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Post by Action Reel on Mar 28, 2023 10:02:20 GMT -5
King of Leon’s Crawl its the speakers as Clash opens and the crowd immediately respond with a wave of boos for Action Wrestling Co-President Torture! As Torture stands on the entrance stage, despite his less-than warm reception from the crowd in the Wintrust Arena, he is beaming with a big smile! Chris Avery: And it looks like we’re going to hear from Co-President Torture, who appears to be in good spirits following Battlefield. Billy: And why wouldn’t he? Despite the best efforts of all FIVE challengers in the Elimination Chamber match, SOMEHOW, Jill Park survived, and is still you AW World Heavyweight Champion.Torture confidently struts down the ramp and up the steel ring steps, before stepping in between the ropes. He politely asks Adilene Floyd for the microphone, and after a bit of a glare, she hands it to him before exiting the ring. Torture: Hello Chicago!The crowd again vehemently boos at Torture, causing him to sarcastically throw his hands in the air as if to say “who, me?”. Torture: Two weeks ago, at Battlefield, we seen one of the most intense, one of the most violent, one of the BEST Pay-Per-View Main Events EVER, featuring some of the best men and women to ever grace an Action Wrestling ring. Please join me in introducing to you, for the first time since, YOUR ACTION WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…the woman who was busted open, beaten nearly half to death…but a woman who STILL persevered and came out of the Elimination Chamber VICTORIOUS…ladies and gentlemen…the beautiful…the talented…
JILL PARK!I-I-I have a heart I swear I do, But just not baby when it comes to you The crowd once again comes alive with a sea of boos as the Action Wrestling World Champion steps onto the stage. Much like Torture, Jill has a huge grin on her face. Still very visible are the stitches that adorn her forehead, following the Elimination Chamber match where she was split wide open by Regan Voorhees. As usual, she is flanked by Jake Paul. Walking down the ramp, Jill and Jake pay absolutely no mind to the crowd, staring dead ahead at the ring. As they approach ringside, Jake quickly hops up on the apron, holding the ropes open for Jill to step into the ring. Torture and Jill share a hug, which again ilicits absolute disgust from the crowd in attendance. Torture hands Jill the microphone as she takes center stage, adjusting the World Championship which rests over her right shoulder. Jill Park: What did you all expect?
Really…what? I’ve said from the beginning. I’ve said that despite what everyone of you believe…despite what everyone in the back THINK that they know…I WILL bleed for this.
And that’s EXACTLY what I did at Battlefield, inside the Elimination Chamber. Alexander Pasternak, Spencer Adams, Regan Voorhees, Addy A, Gerard Angelo, Sam Kidsgrove…they ALL thought this would be my downfall. That this was finally the day that Jill Park fell. I didn’t have anyone in my corner. No way for anyone to get involved. I was sent into the lion’s den and it was feeding time.
I was attacked, I was ASSAULTED, at times two on one, if not worse. My head was smashed against the unforgiving steel. I was split WIDE open. While you all cheered, I fought for my life and for my legacy. And just as it looked like it was the end of the road for me…I re-emerged.
Regan Voorhees: Taken down.
Spencer Adams: Put down.
Gerard Angelo: Dealt with.
So while I’m sure you’re all clamoring for my next opponent, whoever it may be…steps up and shuts me up. Just like you thought the all-star team of challengers I just defeated were expected to.
But my question to you is…who is left? Who can STEP UP to take on the greatest World Champion you’ve ever seen?
That’s my question to you all. That’s my question to the LOCKER ROOM.
For weeks, no-months I was ridiculed. I was told that I was coddled. I was “protected”. I was not ready for the hell that awaited me at Battlefield. I was told I would be exposed. That I was a fraud. That I would have NOTHING left.
Yet here I stand before you. I have EVERYTHING. I have passed every test. I have cleared every hurdle.
But still I hear the murmurs. I STILL hear the shots at my credibility.
Tatiana Jolee.The crowd suddenly comes alive with the mention of the CBS Champion’s name. Not typically a crowd favorite, suddenly is thrust into favour when compared with the utterly detestable World Champion. Jill smirks, and shares a laugh with Torture. Jill Park: Yeah, Tatiana.
You think I haven’t heard the comments? That I’ve not seen the tweets? You constantly berate management. You always have a word to say about coming for the World Championship. As far as I’m concerned…you barely have the clout to UTTER MY NAME.
Like the rest of them. They want to bark while I’m not around. You want to talk a big game, while I’m out here walking the walk. While I’m out here being THE DRAW in this company. I’m out here being beaten HALF TO DEATH and still coming out on top.
Yet you, Jolee…you have the absolute GALL to call yourself the best wrestler in Action Wrestling?
Be careful what you say from here on out, Jolee.
I’m always watching.With that, Jill Park drops the microphone and exits the ring with Torture and Jake Paul. Billy: Well some stern words from World Champion, Jill Park!Chris Avery: Indeed, Billy. She does raise an important question though, Billy. After her performance at Battlefield, who will be next to step up to Jill Park?With that question posed by Chris Avery, Monday Night Clash heads to a commercial break.
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Post by Action Reel on Mar 28, 2023 10:06:34 GMT -5
Television Championship Ellie Austin vs. Frank Patrick Venable(c)
The hopeful chiptune noises of "Hopes and Dreams" begins to fill the arena, as the fans scream loudly for the man about to make his entrance. As the hits it's stride, a set of pyro goes off and former World Champion Frank Patrick Venable emerges from the curtain, ready to go. Adilene Floyd: From New Orleans, Louisiana, he is the Action Wrestling Television Champion…FPV, FRANK! PATRICK! VENABBLLEE!A burst of energy hits him and he rushes to the ring, slapping as many hands as he can before effortlessly sliding into the ring. Franks gets up, climbs up to the nearest turnbuckle and energetically roaring along with the audience, ready to take on this week's challenge. "No Money" by Galantis begins to play over the speaker and a purple hue goes over the crowd. Some in the crowd begin to move with the beat of the music as Ellie Austin walks out onto the stage. Adilene Floyd: Introducing the challenger, from New Orleans, Louisiana…weighing in at 120 pounds…Ellie Austin! She stops at the top of the stage before starting to bop up and down, motioning for the crowd to stand up. The crowd begins to cheer as Ellie smiles at them before running down the ramp. As she gets to the bottom she lunges forward and does a cartwheeling flip which pushes her into doing an aerial. She lands on both feet right by the ring and the crowd erupts. Ellie slides into the ring and waves to the crowd before going up on the turnbuckle and saluting the crowd with a huge smile. The referee checks with both competitors before taking the belt from FPV, and raising it the air, signifying the title match is about to commence! DING DING DINGChris Avery: Ladies and gentlemen, here we go! The AW Television Championship is on the line! We have relative newcomer Ellie Austin taking on FPV!The tension in the arena is palpable as the two wrestlers make their way to the center of the ring, their eyes locked in a fierce stare-down. The crowd roars with anticipation as they lock up in the middle of the ring! FPV quickly overpowers his smaller challenger, quickly transitioning into a rear waistlock, followed by a german suplex! FPV quickly follows up with a front facelock and a couple of knees to the head! FPV is fully on the offence, and looks for a standing vertical suplex this time, but Ellie is able to drop behind him and roll him up with a oconnor roll! 1… 2… FPV kicks out! Chris Avery: Close call!Billy: And that’s what both of these competitors will need to be wary of! Obviously FPV has a wide experience and strength advantage, but Ellie is every bit as quick as he is, if not more so! Not to mention she has been on a roll ever since stepping foot inside an AW ring!The two wrestlers circle each other warily, each waiting for an opening to strike. FPV feints left, then right, but Ellie remains stoic, her eyes never leaving her opponent's. Suddenly, FPV lunges forward, aiming a quick punch at Ellie's face. But Ellie ducks and spins, grabbing FPV's arm and wrenching it behind his back into a hammerlock. FPV grits his teeth and tries to maneuver around as best he can, but Ellie keeps control of the arm despite his best efforts. With a sudden burst of energy, he twists and turns, trying to break free of Ellie's grip. But Ellie holds on, tightening the hammerlock even further. Suddenly, FPV is able to notice some slight hesitation and spins out of and reverses into his own hammerlock, but quickly breaks it, connecting instead with a forearm to the back of the neck of Ellie, causing her to stumble forward. FPV then connects with a running knee which knocks Ellie even further foward, and she connects with the ropes chest-first, causing her to spring back into a snap dragon suplex from FPV! He quickly pins! 1… 2… Ellie kicks out! Chris Avery: Tough landing for Ellie Austin there! FPV starting to target her neck by the look of it!Billy: Ellie showing her tenacity, showing her resiliency!FPV grabs hold of Ellie’s hair, lifting her to her feet. He cinches in a front facelock, and lifts Ellie up high in the air…brainbuster! Billy: SHITFIRE! FPV just dropped Ellie Austin right on her head!FPV floats over to the cover! 1… 2… Ellie kicks out! Chris Avery: But again! Ellie Austin finds a way to kick out!Lifting her back up again, whipping Ellie into the far corner. FPV charges in, looking for a knee strike aimed at Ellie’s jaw, but she rolls out of the way! FPV’s right knee collides with the top turnbuckle instead! Ellie connects with a sidekick to the back of FPV’s head! He’s laid out on the canvas! Chris Avery: FPV is down!!Billy: This could be the moment Ellie Austin has been looking for!Ellie pauses for a moment, as she looks out to the crowd, almost getting lost in the moment. She then seems to snap out of it, and heads onto the ring apron, and then climbs to the top rope! FPV still lays supine on the mat…Ellie leaps off, connecting with a frog splash!! She hooks the leg! 1… 2… 3-NO! FPV GOT THE SHOULDER UP! Billy: SHITFIREEEE! FPV KICKS OUT!Chris Avery: Everyone in this arena thought Ellie Austin had it! But FPV isn’t going down!Ellie hoists FPV onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry position, but FPV wriggles free and lands on his feet, then runs towards the ropes and bounces off them, building momentum. As Ellie turns around, FPV jumps up and nails a picture-perfect hurricanrana, sending Ellie flying across the ring! FPV climbs to the top turnbuckle and poses for the crowd trying to amp them up that much more, feeding off of them… but Ellie quickly climbs up after him and locks in a front facelock, threatening to execute a top rope superplex. FPV fights back with a flurry of punches and elbows, eventually knocking Ellie off balance. With lightning reflexes, FPV leaps off the top rope and connects with a flying crossbody, taking Ellie down to the mat, hooking her into a pin in the process! 1… 2… Shoulder up! Chris Avery: Another nearfall, but again Ellie Austin finds a way out!Billy: The momentum continues to sway back and forth!Both Ellie and FPV get back to their feet and FPV throws a kick thats blocked by Ellie, and she responds with a STIFF forearm strike that rocks the champion! She leaps up and locks in a flying triangle choke! Ellie locks in the triangle choke on FPV as the fall to the canvas, cutting off his air supply and causing him to gasp for breath. FPV tries to power out of the hold by lifting Ellie up and slamming her back down, but Ellie's grip is too strong. Just as it seems like FPV might pass out, he suddenly flips over and bridges up, turning the triangle choke into a pinning predicament! 1… 2… Ellie releases the hold at the last possible second! Chris Avery: WOAH! FPV nearly stole it right there!Billy: That’s great instincts and awareness by FPV, and he nearly caught Ellie!FPV struggles to his feet and uses the ropes to hold himself upright-ELLIE CHARGES AND FLIES AT HIM WITH A CROSSBODY THAT KNOCKS BOTH OF THEM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THEY TUMBLE TO THE FLOOR! Billy: SHITFIRE! WHAT AN IMPACT!Chris Avery: Both competitors down on the outside!The referee begins the ten count. 1… 2… 3… FPV begins to stir, but so does Ellie. As FPV gets to a knee, Ellie connects with another hard forearm shot, right on his jaw! 4… FPV is rattled, but quickly jolts forward with a shoulder tackle that rams Ellie’s lower back into the ring apron! Before she can really react to the pain, FPV tosses her over his head with a belly to back suplex onto the floor! 5… FPV lifts Ellie up, powerbombing her onto the ring apron! Billy: SHITFIRE! That could be the beginning of the end for Ellie Austin!FPV tosses Ellie back into the ring, and slides in after her. Ellie is on dream street as she stumbles to her feet and FPV kicks her in the gut and hits a leaping piledriver! Chris Avery: FPV again targeting Ellie’s head and neck! That’s GOTTA be it!1… 2… ELIIE KICKS OUT! Billy: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!FPV shakes his head in disbelief at the official, who reiterates that it was merely a two-count. He once again lifts Ellie up, and she seems completely out of it. He looks to hit the FRANKLE SLAM! NO! Ellie leaps out of his grasp! He stumbles forward, and Eliie charges at him hitting a european uppercut! She follows it up with a dropkick that sends FPV reeling into the corner! Ellie charges in, using the second rope to aide her as she hits a step up knee strike right under FPV’s jaw! He’s rocked! She hits the Exploder suplex! FPV pops up to his knees and she hits the SHINING WIZARD! Chris Avery: FPV could be out!Billy: IS THIS IT?!Ellie scampers into the pin! 1… 2… 3! NO! FPV got his shoulder up at the last possible second! Billy: NEARLY A NEW CHAMPION!Chris Avery: But FPV kicks out! But he’s still in trouble!Ellie quickly gets FPV to his feet and unleashes a series of chops and punches! She’s all over FPV! She steps back, looking for a sidekick, but FPV is able to duck and go behind, hitting a snap german suplex! He holds to the rear waistlock and stands her back up, he ripcords her right arm and pulls her into a belly-to back suplex! FPV pops back up but stumbles a bit, feeling the effects of the back and forth match. FPV once again hoists Ellie up, but she catches him with a jawbreaker! He stumbles back and Ellie charges forward, but she’s met with a back elbow, halting her progress. FPV kicks her in the gut and lifts her up for a powerbomb! He charges forward looking for a buckle bomb but she counters with a hurricanrana, sending FPV into the corner back-first! Chris Avery: What a counter!Billy: WHAT IMPACT!FPV is laid out in front of the corner, and Ellie sees her opportunity! She heads to the top rope! She flies off looking for the 450 splash… Billy: SHE HITS IT!Picture perfect 450! One! Two! Three! DING DING DING Billy: NEW TV CHAMPION!!Ellie Austin stands up and the ref raises her arm as she's shocked! Chris Avery: AUSTIN WON THE TITLE! AUSTIN WON THE TITLE!Billy: ELLIE AUSTIN IS THE NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!!She can't believe it as she takes the tv title and clutches it tight and runs to the corner celebrating! FPV is sitting up as Austin comes off the corner and FPV nods and points at her. Says she got him and he rolls out of the ring. She thanks him from standing in the ring and she raises the belt up! Billy: WHAT A NIGHT!We fade out.
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Post by Action Reel on Mar 28, 2023 10:08:03 GMT -5
Max Daemon vs. David Hunter Made Official!
The lights in the arena dim and the fans begin ot murmur up until "Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young begins to play on the PA system, upon which the fans begin losing their minds with jeers and boos. As if that alone is a signal, Max Daemon and Holo Make step out to the stage. Despite the lights mostly still being on, a single spotlight shines on both men. Chris Avery: Well, we're gonna be seeing Max a little bit later in the main event, but it looks like he's coming out a bit early. Billy: Well we know he's been having problems recently with David Hunter. Chris Avery: We saw it at Battlefield as a Paramount+ exclusive, but the two confronted each other once again with The Dirge being chased away by David's family's signature weapon of the barbed wire baseball bat.
A replay airs of that before we head back to the arena. Max and Holo have made their way to ringside. Adeline Floyd: On their way to the ring, "The Pale Rider" Holo Make, "The Hellborn and Heavensent" Max f'n Daemon, together they are, The DIRGE!
The two men enter the ring. A small smirk is on Max's face, but he doesn't pull his usual shtick by "finger gunning" the hard cam. Instead, he just looks out at the crowd with that smug smirk. Chris Avery: Max with a smirk out here. Does he know something we don't? Billy: I think he's just an arrogant prick, Chris.
Holo requests a microphone. When he receives one, he immediately hands it off to Max. His music dies down, but the boos continue. He relishes in it for a few moments. When he is satisfied, he raises the mic to his lips.
Which is when the strings of "The Night" by Aurelio Voltaire start to be heard throughout the arena. Max lowers the mic and grits his teeth. The smirk slowly dies down as he turns towards the stage. Before the verses can even start, David Hunter walks out, brandishing his own mic. David Hunter: Cut it! Cut it please!
David starts to power walk down the ramp as the music stops. David Hunter: No! No, Max! We're not going to sit here and listen to you diatribe for ten minutes while Holo stands behind you looking intimidating! Not tonight! What's gonna happen is that I'm gonna enter the ring, and I'm gonna tell you what's happening. And...
Once David reaches ringside, he throws up the ring skirt, immediately pulling out his barbed wire baseball bat! The crowd goes wild! David Hunter:..to make sure this gets done NOW...I have my back-up with me.
David enters the ring via the steps. Once it, he keeps the bat hanging on his shoulder, gripping it in one hand while the other one continues to talk. David Hunter: You see...this thing between us...it's fine to go back and forth and say who's better or who deserves what, but that's the kicker...it's not about that. You...Max...
He points the bat at the man in question who looks wary of it. David Hunter:...have never pinned me. In every encounter we have had, you have never kept me down for that 1, 2, 3, and it eats you up. But for me...
The bat returns to its perch on his shoulder. David Hunter:...for me...it's about teaching you a goddamn lesson. The last time we faced, it was on the lead-in to Evolution, and you had more on your mind than just me, which is why Conor McGregor knocked your lights out right into a Thrill of the Hunt. This time, you seem a little bit focused on this mission you set for yourself, this deadline you have to meet. That's fine, but it doesn't matter where you go...it doesn't matter where you wrestle. Max...I'll always be there to humble you.
Max looks a bit agitated, rolling his eyes. He raises the mic up, but David smacks the mic out of his hand. Max watches it hit the canvas and stares at it. A bout of visible anger shows on his face. David Hunter: This is David's time, not Max's time, so shut the hell up, and let's get down to brass tacks!
Max glares up at David, the former putting an arm out to stop Holo's approach. David readies the bat for a moment, but still chooses to keep talking. David Hunter: We need a time. We need a date. We need a place. We need...a match. And I've got your answers. Time and place: Clash. Date: April 17th. So while you're focusing so much on preparing on Havoc, I want you to remember that despite your best efforts, despite you wanting 100% focus on that match and your journey towards Evolution...it was still...David Hunter...who beat you...again.
Max pulls his hands through his hair, but doesn't step forward lest the barbed wire touch him. David Hunter: As for the match...well I figure since I don't want any...ANY...of your bullshit...I'll let you pick.
Max bends over, wary of David and his bat. He grabs the mic that David had smacked down and starts to speak. Max Daemon: Now that I was so rudely interr--
Before he can finish, David holds out the bat, leaving it in front of Max's face precariously. David Hunter: Nuh uh! No silver-tongued horse shit! Gimme whatever match you wanna get your ass kicked in!
David keeps the bat there for a few moments until Max reluctantly answers. Max Daemon: Fine then, ya' bastard! Ya' want me ta' choose? Then we choose MY match! One day, 2 the Max will come back, but until then, it's pure rules ya' shitbag! You and I...April 10th Clash...Bloodsport!
Max drops the mic back down with a huff. David smiles, bringing the bat back. David Hunter: Hey...just like Lissie Hope...Immediately, the crowd "oohs". Max looks ready to kill David at the mere mention of Her name. David Hunter: I'll have no qualms kicking your ass and making you bleed...in your own...damn...match. See you then Maxie.David lets his own mic drop before heading out of the ring. "The Night" starts to play again. Billy: Wow! Bloodsport!
Chris Avery: David wouldn't let Max have ANY word in tonight! But it's official! In two weeks, it'll be Max Daemon vs. David Hunter! Live on Pure Cup IV!
Billy: And Max has to go into the main event tonight with THAT on his mind?
The Dirge start to make their way out as the last thing we see before heading to commercial. Chris Avery: It's going to be violent, bloody, all the appropriate adjectives! We'll be right back with more Clash!
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Post by Action Reel on Mar 28, 2023 10:08:27 GMT -5
The Sitcom vs. Christopher Prince
"Welcome Back Kotter" by John Sebastian begins to play over the sea of fans. The video feed begins fade to nothing but static. By the time the video feed comes back to live action we see Johnny "Money Bags" Beckman leading the The Sitcom towards the ring. Fans reach out for high fives from the big man, but he is only focused on the ring. Meanwhile, Johnny is swatting away the fan's arms, while pointing at the ring in order to keep his monster focused on the match coming up. Adilene Floyd: Coming to the ring....from Hollywood, California, weighing in at extreme 400 pounds, and an impressive 7 feet tall...he is The Sitcom.Johnny enters the ring first, giving himself a chance to bask in the spotlight as boos rain down upon him from the crowd. Meanwhile, the fans actually cheer The Sitcom but he shows no appreciation as he climbs the metal staircase, steps over the top rope, and slowly finds a ring corner. The ref checks him for foreign objects as he slowly leans against a turnbuckle. Johnny then pulls the ref aside to make sure The Sitcom gets every advantage possible. Finally the Ref gets Johnny ringside and the show is able to move on. Billy: This next match could favor The SitcomChris Avery: We'll have to see! Anything can happen in Action Wrestling!The lights throughout the entire Action Wrestling arena dim simultaneously on-out throughout the entire arena as it plunges into darkness as the opening riff to "The Stringless Violin" - By Adagio begins to blast on out of the PA sound system and can be heard at this moment, all spotlights in the building shine down onto the entrance stage while the crowd begins to stir with distaste. The the distaste from continues to be heard as the Action tron comes to life as the words "THE PERFECT DESIGN" flash onto the Action tron which can be seen being written out in gold Old English cursive against a black wall drop, as they are seen flashing across the Action tron the entrance aisle comes to life again revealing that of a young gorgeous looking male, that young gorgeous looking male being none other than CHRISTOPHER PRINCE himself.. As the spotlight shines down upon him, Christopher can be seen looking as if he’s pleased with the negative reaction the capacity crowd is giving him, a few seconds pass before he’s joined shortly afterwards by that of his gorgeous ring valet Elizabeth Prentiss who stands on the side of him, a gorgeous Henri Matisse X Zika Ascher Scarf can be seen draped down over him as the darkness continues to surround him and Elizabeth. Christopher can be seen with his head held high, well higher than most with his nose in the clouds, one would say-his confidence in his own perfection and abilities, never absent from the young man. A smirk of disdain can be seen on Christopher’s face as he looks out into the darkness of the mass imperfection that laid in his presence, the crowd grows with distaste towards Christopher as he stands with his gorgeous ring valet Elizabeth by his side, as the single spotlight continues to shine down upon he and his valet Elizabeth who make their presence known. Christopher can be seen ignoring the boos, jeers of the fans, as the single spotlight continues to shine down on him and Elizabeth ever so perfectly under the single spotlight.. Abilene Floyd: "Ladies and gentlemen being accompanied to the ring by his ring valet the gorgeous Elizabeth Prentiss he hails from Paradise Cove Bluffs, Malibu, California and weighs in tonight at an astounding Two-hundred and Thirty chiseled pounds of pure muscle and stands approximately Six foot Three inches in an astounding height.. he is your wife's favorite wrestler and the very man she fantasizes over he is.. the one, the only "The Perfect Design".. He is.. the one, the only.. CHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRISTOPHER PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRINCE!!!!!!!!!!!"With a look of apathy and a twist of Christopher’s nose as his name is heard broadcasted over the PA system by that of Floyd, as he and Elizabeth make their way down the entrance aisle, his head still held high while he continues to study the incredibly ungrateful fans, as he makes his way towards the squared circle, nothing but a chorus of boos can be heard as they echo throughout that of the arena, the closer he and Elizabeth get to the squared circle, the louder the chants of disdain can be heard. Still with his head held high as he walks around towards the steel steps, once at the steel steps, Christopher steps up on them, wiping the bottoms of his boots as his gorgeous ring valet Elizabeth Prentiss removes his gorgeous Henri Matisse X Zika Ascher Scarf before he steps inside the squared circle. Once inside the square circle he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms out ((Vivi Randy Orton)), basking in his glory while the fans of Action Wrestling continue to boo him before walking over to the nearest ring post and leaning up against it as he awaits for his opponent to come on out to do battle with him… Billy: They look ready to go!Chris Avery: This should be good!DING DING DINGThe Sitcom grabs Christopher Prince and hits a few chops before sending him back into the turnbuckle with a boot to the gut and a huge right hand. He whips Christopher Prince out of the corner into the opposite turnbuckle and lets Christopher Prince stumble out and hits a scoop slam! The Sitcom stomps on Christopher Prince and lifts him back up hitting a suplex! The Sitcom goes for a cover! ONE!TWO!Christopher Prince kicks out. The Sitcom grabs Christopher Prince and hits a few chops and sends him to the ropes and goes for a clothesline! Christopher Prince ducks and lets The Sitcom turn around and hits a dropkick! The Sitcom goes down to the canvas before rolling to his knees where Christopher Prince meets him with a kick to the head! Christopher Prince pins The Sitcom! ONE!TWO!The Sitcom gets a shoulder out and rolls to the corner where Christopher Prince helps him to his feet just to whip him out of the corner into the other turnbuckles hitting a powerslam! Christopher Prince pins The Sitcom! One!Two!The Sitcom gets another shoulder up. Billy: It was almost over!Chris Avery: I thought it was!This time Christopher Prince picks up The Sitcom and goes for a suplex but The Sitcom gets out of it and hits (SIGNATURE MOVE). Christopher Prince is out! The Sitcom covers! One!Two!Thre-NO!!Billy: Christopher Prince GETS A SHOULDER UP!!Chris Avery: THIS MATCH IS EVENLY MATCHED!The Sitcom whips Christopher Prince to the ropes and goes for a kick but Christopher Prince catches the boot and whips The Sitcom around and hits (SIGNATURE MOVE)! Christopher Prince has him down for the count! ONE!!TWO!!The Sitcom KICKS OUT!! Billy: WOW! I DIDNT THINK The Sitcom COULD KICK OUT!Chris Avery: THEY GO BACK AND FORTH WITH MOMENTUM!Christopher Prince lifts The Sitcom to his feet and goes for another suplex but The Sitcom gets out of it one more time! This time The Sitcom whips Christopher Prince to the ropes but both superstars hit a clothesline sending the other one down! Billy: Both of them are down!Chris Avery: Who can take advantage!Both men struggle to get to their feet. Once they’re up, they begin to trade exhausted punches until Sitcom whiffs on a clubbing blow. Prince takes advantage on the follow through and ties up The Sitcom for a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep! Prince drives Sitcom into the mat face first. Billy: He calls that "A Brush With Perfection"! This could be over, Chris!Prince makes the cover. ONE!TWO!THREE!
DING DING DING!Chris Avery: INCREDIBLE MATCH UP! EVEN MORE INCREDIBLE VICTORY BY PRINCE!
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Post by Action Reel on Mar 28, 2023 10:09:21 GMT -5
And STILL!
As we come back from commercial, the lights dim, but don't completely go out. The crowd reacts as if it doesn't know what's happening, but then, a haunting organ begins playing a traditional funeral dirge, the dour notes rolling long and carrying elements of finality, of mortality. And, as the camera pans down the aisle, to look into the ring, we can see that it's been set up for a formal function... the mat has been draped over with white cloth, there are chairs set up, there's a podium facing the chairs, and behind the podium, wreathed in a circle of daisies and wildflowers, is a placard picture of Dionysus and Downfall standing together in their entrance gear. The large, framed picture has, underneath it, a beautifully written calligraphy sign, reading "IN MEMORIAM, THE VANGUARD, 2021-2023." Chris Avery: We're back from break, and... it appears that we're set up for some kind of funeral out here. This is not the way I thought we would be seeing the fallout of the war at Battlefield between the former members of the Vanguard.Billy: This feels like Downfall is just rubbing salt in the wound.As the organ keeps playing the funeral march, the curtains part, and we can see a group of four pallbearers carrying a casket, marching out onto the stage. They move slowly yet as inexorably as the Reaper himself, heads down, selling the gravitas of their task, as if they four represent Charon ferrying their load over to the other side of the Styx. They look solemn as they bear the casket on their shoulders and walk down to the ramp, to the foot of the aisle, where they stop, and, with some fidgeting and shoving and struggling with the bottom rope, push the casket underneath the bottom rope into the ring. Then, they have to get in, and set the casket on the raised bed beside the podium, to complete the setup, all while the organ continues playing. Billy: I would almost expect Downfall to have hired the coffin dancers from Ghana to really play this up.The house lights brighten as the casket is set up, and the camera gets a full shot of the ring, with the casket, the podium, the empty chairs facing it, and the wreath of flowers framed around the picture of the Vanguard and the In Memoriam. There's a silent, pregnant pause, and then... "The Becoming" by NIN hits on the PA, and the crowd begins to boo. After a few moments, Downfall steps out onto the stage. Clad, unexpectedly, in a black suit and tie, his hair tied back neatly, he looks as if he's cleaned up for the occasion, even if the lacerations on his face are still visible under a few bandages, and when he steps out, he does so with a noticeable limp on the leg that Dionysus injured with a flaming torch, incurring second degree burns at least. Still, Downfall, dressed completely in line with a funeral affair, stands on the stage, and he holds the Hardcore title belt, putting it on his shoulder, and he looks around the arena. The crowd is booing even louder, showing an incredible amount of disdain for Downfall not just doing what he did and crossing the line at Battlefield, but coming now to rub it in their faces. It's too much. And, despite it all, hearing their invective against him... Downfall smiles. Taking his time and favoring the burned leg, Downfall slowly makes his way down to the ring, pausing to look at the coffin in the ring, and all it's representing, and stopping to lower his head and cross himself. If there's a hint of sarcasm, or mockery in his entire aura here, it isn't winking into the camera, it's just underlying everything. Downfall goes to the steel steps, climbs onto the apron, and pauses there, holding the Hardcore title belt, and he looks again at the crowd, who are booing even louder. Downfall walks in the ring, and goes over to the podium, and then he stops. Frowning at the empty seats facing the podium and looking at the casket, he shakes his head as if that won't do, that this funeral procession needs someone to bear witness. Downfall points to the back, and motions for someone to come out there and sit in the seats. He has an impatient look on his face, and after a few frantic moments, a figure comes running out, also clad in a suit and tie, racing quickly as if late for their own funeral. This figure, though much smaller in build and much more awkward and ungainly looking, nonetheless is a dead ringer (from far away) of Dionysus, and it's only as the camera zooms in on them and spots Downfall's cheeky smile about it does anyone realize it's Downfall making a callback to way back in his and Dion's history by bringing out that Dionysus stunt double that Dion used to get in Downfall's head in their first feud, way back in 2020. Now as the Dion stunt double takes his seat, and, after a cue from Downfall, theatrically starts wailing and dabbing at his eyes with a hanky, Downfall steps to the podium, putting the Hardcore title belt down, and bows his head, to talk into the microphone setup. Downfall: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate endings, and new beginnings. From the ending of the match for the Hardcore title at Battlefield, and on to new things, moving forward. And, first and foremost, we are here to commemorate to immortal, forever memory, the Vanguard, and all it meant to Action Wrestling... as well as, let's face it, to kiss goodbye to whatever Dionysus would like to call his career.This callous disrespect prompts the crowd to boo, loudly. Downfall takes it all with a straight face, placing both hands on the podium. The Dionysus stunt double wails and cries. Downfall: I don't come to praise Dionysus, but I'm not going to bury him any further than he did to himself when he tried to match up with me two weeks ago. No... I wanted to take this time to... to remind you people of the good times that we had. To remind you of the times the Vanguard made you smile... of the innovative, new ideas that Dionysus brought to the Vanguard, like... the time that he got obsessed with corn chips, or... the time he... huh. I... Well, you know, something will come to me later, and I'll be able to list something Dion contributed. Moving on.Another round of angered, outraged heat from the crowd washes over him. He straightens his tie. Downfall: I want you all to know, that Dionysus saved me. He completely saved my life and turned everything around for me. That's right. Before I met Dionysus, I was nothing but a foot soldier for James Nightengale, a savage, sadistic brute who had "Given in to his rage". I certainly wasn't the Television champion at that time in the middle of a record reign, nor had I had any other tenures in wrestling where I'd attained main event status, no... it was DIONYSUS, and DIONYSUS alone, who made Downfall, how he rescued me from the pits of despair, and changed my entire life by making me believe in my own potential. And it was because of him, and him only, that I became a good man... following his example, I went on to win the 2021 Turmoil, the World championship... following Dion's example every step of the way, I gained success and it was only because I went after the Hardcore title and let my crowbar corrupt my way of thinking and darken my soul, that I became this monster you see before you today. Dionysus, also, is the reason why, together in the Vanguard, we fended off opposition for 288 days. I want you to think of every one of those Vanguard promos during that time period... Dionysus was the mastermind behind it all. And it wouldn't have worked without Dionysus.He's completely straight-faced during this entire monologue. To sell how broken-hearted he is, he walks over to the casket, placing his hand gingerly on the wood. Downfall: And now that it's over, we are left with nothing but to wonder why. Why the lord giveth, and the lord taketh away... Why such a promising partnership was cut down in it's prime... Well... It certainly isn't as if one member of the partnership proposed not breaking up at all, and talking their differences out... only for the other one to think he was making a point by "KNOCKING HIM ON HIS ASS" or dropping such scintilating disses as "Why didn't YOU come down to the ring to help me when Ash Blake attacked me?"He looks, expectantly, at the people in the front row, as if daring them to speak up this time, as if those few people who, for whatever reason, reacted with an "Ohhhhhh" at that line a few weeks ago were gonna speak up about it now. Still rolling with the bit, Downfall holds up a soothing hand. Downfall: But... but dearly beloved, it is completely okay that one of us decided to throw the Vanguard for what, ultimately proved to be completely untrue, and in the end selfish and greed-motivated reasons... it's even okay that in the end, that cheapens the entire message we stood for, if one of us was always going to try and hold his perceived moral superiority and savior complex over Downfall's head in the end... It's okay, because the spirit of the Vanguard will live on!!... In whatever second, third, or fourth fed Dionysus is currently doing double duty in this week, where he's tag teaming with someone else.More boo's. Downfall, though, is loving this, despite his solemn facade. Downfall: The essence of what the Vanguard fought for can still be valid, and viable. I just want you all to remember, at what time, what the Vanguard did stand for under Downfall, and let's be honest, 90% of Downfall's effort, and also... I want us to remember Dionysus for all of the times he came through for you people, and delivered on his promises... and all of the times... Dionysus made you proud.He motions to the Tron, and obviously kicking it to a cue to the production truck... and, as a video package begins to play, the crooning tones of Sarah McLachlan's "Angel" begin playing over a series of clips. ("IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL, FAR AWAY FROM HERE"...) PARK SHOOTS OUT OF THE CORNER AND HITS A CURB STOMP ON DIONYSUS! Billy: SHES GOING ALL IN SHES GOING ALL IN!?Chris Avery: BUT WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH TORTURE?!Billy: CANCEL CULTURE ON DION!!Park kneels down and covers Dion and hooks BOTH fucking legs for good measure! ("FROM THIS DARK, OLD, HOTEL ROOM, AND THE ENDLESSNESS THAT YOU FEAR...") Adilene Floyd: The official has informed me that Gerard Angelo threw him down and thus your winner of this match.. DIONYSSUUSSSS...The crowd pops.. Adilene Floyd: .. By disqualification!The crowd boos. Adilene Floyd: AND STILLLLLLLLLL... WOR-You can't hear her over the crowd booing and Dionysus collapsing into the corner completely fucking dejected.. Angelo smiling as he rolls out of the ring and his music hits. Billy: I.. I don't know what to say!Chris Avery: I'LL SAY IT, BULLSHIT! ITS BULLSHIT!The official takes the title and gives it to Angelo who is laying at the bottom of the ramp laughing to himself. ("YOU ARE PULLED FROM THE WRECKAGE, OF YOUR SILENT REVERIE...") Billy: What is this?!Cashe extends a hand out and Dionysus looks down at shakes his hand. Cashe gives him a nod of approval but Dionysus isn't happy and just exits through the ropes.. Billy: It's been a year for Dionysus, think about it Chris; He's missing out on All-In and this was after he's missed out on the Tag Team battle royal, and he's lost in numberous #1 Contender matches.. Chris, the Wine and Roses keeps coming up short..("IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGEL...") Billy: ADDY HAS RETAINED!Chris Avery: AND I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT WE JUST SAW!Addy is sitting up and given her TV Championship but she just sits there not moving and sucking in air. Dion is rolling onto the apron realizing its over and just falls to the floor onto his feet though still leaning on the apron. ("MAY YOU FIND... SOME COMFORT HERE...") Downfall is absolutely beaming as he watches the clip, whether in abject pettiness or just pure enjoyment of seeing the clips spliced together ending in Dionysus leaning over after all of his last failures cursing himself for not being good enough. But then, he notices the camera on him, and he puts on a show of - Downfall: Oh, damn, wrong tape, who put that together, that wasn't what we meant to play to memorialize Dion's efforts at all... I meant to show you all of those times he's been knocked down but stood back up? Well...Now realizing that the funeral bit has run it's course in pettiness and spite, Downfall comes around the podium, looking into the hard cam, and he starts loosening his tie, his demeanor losing it's joviality, but none of it's schadenfreude. Downfall: Now's where I want to make the entire point of this memorial clear... I am moving on from the Vanguard... and Dion. I am moving onward, and upwards, from you. I know you're listening to this, Dion... You already, have gone into the business of completely underselling what happened to you at Battlegrounds as "Downfall wasn't tough enough to knock me down"... and all you walked away with was a few lacerations and a concussion. Nah, Dion. See, this is where I wrap up the Vanguard succinctly in a little bow, and walk away. Everything over the past year that's been accomplished between us lies in those clips. You wanted to make a name for yourself, and you failed at every turn. You wanted to present yourself as a man who stands up for himself, and for others... but all we've ever seen is you falling down and backsliding. And "I wasn't tough enough to keep you down?" Dionysus... that's just STRAIGHT UP BULLSHIT.Now he's fired up, and he rips the tie off, throwing it aside. Downfall: After all the talk that passed between us, and after you lost, you're gonna walk around as if you weren't even really beaten? That's the disrespect that's making this easy for me to end this, for me to walk away on my terms. And I am walking away... and moving on. But you, Dion... you claim you're coming for Havoc and COMING TO PUNCH DOWNFALL RIGHT IN THE FACE. You probably still think somewhere, someone still believes you, not just after all of these times I just showcased, where you promised something you didn't deliver... but you aren't even capable of delivering the promise of being the one who always stands in my way. You can try it once again, and I'll just fucking crush you like a bug. Battlefield proved it, Dionysus. I put the work in. I brought the fight. And I walked through the literal fire... and I am STILL... YOUR AW HARDCORE CHAMPION.He grabs the Hardcore title belt up, putting it over his shoulder. Downfall: So I'm moving onward. And from this moment forward I am killing what remained of the Vanguard, of everything it ever meant... because it was based on nothing. I'm moving on and away from you. I'm not even giving a second's thought to you from the moment this segment is done, try as you might to claim you're coming for revenge, try as you might to portray yourself as fiercely committed to coming back for me. Your hopes. Are dead. Your efforts. Are dead. The Vanguard. IS DEAD. I'm not taking any more charity cases. And I'm not giving any more time to frivolous, fame hungry clout chasers that don't know where they're supposed to have their head at. You aren't going to see any more silly fucking corn chip commercials. And from this moment forth, anyone coming for this Hardcore title, is not going to be just wasting time walking around backstage asking for a title shot like a simp asking for a crumb of pussy. No. No more "nice guys".He starts to walk away from the podium and the coffin, but stops himself. Downfall: Oh... I do have the right video package to memorialize you, Dion... it's more than just me "not being tough enough to knock you down", this is just to refresh your memory on the fact that I choked you unconscious and left you laying in a pool of blood.He throws to the production truck, and a clip of the last few minutes of the climactic, dramatic Hardcore match at Battlefield play. Dion's weakened hand flails, and he gurgles, but the thick red claret pouring out with every heartbeat, shooting in sickening arcs onto the canvas, onto Downfall's hands, onto the crowbar, shows bit by bit as his energy leaks away... the referee, waving it off as if this is enough, lifts Dion's arm, then waves it off, signifying he's clearly out due to blood loss, a KO if ever there was one. Ding Ding Ding "The Becoming" by NIN hits on the PA, and Downfall, his own energy and the spike of adrenaline and nasty, bitter rage subsiding, and he lets go of the crowbar around Dion's throat, letting him drop face first onto the mat, as Downfall falls onto his back, breathing heavily... the bell is rung, again, and again, and for a moment as Dion lays there, not moving, the crowd has to wonder if they're hearing a dirge... The bell rings, and the referee motions quickly quickly for EMTs to come out... but now, Downfall, sitting up, starts to laugh. Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner... and STILL! AW HARDCORE CHAMPION... DOWNFALL!!Now, Downfall looks into the camera, eyes burning with intensity. Downfall: That's where we're going to leave all of our history, all of the potential, and everything the Vanguard was, in those final moments. Recquiescat in Pace. Goodbye.Downfall exits the ring, taking the Hardcore title belt with him. The camera pans over his shoulder, to get a lingering look at that flower framed wreath around the picture of the Vanguard, and the calligraphy poster reading "IN MEMORIAM, THE VANGUARD, 2021-2023," but then it looks up to the Tron as Downfall is walking away from the ring. The Tron is playing that last clip on a loop. Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner... and STILL! AW HARDCORE CHAMPION... DOWNFALL!!Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner... and STILL! AW HARDCORE CHAMPION... DOWNFALL!!Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner... and STILL! AW HARDCORE CHAMPION... DOWNFALL!!Downfall holds the Hardcore title belt up, defiantly, as he walks up the ramp, and as the Tron above him keeps playing that video of Dionysus being choked out, a bloody mess.
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Post by Action Reel on Mar 28, 2023 10:10:10 GMT -5
Doc Holiday vs. Alister McKissick Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first... weighing in at 195 lbs... DOC HOLIDAY!!The arena goes dark as the familiar voice of 2Pac interrupts the darkness "I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah, You don't wanna fuck with me" A spotlight shines on Doc Holiday as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp, hood up on his black AW wrestling sweat shirt. His head slowly bobs to the music as he walks to the ring looking very focused on the task at hand. Fans reach out to touch him, but he ignores them as he walks to the ring stopping short of the ring apron, pausing for a moment jumps straight onto the ring apron and slides the the middle rope, going to the center of the ring where he embraces the boo's from the crowd with a sly smirk and his arms out. Chris Avery: A big test tonight, as Holiday is making his Clash debut, this man has been incredibly impressive on Cruiserclash, and I know he's itching to move up to mixing it up with the big boys!Billy: Well, if he wants to make weight classes above the level of straw flea feather weight, I've got some LAMB TACOS that will stick to his ribs! CLASSIC BILLY MODE! WHARGHL BARBECUE SAUCE!Chris Avery: I'm not sure if this is an improvement over meta snarkery or not, we'll have to see! And we'll have to see how Holiday does in a big test of his prowess!Adilene Floyd: And his opponent... weighing in at 211 lbs... ALISTER McKISSICK!!“If I only could, I’d make a deal with god, make him swap our places” Rings out in the arena before the music kicks in and Alister walks out onto the ramp and stops at the top ramp with his trench coat partially open to see a glimmer of gold shine from the lights. He looks around at the crowed and pauses for a moment before quickly dropping the coat to the floor. He stands with new T-Shirt and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING around his waist. He walks over to the right side of the ramp and takes the NOTHING off and holds it over his head at the crowd. He quickly runs to the left side and raises it once more. He jogs over to the top of the ramp and close into the camera. “Now we have it, time to keep it”, before jogging down the ramp. He runs up the steel steps, and up to the outside middle rope and raises the NOTHING over his head for the crowd. He hops over the top rope and drapes the NOTHING off and prepares for the bell. Billy: Man, I feel like that entrance would have benefited from him having a title belt that he was posing with, but, as we all know, Alister did unfortunately lose the CBS X Championship to Tatiana Jolee!!Chris Avery: Alister is a really exciting prospect, the winner of TWO CUPS, and he's got a bright future here, and I just know he's going to try to bounce back tonight!!The bell sounds, we are ready to go. Both men lock up in the middle of the ring with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. They jockey for position with Holiday getting the upperhand on the lankier Alister McKissick. As Holiday goes for an armbar though, Alister rolls through into a cartwheel, and he comes up, Holiday tries to top wrist lock him, and McKissick twists out of it and kicks Holiday in the hamstring. Holiday winces from it as he gets back up to his feet only for Alister to nail him with a stiff jab to the jaw before lifting him up on his shoulder for a Stormbreaker. However, Holiday manages to come down off his shoulder to the side, and follows it up with an arm drag. Alister looks perplexed as he rolls away, half expecting to have already put Holiday lights out with the 843 but Holiday points at his temple to signify how damn smart he is. Chris Avery: McKissick taken a bit off balance here in the opening moments, did the loss of the CBS title shake his confidence??Billy: Everyone gets the yips sometimes!Alister, a bit annoyed, grits his teeth as he looks sideways at the audience. As Alister gets up to his feet, Holiday fires off a stiff kick to McKissick's chest, but the Scotsman manages to block it and then brings Holiday in from the momentum and slams his elbow into Holiday's throat. The Doc clutches his throat in a world of pain as he stumbles away. McKissick takes the opening as he bounces off the ropes before nailing a bulldog on his opponent. Alister gets back up to his feet and helps Holiday up to his own before nailing a chop across Holiday's chest. Yet, Holiday starts fighting back with a flurry of fists of his own before sending Alister to the ground with a snap suplex. Holiday floats feet before bouncing off the ropes and nailing an elbow drop across Alister's throat. The Two Cup Champ clutches his throat, in a world of pain as Holiday gets back up to his feet and drags Alister with him. He slams his fist into Alister's jaw once again before pushing him into the ropes and slamming his forearm into Alister's chest a few times. He then goes to whip him across the ropes, but Alister manages to reverse it mid-stride, and sends Holiday into the ropes. As the Doc bounces off the ropes he goes for a flying crossbody only to be met by a dropkick to the midsection from Alister sending him to the ground. Billy: I don't know what it is about these Scottish boys, but even a scrawny nerd like Alister seems to have come out of the womb looking like he'd charge across a field of battle wielding a claymore once he gets fired up!Chris Avery: You can see the worried looks Alister keeps giving him, though, Alister didn't expect this kind of fight in the early going.Alister gets to his feet. He mounts on top of Holiday and aggressively starts nailing him with forearm shot after forearm shot until Holiday is dazed. He pulls Holiday by the back of the head and pulls him up to his feet before nailing him with an uppercut. Alister, taking the time to turn to the crowd now and let out a yell to get them fired up and get a callback response, like a "WOOOOO" or a "YEAHHHH" or possibly a "WHOOPEEE", and when Holiday starts pulling himself up, Alister gives him an axe kick to the back of the head. He then walks over to the nearby turnbuckle and climbs to the top of it. As Doc gets back up to his feet, and turns towards McKissick, Alister leaps through the air and connects with a dropkick that sends the smaller man to the ground. Alister then rolls over on top of Holiday and goes for the cover. The referee: One... Kickout.Alister gets to his feet, attempting to pull Holiday up. Holiday breaks free with a kick to the kneecap and a bell clap that has Alister's ears ringing. An invigorated Holiday delivers an elbow and knee at the same time, seizing control of the contest and bringing McKissick into the corner. He winds all the way up and lands a stinging knife edge chop, sending McKissick into a string of distinctly Scottish profanities so magnificent, the sentence will never be repeated. Holiday winds up and lands another knife edge chop, but like most sequels, the rant wasn't as good second time around. McKissick stumbles forward from the corner, and Holiday sends him end over end with a backdrop, making the former CBS champ cringe in pain and hold his lower back. Now it's Holiday's turn to hold his arms up arrogantly to the crowd and draw their heat as he parades around, perhaps with an insult like "YOUR MOTHER IS PROMISCUOUS" or "YOUR LOCAL SPORTS TEAM SUCKS", which, of course, draws negative reactions to whatever he says. McKissick lays on the mat and, gripping his aching neck, has a hard time turning himself rightside up. He also looks discombobulated, as he has not executed 100% according to strategy guide. McKissick tries a third time to get up, but he is a bit slower, and as he pulls himself up he is crushed with a shotgun dropkick from Holiday that sends him flying back, hitting against the turnbuckles and bouncing off. Alister, with little to no control over his limbs or velocity, stumbles out into the waiting arms of Holiday, who drops him with an arm wrench into a crescent kick. Chris Avery: Holiday has an impressive resume of athletic moves at his disposal and Alister is flustered tonight!Billy: Holiday obviously learned on the street! SESAME STREET OHHHHH!Chris Avery: ...Aren't you supposed to be on the side of the rude assholes?Billy: I know, I need to be more consistent there. Holiday doesn't waste more time playing to the fans at ringside as, Alister grimaces and picks his way up to a standing position only to find an incoming Holiday bearing down on him with a cross body block. This time, however, Alister catches it, and, although slipping, he falls back with it, rolling it into a sort of roll through into a small package. The crowd pops at the reversal! The referee: One...Tw... Kickout.Chris Avery: There's the Alister we know, the fighter, always fighting back from underneath and giving it his all!Both men scramble to their feet, with Alister landing an arm drag on Holiday as they both get to a vertical base. Again, Alister gets back up to his feet, a bit worried, and he looks at Doc and as Doc gets up, you can see the fire in his eyes as he nails a kick straight to Alister's face! The Two Cup Champ reels backward as Holiday surges upwards, and Alister comes forward again and Holiday slams his knee into Alister's chest. He gets back up and then takes Alister down with a clothesline before coming off the ropes with a discus clothesline! The impact on the last one sends spit flying into the lights. Holiday runs to the ropes and hops up to springboard off, taking Alister down with a springboard hurricanrana! Chris Avery: I don't believe it! Doc Holiday has the former CBS X Champion reeling! This is one of the greatest Cruiserclash to Clash moves we've seen!Holiday hooks the leg of Alister! The referee: One...Two...Th - Kickout!Holiday rolls off of Alister and looks up at the sky for a brief second before getting back up to his feet and drags Alister up with him. He then pushes the Scotsman into the ropes before going to whip him across the ring. However, Alister manages to reverse it once again and as Holiday comes at him, he counters with a sling blade. You can see the pain on both men's faces as they're both laid out. Yet, somehow Alister just pushes right through it now, as he holds one arm against his midsection, the other arm is shaking with surging adrenaline. Alister McKissick peels the smaller Holiday up, hooks him in position and spikes him into the mat, somehow, with a J-Driver! Holiday hits with sheer impact and then McKissick hooks both legs as the referee slides into position. Chris Avery: BRAZEN BULL! McKISSICK IS STILL IN THIS!!The referee and the crowd: One...Two...Three... Kickout!The crowd reacts to this wild match, and Alister, breathing hard, squints his eyes and looks down at Doc Holiday as if completely shaken by the effort that Holiday is bringing tonight. McKissick pulls Holiday a few feet toward the ropes and, taking a few extra seconds because of the damage he's taken, takes one further bit of time turning back to make sure Holiday is still incapacitated. McKissick reaches the top rope and sets himself, looking for a moonsault. He gains the proper height and momentum, but sadly, Holiday rolls out of the way and let McKissick hit the mat like a comet come to earth. Breathing heavily, McKissick grimaces, coming up clutching his abdomen in pain, and that's when Holiday comes in with an O'Connor roll from the side, pushing McKissick over! Chris Avery: NO WAY NO WAY!!The referee: One...Two...Three!!Ding Ding Ding"Ambitionz Az A Ryda" hits on the PA and both men immediately sit up, Holiday elated, Alister shocked and believing he got the shoulder up in time. Alister questions the referee, who motions that Holiday got the three, and Alister looks absolutely shook. Doc Holiday, laughing, is arrogantly holding his hands up in the air and celebrating in the aisle. Chris Avery: WHAT A SHOCKING WIN OUT OF NOWHERE! NOBODY EXPECTED THIS!!Billy: Every once in a while someone comes in like a bolt of lightning and shocks the world, and that's what Doc Holiday just did! He took arguably the fastest rising young star in AW and completely took him off his game tonight!!Alister looks beside himself with disappointment as he walks to the rope, hands on his sides. Chris Avery: Take nothing away from Alister tonight, he put up a good fight, but a sneaky rollup has taken even the best off-guard from time to time!Billy: Is Alister shaken by this slump since losing the CBS championship?? What is he going to do to turn his fortune around now?Alister watches as Holiday walks up the ramp, talking trash to the crowd and motioning that it's his time.
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Post by Action Reel on Mar 28, 2023 10:11:57 GMT -5
False Champion?!
The Action Wrestling ring crew has changed up the ring apron, turnbuckles and ring ropes with an American theme. A huge Ol’ Glory hangs from the rafters and a podium stands in the middle of the ring. A bunch of patriotic fans with American flag shirts on are presented in the front row and all around the arena. Twelve US Army soldiers come out on stage, and they stand across from each other with six on each side. Chris Avery: It's time to celebrate America!!!!Billy: The President James Freed United States Championship celebration is up next!The Bars and Stripes are now donning the Action-tron waving in all of its glory! The fans start to cheer. Slowly the words “Rise for your President of Pro Wrestling” appear on the screen when “Real American” hits the PA Sytem! The fans’ cheers get louder! The lights dim a little as red white and blue flashing lights appear around the arena. It goes completely dark before the red white and blue spotlight falls on stage. James Freedom starts to rise on a platform dressed in a baby powder blue suit with his hands behind his back and The United States Championship wrapped around his waist. Chris Avery: The new United States Champion everyone!Billy: Salute your President!The big screen continues with more words on it that says “A True American Hero James Freedom”. Fireworks go off as he steps off the platform and makes his way down the ramp, waving gracefully at the fans. As he continues down the ramp the U.S. Soldiers stand at attention and salute President James Freedom. He takes a moment to pay the soldiers some respect and then continues down the ramp. He stops and takes a selfie with a fan holding a sign that says “The USA is number one”. He then kisses a baby on the forehead and gives a thumbs up to the parents. He sports a huge and confident smile as he makes his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the ring walks up the steel steps and steps inside the ring. He climbs up the top turnbuckle and slowly takes off his United States Championship and raises into the air as red, white and blue pyro go off around the arena. Chris Avery: Freedom is rivaling the 4th of July for most fireworks at this point.Billy: Nothing but the best for the President.Freedom steps down and makes his way to the podium where he sets the United States Championship. The music fades away as he picks up the microphone but before he can even begin to speak the fans in Chicago start to chant! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!All Freedom can do is smile from ear-to-ear. He lets them keep going for a moment until he puts his hand up for them to silence. He slowly lifts the microphone to his lips again but the fans weren’t done! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!Billy: The fans are hot here in Chicago tonight Chris!Chris Avery: They have a new United States Champion and they’re all about it!Billy: And James Freedom is eating up all of this adulation too!Chris Avery: As he should! He beat four of the best in this business!!James’s smile is a bit more of a humble smile as he nods in acceptance to the adulation from the fans. They silence long enough for James to actually speak this time. James Freedom: Just like my forefathers did when we first came to this country, I came, I saw, I conquered!!!!!James raises the United States Championship in the air and receives another great ovation from the fans. James Freedom: I told everyone when I first arrived at this company that I had my eyes on the United States Championship. I made it perfectly clear that it did not matter who won the United States tournament that the image you see before you would be the end result.Freedom smirks. James Freedom: I made good on my word to capture this beauty from the clutches of a Champion that didn't deserve to hold the belt. Alice Gemini treated this Championship as if it was a burden instead of the prestigious Gold she is. Now that I have the United States Championship in my possession it is time to restore the prestige by defending The American Championship!Freedom pauses for a moment as the fans give another huge pop James Freedom: So to the competitors in the back you have an opportunity to prove yourself against America's best! I must warn you though. No matter how great you think you are, you will not be able to take this Championship away from me! I won't allow it because I have goals to become the longest-reigning United States Champion in Action Wrestling history!USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! USA!Billy: Freedom looks laser focused! He has fire in his eyes!!!Chris Avery: You’re gonna have fire in your ass if you interrupt another USA chant Billy!!James picks up the United States Championship. James Freedom: So if you think you have the ability to take on America, come and get it!The fans are all abuzz with excitement and anticipation. Chris Avery: Who could possibly step up to the plate Billy?!Billy: There are a lot of talented athletes in this roster Chris. It could literally be anybody!!The lights in the arena go out completely and the excitement level in the arena goes through the roof! Chris Avery: Billy did you forget to pay the electric bill?!Billy: Like I said, it could literally be anybody!Chris Avery: Plot twist…what if it’s someone not even in Action Wrestling?!Billy: It’s a possibility! Action Wrestling is the place to be Chris! So many skilled wrestlers and fighters are itching to step through our doors and mix it up with the greatest athletes in the world!When the anticipation and suspense reaches a fever pitch, James Hetfield’s gravelly voice roars through the PA system: “‘Cause won’t don’t kill ya make ya more strong!!!” The fans in the arena absolutely lose their shit as the opening riffs and drumlines of “Broken, Beat and Scarred” pulsate the entire arena with the lights dancing to the beat! Billy: Shitfire! Jonny Cedrone!!!Chris Avery: OH MY GAWD!!!When the music starts to actually come together a spotlight points to the entrance at the top of the stage. After a few moments of even more anticipation building, Jonny Cedrone comes walking through the curtain and the crowd is deafening with their cheers!!! Dressed in a pair of jeans, cowboy boots and a black t-shirt, he stands at the top of the stage and surveys the entire crowd, soaking every moment of this in. The camera cuts to the ring where it’s mostly dark, we can kind of see James Freedom leaning back against the turnbuckles with a smirk, clutching his US Championship. The camera cuts back up the ramp as Jonny now turns his attention and focus towards the ring and James Freedom. He slowly makes his way down the rampway, slapping the hands of some of the fans but never taking his eyes off of James Freedom. Chris Avery: Can you hear me?!Billy: Speaking on the focus of James Freedom earlier, there are few people more focused, more concentrated, more fixed…more immersed with winning the United States Championship than that man right there!Chris Avery: Wow! Look at how fixed he is on The President and the US Championship!Jonny reaches the steps and starts to climb them but pauses half-way through, still staring a hole through Freedom. After that brief pause he continues, even slower, and makes his way to the apron. He takes a few steps down the apron, wipes his feet and makes his way through the ropes. Jonny climbs the closest turnbuckle and plays to the crowd who lose their minds again! Jonny looks back towards Freedom before climbing back down, walks across the ring to climb the opposite turnbuckle and plays to the crowd once again. The fans lose their minds again! Jonny looks towards Freedom once again before climbing back down and walks to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring from Freedom, ascends and plays to the crowd one more time. The fans give another huge pop! Jonny slowly turns his head and attention back towards Freedom and descends the turnbuckles. The lights in the arena come back up and Jonny receives another microphone from a stagehand. The music fades away but the fans’ love for Jonny doesn’t, still cheering loudly for their hero. Jonny has his head, his body and his attention all focused on Freedom now. JON-NY! JON-NY! JON-NY! JON-NY! JON-NY! JON-NY! JON-NY! JON-NY!Jonny looks out at the crowd and the fans give another huge pop!!! Chris Avery: They love him here in Chicago!!!Billy: You thought the fans got loud when the Cubs won the World Series in 2016…that couldn’t hold a candle to this ovation Chris!!!Jonny methodically paces the ring waiting for the fans to calm down a little. Jonny Cedrone: What’s good Chi-town?!The fans get loud again!!! Billy: They’re going to have to reinforce the roof after tonight!!!Jonny looks at Freedom and points out towards the crowd and says (inaudibly) “THAT’s a pop!” Freedom doesn’t look too impressed. Jonny walks towards the podium, picks it up and drops it over the top rope to the arena floor much to the delight of the fans and chagrin of Freedom! Chris Avery: Such disrespect for The President!!Billy: It got in his way!The fans quiet down when Jonny raises the mic back to his lips Jonny Cedrone: Mr. Freedom. The President of Pro Wrestling. More importantly than all that…the United States Champion.A big pop from the fans causing a big smile to grace the face of the US Champion! Jonny Cedrone: You’re pretty proud to be holding that Championship aren’t ya?Freedom nods in affirmation. Jonny Cedrone: At Battlefield, you went out there and beat four of the best this business has to offer to be holding that Championship, didn’t ya?Freedom looks down at his Championship, sports a huge smile and nods once again and says (inaudibly) “Yes! I did!” Jonny Cedrone: Whose shoulders did you pin to the mat?Chris Avery: Uh oh.The fans cheer some as Freedom seems confused. Jonny Cedrone: You look confused sir. It’s a real simple question. Whose shoulders did you pin to the mat to win that Championship?The fans cheer once more as Freedom looks a little more disgusted than confused now. Jonny Cedrone: Did you pin Jessie Lee?Freedom shakes his head no. Jonny Cedrone: Did you pin Alice Gemini?Freedom shakes his head no once again but he motions with his Executive Order maneuver and proudly tells Jonny that he knocked her out of contention. Jonny Cedrone: I know for a damn fact that you didn’t pin my ass!A huge pop from the fans as Freedom frumps his shoulders, looking a little defeated Jonny Cedrone: You pinned a man that had just got hit by the Killer Gemini!The fans cheer loudly as Freedom looks around trying to figure out a rebuttal and the best he can come up with is that he’s standing there as the US Champion and Jonny isn’t. Jonny Cedrone: No sir! What YOU are is a false Champion!The fans erupt in cheers as Freedom’s eyes grow wide then he just chuckles it off and smirks at such ludicrous allegations. Billy: I mean he did take advantage of a golden opportunity but he did get the winning pin. There’s no denying that!Chris Avery: Who does Jonny Cedrone think he is?!Jonny Cedrone: Now don’t get me wrong Freedom. Obviously I’ve been in the ring with ya. I know what you’re capable of. I know you’re a phenomenal athlete! You’re a snake in the grass but you’re a phenomenal athlete!! But bringing back prestige to that glorious Championship? I think it’s on the wrong shoulder for that to happen.Fans give another pop Chris Avery: Woooow!!! Jonny Cedrone is one of the best wrestlers alive today but he’s really asking for it!Billy: Actually I think he IS asking for it!Freedom smirks at Jonny as the fans settle down from the excitement. James Freedom: As much as I would like to disagree with you, I can't because I've used that same argument just a few weeks back to keep myself in the hunt for the United States Championship. The difference between me and the rest of the field is that I make good on my second chances. Can we say the same for you?The crowd oohs and ahs at Freedom’s slapback. Billy: Ooh! That’s below the belt.Chris Avery: And what he said about our President wasn’t?Cedrone takes the insult and smirks. James acts like he's going to give Jonny a chance to answer back but when Jonny goes to lift his microphone Freedom cuts him off. James Freedom: Don't even answer that because your actions have spoken for you already my American friend and the results aren't good.Freedom makes a cringe face. James Freedom: But lucky for you I'm a generous man who likes to give back to charities and you are the biggest charity case I can donate to right now. So if you want another chance to prove to yourself and the world that you are indeed a Champion as you say, then so be it! But I gotta tell you Jonny, you got a better chance of sleeping with Lissie Hope than winning the United States Championship off me. James Freedom laughs in the direction of Jonny as he holds the United States Championship up. The fans chant Lissie Hope’s name. Confused about bringing Lissie Hope into this discussion, Jonny scratches his head before bringing the mic up once again. Jonny Cedrone: Other than the fact that you have the hots for Lissie Hope, why would you even bring her into this discussion?The crowd oohs and ahs once again as Freedom gives a deadpan look towards Jonny. Jonny Cedrone: I mean in all honesty, she’s very attractive. I don’t blame ya for having a crush on her! But believe me. She’d kick your ass if you ever get too close to her!!!The fans break out in another Lissie Hope chant! Jonny Cedrone: With the revelation of your crush on Lissie Hope out of the way…I want to back this conversation up just a bit. You’ve had just as many opportunities as I’ve had to win that Championship and you’ve missed …almost… as many opportunities as I have. You couldn’t even win this one on your own! Alice did the hard work…you just stole the victory right out of her hands!The fans cheer once again as Freedom rolls his eyes. He looks away at the fans then back at Cedrone. Jonny Cedrone: Like I said, you’re a phenomenal athlete. You’ve done a lot in this ring since you’ve gotten here. Hell, you’ve catapulted yourself past me and you’re holding the US Championship…I’m not…Freedom smiles from ear-to-ear and stands up straight and his chest puffed out Jonny Cedrone: …yet.Freedom looks like the air just escaped his sails as the fans erupt in cheers. Jonny Cedrone: Yeah, sure, I’ve had opportunities to win the Title, but I’ve yet to have a one-on-one opportunity to win that Championship.The fans cheer Jonny Cedrone: You issue this little open challenge for “your” United States Championship. I say that I accept this little open challenge…The fans give a HUGE pop Jonny Cedrone: …for THEIR United States Championship!The fans get even louder as Jonny and Freedom stare holes through each other Jonny Cedrone: The prestige and honor is coming back to that beautiful Championship…but not until it’s in OUR possession!The fans erupt once again! Jonny Cedrone: You name the place! You name the time! Just protect that precious Championship as much and as hard as you can James. I don’t want you losing it to anyone but me! Oh! And don’t think I haven’t noticed how tight you’ve been clutching to that Title since the moment the first notes of my music hit. You should be scared. You should be REALLY scared! Your possession of that Championship is purely temporary! It’s just a matter of time.Freedom smirks as he paces for a moment with The United States Championship over his shoulder. James Freedom: You would've been a great comedian my American friend had you not found some success in this industry but let me make myself clear, there is no love for Hope that's for sure and if we ever crossed paths I would surpass her with little effort given. Now as for you Cedrone, when you come for The President you best not miss because you only get one shot at taking the United States Championship off me! So you better make it count because I sure as hell won't!Jonny smirks and lifts his mic with one more retort. Jonny Cedrone: Chicago! What do ya say?! He’s here! I’m here! Why don’t we “make it count” right here, right now?!The fans in Chicago blow the roof off the place! James Freedom steps up into the face of Cedrone and they have an intense stare down for a moment. Billy: The fans would love to see it tonight!!!Chris Avery: Hell, I’D love to see it tonight!Just as it feels like they’re about to come to blows, Freedom smirks and walks past Cedrone, nudging his shoulder. James Freedom: Not today.He exits the ring and walks back up the ramp to a huge chorus of boos as his music bumps throughout the arena. Freedom upsets the fans even more by holding The United States Championship high in the air!
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Post by Action Reel on Mar 28, 2023 10:14:18 GMT -5
Winner Goes Into Battlebowl Match Carter Shaw vs Gerard Angelo vs Regan Voorhees vs Max Daemon vs Odin Balfore
A guitar swell takes over the P.A. as the word "SHAW" 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 slowly out from the curtain with his head dropped, a hoodie pulled up over it. He stands still at the top of the ramp, the cheerss coming loudly from the crowd, as he slowly lifts his eyes up to meet the crowd, followed by removing the hood from his head. Adilene Floyd: Coming to the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts...weighing in at 235 pounds, CARTEERRR SSHHAAAAAAAW!He slowly turns in a 360, showing the "NEVER ZERO" slogan across the front of the hooded sweatshirt, along with the words "Saint Shaw" across the back. He bursts out from the stage with a momentary gritting of the teeth before yelling out some words to the nearby fans. He stops halfway down the ramp, his piercing blue eyes look out over the crowd as he pans from left to right before continuing forward, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He walks in a circle along the ropes before hopping up to a middle turnbuckle, outstretching his arms with open palms. He lets his body slowly fall backwards before dropping to his feet. He removes the hoodie, tossing it to ringside, before again yelling out to the crowd with his arms held out wide, pumping everybody up. The lights go out in the arena and the sound of a synth starts playing. “ALL MY LIFE! BEEN GRINDING ALL MY LIFE!” A lone spotlight turns on directed down at the top of the stage as Nipsey Hustle blasts out over the arena sound system. The people as they give loud boos as Gerard Angelo is shown standing in the spotlight, back to the crowd, the hood of his hoodie pulled up, right arm raised above his head at an angle, one finger extended. He throws his hood back with the same hand and spins around to the crowd, arms extended as a massive explosion of fireworks go off on the stage. The house lights come back on as he puts a hand to his forehead, surveying the crowd behind his trademark sunglasses. Gerard makes his way down to the ring slowly, brushing off fans and taunting them. Adilene Floyd: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 225 lbs, he is the Living Legend, GERRRRRARD ANGELOOOOOOOOO!He stops at the ring stairs, slaps the top step before climbing them, and walking to the center of the ring apron. Angelo surveys the arena crowd again to another round of boos, before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He walks to the opposite ring post, leaping onto the second turnbuckle. Gerry points to the crowd before unzipping his hoodie, which gets more than a few ladies in the audience to scream out, before pulling it off and pretending to toss it to the fans, before just dropping it on the floor with a smirk. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses, placing them in the corner neatly before he leans back against the turnbuckles, mouthing off to the fans as he starts to stretch. he 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 opponents' corners a dagger's stare as she waits for the opening bell. "Royal Flush" by Silva Hound ft. Mick Lauer and Jonathan Young plays on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a smirk on his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. He looks out at the crowd gives them a pair of middle fingers before continuing his trek. Adilene Floyd: On his way to the ring. Currently residing in a version of Baltimore, MD. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He...is "The Hellborn...and Heavensent"...Max...f'n...DAEMON!He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them with the smirk on his face getting wider. As the chorus reaches its apex, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot". Upon the radio feedback, he hops off and takes the jacket off. He throws it out of the ring before pacing back and forth. “ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus. Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won! Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won! The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes.. Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part. Crowd: The battle is.. already won! Odin stares down his opponents as he waits for the match to get underway. Billy: This main event match is set to be one hell of a fight! Five of Action Wrestling’s top stars battling it out for a chance to be in Battlebowl, and possibly earn a leg up in the Havoc Rumble!Chris Avery: And there’s the bell!DING DING DING As the bell rings, the five wrestlers burst out of their corners, each eager to make their mark early in the match. Carter Shaw immediately targets Regan Voorhees, charging at her with a clothesline, but Regan ducks and retaliates with a quick kick to Shaw's midsection. Meanwhile, Gerard Angelo and Max Daemon trade blows in the center of the ring, with Angelo using his speed and agility to dodge Daemon's punches. Odin Balfore, on the other hand, bides his time, watching the chaos unfold as he sizes up his opponents. It doesn’t take long for Odin to make his move, however as he charges at Angelo and Daemon, taking them both down with a double clothesline, sending them sprawling to the mat. Carter Shaw and Regan Voorhees, still locked in their own intense battle, as they continue to throw punches at one another, near the far corner of the ring. Odin stands tall in the center of the ring, but Angelo and Daemon are quickly back to their feet and both agree to charge Odin. Odin is able to get a knee into Daemon’s midsection, but soon the 2 on 1 advantage proves to be too much, and Odin falls to the mat with Angelo and Daemon stomping away. Billy: Much as we expected, the action is fast and fierce here in the early going! Chris Avery: It looks like Max Daemon and Gerard Angelo have formed an unlikely alliance and they are taking it to Odin! Meanwhile, Carter Shaw and Regan Voorhees have been at it since the bell sounded!Shaw pulls Regan out of the corner and pulls her into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Regan writhes in pain but Shaw isn’t done! He quickly pulls her up, and looks for a snap suplex, but Regan halts the move with a few well placed punches to the gut. Regan quickly looks for the Abbatoir DDT but it’s far too early, and Shaw spins out of it before sending Regan out of the ring. As Odin is able to finally get to his feet, Max Daemon charges at him, but Odin is able to catch him as he’s coming in and send him to the mat with a sidewalk slam! Gerard surges forward, hitting a knee to the chest of Odin, backing him into the corner. Angelo climbs onto the second rope and rains down punches on Odin! The fans start to count along until Odin surges upward, picking Angelo up, and looking for a powerbomb! Angelo fights out of it with some more well-placed punches and elbows to the top of Odin’s head, and Odin drops him! Angelo hits the ropes but Odin catches him with a big boot on the rebound! Billy: Big boot by Odin! Angelo is down! Daemon is down! Shaw and Regan continue to battle on the outside!Chris Avery: It’s pure chaos!On the outside, Carter Shaw and Regan Voorhees are still locked in a fierce battle, trading blows back and forth. Shaw manages to gain the upper hand, delivering a devastating elbow strike that sends Regan reeling. Shaw grabs hold of Regan, and tries smashing her head into the ring post, but Regan reverses and instead sends Shaw into the steel post! Regan leaves Shaw there and slides back into the ring. Billy: SHITFIRE! Shaw went head-first into the ring post!Gerard Angelo, still recovering from Balfore's earlier attack, takes a moment to catch his breath, but Odin is right back on him. Daemon clobbers Odin from behind with an ax handle, and Angelo and Daemon take Odin down with a double suplex! Regan comes in and grabs Daemon from behind, throwing him over with a back suplex! Angelo has already ascended to the top rope. With lightning speed, he launches himself at Odin, looking for a moonsault-it connects! Before Angelo can get the pin, Regan is on top of him, hitting a plethora of forearm strikes, before Angelo covers up in the corner. As Regan turns, Shaw is back in the ring and sends her up and over with a backbody drop! Shaw then launches himself forward with a corner clothesline into Angelo! As Shaw pulls Angelo out, he looks for a suplex, Angelo counters, and hits a suplex of his own-into the corner! Max Daemon is up and fires off forearm strikes onto Angelo, who throws them right back! Both men are teeing off on one another in the middle of the ring! Angelo swings wildly but Daemon ducks! He connects with a leaping knee strike that takes Angelo out! Regan is up now and Daemon meets her with a superkick! Odin now charges Max looking for a lariat, but Max ducks, and hits a superkick on him as well! Max spots Shaw out in the corner, and he hoists him up before driving him back down with a snap DDT! He covers Shaw! 1… 2… Angelo dives in to break it up! Billy: Max Daemon is on fire here!Chris Avery: Not if Gerard Angelo has anything to say about it!The two men again begin exchanging blows, with Max appearing to get the upperhand, before Angelo pokes him in the eye! Gerard glances behind him for just a moment before hitting a belly to belly suplex THAT THROWS DAEMON OVER THE TOP ROPE! Billy: SHITFIRE! DAEMON WAS THROWN OVER THE TOP ROPE!Angelo looks over his handiwork a little too long, as Regan comes in behind him and rolls him up! 1… 2… Odin breaks it up! Regan turns and Odin hits a headbutt right on her jaw! She looks to be out! Angelo is up to his feet but Odin takes him down as well with a spear! Odin is cleaning house! Shaw is on the apron! He leaps up…THE AUTOGRAPH! The kick connects with the side of Odin’s head! He’s down! Shaw hooks the leg! 1… 2… Daemon breaks it up! Chris Avery: So close!Billy: Shaw almost had it!Daemon hoists Shaw up and hits a couple of chops to the chest of Shaw. Daemon whips him across the ring, taking him down with a front dropkick on the rebound! Daemon heads to the top rope! He’s waiting on Shaw, but Regan Voorhees is up on the apron and tosses him to the floor! Shaw charges Regan, but she counters, hitting a forearm as he comes in. Regan slingshots in but Shaw catches her with a spinning back elbow! She cradles the top rope, and Shaw hooks in a DDT, with Regan’s legs elevated on the top rope still…he drops her on her head! He covers! 1… 2… Odin breaks it up! Billy: Another nearfall from Shaw!Chris Avery: It’s gotta be frustrating! As soon as you think you got the match won, there always seems to be that one person well enough to break it up!Odin fires Shaw into the corner and rushes in, but Shaw gets the boots up! He hits a roaring elbow on Odin, taking him down to a knee! Followed by a shining wizard to take the big man down! Angelo slides in and catches Shaw with a flying knee! He covers! 1… 2… Shaw kicks out! Chris Avery: Nobody was there to break up the pin, but Shaw finds a way to continue! Angelo sizes up Shaw as he struggles to his feet…Superkick-No! Shaw caught the kick! Enziguri by Angelo! Superkick! He got it that time! Angelo pins Shaw! 1… 2… Daemon breaks it up! Chris Avery: Max Daemon saves the match!Angelo looks for the superkick on Daemon but he ducks! Angelo turns and Daemon plants him with a DDT! Angelo rolls out to the apron to avoid a pinfall attempt! Max turns his attention to Shaw who is back up to his feet! Shaw catches him with a back elbow, but Max fires back with another flying knee! Both men are on wobbly legs! Max pulls Shaw in for a german suplex but Shaw fires off several elbow strikes! Shaw looks for an enziguri but Max ducks! Angelo takes out Max with another superkick! Shaw swings at Angelo, but he ducks and hits belly to back suplex! Angelo glances at Shaw, and sprints to the ropes… He springboards off the middle rope… DIRECTORS CUT! SHAW MOVES! Angelo crashes onto the canvas! Regan slides in! She kicks Shaw in the gut! ABBATOIR-NO! Shaw spins out! He lifts her up…Brainbuster! Billy: CONCUSSION PROTOCOL TO REGAN!Shaw pins! 1… 2… 3!!! Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner…and going into BATTLEBOWL…CARTER SHAW! Billy: SHAW DID IT! SHAW IS IN BATTLEBOWL!Shaw rolls off of Regan, a smile on his face, knowing he is headed to Battlebowl! Billy: I can't believe it! Next week is Lissie Hope taking on Carter Shaw! I think that might be the first time EVER for them to be in a singles match! Chris Avery: If it's not I can't remember if it ever happened and not to mention.. they were both in Philidor together years ago!Billy: Ohhh man! I can't wait!Chris Avery: We will take one last commercial break but folks, we're hearing CBS Champion Tatiana Jolee will be in the ring when we come back!We fade out as Jolee is walking through gorilla position..
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Post by Action Reel on Mar 28, 2023 10:16:41 GMT -5
Jolee Steals the Closing Segmen
The cameras return to Monday Night Clash and on the ring as the Action Wrestling CBS Champion Tatiana Jolee stands in the centre facing the hard camera. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and wearing her trademark leather jacket, the CBS Title is draped over her left shoulder and in her right hand was a mic. Tatiana Jolee: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the most dull episode of CLASH we’ve had since the last time yours truly was left off the card.She rolls her eyes with a shake of the head Tatiana Jolee: I have once again become the CBS Champion after defeating Alister McKissick at Battleground - this, of course was foreseen. However, as I said before - I don’t really have any acclaim for this title. I mean the network hates me after the whole big brother thing. And since Torture hasn’t enough sense to change the title officially to the Purity Championship - this thing is a mere token… A means to placate those like myself who are FORCED to squabble over the crumbs while the elite hog all the spotlight.She pauses for a moment to glance at the championship faceplate as it shimmers under the lights. Tatiana Jolee: Well… Like it or not, I’m the CBS Champion - and I intend on holding onto this title as a token. The proof that somebody like myself, who is forced to remain in the mid-card is only here because of the hubris and nepotism at the top of the card. I mean look at that trash we saw in the Elimination Chamber. She chuckled, clearly dismissive of what was actually a pretty brutal Main Event Tatiana Jolee: The ONLY reason that match was compelling was because of the gimmick. Nobody in that trainwreck has the skill, or the class to stand toe to toe with the Pure Wrestling Machine without some flashy nonsense garbage gimmick to help. And though Jill Park is one of the AW elitist at the top of the mountain around here, at least she’s better than Gerrard Angelo… And by that, I mean better at sucking dick, apparently.This actually got a bit of a pop from the fans, something that seemed to catch even Jolee off guard as evidenced by her wry little grin Tatiana Jolee: So how many times do we have to do this? How many times do I have to beat up kids like McKissick to prove a point that’s well-known? Jill Park is the champion, yes. But she’s ONLY the champion because that bloated ball-bag Torture REFUSES to book a REAL wrestler at the top of the card around here… And quite frankly. I’m sick and tired of - -“Crawl” by Kings of Leon hits, interrupting Tatiana and the crowd showers Co-President Torture with a wave of boos as he makes his way onto the stage! He taps the microphone he has in his hand a couple of times and his music quickly fades out. Torture: Well well well Tatiana, that was certainly a mouthful.The fans continue to boo LOUDLY at Torture! Torture: You’ve made it VERY well known that you don’t…agree with certain things I do; certain things I’ve done. You’ve made it VERY clear you do not like me, and you’ve also made it VERY clear that you’ve got your sights set on OUR Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, Jill Park…The crowd again pipes up with loud boos at the mention of the AW World Champion. Torture: Honestly HOW DARE you, Tatiana? How dare you? I tried to put ego’s aside, I tried to COACH you up a bit and give you some ADVICE. But what did you do? YOU SLAPPED ME RIGHT ACROSS THE FACE ON NATIONAL TELEVISION! You’ve continued to disparage ME and our World Champion, as well as even the very title you hold as well! We can’t have that Tatiana. So, as proper punishment for your many crimes, I think it’s only fitting that you defend your CBS Championship RIGHT NOW!Billy: SHITFIRE! What did he say? A CBS title match right now?!Chris Avery: That’s what he said, Billy! But against who?!Tatiana grins at the suggestion, telling Torture to “bring it on”. Billy: WAIT A MINUTE!Unbeknownst to Tatiana, Jill Park slides into the ring behind her! The fans boo loudly as Tatiana turns around and Park SMASHES THE AW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP INTO HER FACE! Billy: BAH GAWD! A CHEAP SHOT FROM JILL PARK!Chris Avery: Unfortunately, I don’t think she’s finished, Billy.Jill drags Tatiana towards the nearest corner, setting her lying supine on the canvas. Jake Paul climbs onto the apron, and heads to the top…FROG SPLASH TO TATIANA JOLEE! Billy: GOD DAMNIT! They’ve ambushed Jolee! Jill Park is apparently VERY worried about the potential challenge that Jolee represents![/b] Jake rolls out of the ring, grabbing a microphone. He slides back in, handing it to Jill. With the microphone in one hand, and the AW World Championship in the other, she plants her knee into the chest of Tatiana, and leans down, the title dangling in front of her face. Jill Park: Tatiana, you dumbass. For someone that’s been in this game for as long as you have, you’d think you would have known how to approach this much, much better. You think you would’ve looked at the bigger picture. I guess that’s what seperates us. Don’t worry, you’ll learn, one way or the other.Jill smiles wide as she drops the title belt and microphone, and yells at Jake to get Tatiana up. He grabs Tatiana, and shoves her intol Jill, who double underhooks Tatiana’s arms, and drops her ONTO THE TITLE with a Pedigree! Billy: DAMNIT! Someone needs to put an end to this![/b] Torture: Now how about that CBS Championship match?!Chris Avery: WHAT? Torture can’t be serious! This is an egregious abuse of power!The fans continue to absolutely rain down boos! Torture: Did you think I was joking? NO! Consider this an OPEN CHALLENGE to ANYONE in the back!“Ambitionz Az A Ridah” by 2pac hits the speakers! Chris Avery: DOC HOLIDAY?!Doc Holiday walks out on the stage and cautiously passes Torture who doesn’t say a word, he just smiles as Holiday continues his way down the ramp. As he slowly enters the ring, the music cuts out. Jill Park and Jake Paul eye Holiday for a moment, before they both exit the ring. Holiday is left alone with a still motionless Tatiana Jolee. The bell rings! Chris Avery: You gotta be kidding me? Tatiana is OUT!Billy: THIS IS NOT RIGHT!Holiday turns Jolee over, and hooks both legs! ONE TWO THREE! The bell rings! Chris Avery: I…I can’t believe this. Torture and company have perhaps sunk to a new low.Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner, and NEW CBS Champion…Doc Holiday.Adilene’s disgust shows through in her tone, matching that of the commentary team, and the crowd. Clash comes to a close with Doc Holiday holding the CBS Championship high into the air, and Torture, Jake Paul, and Jill Park real proud of what they just did to Tatiana Jolee, as the laugh about it on the stage. Billy: DOC HOLIDAY JUST WON THE CBS TITLE AND TATIANA JOLEE WAS JUST SCREWED! SHE WAS JUST SCREWED!! GOD DAMN IT!!Chris Avery: THAT SON OF A BITCH!!
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