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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 1:19:31 GMT -5
Madison Square Garden is hopping, popping, locking and rocking..
Kings of Leon hits and the crowd GOES APE SHIT INTO BOOING.
Billy: Welcome to Monday Night Clash and here comes the Co-President of Action Wrestling.. Torture.
He comes through the curtain and onto the stage and the crowd continues to boo!
Billy: Just last week it was announced during his Birthday Bash that Tatiana Jolee and Torture will have a match at Evolution!
Chris Avery: However, we have learned that he's willing to not only buy out her contract, but give her one large, lump sum to ensure he doesn't wrestle in a few weeks at Evolution!
Torture gets into the ring and grabs a microphone as New York continues to shit on Torture.
Torture: Okay, okay!
They just continue to boo him as he stands there.
Torture: I have here..
Torture reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a check.
Torture: A check for 2 million dollars..
The crowd buzzes but then quickly cheers as Tatiana Jolee is walking down the steps in the grandstands!
Billy: HEY! SHES HERE!! HERE COMES TATIANA JOLEE!!
Chris Avery: OHH YEAH!! I DONT THINK SHES GOING TO ACCEPT THE MONEY!
Billy: TWO MILLION IS A LOT OF MONEY THOUGH!
Jolee jumps the railing..
Torture: Come on, Tatiana! You're just the person I want to see! I want you in this ring so we can work this out.. like TWO, GROWN, ADULTS!
Jolee pulls her hoodie back and looks around at the sold out arena telling her not to takkeeee the moneyyy.
Torture holds the check up.
Torture: Come on, Tatiana! Come in here and accept this big pay day and lets walk away, lets clean our hands of this, lets not go through with this silly little match that my dumb, son tried to throw us in!
The crowd boos as Jolee jumps up to the apron and bends through the ropes and into the ring.
Torture: Tatiana, this 2 million dollars is not only your payday either. I'm willing to pay out the rest of your contract tomorrow morning and you can be a free agent! You won't even have to be in AW anymore! I see the shit you talk on twitter, you can be like the rest of em'.. and just walk out on me!
The crowd boos.
Billy: Come on, no way!
Torture: This is 2 million dollars, Tatiana.. This is the biggest pay day you'll ever see!
Jolee stands in the ring a few feet from Torture. The crowd buzzing..
Torture: Let's cancel the match, there is no reason we should wrestle, Tatiana!
The crowd boos.
Torture waves the check around in front of her..
Chris Avery: Wait, who is that?!
JUST THEN TWO FIGURES SLIDE INTO THE RING!
JOLEE TURNS TO THEM AND THEY SUPERKICK HER IN THE HEAD!!
Billy: WHAT THE HELL?!
Chris Avery: THATS OCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS THE GUNNERS!!
One of the Gunners sits on top of Jolee and hammers down forearm shots!! The other Gunner moves him off and starts elbow striking her in the head!!
Billy: WHAT THE HELL?!
Chris Avery: WHAT ARE THE GUNNERS DOING? WAIT!! THERES ROMAN GUNN! THE FORMER CBS CHAMPION.. THE CURRENT OCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!
They pick up Tatiana as Roman roars to life and hits the ropes and comes over with a SUPERMAN PUNCH!!
Billy: OH MY GOD, COME ON!!
Torture starts to smile as he holds onto the check and stands in the corner of the ring!
Billy: AND TORTURE IS SMILING! THAT SICK SON OF A BITCH!! THIS WAS HIS PLAN ALL ALONG!!?
Chris Avery: YOU KNOW IT WAS HIS PLAN!!
Jolee is picked up by the Gunners again and Roman roars a second time and flies into the air and hits a second straight SUPERMAN PUNCH!!
Billy: AND DOWN GOES TATIANA AGAIN! COME ON THIS IS ENOUGH!!
The Gunners go to the top rope as Roman hypes them up! The Gunners are standing up on the top rope and leap off and they both hit a SPLASH on Jolee at the same time!!
Chris Avery: GOD DAMN!! THE SUPER SPLASH!! STOP THIS!! GUNN AND HIS COUSINS ARE DESTROYING TATIANA FOR TORTURE AND FOR WHAT?!
Billy: YOU KNOW WHY!! TORTURE IS INSECURE AND SCARED!! HE KNOWS HE CANT WRESTLE TATIANA!! HES TRYING TO INJURE HER BEFORE THE MATCH!!
Torture continues standing in the corner as The Gunners pick up the deadweight of Jolee and hold her up in the middle of the ring as Roman puts on his special glove with diamonds in the fists. He locks the glove on and roars for a third time! He hits into the sky and SMASHES HER WITH THE SPECIAL SUPERMAN PUNCH!!
Billy: JESUS. CHRIST. STOP THIS!!
The Gunners all pose over her as a trio before Roman tells them he wants to hit their trios finisher.. and the Gunners agree.
Chris Avery: NO MORE!! NO MORE!! DO NOT DO THIS!!
Torture, again not moving in the corner.. and the Gunners and Roman pick up Tatiana and SHIELD POWERBOMB HER DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!
Billy: MY GOD!! SHE MIGHT HAVE BROKEN RIBS!! A BROKEN JAW!! SHE COULD BE DONE AND THEY STILL WON'T STOP!!
Roman wants to do it a second time.. and the Gunners laugh it up. They pick her up..
And she isn't moving, or anything.. and they hit a SECOND SHIELD POWERBOMB as a trio!!
Billy: JESUS!! JESUS!! JUST STOP THIS!! PLEASE, SOMEONE COME STOP THIS!!
Roman and The Gunners all stand over her and Torture comes out of the corner and tells Roman.. he wants to see it a third time..
Billy: OH MY GOD COOME ONNN
Chris Avery: THAT PIECE OF SHIT!
Roman smiles and tells his cousins to pick her up.. They pick up Jolee who is completely dead weight and unconscious
Billy: IS SHE EVEN BREATHING?!
Roman roars as Gunners put her on his shoulders and they SHIELD POWERBOMB her a THIRD time in the middle of the ring!!
Torture laughs as he takes the check and gives it to Roman Gunn.
Billy: OHH THATS WHY HE HAD THE CHECK HUH? PAID THEM OFF! WHAT A LOSER! A SCARED SON OF A BITCH LOSER!
Torture grabs the microphone and kneels over Tatiana..
Torture: Haha! Tatiana.. I'lll see you at Evolution 6, and just remember.. YOU WILL NEVER BEAT ME.. cause I'm the greatest of all time.. and IM THE BOSS...
Torture looks around as the crowd boos him while he still kneels over her..
Torture: and you're just a STUPID.. BITCH.
Torture drops the microphone onto her chest as he stands up and looks down at her in disgust.. and then spits on her.
Chris Avery: Oh my god.
Just then a dozen refs run down the ramp and slide into the ring as the Gunners and Roman leave the ring. Torture is telling the officials to get help for Jolee..
Chris Avery: As if he cares! Oh, whatever!
Torture laughs as he exits the ring..
Billy: This is not good, we'll be right back here on Monday Night Clash, folks.
Jolee is still out cold with a wad of Tortures spit on her neck, and the microphone still on her stomach and she's not moving. We fade out.
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 1:20:22 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:23:48 GMT -5
Backstage!
The camera cuts back to the wrestler’s entrance. A black Cadillac pulls up and out climbs Jimmy “Big Tyme” Jackson. The crowd cheers for Jimmy as he walks around to the other side of the Cadillac. Billy: The number one contender to the Television Title has arrived!Chris Avery: And like always, he seems to be in a very good mood.Jimmy opens the passenger door, and his Mama steps out. The arena crowd gives another big pop for Mama as she exits the vehicle. Jimmy begins to walk his Mama into the arena, but they both stop to sign a few autographs for some fans. Billy: Look how popular Mama is becoming.Chris Avery: She unfairly assaulted Johnny Beckman last week, she’s nothing but a thug!Jimmy “Big Tyme” Jackson and his proud Mama begin to enter Madison Square Garden when they are stopped by a NYC police officer. Officer: Sorry, Ma’am, but I’ve been instructed to give this to you.The police officer hands Mama an envelope. She pulls out a document, reads it and then rolls her eyes. She hands the document over to her son. Jimmy: Johnny Beckman has put a restraining order on you Mama, you need to stay away from him tonight.Mama: This is some straight up nonsense.Officer: Unfortunately, your son is right Ma’am, if you go within 50 feet of Mr. Beckman tonight, you will be arrested.Meanwhile, 51 feet from the arena entrance is Johnny Beckman. Johnny: That’s right Mama! There’s no chance you will get to me tonight!Jimmy takes a few steps towards Johnny’s position. Mama: Relax now honey, that’s just what he wants.Mama talks her boy Jimmy back to thinking rationally, and they continue into the arena. Johnny: Naaa...naaa...naaa...naaa...na...naaa...naaa...naaa..na...Hey...MaMa...Goodbye!!Billy: Johnny has put a restraining order on Jimmy’s Mama.Chris Avery: A great move for Johnny and his money bags!
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:27:37 GMT -5
He's Leaving, Thank God!
The camera catches up with Torture who is putting on his suit jacket heading towards a vehicle when his son jumps in front of him, and he's a little pissed off! Alexander Pasternak: What the hell was THAT about?!Torture ignores him and just gently pushes him out of the way and continues walking to the car! Alexander Pasternak: PAYING THEM TO JUST UTTERLY DESTROY HER, DAD?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?Pasternak continues trailing Torture who is ignoring him. Alexander Pasternak: Hey, I'm TALKING TO YOU!Pasternak grabs the shoulder of Torture to stop him and Torture turns around AND SLAPS HIS SON ACROSS THE FACE!! The entire arena gasps! Pasternak is in SHOCK. Torture just stands there looking at his son, biting his lips. Pasternak is holding his cheek and just completely SHOCKED by this move and Torture turns back around, turning his back on his son and gets to the back seat of his SUV. The driver closes the door and hops into the front seat. The SUV drives off as the camera turns back to Pasternak with his jaw straight on the ground, holding his cheek. Billy: What the hell just happened? Chris Avery: Torture has gone too far... he's .. gone too far, Billy.Billy: He's insane.The scene fades out.
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:29:55 GMT -5
There Will Be Blood Bath
The arena descends into boos when "I Don’t Want To Be Here Anymore" by Rise Against plays on the PA system. Max Daemon and Holo Make step out onto the stage. The latter is looking as neutral as possible, and the lack of smirk on Max's face says more than anything. Max finishes a red Solo cup of alcohol in his hands before tossing it away. His eyes lock in on Downfall in the ring, ignoring the crowd for once. The two approach the ring at a steady pace. They reach the ring via the stairs, and eventually enter the ring. He holds out his hand, and Holo hands him a mic. His music fades out soon after. Max Daemon: I bet ya' all thought last week that you was seeing somethin' despicable. Downfall, the Hardcore Champ, mister badass ran down my name, talked about ten minutes worth'a shit... and disrespected ME. He says I'm not in his league. He says, that anything I've done... in Action Wrestling... is something he coulda done better!He looks over at Holo Make, and the two share a derisive look and laugh to themselves. Max Daemon: Bet Downfall thought he was bein' real cute and making me look bad all this time, when he's making fun of me for "quitting"... Bet he thought he had everyone believing that he got inside my head... and I bet in his mind... he thought that if he trotted out someone like David Hunter... and ran him down in front'a God and everyone... but still made a point that HE was the last person... that beat Max Daemon... he'd make some kinda juvenile point that he can eclipse anythin' Max Daemon has done... Well... what happened Downy?Max paces around the ring, getting fired up. Max Daemon: Ya didn't prove yourself better... than David Hunter at all. That nothing, that "worm" you called him... he spouted some fire that actually had you looking speechless for a moment. David Hunter... actually had the mighty Hardcore champ on the back foot... and he went on and ripped you a new one for so long, it eclipsed all that shit you were talkin'. And THEN... Mister Downfall... you couldn't take what he was saying, and how he called you out for bein' a little BITCH... so you low blowed him. That ain't provin' you were better than tha' man... that Beat Max Daemon... was it?Max stops in front of the hard camera, as behind him, Holo folds his arms over his chest, shaking his head sternly. Max Daemon: But I know, in your mind... David Hunter wasn't ever even part'a the equation, he never was really what ya' were after and ya' only brought him INTO this, to make a dig at me... You don't see men like David Hunter... men like ME... as real people, real competition... nah you only see us as a lesson... But I was the one who taught not only David Hunter a lesson last week... but I taught YOU one too, bitch!!Max goes to the ropes, raising his voice into the camera. Max Daemon: Ya' keep askin' if I'm ready?? Ya' keep askin' if I wanted this?? BITCH... LOOK AT ME NOW!! I'M STILL STANDIN'!! YOU TRIED TO MAKE FUN OF DAVID HUNTER FOR QUITTIN... MAKE FUN O' MAX DAEMON FOR QUITTING... NOW DAVID IS DESTROYED... DECIMATED... GONE! AND THE MIGHTY DOWNFALL... BROKEN! YOU WERE THE ONE "NOT READY"!! YOU DIDN'T WANT THIS!Holo, behind him, keeps his arms folded, but can be seen mouthing the words "You didn't want this", and Max, nearly unhinged at this point, gestures into the camera. Max Daemon: I proved, MY point, that all you are is a windbag spoutin' a bunch 'a fancy words and swingin' a crowbar around. You think you own something... well I destroyed Downfall so bad he was SHAKEN, so bad that he is gonna do whatever he does when he gets fucked up too bad! Exactly, what he HAD to do when he couldn't make it in the WGWF anymore... HE WALKS AWAY. DOWNFALL, LITTLE PUNKASS BITCH, GOT CRUSHED SO BAD THAT HE KNOWS... HE NEEDS TO WALK AWAY FROM THIS! AWAY FROM THE BEATING THAT'S COMING FOR HIM AT EVOLUTION!!Incredibly, the crowd are so incensed, fired up and annoyed at Max Daemon, that they shower him with a chorus of boo's so loud it radiates like a heat wave through the arena. Daemon holds his arms out, taking it all in, but he brings the mic back up, doubling down on his dogged insistence. Max Daemon: YOU HEARD ME! WE DESTROYED HIM LAST WEEK! HE AIN'T EVEN GOING TO MAKE IT TO EVOLUTION, YA HEAR ME?The crowd is booing Max loudly, as he and Holo turn from side to side, mouthing off at the crowd and telling them that they aren't shit. Max Daemon: AND AT EVOLUTION... IF DOWNFALL EVEN DOES SHOW UP... THE HARDCORE TITLE IS COMIN' WITH ME... AND WHEN I'M GONE IN FIVE MONTHS, I'MA TAKE THAT TITLE WITH ME!The crowd boos loudly. Max Daemon: BECAUSE I'M MAX DAEMON. RESPECT MY GOD DAMN NAME.Suddenly, the camera pans over to Chris Avery, holding his earpiece. Chris Avery: We're getting some word that there's a great deal of commotion in the underground parking garage area, what is going on here -The Tron lights up with a feed as a cameraman is jogging into place, camera shaking all over the place, as an ambulance pulls up, moving with reckless abandon and careening past parked cars. Finally, with a squeal of rubber at a high speed coming to a hard brake, it whips at high velocity before stopping. The sizzle of the engine is loud, as if it was running hot and running red lights to get here. And then, the door bursts open, and Downfall slides out from behind the wheel. Chris Avery: He IS here after all! Downfall is in the building!!Billy: Isn't stealing an ambulance a crime, this isn't GTA!!After last week, where he was not only put through an announce table, but his vest torn open, and he was smashed over and over again with a barbed wire chair, not just to the back, but to the head, he has some heavy bandages over his wrist and a visible suture above his eye. His face has taken damage as well, as he has a busted vessel in one eye, giving him a demonic glower, and bruises underneath the bandage over his eye. Downfall snarls as he stands by the ambulance, and then, he reaches back, into the cabin of the ambulance... and extrudes a long, curved black iron crowbar. He pats in his his hand. Chris Avery: My GOD!! Downfall is battered, and bloodied, and still showing the effects of that devastating attack... we've never seen him like this!Downfall stares down the barrel of the camera that came to view the parking garage, getting close to it, anarchic and terrifying. Downfall: Max... you shoulda learned a lesson not to HUNT what you can't KILL. Come on down here and FIND ME!!Back in the arena, in the ring, Max is pissed off and perturbed by Downfall's brazen callout, and he snarls and points at the screen, telling Holo that that stupid bitch wants another piece of him. He starts to climb out of the ring, but thinks better of it, motioning to Holo, and Holo motions that he's got this. Holo picks up the barbed wire wrapped steel chair, and climbs out of the ring, moving with purpose as he heads up the ramp towards the exit that will take him down to the parking garage. Chris Avery: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a volatile situation brewing down in the parking garage as Downfall has called out Max Daemon, who sent Holo Make down to deal with him, we'll have more after this commercia-
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:31:10 GMT -5
Whopper, Whopper, Whopper, Whopper, Junior, double, triple Whopper, Flame-grilled taste with perfect toppers, I rule this day.
Lettuce, mayo, pickle, ketchup, It's OK if I don't want that, Impossible or bacon Whopper, Any Whopper my way.
You rule, you're seizing the day, At BK, have it your way.
You rule!
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:32:40 GMT -5
This Is Blood Bath
Chris Avery: And we're back, and the camera crew has caught up to Holo Make as he's made his way into the parking garage!Holo Make has entered the small walkway down the ramp in the parking garage. To one side, is a loading dock leading to a metal door on a concrete platform, this divot is fairly deep, about five feet at the slope. And then, Holo scans the parking garage and spots the ambulance, with it's driver door ajar, but he doesn't see Downfall anymore. Holo Make shouts some choice words into the parking garage, which echo through the enclosed concrete structures. Holo Make: GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!Holo steps towards the ambulance, wary of a trick, but not seeing Downfall anywhere. He looks around a concrete pillar, peeking around and under the ambulance. Holo Make: DOWNFALL! BRING YOUR PUNK ASS, I STILL OWE YOU A RECEIPT!!Holo steps around the side of the ambulance, looking carefully into the port windows to make sure Downfall isn't in there, and peeking underneath the SUV parked next to it. Suddenly, from between two cars a shadowy figure can be seen moving. Holo whirls, not liking the guerilla tactics being employed. Suddenly, he hears a thump of something landing on the metal hood of a car, and he turns, to see Downfall slide over the hood of a nearby car, crowbar in hand. Before Holo can react, Downfall brings the crowbar in to give Holo a savage shot to the ribs that doubles him over. The camera, briefly, cuts back to the arena, to get a reaction shot from Max Daemon. Chris Avery: Oh my GOD!!Holo's breath goes out in a huge exhalation, and he bends over, gasping and wheezing. Downfall snarls at him. Back in the arena, Max is seen pacing around the ring, talking trash to Downfall. The camera switches to show Downfall standing over Holo, holding his bruised and bloodied face in one hand. Downfall: No Holo, I owe YOU and Max both a receipt from last week... and I'm coming to collect. But first, I'm gonna take YOU out of the equation.Downfall brings the crowbar down across the cheekbone of the turned face presented to him by Holo, which could send teeth flying with it's wince inducing force. Holo is dropped like a stone. Downfall, relishing the pain being doled out to someone who clearly deserved it, snarls at the camera capturing all of this, knowing it's being relayed back to the arena straight to Max. Downfall: HEY MAX. YOU WATCHING?With a burst of adrenaline surging and giving him energy, Downfall bends down and scoops up Holo, carrying him fireman style with an arm over his shoulder, and dragging the big man to the ambulance. Downfall goes around to the back door of the ambulance, opens it up, and, moving with effort to deadlift Holo's sandbag weight from the crowbar shot, Downfall shoulders Holo in to the floor of the ambulance and pushes him all the way in. He isn't strapped to a stretcher, he's just loose in the back of it. Then, Downfall blows out a huff of breath, wipes the sweat off his brow and away from the bandage... and a sinister grin splits his face. With a magician's flourish, Downfall produces a set of vehicle keys on a key fob from his vest pocket. Downfall: STILL WATCHING, MAXIE?Downfall takes the keys and gets in the drivers side of the ambulance, turning it on. No movement can be seen in the back of the ambulance where Holo Make is presumably still laid out... but Downfall ignites the engine and guns it, and then begins turning the wheel. Downfall turns the ambulance so that it's idling right in front of the ramp leading to the loading dock, the steep hill terminating in a concrete wall of the loading dock... and then Downfall revs the engine of the ambulance, once. Downfall sets the ambulance and puts it in reverse, placing the crowbar in his hand in between the wheel and pushing down on the gas pedal, and then he hops out! With the wedged crowbar pressing down on the gas and stuck in the steering column... the ambulance, engine roaring, runs all the way down the ramp of the loading down, before ramming the rear end into the concrete wall at at LEAST 30 miles an hour! The ambulance hits the concrete wall of the loading dock with a resounding thud, and Holo Make can be heard screaming from inside! Billy: HOLY SHITFIRE!!Chris Avery: WHAT THE HELL ARE WE WITNESSING??The camera switches back to a look at Max in the arena; The camera catches him in a wide angle, standing there looking stunned, and then close in on his face as he comprehends what Downfall just did to Holo. The camera feed goes back to the parking garage, where Downfall is picking himself up. Downfall dusts himself off, and then, he looks across the parking lot, to the ramp leading to the loading dock. The ambulance has come to a very harsh stop; It's rear end is crumpled, it's rear doors (which open out) are against the concrete wall of the loading dock. For several very long seconds, the ambulance just lays there, smoke starting to roll from it's hood. Downfall steps over to it, to look at his handiwork. Chris Avery: SOMEONE GET SOME HELP DOWN THERE! HOLO IS TRAPPED, HE MAY BE HURT!!It wasn't clear at first if Holo, inside the back of the ambulance, was severely injured in the jarring impact when the ambulance reversed down the ramp and rolled into the loading dock... but, finally, you can hear a few, weak, thumps, as if someone inside the cab of the ambulance, very battered and shaken up, is trying to weakly push against the door of a crumpled ambulance but is hitting nothing but stone. Suddenly, Holo's pushing on the door becomes more frantic, and you can hear him yelling inside. Downfall looks at the ambulance... and then, at the camera. Downfall: Now you..... stay right where you are, Max... Now that I got your boy out of the way, I wanna talk to you, next.Downfall starts walking, leaving the crashed ambulance at the bottom of the loading dock ramp, with Holo trapped inside... referees and backstage officials are rushing in, surrounding the ambulance and trying to talk to Holo inside the ambulance. Chris Avery: Downfall is on his way to the ring, and this chaotic atmosphere is turning ugly... He just destroyed Holo Make, and he's on his way out there for Max Daemon next!!Billy: Is there gonna be anything left of these two when they get to Evolution??Chris Avery: I'm being told by officials that we're being sent to commercial break!!
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:33:04 GMT -5
Whopper, Whopper, Whopper, Whopper, Junior, double, triple Whopper, Flame-grilled taste with perfect toppers, I rule this day.
Lettuce, mayo, pickle, ketchup, It's OK if I don't want that, Impossible or bacon Whopper, Any Whopper my way.
You rule, you're seizing the day, At BK, have it your way.
You rule!
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:34:48 GMT -5
Back To Monday Night Clash Presented By Burger King
Chris Avery: And we're back, and officials are still unable to get Holo Make out of the back of that ambulance -Suddenly, "The Becoming" by NIN hits on the PA and Downfall emerges from the curtain, making a beeline straight to the ring, wasting no time going for Max Daemon! Max tries to intercept him, but Downfall takes him down with a double leg tackle, and immediately begins landing punches on him! Downfall lifts Daemon up, tearing at his jacket and violently jerking him around, before throwing him into the corner and unloading such a heated flurry of right hands that Max is beaten down, limply into a seated position, and Downfall continues on with a frenzied abandon, now giving Max mounted punches and stomps in the corner while Max's head lolls limply and he can't even cover up. Downfall turns around, taking off his vest and throwing it down, and the scars and bandages covering his back from the assault of the barbed wire steel chair can be seen. He goes to lift Max up, but Max reverses, throwing Downfall into the corner and giving him a rake to the eyes. Max looks to follow it up with a clothesline but Downfall moves out of the way and Max goes crashing into the turnbuckle. Max is clutching his chest in pain as he rests by the ropes where Downfall follows up with a big clothesline taking Max all the way to the outside. Chris Avery: I can't believe that this is breaking down like this, but all of the referees seem to be occupied by trying to free the trapped and possibly seriously injured Holo Make, who was rammed into that loading dock!!Climbing to the outside after Max, who is sputtering and trying to gather his wits about him, a relentless, machinelike Downfall stalks after him. Snarling, he grabs Max by the arm and whips him hard into the steel steps. Downfall follows it up by running in and delivering a big boot to the seated Max's face, smashing it into the steps. Downfall's foot hits with a loud crash, and Max looks to be out cold. Downfall is winded from the exertion and hobbles, holding his leg for a moment. But he isn't done with Max, not by a long shot. Downfall, snarling like a dog, jerks Max up again by the hair, walking him up the aisle towards the stage! Max is trying to flail, but it looks as if his hands are just pushing at air and his legs are like spaghetti. Downfall takes Max over to the Tron, grabbing him by the back of the hair, and then running Max forward so that Max is driven into the big LED screen! There is a pop of electrical, and a section of the screen goes black! Max is flung backwards, and slumps in a heap on the stage! Chris Avery: These two may just fight all over the damn arena!!Downfall stumbles a bit, but he stays locked on target, scrambling up to pick Max up by the hair and drop a loaded punch into the forehead of Max. As Max sprawls back, in back be seen he is busted open over the eyebrow. Downfall goes to pick Max up... but Max, thought to be stunned, in desperation rakes the eyes of Downfall violently. Downfall howls and holds his face, letting Max drop. Downfall stumbles, and flails around blindly. Max takes the moment to slither away, and he pants in exertion, before lowering himself off the stage, trying to create some space between himself and Downfall. The vengeance-crazed Anarchist shakes his head and spots Max off the side of the stage, and gives chase, hopping down himself and making a beeline to Max. Max is on the side of the stage near the fans, and Downfall catches up to him, and Max surprises him by grabbing an outrageously expensive concession stand cup of beer and splashing it in Downfall's eyes! Downfall stumbles back, even more blinded! Billy: I can't believe what they charge for just a Bud Light here, I'm not even against it in a Kid Rock anti-LGBT kinda way it's just, it's not good enough beer to justify that.Downfall is turned half away, scrubbing at his eyes, and Max smashes someone's fanny pack over Downfall's head. Downfall stumbles back, leading one to wonder if the fanny pack contained a brick. Now Max is the one trying to hoist the champ. He winches Downfall in a face lock and plants some knee strikes as he lifts him up. Max takes Downfall by the back of the head and walks him through the front row of fans, and they're headed to the exit. Chris Avery: AND IT'S SPILLING OUTSIDE!The exit sign hangs over the doors and Max throws the champ through them. Downfall goes stumbling through, into the outside, and the hallway to the lobby of the awards venue comes into view as the camera follows along. There's a big, plastic and metal sign advertising Action Wrestling with stock images of Jill Park, Lissie Hope and Carter Shaw on the marquee, and Max picks the sign up, hefts it, and then smacks Downfall across the back with it. Downfall stumbles again, holding his back and then falling to a kneeling position. Max throws the direction sign aside, and then he lifts Downfall up. Downfall starts crawling away from Max just to try and get to his feet. Downfall uses the balcony door to help him to his feet. But by the front desk there's one of those metal curved neck lamps. Max picks up the lamp, again finding whatever he can to beat Downfall over the head with. Downfall throws a quick jab to the stomach of Max. Max doubles over. Downfall grabs Max and throws him into the wall. Max bounces back, Downfall wraps his arms around the midsection, bellows out an angry roar and crushes him into the wall again. Downfall takes another step back... measuring his prey as Max pulls himself out of the wall, holding his back, and then Downfall hits a short yet very impactful spear. Both men are laid out by the front security desk. Two security guards, knowing what the venue has been contracted for tonight, still stand by with gawking disbelief. Chris Avery: I can't believe these two have fought out to the lobby! They are trying to KILL each other! Billy: Downfall is still feeling the effects of beating beat half to death with a barbed wire chair last week and he's still coming!!Downfall gets to his feet. He quickly scans the security desk. And there, he spies a Dell flatscreen monitor, which he forcefully yanks from it's moorings as he pulls it from behind the counter. The security guards can't do much more than protest and hope somebody's getting reimbursed for this shit. Max picks his way to his feet, holding his ribs. SLAM! Downfall crashes the flat screen monitor down onto Max's back! Max starts to roll around in agony, flinching and gritting his teeth. Downfall shakes his head, clearly not finished with him yet. Downfall pulls Max to his feet. Downfall whips Max across the lobby and we are off to the races again. Chris Avery: Wait a minute, I'm hearing there's some commotion in the parking garage, too...There's a small caged area on the side of the hallway with a metal door and, within it, janitorial supplies, including a wheeled yellow janitor's cart, mop bucket, and solvents and sprays. Max selects some air freshener aerosol, and as Downfall pulls himself to his feet, Max lifts the aerosol can up and sprays Downfall right in the face! The spray burns awfully, although it smells like spring rain (supposedly) and the chemicals burn Downfall's eyes and face. He shrieks horribly and brings his hands up to scrub frantically at his eyes. Max has wheeled the janitor's cart out of the storage bin and he grabs the mop from the bucket. Downfall, still partially blinded and in severe pain from the shot of air freshener spray, turns around only for Max to smack him with the wet end of the mop as hard as he can. Downfall staggers back. Max comes around behind him, wielding the mop like a staff. He wraps the mop horizontally around Downfall, pulling it into Downfall's throat and hauling back with a hand on both side so as to choke him out. Downfall is able to fight out of this, pushing with both his hands to keep the mop handle away from his windpipe, but Max keeps up the pressure. Then, Max grips Downfall's head and pushes it down, towards the mop bucket attached to the janitor's cart, and he dunks Downfall's head in some very old and disgusting mop water that was not emptied after the last use. Chris Avery: Max is baptising Downfall in the mop water! Billy: Ew. Ew. Ew. Ewwww. That water is browner than your teeth, Avery! That's disgusting!!Downfall, gasping for air, elbows Max in the side as he pushes his head out of the water, and he picks up a Wet Floor sign and he swing it up over his shoulder and smashes it over Max's head. Downfall coughs and chokes, still gagging on foul water, but his eyes have cleared, and he takes the Wet Floor sign in his hands and violently swings it, breaking it across Max's neck and shoulder. Max slumps to the aisle, holding his shoulder. Downfall leans against the maintenance storage section, gasping and catching his breath. He waits another few moments and gets back up, and comes in to lay some furious boots to Max. Downfall looks around him, and obviously recognizing where they've found themselves, spots a door with a sign that tells him it's leading to the parking garage. He grimaces, and lifts the beaten Max up and walks him down the hallway. Chris Avery: No way, they've fought all the way back to the parking lot!!Downfall grips Max's head and bounces it off the side of a car window. Max keeps walking, and Downfall grips his head again and walks him out a little ways, throwing him across the hood of a car. Downfall holds his bandaged head, when suddenly, he hears a shout and HOLO MAKE roars back in to view! Holo is cut all over from broken glass, but he had been assisted in getting out the front doors of the ambulance and made his way through the parking garage! Holo boots Downfall right in the head!! Chris Avery: NO! HOLO IS BACK IN THE GAME!!Max, breathing so heavily that it's as if he's been mauled, nonetheless cracks a smile when he sees Holo Make standing over Downfall! Max gingerly makes his way to his feet. Max Daemon: GET HIS ASS UP, HOLO!!Holo lifts Downfall, pinning his arms, and Max runs in, giving him a punt kick right to the dick for a second week in a row. Downfall groans, and doubles over hard, stunned. Max, gritting his teeth, pushes him down by the back of his head. Max Daemon: Not so bad without your little crowbar... are you?? NOT SO BAD NOW... ARE YOU BITCH??Max and Holo lift Downfall up, grabbing him by the back of his hair... and Max nods his head to Holo. The two run forward, throwing Downfall over the hood of the sports car nearby so hard that he goes flying in. Downfall crashes into the windshield of the car, which spiderwebs! Downfall, dazed, rolls over and over until he's laying on his back on the hood of the car, broken glass around him, bleeding from reopened cuts under his bandages AND new cuts all over himself. Max shouts at Holo, who peels Downfall up, and Holo puts Downfall on his shoulder and launches him like a lawn dart into the spiderwebbed windshield AGAIN, this time with greater force! The windshield gives way, coming out in a broken film, and Downfall goes through it! Chris Avery: NO! DEAR GOD NO!! Billy: Downfall started this with some attempted vehicular manslaughter, but the Dirge just upped the ante! They've left him looking like he just wrapped his car around a telephone pole!!Holo motions to Max that they need to get out of here. Max is staring fixatedly at Downfall, snarling at him. Chris Avery: This is absolutely depraved. Downfall tried to severely injure both men tonight, but was unsuccessful... but you can be sure in the Hardcore title match at Evolution all parties WILL be trying their damnedest to kill each other!Billy: This is a HELL of a war, Avery.EMT's are running in, and calling for help, as a very bloody and beaten Downfall is seen crawling from the hole in the broken windshield, glass raining down off of him.
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:38:59 GMT -5
Non-Title
Raja steps through the curtain and walks to a spot at the top of the ramp. The crowd boos as he slowly raises his hands palms up to just above his head. He turns his head to the left and then back towards the ring and heads down the ramp.. Adilene Floyd: Please welcome.. From the Tripura, India, weighing 235 pounds, RAJA!Raja steps up the steel steps and heads through the ropes and steps into the ring. He goes right to the turnbuckles and lifts up his attire so he can stand clear and then stares out at the crowd who is booing him. He steps down off the turnbuckles and slips off the entrance attire and folds it in half and sets it outside of the ring. Billy: This man is pure evil. He’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants, as evidenced by what he did last week to Hajeet’s father.Chris Avery: Every family has their little squabbles.Billy: Raja was threatening to throw Hajeet’s father off a castle!Chris Avery: Why are you always judging people so much Billy?"Welcome Back Kotter" by John Sebastian begins to play over the sea of fans. The video feed fades to 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. Johnny has the TV title over his shoulder. 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 400 pounds, and 7 feet tall...He is the Action Wrestling Television Champion...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. Billy: The Sitcom’s current TV Title reign has been extremely impressive.Chris Avery: He’s defeated Ellie Austin, Jessie Lee, and Niobe Martin. Now the question is, will Jimmy Jackson be next on that list?Johnny then pulls the ref aside to make sure The Sitcom gets every advantage possible. Finally, the Ref gets Johnny ringside when “We Will Rock You” hits, and Jimmy “Big Tyme” Jackson appears from behind the curtain, and the crowd goes crazy! Chirs Avery: What is he doing here?Billy: My guess, he’s here to do a little scouting for his big match against The Sitcom at Evolution.Johnny Beckman and The Sitcom are looking concerned, as they watch Jimmy dance his way down the ramp. He sings with the crowd and signs autographs for all the children. The Sitcom keeps his eye on the number one contender to his title the whole time, as Johnny keeps nervously looking around for any other possible surprises. Billy: And look at Johnny, you can tell he is keeping a look out for Jimmy’s Mama. Chris Avery: That woman better stay away from Johnny, he has a restraining order on her, if she violates that, she’s going to jail!The ref calls for the bell to start the match as Jimmy Jackson takes a place at the announcer's table. The Sitcom and Raja begin to circle the ring, as they size one another up. Billy: Jimmy, it’s so nice to have you out here tonight. Jimmy: Thanks Billy, I figured you guys have the best seats in the house. Chris Avery: Yeah, until two fools decided to throw each other through our table!Raja challenges Sitcom to a feats of strength as he holds a single hand high in the air. The Sitcom smiles at the smaller man’s proposal at first, but the fans begin to egg him on until he agrees to the challenge. Sitcom grabs Raja’s first hand, then his second, but before anything else Raja is quick to start kicking The Sitcom in the gut. Billy: Cheap move there by Raja. Jimmy: I’d argue, stupid move by The Sitcom to trust that snake Raja for a second.Raja kicks The Sitcom back into the corner and then lays into him with a few shoulder blocks. He then grabs Sitcom by the hand and throws him towards the opposite ring corner. The Sitcom counters and throws Raja into the ring corner, quickly following that up with a big splash! Raja stumbles around and into a body slam by the TV Champ. Chris Avery: So, Jimmy, what’s your plan on dealing with the Sitcom’s massive size?Jimmy: I don’t know if you’ve seen me lately Chris, but I am not exactly some little dude.The Sitcom has Raja up and in a bear hug. You can see the meaty paws of the 400-pounder grip together behind Raja’s back, tightening the hold over and over! Finally, Raja uses a few elbows to Sitcom’s head to wiggle free, he then runs off the ropes and nails Sitcom with a flying forearm. The big man starts to waver a little, so Raja tries again, off the ropes, with a forearm, but Sitcom catches him and then slams him hard into the mat with a powerslam!! ONE TWO KICK OUT!! Billy: Look at that rat Johnny, yelling at the ref for a faster count!Jimmy: Johnny better not dare try to interfere in my match at Evolution, or it will be the last thing he does.Sitcom wraps his hands around the skull of Raja and yanks him back up. He throws Raja to the ropes and throws a massive clothesline his way, but Raja ducks it, keeps running off the ropes and catches the TV Champ with a high knee! Sitcom stumbles back, then forward, allowing Raja to grab his head, slowly twisting it around until he smoothly drops the bigger man with a classic Rick Rude like neckbreaker! Chris Avery: Raja quickly going for a cover!ONE TWO KICK OUT!! Jimmy: Trust me, it’s going to take more than that to keep The Sitcom down.Raja keeps on the offensive, pounding fists over and over onto the forehead of The Sitcom. However, Johnny Beckman sees his client in trouble and is quick up on the apron. Not only does this distract the ref, but Raja as well. This allows The Sitcom to find his feet, grab Raja and slam down a monster headbutt on the man who wants to be the future prince of the Kingdom of Tripura. The Sitcom then throws Raja off the ropes and then BAM! Both men knock each other down with a dueling clotheslines!!! Billy: Both men are down!Chris Avery: Like it or not Jimmy, you better have a plan to deal with Johnny’s ringside presence at Evolution.Jimmy: Oh, I have a plan...and she loves me more than anything else in this world.Sitcom and Raja are both up and exchanging blows in the center of the ring. Sitcom begins to overpower the smaller Raja as he connects with a few big-time fists. He grabs ahold of Raja’s neck! But Raja is quick to counter with a kick to Sitcom’s lower regoins. Raja grabs The Sitcom by the head and drives him down with a DDT! Raja goes for a cover. Billy: Johnny is up on the ring apron! Jimmy: Alright, I have had enough of Johnny getting involved in this one.Jimmy tosses off his headset and begins to B-line it towards Johnny, who sees Jimmy running at him and is quick to jump down from the apron. Jimmy continues to come at Johnny, forcing the Sitcom’s manager to begin to escape by heading towards the back. Billy: Johnny wants nothing to do with Big Tyme.Chris Avery: He’s doing the smart thing, that’s what smart people like Johnny Beckman do.Raja is complaining to the ref, when he turns and gets a huge boot to the face from Sitcom. As Raja is laid out Jimmy begins to yell at the TV Champ, who turns away from Raja to bark back at the number one contender to his belt. Billy: This rivalry is truly no joke!Chris Avery: Both men realize how big a deal it is to walk out of Evolution with a championship belt!But here comes back Johnny, with a steel chair in his hands. He is creeping up behind Jimmy who is still exchanging trash talk with Sitcom. Billy: Big Tyme doesn’t see Johnny!Chris Avery: He’s about to taste metal!As Johnny sneaks closer to Jimmy Jackson...MAMA COMES OUT FROM THE BACK!!! The crowd begins to go bananas as Mama confidently strides towards Johnny! Billy: MAMA IS HERE!Chris Avery: What is she doing?! If she gets too close to Johnny, she is going to jail!!Raja reengages with Sitcom back in the ring. Big Tyme applauds Raja getting the upper hand from Sitcom but doesn’t see Johnny coming up from behind with the chair. Johnny raises the chair high into the air...and gets nailed with a LOW BLOW BY MAMA!! Billy: Mama has nailed Johnny in his Money Bags!Chirs Avery: For the Second Straight Week!Jimmy is enjoying a good laugh with his Mama as Johnny is rolling around in the aisle holding his family jewels. The crowd begins to chant for Mama. MAMA!!! MAMA!!! MAMA!!! MAMA!!!
Just then the cheers turn to jeers as six members of the NYPD come walking out from the back. As boos rain down upon them, they begin to put Mama in handcuffs. Billy: Mama is going to jail for breaking the restraining order Johnny had on her.Chris Avery: But, judging by the smile on Mama’s face, protecting her boy was more than worth it.Meanwhile back in the ring, the Sitcom is back on the offensive, tossing Raja towards the ropes, catching him by the throat and planting him with The Season Finale Chokeslam!!! Billy: Sitcom going for the cover!ONE TWO THREE!!!! Chris Avery: The Sitcom has won this match!Billy: But he has no idea what happened to Johnny.The Sitcom is enjoying the moment as the ref raises his hand high into the air. The Sitcom is basking in the glow of his victory as he looks around the arena...until he notices Johnny, laying in the fetal position in the aisle. Jimmy mocks Sitcom with a smile and wave before heading to the back. Billy: Sitcom is coming to check on Johnny.Chris Avery: He’s too little, too late.Johnny, still holding his money bags, begins to give The Sitcom the once over for not coming to his aide earlier. The Sitcom, trying his best to apologize, begins to help Johnny to the back. Raja has begun to stir back in the ring when the crowd spots something running through the fans! Billy: Hajeet is HERE!Chris Avery: And that’s bad news for Raja. Especially after what Raja did last week!Hajeet slides into the ring and begins to stalk Raja. Just as Raja’s eyes open enough to focus on what is before him, he sees cousin, staring him down. Raja goes wide eyed, right before Hajeet grabs him and nails him with the Punjabi Express Panera!! Billy: A bit of revenge right there for Hajeet!Chris Avery: He might be standing tall now, but all that really matters between these two is who walks out with the victory at Evolution.The show heads to commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:41:48 GMT -5
In The Ring!
Chris Avery: Welcome back to Monday Night Clash!Billy: The go-home show for Evolution rolls on!Suddenly, the lights in the arena went out…the slowly, a purple glow formed in the ring. “The Color” began to play throughout the arena, as four figures walked out from backstage. Leading in front of them was Dionysus, a microphone in hand. His disciples in Elysium followed behind him, solemnly. While the fans were understandably confused, they still cheered for Dionysus’s arrival. Chris Avery: Looks like Dionysus has a few words to say before the big United States title match. Billy: This whole thing gives me the creeps. Why did he join a cult?Chris Avery: I’m sure we will get an answer to that someday, but for now, Dionysus is looking to take the United States title from Jonny Cedrone at Evolution, and he’ll need to fend off Jessie Lee and Joule Ortiz to do it. Billy: …But can he actually do it this time?Chris Avery: I don’t know, Billy. I just don’t know. But we have seen him gain recognition outside of Action Wrestling, so maybe his time has finally come. Either way, he must have a lot on his mind.Alastor gestured delicately for Ebb and Flow to jog ahead of Dionysus, holding the ropes open for him as he made his way to the ring. He looked at the pair, perplexed by their sudden action, but ultimately shrugging it off and jumping up to the apron, climbing his way between the ropes. The pair stepped down off the apron, as the trio stood next to the ring, looking up at their leader. A spotlight illuminated the ring better as Dionysus paced around, thinking about what he would say, though the purple glow still remained. As the music cut, the crowd began to cheer again. DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap* DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap*
DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap* DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap*
DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap* DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap*
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He smiled, holding a hand up to quiet the crowd. While still a rumbling in the audience, it was enough for him to lift up the microphone. Dionysus: I was thinking about what I wanted to talk to you all about as I walked out here. I could speak gospel with my followers and inspire you all. I could use this time to rip my opponents to pieces. I could stand here, begging for you all to continue to believe in me. But after that ovation you just gave me…I’m just going to speak from the heart.He sighed, looking up at the sign for Evolution. Dionysus: Six years ago…I stepped into Evolution 1…The very first Evolution Action Wrestling ever hosted…to compete for the United States Championship. As you may have already guessed, I lost that match, being pinned by TFK. At the time, I was working hurt. I had been rehabilitating a shoulder injury that grew worse at Evolution…and that injury resulted in me losing time. I decided then that I was not going to come back unless I knew my shoulder could take it. Now, you know me; I’m not saying that my injury was the reason why I lost. I lost because I lost sight of my goal. I kept getting in my own head, psyching myself up on the what-if and not doing the job in front of me…Or do I need to remind you all of The Year of Wine and Roses?Dionysus: If I am being honest, I know that I am not the kind of person Action Wrestling wants to have as a champion-The crowd booed him, cutting off the rest of his sentence. Elysium’s gaze was not moved from their leader. Dionysus: Listen for a moment. I know that I have gone to the plate, time and time again, only to strike out every chance I earned. I know what people said about The Vanguard. About how I was nothing more than the weak link, the second fiddle, living in Downfall’s shadow. And when I stood up to him all those months ago and he put me down, it seemed like all of those doubts would have immediately been cemented as fact. So I got to thinking about my future. Knowing that I am quite possibly Action Wrestling’s greatest failure, I could tuck my tail between my legs and go home. Give up the dream. Go back to where I came from and be forgotten by everyone here. And I’ll admit…there was a moment where I thought obscurity would be nice. When I looked in the mirror…I didn’t like the person I saw looking back at me. All those doubts clawing into my mind, telling me I would never measure up here. So I asked myself, “Do you want to quit?”Dionysus paused, as the crowd began to chant “NO! NO! NO! NO!” Again, he held his hand up to quell the audience. A beat of silence passed. Then another. … … … Dionysus: Never.The crowd roared with cheers in approval. Dionysus: I may have failed more times than I can count, but I never gave up then, and I’m sure as hell not giving up the dream now. Nothing has changed for me; every opportunity I earned I gave everything to. No one in that locker room can deny the amount of effort I put in week in and week out to entertain you all.He gestured to the figures standing at ringside. Dionysus: Elysium showed me that. They know, deep down, that I have what it takes to succeed. To learn from my failure, and build off from it. To march into the next fight, and the next, until nothing stands between me and the gold that has long since eluded me. Guys like Jonny Cedrone want to see me get desperate and use my friends to help me win. People like Joule Ortiz think I’m washed up. Jessie Lee would love nothing more than for me to run away. Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this isn’t just a war for a title. This is a war for my own self worth. And I’ll be damned if I let my own doubts beat me in the end!DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap* DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap*
DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap* DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap*
DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap* DI-O-NY-SUS *clap clap clap-clap-clap*
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Dionysus: Evolution was where this downward spiral began. And Evolution is going to be where this all ends. I’m doing this for myself, to prove to me that I am able to get the job done. I’m doing this for the locker room, to prove to you all that you can overcome failure. And I’m doing this for you all…so you can continue to believe in me. Elysium is calling for the United States Championship.Dionysus lowered the microphone, as he lifted his free hand to point at his own chest. Dionysus: …And I will be the one to answer.“Berserker” began playing in the arena as Dionysus tossed the microphone aside. He raised his arms, shouting “ARE YOU NOT SPORTS ENTERTAAAAAINED?!” while the lights returned in the process. The crowd cheered excitedly, still not knowing what Elysium would have in store in the future. Billy: Dionysus made a huge statement!Chris Avery: We know he’s a good speaker, but he needs the skills to back that up.Billy: Well I’m convinced! He could do it!Chris Avery: I can’t help but agree; he’s focused, confident, and determined to dethrone Cedrone. But tonight, those two will need to co-exist in our main event, as Dionysus, Cedrone and Doc Holiday team together to take on Ellie Austin, Joule Ortiz, and Jessie Lee later tonight!
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:42:46 GMT -5
Don't Hunt What Ya Can't Kill
The scene switches backstage, to show a camera tracking shot entering a locker room... and, horror movie style, pans over an incredibly grisly scene. It's almost akin to seeing a wounded predator in it's den, but even more disturbing. There's a sickening feeling, almost as if you want to cry out "Don't get any closer!" but the camera does get closer, moving into the darkened locker room, taking in the bloody footprints, streaks, the bloody handprint on the wall, still dripping. The shower can be heard, and the dripping of the pipes... and then, as the camera gets closer, swaying a little, it jerks back to a sudden stop. Downfall: Don't hunt, what you can't kill.The camera comes fully in to peer into the stall. Downfall is stripped to the waist, still wearing ripped denim and a studded belt, but letting the water run down over him nonetheless; Disturbingly, the shower water is mingling with scores of cuts from broken windshield glass, and the bandages are off of his head, wrist and shoulders, showing ugly, opened wounds. The water, washing over him and washing over all the myriad cuts, runs down his pant legs, swirling down the drain. Downfall doesn't face the camera. He hunches forward, letting the water run over him, palms against the wall. But he talks, over his shoulder. Downfall: It's a simple lesson, isn't it... It's not, as some might think, underselling what's been done to me. No, actually, I'm feeling every inch of what Max Daemon has done to me over the last few weeks, and the water running over these new cuts is a stinging, sharp and constant reminder. But that reminder goes two ways, do not HUNT what you cannot KILL, and Max, that's TWO. Because maybe at the start I did undersell you. Maybe at the start I didn't perceive you as a viable threat, even though you had potential to be one all along (In point of fact, I knew this, it's why I wanted this match as far back as April.) But even allowing the fact that I knew it was possible you'd have the nerve to do something this fucked up, to go this far... You STILL haven't gone far enough. Do you get that? Do you understand that you can batter me with barbed wire chairs, smash me into windshield glass and leave me with severed arteries and down to my last pint of blood and I will STILL NEVER QUIT.Now that rough, raw edge is in his voice, and he turns, half to face the camera, while still letting the shower run over him; The diluted blood of the shower running off of his chest from the cuts. Downfall: Because THIS is when I feel the most ALIVE, Max. This right here, when I am bleeding, when I am torn, when I am at my lowest ebb, is when you see my fangs come OUT. You've pushed me pretty damn far, and I admit it I got cute at the start. Maybe you thought I was going to keep being cute and trying to prove my points to you. Maybe this week you'd expect me to try an MMA battle against Conor McGregor, or stage a mini-Pure Cup to prove anything you can do, I could do better... and maybe that might have been the plan... but the time for being cute is over for me now, Max. I'm taking Pure Cups, taking David Hunters, taking Conors and taking all of the cute little lessons off the table... I'm coming straight for your GOD DAMN NECK now.He shoots forward from the shower stall, dripping wet and still bleeding from every one of his cuts, and he clasps the camera, yanking it forward into an unsettling look right into his face, his eyes. Downfall: I am going to rip that admission out of you at Evolution, that I am better than you are, that I can take what you can't. I am going to make you squeal in abject misery and hopelessness that when it comes down to it, and you're in THIS position -He wipes the blood down the front of his face, daubing a streaked, crimson handprint on his own face, and he indicates the blood running down from his arms. Downfall: You WILL be the one that quits. You. Me. Hardcore title. Evolution. I QUIT MATCH. I am going to make you bleed, Max. And I'm going to make you wish you could ever scrub from your memory, the night you tried to hunt, and failed to KILL, the Beast Unleashed.He shoves the cameraman away, and turns back to the shower. He places his palms on the tiles, wiping them down slightly and leaving a bloody handprint line, as the shower continues to drill stinging cold needles against his skin, pale under the low lighting, but making the blood run off of him seem perturbingly black. The camera switches back to ringside.
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:43:58 GMT -5
Contract Signing!
We return from the commercial break with a wide-angle camera shot from the top of Madison Square Garden, showing the passionate fans of Action Wrestling figuratively hanging from the rafters. Stagehands and ring crew scurry about the ring, setting up a cloth-covered table and two office chairs. The shot cuts to Billy and Chris at ring side. Billy: Up next we have the contract signing between Dandy DiVito and Gerard Angelo for Evolution next Sunday! Both men were trying their damndest to get on the Evo card since Havoc from trying to weasel into the main event to Gerard Angelo throwing out an open challenge last week.[/font][/b] Chris Avery: One that Dandy answered. Even then it looked as if The Living Legend would pass on the challenge until DiVito put his career on the line just to get a piece of Angelo, who he claims ruined his chances at the World title. If Dandy loses, he’s gone from Action Wrestling![/font][/b] Silversun Pickups hits and the crowd pops as the General Manager of Clash walks out on stage. Alexander Pasternak walks down the ramp with the contract under his arm. Pasta slips into the ring and places the contract on the table and opens it before picking up one of the microphones. Alexander Pasternak: I have here the contract for a match between two of the biggest stars in Action Wrestling. Future Hall of Famer Dandy Divito one on one with former World Heavyweight Champion Gerard Angelo. This contract was reviewed by representation from both parties and the stipulation is official. If Dandy loses, he’s forced to retire. Now I don't see why we should delay this any longer. Let me introduce first, The Living Legend, Gerard Angelo!“Grinding All My Life” blasts over the PA and the MSG crowd boos as Gerard Angelo walks out on stage in a grey suit. He strides down the ramp, ignoring the fans. Gerry climbs up the steps and poses on the apron before getting into the ring. Pasternak extends a hand but Gerry ignores him, taking the seat facing the ramp. He takes his mic and puts both feet up on the table as Pasternak looks at him. Gerard smirks at the GM and motions for him to get on with it already. Alexander Pasternak: And the man he will be facing at Evolution, Dandy DiVito!Over the PA, lyrics scream out: NOW IS THE TIME FOR ME TO RISE TO MY FEET WIPE YOUR SPIT FROM MY FACE WIPE THESE TEARS FROM MY EYES
Dandy DiVito appears on the stage, and the crowd boos loudly as he makes his way to the ring. Dandy slides into the ring and hops up into the corner to show off to a passionately negative response from the audience before he hops down and makes his way to the table set up in the middle of the ring. Gerry takes charge of the moment, and staring at Dandy from across the table, he lifts the mic to his lips defiantly. Gerard Angelo: This upcoming week is going to be so exciting for you, huh? All the glitz and glamour for a Hall of Fame induction. Finally, all the sleazy shit you did over the years is justified. And from what you said last week, you’re going to continue being a sleaze ball because I have no chance of beating you?Gerry sits up straight and pulls his glasses off, staring a hole through Dandy. Gerard Angelo: Jill Park must’ve killed one too many brain cells when she put you in the hospital. I beat you when nobody else could. You ran the damn gauntlet of Action Wrestling and you snuck by every single one of them. Shaw, Kemp, Downfall, Black, the list goes on. Until you ran into me. I outsmarted you, I outperformed you, I beat you. I took the World title and dismantled Empire Business. And as much as you try to deny it, I broke you. You haven’t been the same since Heatwave. I thought Jillybean ended you but here you are popping up at the worst time just like the human herpe you are. So once again to task falls to me to defeat you because I’m the only one that can do it. That’s why it offends me that you threw out putting your career on the line as a stipulation. The unmitigated gall you have to act like I'm so beneath you must be actual brain damage. So consider what I do to you at Evolution a mercy killing. I finish what I started almost a year ago. Consider this your coup de grâce.Gerry grabs the contract, sliding one of the pens out of the holders. He scribbles his name across the bottom and shoves the contract across the table toward Dandy. A grin crawls across Dandy’s face as he looks at the contract with one signature on it. He grabs a pin but pauses for a moment, opting to grab the mic resting on his side of the table as well. As Dandy speaks, he uses the pen to gesture at Gerry. Dandy DiVito: Gerry, you have no idea what this means, do you? YOUR name on THIS paper… Dandy, shaking his head derisively, looks up and sees Angelo staring back with a look of confusion as he demands Dandy to just sign it and shut up. Dandy DiVito: I been tearin’ shit up in this company fo’ 5 years now. When I got here, I was the best goddamn US Cham-peen the comp’ny’d eva seen by the end of my third match! I was the longest reignin’ tag team champ. I am still the man that held the World Title mo’ than anybody else in the history of the fuckin’ place. I made Sam Kidsgrove a legendary name in this company. I gave Lissie Hope a all-time great opponent that wasn’t Lissie Hope! I MADE Alex Richards a Hall of Famer. I am UNDEFEATED at Evolution, the ONLY motherfucker who can say that shit who ain’t got but a cup of coffee in this company. All that shit and you sittin’ there, yo’ chest puffed out, yo’ feathers all fluffed up… like you don’t know what you jus’ signed yo’ name to. You REALLY have no fuckin’ idea what you jus’ signed, do ya?Billy: Did Dandy switch the documents?! Gerry’s lawyers signed off on the contracts already! IS THIS DANDY PULLIN’ A SWITCHEROO?!Dandy DiVito: You all happy, thinkin’ that’s a fuckin’ contract, Gerry, but…Dandy takes his pen and scrawls his own signature across the bottom of the page. Dandy DiVito: …you ain’t got no idea you just signed your own death warrant.Billy: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THAT’S ONEA THEM METAPHORS!Gerry immediately stands up at the table, pissed off and ready to brawl, but Pasternak interrupts. Alexander Pasternak: Alright, guys! The contract is signed! Let’s…Dandy interrupts Pasternak’s attempts to keep the peace by flying clean over the table and attacking Gerry with rapid punches to the face and head. Chris Avery: The spark has struck the powder keg, Billy! This brawl is on! Billy: EVOLUTION HAS COME EARLY!Gerry battles back and takes control of the brawl until Dandy reaches up and rakes Gerry’s eyes. Gerry stumbles back grabbing his face, and Dandy adds insulting injury to insulting injury… Billy: OH MY! THAT’S ONE HELL OF A KICK TO THE BALLS! Chris Avery: Looks like Dandy’s weighing his new potential career future as an NFL Place Kicker!Gerry doubles over, and an snarling smile crawls across Dandy’s face as he grabs a hold of Gerry in powerbomb position right in front of the table. Pasternak does his damnedest to talk Dandy out of following through on his clear plan, but it’s to no avail. Chris Avery: OH NO!Dandy picks Gerry up, and throws Gerry through the table as Pasternak scrambles to stop the assault. Alexander Pasternak: THAT’S ENOUGH! THAT’S IT, DANDY! IF YOU LAY ANOTHER FINGER ON HIM BEFORE EVOLUTION, YOU’RE… YOU’RE FIRED! Dandy looks up and smiles as he nods and yells to Pasternak with no mic. Dandy DiVito: Bossman, I’m already done. I’ll see this piece of shit at Evolution!“I Will Be Heard” screams out over the PA again as Dandy stands triumphantly over Gerry’s battered body. We fade to commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:46:59 GMT -5
Six-Pack Tag Main Event! Jessie Lee, Ellie Austin, Joule Ortiz vs. Dionysus, Doc Holiday, Jonny Cedrone
Lets get to the finish! ALL SIX SUPERSTARS ARE BRAWLING ON THE OUTSIDE!! THE OFFICIAL IS COUNTING!! Billy: THEY'RE GOING TO ALL GET COUNTED OUT!!Chris Avery: HOLIDAY AND AUSTIN ARE BRAWLING!!Billy: DION AND JESSIE LEE ARE GOING AT IT!! Chris Avery: CEDRONE AND ORTIZ!!Billy: EVOLUTION IS NEXT YOU CAN TELL!8! 9! 10!! DING DING DING Billy: THIS MATCH HAS BEEN THROWN OUT! Chris Avery: I CAN TELL YOU THESE SIX SUPERSTARS DONT CARE ABOUT TONIGHT! Billy: ITS ALL ABOUT EVOLUTION SIX!!Chris Avery: THIS IS INSANE!!We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:48:07 GMT -5
A WEEK AND A HALF RP WINDOW FOR EVOLUTION!
CHECK THE CARD FOR DETAILED INFORMATION AT THE BOTTOM ON THE RP WINDOW, DEADLINE FOR RPS, DEADLINE FOR MATCHES AND SEGMENTS!
EVOLUTION LOVES TO ENCOURAGE SPECIAL ENTRANCES! BE SURE TO TURN THOSE IN BEFORE THE DEADLINE NOTED ON THE CARD PAGE TOO!
GOOD LUCK!
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:48:56 GMT -5
Hahah HAHAHha
I'll see you at Evolution.
Ha hAHh hAHAHa
We hear Bozo laughing as it fades.
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Post by Action Reel on Jun 13, 2023 11:50:45 GMT -5
The FINALE
The New York City crowd is on their feet as the broadcasting comes back from the commercial break to Chris Avery and Billy standing in the ring and not at their usual spot at the commentators desk. They indulge the ovation they are getting from the sold out Madison Square Garden crowd, and Billy stands to the side as Chris Avery waves to the crowd, his Hall of Fame graphic lit up on the big screen. Billy: Give him a hand, New York! 2023 Action Wrestling Hall of Famer… he’s your boy, he’s MY boy… he’s the best commentator in the game… CHRIS AVERY!The ovation grows even louder as Chris Avery gives the crowd a hand. He holds his hand to his heart in gratitude to the crowd, as a supercut of some of Chris Avery’s most memorable calls are heard over the loudspeakers. But they are getting drowned out by the crowd reception, and Chris is overcome with emotion with the recognition and appreciation. Chris Avery: Thank you all. I love Action Wrestling – I have seen the first brick laid down, one by one, growing into the larger than life empire it has become! We’ve had our detractors, and those that have fired the cannonballs at our walls. Those that have pulled the pins on the grenades from within. But we are indestructable! This company – Action Wrestling – it is the greatest company in the world! Billy: And it’s because of the resilience of people like you, Chris! The foundation of our great company was built by those who would give everything they can offer! Who would never fall victim to collusion or compromise! We have hearts that bleed for Action Wrestling, Chris! And you’re one of them, and that’s why you’re a Hall of Famer!The New York City crowd responds in kind with a chant of “CHRIS! CHRIS! CHRIS!” And it’s evident that’s it’s a little overwhelming for the voice of Monday Night Clash. He’s visibly emotional as the crowd showers him with the adoration and appreciation he’s earned. Chris Avery: Thank you everyone. From the bottom of my heart… thank you.And Billy does his best to keep the ovation going. But Chris begins to wave them off. Chris Avery: I appreciate it. I really do. But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to uplift someone else! An Action Wrestling superstar that you all love – that you all respect – that you all cherish. Who are we for, Billy?The crowd begins to hush to hear them. Billy: A future Hall of Famer, Chris!Chris Avery: What else, Billy?
Billy: The WINNER - the LAST WOMAN STANDING – the first woman to ever carry this torch into Evolution, Chris!
Chris Avery: I think we’re talking about Havoc, aren’t we?
Billy: WE ARE TALKING ABOUT HAVOC, CHRIS!
Chris Avery: She is the WINNER of the 2023 HAVOC RUMBLE, BILLY!
Billy: AND SHE COULD BE THE NEXT ACTION WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!This is all the fans need to EXPLODE into a chant of “LISSIE! LISSIE!” LISSIE!” You can barely even hear the guys in the ring at this point! Chris Avery: If you follow her on social media – and we know everyone watching and everyone backstage does – you would know that our own homegrown legend is not only making waves in other wrestling companies, but she’s ALSO a name that is known worldwide, Billy! She’s going to be seen VERY soon on the big screen in select cities across the WORLD!Billy: She has a story that transcends wrestling, Chris!Chris Avery: And we’ve seen her origins. I still remember that day her amateur highlights were sent to my desk. And I took one look at her and thought – “this girl has it!” She had EVERYTHING we could ever ask for. She could do EVERYTHING we could ever put in front of her. And she HAS! Billy… she HAS!Billy: You don’t have to convince me, Chris! We’ve watched her compete week after week, growing from the talented but insecure little girl to a CHAMPION and an ACTION WRESTLING LEGEND!Chris Avery: And a future Hall of Famer!Billy: AND YOU WOULD KNOW A LITTLE SOMETHING ABOUT THAT CHRIS!Once again, Billy hyping up his right-hand man generates the cheers from the New York City crowd! He smiles with humility but still attempts to turn the attention back to why they’re there in the first place. Chris Avery: We’re not here for me, Billy. We’re here for HER!Billy: I think you all know HER!Chris Avery: Do you all want to see a sneak peak of HER STORY!LISSIE LISSIE LISSIE A cut to the back shows the unimpressed and annoyed face of Gerard Angelo. And on a split screen, we see the smirk of Dandy DiVito, followed by him miming a hand-jerking motion. LISSIE LISSIE LISSIE Another cut to the back, and we zoom in on the attentive face of Frank Patrick Venable. And on a split screen, the look of pride in the eyes of Carter Shaw. LISSIE LISSIE LISSIE And finally, the stoic scowl of Downfall. LISSIE LISSIE LISSIE Chris Avery: We have something special for you tonight! For the first time in Action Wrestling history, the life and story of a superstar will be exposed on the cinematic big screen for worldwide consumption, and tonight, we get a sneak peak! And is there anyone who’s ever been so open, so honest, so vulnerable like the one they call “the Dreamer”? “The Blackheart”?Billy: She’s called herself many things – she’s been called many things, some not so savory – but the one name we all know is the one her dear brother gave her for the first time. Chris Avery: Lissie. It’s a name that is synonymous with Action Wrestling! A name that is defined by Action Wrestling! And in two short weeks, she’s the name that will do everything in her power to become the face of Action Wrestling!Billy: Everyone, please give a hand to the star of the ring… and the star of the big screen! "The Dreamer"! "The Blackheart"! HER!Chris Avery: LISSIE HOPE!
“I’m the baaaaaaaaaad guuuuuuy…
DUH!” The fans EXPLODE with cheers as Lissie Hope’s previous entrance music, “Bad Guy” by Billie Eilish, plays over the speakers! After a few moments, the curtain is tossed open and Lissie Hope appears on the top of the stage, relishing in the love and adoration from the crowd! She takes her time, making sure to give handshakes to some of those young girls and women extending their arms over the barrier. She gets to the base of the stage and hops to a knee on the ring apron, before turning to face the crowd. Her eyes look to all corners of Madison Square Garden, thousands of camera flashes lighting up the arena. She enters the ring and quickly meets Chris and Billy in the center, embracing each of them with a hug. They stand back and clap along with the fans as Lissie proudly stands center stage, a smile on her face and tears forming in the corner of her eyes. Chris Avery: Lissie! How are you, little sis?
Lissie Hope: All of this support you’ve shown – you guys have always been behind me. All of these fans have accepted me for who I am. Have let me atone for my mistakes. Have pushed me past all of my own expectations and continue to move the goalposts, encouraging me to reach further and further. I couldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for everyone here and everyone watching at home. Thank you, Action Wrestling faithful.
Billy: You’re headlining Evolution, Lissie! How does that feel?
Lissie Hope: It’s everything I’ve worked for. I’ve given my body and my mind and my soul to this business – and having my arm raised at Havoc and seeing my name headlining the biggest show of the entire year? It’s a dream come true, Billy. And it’s a dream I don’t ever want to wake up from.
Chris Avery: You seem like you’re over the moon, and it’s really refreshing.
Lissie Hope: It’s the best high, Chris. I feel like I’m floating on air. Like I’m soaring through the sky. Migrating like a hummingbird – and never stopping. I want to keep moving, Chris. Keep exploring. I want to continue expanding. I’m hungry, Chris. A lot of people might have thought that I was nearing my expiration date – that I’ve done all I need to do in this ring and in this industry. But I will not allow myself to be anchored down anymore. I’ve broken free from every tether that’s ever held me captive. Every hand that's tried to strangle me. Her emotion is showing with every word - with every crack in her voice. The camera pans to the faces of young Lissie Hope fans, soaking in every word. Lissie Hope: I can breathe again.Billy: Li–But Billy is interrupted by the raucous cheers of the crowd. He takes a step back and allows the cheers to continue, showering Lissie Hope with all of the love they have for her. Billy: Lissie – we’re here for something special tonight. You moved to Brooklyn last year, didn’t you?
Lissie Hope: I did –
Billy: So these aren’t just your fans. These are your neighbors.
Lissie Hope: This is my home. My dreamland.
Billy: So what better place can there be to show the sneak peak of the new movie that hits Paramount+ and select theaters on Friday, June 23rd than right here in New York City!The fans go wild with cheers as the camera pans to the front rows, giving a close up of some of the documentarians that worked with Lissie Hope over the last few months. Their names are displayed for the audience at home, and Lissie thanks them and gives them a clap as Action Wrestling honors them. Lissie Hope: I’m so proud of the work we’ve done, and I can’t wait for everyone to see it! It’s raw, and unfiltered - it’s honest and it’s humbling. And it fills me with so much pride – and why wait anymore? Are you ready?The crowd screams in unison - “YES!” Lissie Hope: I hope you’re all ready, because I don’t know if I am!Chris Avery: We’re ready, Lissie! Lissie Hope: Showtime!The lights in the arena are still cut off and you could hear a pin drop as the fans have fallen completely silent in shock and horror. As the lights come back on, a crestfallen Lissie Hope stands with her hands at her side, her microphone dangling limp from the wire wrapped around her wrist. Chris and Billy quickly return to their seats at the commentating desk, leaving Lissie standing silently and alone in the center of the ring. And then she appears.The crowd in attendance boos LOUDLY as Jill Park confidently walks to the top of the ramp, with a microphone in hand and a sick, twisted smile on her face. In the ring, Lissie Hope is still in shock from the footage that just aired. She still holds onto her microphone firmly, but her hands are at her sides. Her facial expressions tell the story of a woman who is absolutely mortified. Jill Park: Awww Lissie, expecting something else?Lissie is speechless in the ring, which perhaps riles the crowd up that much more, as they boo the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion once again. This makes Jill laugh at the top of the stage. Her eyes quickly narrow though, as she refocuses on her challenger standing in the ring. Chris Avery: This is unreal, Billy. This interruption – it’s just devastating to watch.
Billy: I don’t know how anyone can justify this. How can anyone find satisfaction in ruining her moment like this.
Chris Avery: Heartless. She’s just heartless.Jill Park: I’ve sat idly by, and I’ve allowed this charade to go on for about as long as I can fucking take. You may have all these people fooled, Lissie. Hell, you may have even managed to fool YOURSELF. But, to pretend that Lissie Hope is this measuring stick of Action Wrestling--to herald yourself as a SAVIOR for this company, is, with all due respect…revolting.“FUCK YOU JILL!” “FUCK YOU JILL!” “FUCK YOU JILL!” “FUCK YOU JILL!” “FUCK YOU JILL!” The crowd once again comes alive with a chant of how they really feel about Jill Park. However, she doesn’t flinch, she doesn’t even acknowledge them one single bit. Her glare was transfixed on Lissie Hope. Jill Park: Lissie Hope has always claimed to Champion women’s wrestling, and hell, women in general in her ascent to stardom. It’s as synonymous with her name as anything else possibly could be. But yet, it is to this day, her boldest, most blatant lie.
Jill Park: Whatever did happen to Mae Ashby? It’s a hell of a tale, isn’t it, Elisabeth?Despite Jill’s constant prodding and provocation, Lissie stays stoic in the ring. Her hand doesn’t raise the microphone up. She doesn’t look to even consider it. Jill Park: Oh, that’s right. You don’t like to talk about that. Well, why don’t we talk about something else. Why don’t we start way back when we may have been friendly. Almost friends, even.
Jill Park: August 31st, 2021.
Jill Park: Many may remember this as the 2021 edition of Uprising: All In and one of my biggest performances in the All-In ladder match.The crowd groans. Jill Park: But it is, in fact, important for another reason. PHitGym.There is an isolated reaction in the crowd, but manly there is quiet. Lissie knows exactly what she’s referring to, however. Jill Park: I’m not surprised most of you don’t remember. It was a typical Lissie Hope failure. A gym to distract from the fact that she was, indeed, in a cult. Philidor Holdings. I was certain that Lissie Hope was someone who was “made” in Action Wrestling. Someone I could pattern myself after and someone who could potentially get me where I needed to go. I couldn’t have been more wrong.The crowd boos again. Lissie slinks into a far corner of the ring. Jill Park: On the afternoon before All In 2021, I realized just how wrong I was. She has merely proven my right time and time again. A couple of security goons confiscated what was DAMNING evidence of the kind of bullshit they were doing, but more importantly, they were helping Lissie Hope once again evade any scrutiny. They were protecting her. Because that’s the only way that Lissie can ever get by-- if someone is protecting her. Shielding her from the reality of her life; of her actions.
Jill Park: As much as you try to Champion YOURSELF as this coming of age tale for the ages, know that your story is anything but. Ever since that day almost two years ago, you’ve tried to spin the narrative that YOU saw through ME when you know damn well that it was quite the opposite. Talking about how supremely AWFUL I am is quite easy. Everyone does it. It gets the fans behind you, it lets you FORGET the awful truth of WHO YOU ARE.
Jill Park: You wanted to be revolutionary. You wanted to be groundbreaking. So what happened, Lissie? Far as I can tell, you swapped one cult for another. We went from Philidor Holdings to the cult of Lissie Hope. I see you come out every week, and this crowd cheers you like you’re the second coming. Billy and Chris Avery talk about you like you’re the purest human being that’s ever walked the earth. And it makes me fucking sick. I watched you pretend to atone for your misdeeds after Philidor Holdings imploded. That didn’t last long until you swept it under the rug. You jumped ship just before it all went down. You acted like a hero, but you were one in name only. You wanna talk about being a SAVIOR for Action Wrestling? You’ve done more damage than anyone. You want people to BELIEVE you elevate others when you can. You want them toTHINK that when it comes right down to it, you will do the right thing. The problem is, that’s all based on a lie. It’s all bullshit. Everything about you is smoke and mirrors. You don’t have a sincere bone in your entire fucking body.Lissie shuts her eyes closed - trying to hide her pain and anguish, but the grimace doesn't lie. Her embarrassment is smeared over her cheeks with runny mascara. Jill Park: So, I’ll ask you again, Lissie Hope. Jill paces back and forth on the stage for a moment. Jill Park: What happened to Mae Ashby?
Dead silence. You could hear a pin drop. Lissie is still speechless in the ring. She looks down at her feet. Jill Park: Not because I don’t know. Not because YOU don’t know. You’re just ashamed to admit it. It’s been the dirty little secret that’s stayed dormant in your closet all this time. Your biggest regret, maybe. But, it is, far and away the best example of who you are. You’re not a dreamer. You’re not a savior. You, Lissie Hope, are a fucking monster. You always have been, and you always will be. You expect everyone to bend to this narrative that you’re always a victim, and that now, suddenly, you’re here to slay the dragon that is Jill Park. That finally, you’re here to put this company first. To stand up for the fans and deliver YOURSELF as the Champion YOU THINK ACTION WRESTLING NEEDS.
Jill Park: Well how fucking lucky are we. It’s too bad that it is all, one-hundred-percent concentrated BULLSHIT. Lissie Hope has NEVER stood for anything--for ANYONE but herself. You have failed more times than you can count, but have turned that narrative into some twisted form of whimsy. You’ve seemingly fooled all of these people.
Jill Park: But I’m not one of them. I have spent time with you, Lissie. I have seen who you truly are. I know the sickening truth just as well as you do. I also know that it eats you up on the inside, having to shield YOURSELF from it every time you look in the mirror. Every time you do an interview. Every time you’re in front of a camera. But you power through, don’t you? Because above all else, you want your fifteen minutes of fame. Over and over again. No matter who has to take the fall for you.
Jill Park: It’s not happening this time. You see Evolution 6 as your final chapter. The day you finally reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship from the soul-eater that has had a deathgrip on it for six months. The day you do what everyone claimed they would. Do what everyone before you FAILED to do. The false bravado is nothing new to me, but the scared little girl behind it may be.
Jill Park: Just know, Lissie. That’s not the REALITY of the situation. When you step between those ropes, when you stare across the ring and your eyes meet mine, just know. Know there is NOBODY to protect you any longer. Nobody to shield you from the truth. Just you, and me.
Jill Park: And I’m going to eat you alive.Lissie Hope takes a firm grip on the microphone finally. Billy: Come on, Lissie! We all know it’s not true! We all believe in you!Chris Avery: Listen to these fans. They want to hear from her. They have watched all of Jill’s vitriol pulverize her like a sledgehammer swinging onto concrete. Beating her down – breaking her down. But she’s strong, Billy.The crowd energy grows into a fervor as Lissie slowly begins to raise the microphone to her lips. Her hands are shaking, her eyes are red with anger and devastation. Jill Park watches her with anger festering at Lissie’s display of strength and resilience in the face of her final attempt to wear her down before Evolution. And it worked.Lissie’s arm falls to her side. The microphone falls to the mat with a thud. And as Jill Park’s music explodes over the arena, drowning out the fading cheers from the crowd, Lissie drops to her knees and slowly climbs out of the ring. The last shot is of Jill Park smiling proudly on the top of the entrance, effectively ruining Lissie Hope’s big night and landing the final blow before they go to war at Evolution.
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