: This is another stop on one of the most intense and mean-spirited rivalries weβve seen in Action Wrestling in quite some time. Titles have changed hands - and injuries have been sustained - and personal low blows have been dealt, over and over again.
Will I wake up, some dream I made up No, I guess it's reality What will change us, or will we mess up Our only chance to connect with a dream
Say a prayer for me (Say a prayer for me) Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me (Say a prayer for me) I'm buried by the sound
Of a world of human wreckage In a world of human wreckage In a world of human wreckage
Where I'm lost and I'm found, and I can't touch the ground I'm plowed into the sound
Nate Nytro: But thereβs no rules here tonight. This is no disqualification. These fans are thirsty for blood β and even if sheβs a wrestling purist, you just know Tatiana Jolee wants to shed some of Lissieβs herself.
To her side steps her manager, Ruby Goldhirsch dressed in a classy business savvy designer outfit, and after a nod to one another, the duo makes their way down the ramp to the ring.
Taylor Swift: Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Ruby Goldhirsch - from Vancouver, British Columbia⦠she is the Action Wrestling CBS Champion⦠TATIANA JOOOOOLEEEE!
To see wide open with a head that's broken Hang a life on some tragedy Plow me under the ground that covers The message that is the seed
After a quick conversation with Ruby on the outside, Ruby begins walking back up the ramp. TJ walks up the ring steps, gliding across the apron before entering the ring through the middle ropes. She gives the hard camera a smirk and a little wink while removing her jacket before settling into the corner to await the start of her match.
Nate Nytro: The Hammerstein Ballroom in New York City might be a dream land for some, but it could be a nightmare for others. Thatβs the story coming into this low stakes but high emotion grudge match between two of the female stalwarts and champions of this company β Tatiana Jolee and Lissie Hope.
The thumping synths of βHerβ by Megan Thee Stallion reverberates through the arena, as Meganβs voiceover comes over the speakers and the booming bass shakes the seats underneath each audience member. They rise to their feet in anticipation of the arrival of Action Wrestlingβs Womenβs Champion, the "#HumanHitStick" Lissie Hope!
Nate Nytro: Oh boy, here we go! The second match of the night and it features one of the biggest names in this industry! But this is going to be a fight! This is going to set the tone for the rest of the night!
βI don't care if these bitches don't like me 'Cause, like, I'm pretty as fuck, hahahahaβ
The crowd jumps out of their seats as Megan raps the first verse, and the anticipation is growing, and the cheers start to crescendo as it remixes into the chorus.
Nate Nytro: And the scene is electric here! They canβt wait for her!
βI'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her She, she, she, she, she, she, sheβ
Finally, the curtains spread and Lissie Hope emerges at the top of the entrance stage, standing for a moment and appreciating all of the cheers being levied in her direction. The Womenβs Championship glitters with the spotlights.
βI ain't scared of shit, man or bitch To everybody hating, y'all can suck this clitβ
Nate Nytro: Lissie recently moved to this town, and the town has embraced her completely! She is already a beloved wrestler but sheβs also drawn in her fans from elsewhere β look at the front rows!
The cameras pan over to different sections of the front rows, and thereβs a few fans donned in complete Toronto Frost uniforms, helmet and all. On the other side sits her boyfriend, former AW superstar Johnny Bacchus, who smiles at Lissie with pride.
Nate Nytro: Some familiar faces in the crowd tonight, and some will even be in the ring later! But itβs really nice to see Johnny here in the crowd to support his lady!
She notices signs of support in the front rows, and she acknowledges those young fans with high-fives. But she stops when she reaches Johnny Bacchus and gives him a kiss on the lips. He gives her some words of encouragement before sending her off to her war. She sprints around the exterior of the ring before sliding under the bottom rope. She bounces to her feet and raises her arms to the crowd.
βI'm her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her She, she, she, she, she, she, sheβ
Taylor Swift: Ladies and gentlemen... standing 5'5" and weighing 147 poundsβ¦ SHE IS βTHE DREAMERββ¦ SHE IS "THE HUMAN HIT STICK"... SHE IS THE ACTION WRESTLING WOMENβS CHAMPIONβ¦ SHE ISβ¦ "HER"!
The fans roar with the introduction!
Taylor Swift: SHE IS LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE!
She enters the ring wearing a long black leather overcoat. She removes it, revealing a black leather boustier with embedded diamond studs. She has on black leather shorts connected to leather stirrups around her thighs. Leather knee-high boots complete the look. She hands her belt and coat over the ropes to the timekeeper, before climbing the corner to acknowledge the fans. The song fades to a hush and she and TJ lock eyes, the intensity inside the ring growing with every second.
Nate Nytro: And letβs begin!
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Tatiana wastes no time, charging in at Lissie and nailing her with a chop block to the bandaged knee! The attempt to seize momentum is halted, however, when Lissie staggers but doesn't go down, instead spinning to nail Tatiana in the back of the head with a backfist. Tatiana leans on the top rope, holding the back of her head. When Lissie charges in, she sidesteps and grabs the back of Lissie's head. Tatiana flips Lissie over with a snap mare and follows it up with a stiff kick to her spine!
Nate Nytro: We could hear the crack of that boot on her flesh all over the Hammerstein!
Lissie grimaces in pain as Tatiana pushes her body down and lays on top of her. She hooks the leg as the crowd goes wild.
After a quick kickout, mainly to force Lissie to exert energy, both women roll to their feet and Tatiana stays completely still as Lissie almost begs her to make the first move, taunting her with words that the ringside microphones fail to pick up. Tatiana remains still and Lissie finally rushes towards her opponent with confidence. As Lissie reaches her, Tatiana jumps and catches Lissie with a buzzsaw kick to the head that packs enough force for Lissie to hit the deck! She follows up with a rolling thunder and then rolls Lissie over to hook the leg. Lissie reverses it, rolling over and scrambling to lock Tatiana into an armbar.
Nate Nytro: Tatiana Jolee with extraordinary defense here, as she rolls out of that armbar attempt! You know TJ wants to keep this match clean and pure β so she says β and sheβs baiting Lissie into playing her game!
Lissie pulls her hand back like she's going to throw a punch, but Tatiana dodges and grabs Lissie's arm, powering her down to the canvas with a grip on her shoulder. Tatiana transitions into a crossface chickenwing, but Lissie manages to break out of it immediately, scrambling to the ropes for a breather. Tatiana is right behind her, and as Lissie rolls quickly to her feet Tatiana hits her with a diving shoulder to the knee. Lissie sags to the canvas and Tatiana immediately connects with an elbow drop to the same knee!
Nate Nytro: Tatiana is targeting that tender knee once again! Remember, TJ sent her to the IR for a month late last year, and sheβs got that on her mind once again!
Tatiana grabs Lissie by the back of the head and helps her to her feet, sending her packing into the ropes with a standard Irish whip. Hope comes off, and dodges, slipping behind Tatiana and nails a perfect spinning sidewalk slam that gets a huge pop from the capacity crowd. Lissie stumbles to her feet and charges at Tatiana again, clearly favoring her knee. The two lock up in the middle of the ring, and Lissie immediately powers Tatiana down to the mat, forcing her to her knees with a boot to the midsection that breaks the hold. Tatiana gets to her feet, slinging Lissie into the ropes again. This time she takes Lissie down with a hard springboard body block. Following up with a snap DDT when Lissie gets to her knees, Tatiana seems to be gaining the momentum back.
Nate Nytro: Tatiana Jolee seems to have an answer for everything Lissie has for her!
Tatiana nails a rolling elbow and goes for another pinfall attempt, only to be rolled up into a small package by Lissie Hope!
ONEβ
TWOβ
THβ
KICK OUT!
Nate Nytro: Lissie Hope nearly pulled that off out of nowhere!
The referee gets back to his feet and as Lissie confronts him for a split second, Tatiana slithers in and drives her boot into the bend of her knee once again! Lissie collapses under her weight but wasting no time, Tatiana looks to keep the momentum in her favor as she slings Lissie into the ropes with another Irish whip. On the return, Tatiana chops her down with a cutblock. Lissie starts to crumble, but Tatiana pulls her back up, hoisting her up in the air for a powerbomb. Lissie punches Tatiana defensively, breaking out of the attempt but she can't capitalize. Tatiana eats several hard punches to the forehead before falling forwardβ¦ and right into Lissieβs trap!
Nate Nytro: SAY GOODNIGHT! Sheβs almost got it locked in!!
The triangle choke is almost there, but Tatiana has the alertness to create some separation between the arteries in her neck and the strength of Lissieβs legs! But Lissie squirms on the ground, nearing and nearing the stranglehold β until Tatiana sees an opening and rolls through with exquisite submission defense!
Nate Nytro: SHEβS OUT OF IT!
But with Lissieβs legs still criss-crossed and her on her belly, Tatiana pounces and locks in a modified STF!!
Nate Nytro: The pain! Lissie is screaming in agony!! Tatiana wanted to keep this match in the ring, and Lissie is finding herself in a nightmare each time!
With Tatianaβs fingers wrapping around Lissieβs face, the torque on her knee finally forces Lissie to flip the scriptβ¦ she bites down on Tatianaβs hand, and Tatiana screams in pain! She releases the hold, shaking out the pain from Lissieβs incisors tearing into her flesh! Sheβs now screaming at the referee, but the referee has no answers for her!
Nate Nytro: This is no DQ! Anything goes here tonight!
Tatiana finally turns back to Lissie, who upends her over the top rope with a huge clothesline that carries both of their bodies over before slamming onto the apron ringside! The fans erupt with cheers as Lissie seems now keen to embrace the violence of the event! She picks Tatiana up and whips her shoulder first into the steel ringside steps! She follows it up with a snap suplex on the outside! The fans are roaring as Lissie climbs the barricade, right in front of the fans in attendance wearing the Toronto Frost uniforms!
Nate Nytro: What is she going to do here??
She grabs the football from one of them and waits for Tatiana to get to her feet, before throwing the ball as fast as she can in a tight spiral! Tatiana tries to catch it instinctively but itβs too fast for her and hits her right in the nose! The fans laugh as Tatiana grabs at her face to catch her breath, but her eyes widen in horror as the blood is pouring out of her nose! And she doesnβt realize it, but Lissie jumps off and landing a missile dropkick to her face!
Nate Nytro: LISSIE CHANNELING THE SPIRIT OF XIII NOW! ANYTHING SHE CAN GET HER HANDS ON, SHEβS GOING TO USE!
Lissie is egging the crowd on as she goes back to the Toronto Frost fans and asks for one of their helmets! She grabs the helmet and tries it on, posing for the crowd!
Nate Nytro: Wait a minuteβ¦
Lissie lines up in a three point stance, ready to spear the fuck out of Tatiana Jolee when she returns to her feet! But those fansβ¦
Nate Nytro: WHAT ARE THEY DOING??
Those fans in the Frost uniforms jump the guardrail behind Lissie Hope⦠AND DROP HER DOWN WITH A THUNDEROUS SPIKE PILEDRIVER!!
Nate Nytro: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?? THATβSβ¦ THATβS THE HERITAGE!!
Lissie is out flat on her back, stunned from the piledriver! The Heritage rip off their football uniforms and throw them to the ground, stomping on them!!
Nate Nytro: THANK GOD SHE WAS WEARING THE HELMET!!
AND TJ ORDERS THE HERITAGE TO PICK LISSIE UP β
Nate Nytro: THIS IS THREE ON ONE! FOR FUCKβS SAKE!
But not for long β JOHNNY BACCHUS HOPS THE GUARDRAIL! HE ATTACKS THE HERITAGE WITH RIGHT HANDS! THIS IS A LEGITIMATE FIGHT!! HEβS TAKING THEM BOTH ON! RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND!
Nate Nytro: SHE NEEDED AN EQUALIZER AND SHE GOT IT!
PERSONNEL STORM THE SCENE AND ATTEMPT TO RIP JOHNNY AND THE HERITAGE APART! BUT THE STORY NOW GOES BACK TO THE RING, AS TATIANA, BLEEDING FROM HER NOSE, HAS ROLLED LISSIE IN!
Nate Nytro: Tatiana Jolee is circling Lissie Hope like a rabid dog, looking for that sharpshooter! Itβs a messy sight right now, as that blood wonβt stop pouring out of her nose! Waitβ¦ does she have a change of heart??
Tatiana rolls out of the ring and grabs the Womenβs Championship belt!
Nate Nytro: What the hell is she doing now??
Meanwhile, Johnny and the Heritage are still going at it, but the crew is ushering them all the way backstage. But inside the ring, as Lissie pulls herself up to all fours, Tatiana wraps the Womenβs Title belt around the middle turnbuckle!
Nate Nytro: Lissie is starting to get back to her feet!
Tatiana turns, and Lissie is charging at her like a bull, looking for her #HumanHitStick gore spear!
Nate Nytro: HERE IT COMES!
But Tatiana moves out of the way⦠and Lissie is going headfirst into the title!
Nate Nytro: NOT SO FAST!
Lissie stopsβ¦
She grabs the titleβ¦
Tatiana turnsβ¦
AND LISSIE FLATTENS HER WITH THE WOMENβS CHAMPIONSHIP!
THE FANS ERUPT!
Nate Nytro: THE GOLD STRAIGHT ACROSS THE FACE!
LISSIE COLLAPSES IN EXHAUSTION!
TATIANA IS BLEEDING AGAIN!
LISSIE CRAWLS TOWARDS HER!
SHE FALLS ON TOP!
1β
2β
NATE NYTRO: SHEβS DONE IT!
3β
DING DING DING
βHerβ by Megan Thee Stallion hits as Lissie climbs to her feet!
Taylor Swift: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH⦠LISSIEEEEE HOPEEEEEEE!!!
Lissie grabs her Womenβs Championship and collapses into the corner, the tears beginning to form in her eyes. Tatiana rolls out of the ring covered in blood as medics tend to her injuries! Lissie raises her belt to the screaming crowd in New York City!
Nate Nytro: It wasnβt pretty! It wasnβt fair and it wasnβt easy! But Lissie used everything at her disposal to put Tatiana Jolee away! And itβs not over between them! They have one more on the docket at Gold Rush, where the Womenβs Championship will be on the line! But tonight! Tonight wasnβt about these belts. Tonight was about pride! Tonight was about guts and gore and glory! And Lissie Hope, on a damaged knee once again β BUT THIS TIME SHE STANDS TALL!
The music continues to envelop the crowd as Johnny Bacchus is allowed to join Lissie Hope as she slowly walks back up the ramp to the sounds of her overjoyed fans! |
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Post by ππ’π₯ππ¬ πππππ on Jan 13, 2023 20:30:16 GMT -5
Nate Nytro: Here we have, folks. The match that many said was impossible. The match that many said would never come. Mr. Action Wrestling himself takes on the legendary, undisputed, incomparable, amazing.. Steven βThe Mackβ Orbit. Steve Orbit has not wrestled in nearly eight years. He has been M.I.A from the wrestling world so long that time nearly forgot about him but listen to these fans. Its electric.
KI KI KI, MA MA MA
The crowd pops as the familiar echo hits the arena.
KI KI KI, MA MA MA
The area fills with a thick fog and blue lighting hits the entrance. Heavy bass hits hard and the small monitor above the curtain comes to life with the image of the hockey mask and a name in bold letting.
BADMON
Nate Nytro: Spencer Adams is here! Mr. AW is in the house.
No. 99 hits and a hoodie, hockey masked wearing Spencer steps through the fog and blank stares into the hard cam.
Nate Nytro: He asked for this match and heβs ready for this one, folks!
Taylor Swift: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at 190 pounds...Spencerrrr Adams!!
Spencer rounds the corner and enters a slow march up the stairs and through the ropes. He takes to a corner and ascends where he lowers the hood over his head and slides off the mask.
The fans cheer in anticipation.
Lights dim. Jumbotron lights up.
"Transitioning to renewable resources is tremendously important to the future of humanity."
"The oceans are compromised. The atmosphere is deteriorating. Polar bears are crying themselves to sleep every night."
Images flash of electric cars and rockets lifting off.
"It's time for humanity to take the next step forward. Forward and onward into the future of tomorrow. Today."
Images flash of strippers on poles.
"Tomorrow's future, today. That's what we promise with the Sexual Robot 5000. Sexbot 5 for short."
The lights dim once again. The opening synths of "Flash Light" by Parliament hit the speakers and the crowd pops like they have never popped before. Pink lights swirl around the arena, eventually converging into one big pink spotlight at the entrance as the drums kick in and the funk begins.
Ten absolute dime pieces begin robotic marching towards the ring. Trailing them is Steve Orbit in full pimp attire. He's messing with his phone, looking at the girls... until he gets it right and the girls form a Congo line with Orbit at the end.
When he makes his way to the ring the announcer begins.
Taylor Swift: Making his way to the--
Orbit snatches the mic. The music cuts off. The pop is deafening.
Steve Orbit: NEW YORK CITY!
The crowd is at peak volume. Orbit gives them a moment. The announcer tries to take the mic back, Orbit shoos him away.
Steve Orbit: STEVE ORBIT IS IN THE MOTHER FUCKIN' HOUSE! Let me talk to y'all for a minute. You know when Steve Orbit is around, the pussy can't be far behind, nahmean?
Crowd pop. Some girls just fainted in the bleachers. Orbit motions towards the Sexbots.
Steve Orbit: Me and my close friend Elon, we worked so hard to perfect these robo bitches. I mean, we did every position. We stretched every hole. I mean, dog, we trashed these hoes-- a half ounce of cocaine and a bottle of Viagras, all they did was ask for me. I can confidently say that these bitches are ALL THE WAY DOWN.
Crowd pops a little less enthusiastically.
Steve Orbit: COME ON DOWN to Club Violet. We got two for one specials. Three for two specials. Four for five with a half and half and a back seat special, only at Club Violet. Y'all NEED to book you're mother fuckin trip to Oakland and come GET a piece of these bitches!
Crowd is losing interest. He's actually losing them.
Steve Orbit: BUT LET ME WHIP SPENCER ADAMS YOUNG BOY ASS FIRST!
The crowd goes insane. The robot hoes leave ringside to the back. Orbit flips the mic away and goes to his corner.
Nate Nytro: Electric. Goose bumps. I cant believe what Iβm seeing here in the Hammerstein Ballroom. History in the making here tonight folks. We are mere seconds away from the biggest match in Thirteen's history.
HERE. WE. GO.
DING DING DING
The match starts off with a collar and elbow tie-up that does go anywhere, with both men dead equal and unable to push the other. They break and lock again but this time Spencer Adams, MR. Action Wrestling is able to slowly walk Steve The MACK Orbit to the corner.
Nate Nytro: Spencer Adams trying to gain some early control over Steve Orbit.
The ref starts to count for Spencer to break the hold in the corner as Orbit hooks the bottom rope with his foot.
The Ref: 1..2..3. 4..
Adams slowly peels himself away and connects with a knife edge chop that could split the Earth. .
Nate Nytro: You could hear Orbits chest collapse on that one.
Orbit hunches over, gripping his chest.
Adams puts the switch on the glock and unloads with some machine gun chops. Orbit collapses to the ground as Adams uses the ropes for leverage and boot washes the face of the Mack.
Adams picks up Orbit and starts to paint brush him.
Nate Nytro: Total disrespect by Mr. Action Wrestling. Heβs letting Orbit know whos in char-
* wham *
Nate Nytro: No wait! The Mack Daddy of all Pro Wrestling is fighting back with stiff right hands. Steve Orbit is firing back and this crowd just came alive!!
Clothesline
Duck!
Bulldog by Spencer Adams and side headlock.
Nate Nytro: Adams with punches to the hea - aww, and now a high angle neck crank.
Orbit rolls through with a school boy
Nate Nytro: School boy! School boy! The pin!
1..
2..
Nate Nytro: Heβs done it! Heβs done it!
NOOO!!!
Nate Nytro: The ref signals a two count! I thought he had βim folks. I thought the match was over right then and there.
Adams gets to his feet first; Orbit not so much.
Nate Nytro: Beautiful drop kick by Adams
Orbit topples over, no having his full footing. He hits the middle ropes and hangs on. Adams hits the ropes and leaps through the middle, taking Orbit with him for a bulldog!
Nate Nytro: My god! Adams just bulldogged Orbit from the inside to the outside!
Both men are down but once again.
The ref: 1..2..3..4..
Adams gets to his feet first and heβs calling for Orbit to get to his feet.
Nate Nytro: Adams looking for The Range - Orbit to his -
*WHAM*
Nate Nytro: -
CRANEKJICKOUTOFNOWHEREAREYOUFREAKINKIDDINME!!!!!!!!
Both men are still down
Ref: 6..7β¦8..
Nate Nytro: Steve Orbit makes the count..
9β¦
10!!!!
NOOOOO
Nate Nytro: Adams makes another close call!
Orbit picks Adams and hoists him for a suplex but Adams slips out.
Orbit turns around.
T H E R A N G E
The pin!
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NOO!!!
Nate Nytro: Steve Orbit just kicks out! So close!
Adams picks up Orbit by Orbit comes back with quick shots. Step up enzugeri -
Miss!
Adams tries for a spinning wheel kick
Miss!
Orbit with a roundhouse
Miss!
Drop kick by Adams!
Caught!
Nate Nytro: Orbit with a Boston of Crab, the most dangerous of all the crabs! That's why they eat clam cakes and chowder, the Boston Crabs, as you can see are just too damn powerful - especially when applied by the Mack Daddy of All Pro Wrestling! Weβre in the middle of the ring. Adams options are limited by heβs going to try and crawl his way to the ropes! Orbit holds on but heβs getting dragged.
Adams is crawling..
Crawlingβ¦
Crawlingβ¦
Heβs got it!
Nate Nytro: Adams got the ropes!
The ref: 1..2..3..
Orbit drops the holds and hits the ropes.
Adams to a knee
Nate Nytro: Orbit with a springboard dropkick!
Orbit kips up and hits a running snapmare
Nate Nytro: These fans are getting fired up now!
Orbit scoops up Adamsβ¦
Nate Nytro: HONEY DIP INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!
Orbit backs up and charges the turnbuckleβ¦
NOOO!!
Adams floats out to the apron and leaps to the top ropes from a stand still!!
WHAM!!
Nate Nytro: SPRINGBOARDPOISONRANACANYOUBELIEVEIT!!!!!!!
The pin..
1..
2..
3..
NOOOO!!!
Nate Nytro: Orbit kicks out!
Adams picks up Orbit and tries for a spinning neck breaker but Orbit spins right through it, he turns Adams around and kicks him in the gut..
PILEDRIVER
The pin by Orbit!
1..
2..
NOOOO!!!
Nate Nytro: Can you! Can you! Folks, Mr. Action Wrestling just kicked out of a tombstone pile driver! These fans are beside themselves!
Orbit picks up Adams and grabs him by the waist.
German suplex!
German suplex!
NOOO!!
Nate Nytro: NO world war three today, as Adams, as he backflips through it.
Standing moonsault by Adams to a prone Orbit.
Orbit kicks out before the pin is even attempted!
Adams picks up Orbit and whips him into the turnbuckle!
Nate Nytro: Adams with those mud hole kicks to the gut of Orbit and now mounted punches..
1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..
Nate Nytro: Orbit carries Adams out and connects with a spinebuster! He rolls through⦠firemans carry.. Can he do it.. Firemans carry slam!
Orbit with a lionsault
The pin
1..
2..
NOOO
Nate Nytro: Spencer Adams stays in this fight tonight! This has been a monumental back-and-forth match here tonight!
Orbit picks up Adams and whips him into the ropes..
WHAM!
Nate Nytro: The Light! THE LIGHT!
The pin..
1..
2..
3..
NOOOOOO!!!
Nate Nytro: Orbit with a kick out!
Both men are down
Both men are spent.
The ref counts
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Spencer is up.
Orbit is up
Nate Nytro: The stand off. The face off. This crowd is going crazy!
The two lock up and hammer away with right hands.
PIMP SLAP
KICK TO THE GUT
ORBITAL DDT
NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ADAMS WITH THE VACC-
NOOOO
ORBIT COUNTERS..
DOUBLE SUPERKICKS!!!
NEITHER MAN GOES DOWN.Orbit rushes Adams, but Orbit gets hoofed through the ropes to the apron. Orbit rebounds with a smooth as silk springboard cross body..
CAUGHT!
Nate Nytro: Can he do it? Heβs got Orbit up.. Will this be -- it is!!
THE VACCINE!
The pin
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Nate Nytro: Can Steve Orbit kick out?
3.. !!!!
Nate Nytro: Itβs over! Itβs over! Spencer Adams solidifies his Mr. All Damn Day status by defeating Steven The MACK Orbit! I cannot believe what Iβm seeing! One miscalculation by Orbit and Adams was able to hit the Vaccine. Steve Orbit fought hard. He fought with fire and passion but Spencer Adams makes it out of the Ballroom with the win. In-credable!
Taylor Swift: The winner of this match, Spencer Adams!
Spencer gets to his knees, and then his feet as the ref raises his hand in victory and his music blasts over the PA again. He stumbles to the ropes, leaning on them and putting his hand to his throat to signal to the back to stop his music. It does, Spencer walks forward and extends his hand to Steve Orbit who takes it and is helped off the mat, Spencer holds HIS hand up as the crowd loses their stuff and chants "THE MACK! THE MACK!"
Nate Nytro: Incredible stuff here from both men, a memory to last!
Spencer claps and drops to the mat, leaving Steve to take it all in. He does, placing a hand over his heart and thanking those in attendance.
Nate Nytro: Thank YOU Steve Orbit! We hope to see you again soon!
Orbit smiles and steps out of the ring as his music hits, slapping hands along the way to the back as we fade to a promo. |
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Post by ππ’π₯ππ¬ πππππ on Jan 13, 2023 20:31:04 GMT -5
During the break, the ring crew has been busy replacing the ropes with barbed wire and wheeling out contraptions of mass destruction. The crowd loves what's happening, checking out all the potential carnage before them.
Nate Nytro: As you can see fans, we are almost ready for our main event here tonight!
"The Becoming" by Nine Inch Nails begins. All attention turns to the stage where every single person in the building jeers and boos. Trash is being thrown, but through it all Downfall walks out onto the stage carrying his crowbar. He looks out at the masses that are peppering him with cups, wrappers and boos. He smiles and thrusts the crowbar into the air as he walks down toward the ring!
Nate Nytro: Challenger.. Downfall. A lone tenured professional who has found himself rather oddly on the opposite side of Corey Black. Corey had a plan, it didn't go the way he wanted and now these two are set to destroy one another.
Downfall makes it into the ring as the booing is just endless. His music is hardly audible anymore. It stops, Downfall takes off his entrance garb and hands it off to a runner. The anticipation is palpable. The lights go out. An explosion of noise from the crowd.
A golden light hits the stage. A voice echoes throughout.
"All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must appear inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near."
The opening beats of "Raining Blood" by Slayer blast over the sound system, a red hue is cast over the crowd and stage. As the music kicks into high gear, a literal circle pit forms in the crowd as people start thrashing. From the backstage area steps Corey Black. He is wearing all white, long tights, knee pads, boots, elbow pads, wrist/hand tape and a sleeveless shirt with the Action Wrestling Hardcore Championship around his waist. Everyone is going nuts, Corey slowly walks down to the ring not taking his eyes off it, as Downfall paces back and forth clutching the crowbar.
Nate Nytro: What a scene this is.
Corey rolls into the ring, causing Downfall to stop. He turns his head to face Corey, as our ring announcer steps in and the lights go back to normal, the music stops but the crowd continues.
Taylor Swift: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! Introducing first, the challenger!
Boos, so many boos, but he's unphased.
Taylor Swift: Hailing from Chicago, Illinois! Standing six feet even, weighing two hundred and seventeen pounds.. he is the Purveyor of Anarchy, the Beast Unleashed, he is - DOWN -
Downfall turns and holds the crowbar up, expecting something!
Taylor Swift: - fall.
He relaxes, looking back to Corey who shakes his head.
Taylor Swift: And his opponent - HE is the reigning, defending Action Wrestling Hardcore Champion - and he is motherfucking DEATHPROOF!
Crowd loses it.
Taylor Swift: COREY! BLACK!
Corey unsnaps the Hardcore Title, holding it high into the air as Downfall patiently watches on. The belt is dropped to a runner, Taylor carefully exits, and the anticipation is at a fever pitch.
Nate Nytro: BLACK! DOWNFALL! DEATHMATCH! IT'S FUCKING ON.
DING DING DING
The crowd cannot contain themselves and yet the two men inside the barbed wire roped ring don't move. They simply stare at one another. Neither one making the first move. Moments pass, the crowd getting even more into it somehow. Corey's fingers are shaking, Downfall's crowbar is swaying just a bit.
Nate Nytro: These two are such students.
It's Corey! He lunges forth covering the distance in a flash and throwing a knee toward Downfall's head, but it misses! Ducked under, Corey almost hits the wire and turns, almost taking a crowbar to the gut but he dodges! Downfall now comes close yet doesn't get tangled, he spins around and drops the crowbar just in time to catch Corey's foot coming in for a Yakuza Kick!
Nate Nytro: Man, these men.
Corey is hopping on one foot, Downfall has his right foot on his shoulder holding it in place. Corey tries to one foot hop into an enziguri, Downfall ducks and Corey somehow lands on his foot on the other side. Downfall wraps his arms around Corey's waist and hoists him into the air, throwing him backward in a German suplex! NO! Corey flips and lands on a knee, the crowd blowing up again and Downfall sighing, before turning around and catching a big leaping uppercut!
Nate Nytro: SHORYUKEN!
Downfall stumbles backward, Corey runs in to spear him into the wite but Downfall steps aside and launches Corey's head toward danger! He drops to the mat and slides out of it, Downfall rushes in and ducks under a lariat attempt, putting his hand on Corey's waist and stepping behind, grasping a shoulder and crotch, spinning Corey out in a modified powerbomb right into the middle of the ring as the crowd fuckin' BOOS.
Nate Nytro: Good stuff from Downfall but he has to keep his head in this game.
Downfall kneels down and grasps Corey's chin, wrenching him backward in a camel clutch type hold but his fingers dig for the soft pallete underneath. Corey squirms, breaking the grasp and rolling to his feet where Downfall meets him with a knee to the solar plexus. Suplex postition, DOWNFALL LIFTS AND DRAPES COREY OVER THE WIRE CHEST FIRST!
Nate Nytro: UGH JESUS!
The crowd gasps as Downfall haphazardly just dumps Corey onto the wire, slicing into his torso and arms, drawing blood onto his white shirt. He's a little tangled, Downfall grabs his crowbar and FUCKING SLAMS IT INTO COREY'S BACK!
Nate Nytro: THE ESCALATION! WOW!
Corey grunts in agony, the ref trying to free him from the wire but DOWNFALL SUPERKICKS THE REF, HE FALLS INTO THE OTHER SIDE BARBED WIRE!
Nate Nytro: WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO THIS MAN?!
Another brutal crowbar shot to the back of Corey! AGAIN! Downfall is just teeing off! Corey Black is utterly defenseless! Downfall, red in his eyes, a distant gaze he steps back once. Twice. He rears the crowbar back and charges in looking to plant that thing right in the back of Corey's head but TAYLOR SCRAMBLES TO THE APRON AND THROWS HERSELF OVER COREY!
Nate Nytro: GOD NO, NO!
Downfall stops mid swing. She looks up at him, tears in her eyes. She begs him to stop. Blood drips to the mat from Corey's mouth, the wounds from the wire are leaking. Taylor tells Downfall to look at the man before him. He does. He drops the crowbar.
Nate Nytro: Fuck, finally! I don't know what else Downfall really has to do here! Get another ref down here and call th - WHAT?!
DOWNFALL SPRINTS A SMALL DISTANCE AND LAUNCHES HIMSELF FEET FIRST INTO TAYLOR'S CHEST, HITTING A SHOTGUN DROPKICK AND SENDING HER SAILING OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! THE CROWD GASPS, NATE IS KNOCKED OVER, THE SOUND FROM THE TABLE IS CUT! Downfall hurrily grabs Corey's limp corpse, hoists and rips him out of the wire onto his shoulders, throws him out and HITS THE GODKILLER, COREY HARDLY EVEN REACTS HE JUST CRUMBLES TO THE MAT.
The ref is still knocked out in the barbed wire, Downfall marches over and kicks him lighter to wake him, the ref is up but wails in pain as he tries to get out of the barbed wire. The crowd is booing Downfall like mad and Downfall loses his patience, eventually dragging the poor man over to the body of Corey Black! Downfall kneels, placing his palm on Corey's chest!
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2!
COREY ROLLS HIS SHOULDER UP OFF THE MAT AND NOTHING ELSE. On the floor medics and secutity are removing Taylor from ringside, Downfall watching as they do. He drops to the mat, rolls under the wire and looks under the ring where he grabs wire cutters. Three on one side, he walks over with purpose and does the other side, leaving himself with three longer strands on the mat. He pulls a table out from under the ring and slides that in, stepping up to the ring and rolling Corey Black over to his stomach. Downfall with a big stomp to the spine, then sets the table up. He pulls Corey over, to his knees and then positions Corey on the standing table. Strand by strand and with the crowd getting more and more deafening, Downfall wraps Corey Black to the table.
Downfall looks around, nothing to jump off of. Corey squirms, attempting to free himself but he can't. Downfall kicks the leg of the table out by Corey's feet, creating a slant. Standing at that side, he reaches down and grabs the wire holding Corey's neck down and pulls it up so that the table is standing - AND DOWNFALL CROUCHES, HOISTING COREY BLACK UP AS HE'S STRAPPED TO THE TABLE! DOWNFALL TAKES A STEP TOWARD THE APRON AND LEAPS OFF, TOSSING COREY BLACK FORWARD AND ONTO THE SECURITY RAILING! COREY HITS WITH A DISGUSTING THUD, ROLLING BACK TOWARD THE RINGSIDE AREA AND LANDING FACE UP ON THE TABLE! EVERYONE IS IN FUCKING SHOCK. NATE NYTRO RUNS OVER AND DOWNFALL CLOTHESLINES THE SHIT OUT OF HIM! MORE BLOOD IS COUGHED UP.
Downfall grabs the table by Corey's head and angles it onto the apron, he hops up to the railing and DOUBLE STOMPS THROUGH COREY'S CHEST BREAKING THE TABLE INTO PIECES, PUSHING THE WIRE DEEPER! Corey's life seemingly exits his body, there's nothing left of him. Downfall peels the broken man out of the rubble and back into the ring, Corey not even moving. Downfall grabs the crowbar, looking down at the Action Wrestling Hardcore Champion as he begins gurgling blood. His white shirt now a crimson shade. Corey is on his stomach, Downfall looking down. Corey crawls ever so slowly. A hand on Downfall's boot. Then waistband, trying to pull himself up.
Downfall pushes Corey back, he rests on his knees, but he's looking up at Downfall. The crowd is at a hush, they cannot believe what has transpired here tonight. The ref is up now, begging Downfall not to do it. Corey looks to the ref. Then back to Downfall. He raises one hand, not in defiance, but in relief. He moves his fingers, telling Downfall to bring it. AND HE FUCKING DOES. A CROWBAR SHOT RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES. Corey falls to his side, Downfall kneels down and places the hooked end into Corey's mouth and WRENCHES BACKWARD BENDING COREY IN HALF AND THERE'S NO RESPONSE, THE REF FINALLY DIVES IN AND CALLS FOR THE BELL!
DING DING DING
Downfall lets go and Corey hits the mat hard, almost instantly a puddle of blood begins forming and EMTs and security rush in. Nate Nytro is resting his head and arms on the apron, having watched the last few moments. The ref hastily grabs the Hardcore Title and shoves it into Downfall's chest, almost pushing him away and out of the ring, a handful of event staff grab him now and shuffle him up the ramp and away from the scene.
The show fades to black as the camera is turned, showing a shot of some people in attendance clearly scarred for life. |
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