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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 22:21:58 GMT -5
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 cheers coming loudly from the crowd, as he slowly lifts his eyes up to meet the crowd, followed by removing the hood from his head. 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. Billy: And HERE. HE. IS! The number one contender to the AW World Heavyweight Championship! Carter Shaw!Chris Avery: And I’m sure there’s alot on his mind, Billy. Last week, we saw his rage on full display as he laid into the World Heavyweight Champion, Jill Park. He unleashed the frustration of an entire company. For a moment, Park got what’s been coming to her for so long. The attack apparently has injured Park as she is rumored to not even be here tonight, as she nurses a broken nose.Shaw stands in the middle of the ring, trademark smirk on his face. He twirls a microphone in his right hand as the crowd continues to serenade him with chants showing their support. “SAINT SHAW!” “SAINT SHAW!” “SAINT SHAW!” “SAINT SHAW!” “SAINT SHAW!” “SAINT SHAW!” “SAINT SHAW!” “SAINT SHAW!” Shaw brings the microphone up to his lips briefly before breaking out in a small laugh with the crowd. Carter Shaw: I got her good, didn’t I?The crowd kicks in again with thunderous support of “Saint Shaw”. Carter Shaw: It was a long time coming. A loooong time coming. While I was away, I had to sit back and watch as Jill Park continued her rise in Action Wrestling. In my absence she racked up win after win, and ALL I could think about was the moment I came back, the fear that would inevitably creep into her eyes, and into her mind when she was reminded of what she thought she had left behind.“Shaw!” “Shaw!” “Shaw!” “Shaw!” “Shaw!” “Shaw!” “Shaw!” Carter Shaw: I saw her use Torture, and I saw her use Jake Paul. Every sneaky trick in the book. Everytime you thought that MAYBE it was her time to fall back down to earth, she would find a way to overcome and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, by any means necessary. Which, I can’t say I haven’t employed similar tactics in the past. I can’t say I’ve never bent the rules. Just look back at Clash last week. I had Jill Park dead to rights. Ankle wrapped around a chair, at my mercy in a way that she has attacked so many here in AW. Carter Shaw: But I didn’t pull the trigger. That’s not a sign of weakness. It’s not a lack if ferocity as I’m SURE she’ll come out and try and claim. I could have ENDED that title reign. Stopped it dead in it’s tracks. That wasn’t my intent. It was a message. At Guts/Glory, Jill Park will have no excuses. Like the one’s she’s making for not showing her face here tonight. I know how to send a bruising message. At Guts/Glory, the excuses stop. The escapes stop. The title reign stops.The crowd roars in approval as Shaw lowers the microphone but they’re interrupted by “Crawl” by Kings of Leon. Billy: SHITFIRE!Chris Avery: That’s not who you think! It’s Jake Paul!Paul has an intense look on his face as he bounces on the stage, shadowboxing for a moment before making his way down the ramp. Billy: We haven’t seen Jake Paul since he cost Lissie Hope the World Heavyweight Championship at Evolution! If it wasn’t for him, it’s almost assured that Jill Park would NO LONGER be World Heavyweight Champion!Paul quickly makes his way down to the ring, snatching a microphone from ringside before sliding into the ring. Paul gets right into Shaw’s face, but Shaw doesn’t look the least bit intimidated. Carter Shaw: Just stop right there. I know exactly what you’re gonna say. Jake Paul: Oh yeah? You know what I’m gonna say, bro? You know what I’m gonna do, bro? Bro, you have no idea! You got no idea the shit you stirred up, bro!Shaw stifles a laugh but continues on. He reverts back to a serious look and tone quickly. Carter Shaw: It’s not rocket science. Never is, when it comes to you. Your time around here is DONE. It’s pretty clear, even Jill Park sees through your shit. That stunt at Evolution bought you more time, but not much more. You feel the walls closing in and you know that she is gonna toss your ass soon. So you’re doing whatever you can to get on her good side. She took a beating last week so now you wanna TRY returning the favor, is that it?Jake Paul: You ain’t got no respect, bro. I’m gonna whip your ass, that’s why I’m out here!Carter Shaw: Oh yeah? I’m free as it turns out. I already scared Jill off, I’m sure I could do us all a favor and get rid of you, too.Paul backs up a step, quickly shaking his head. Jake Paul: Nah bro, not right now. I’m a MAIN EVENT NAME. I ain’t fighting you right now. I’ll see you later tonight.Jake quickly drops down and rolls out of the ring, leaving Shaw alone in the ring. Billy: SHITFIRE! Well it looks like we got Jake Paul vs Carter Shaw later on tonight!Chris Avery: Hopefully Shaw DOES do us all a favor and gets rid of Jake Paul for good!
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 22:33:04 GMT -5
Jimmy "Big Tyme" Jackson vs. Joey Scala
Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first... Scalas music hits and the lights darken in the arena as Scala comes out onto the stage and stands at the top of it. He pounds his chest twice and kisses his necklace wrapped in his fist and then points to the sky. Scala comes down the ramp. Adilene Floyd: From the mean streets of Yonkers, weighing in at 249 pounds, JOEYYYYY SCALLAAAAA!! Scala rolls into the ring and gets to his feet and leans on the ropes towards the crowd and yells some trash talk. Scala fades back into his corner and takes his necklace off and is prepping for his fight. Chris Avery: Scala is ready to go in this opening match, as he looks to climb the rankings and transition to other divisions outside of his Hardcore repertoire. Billy: You know why!! Adilene Floyd: And his opponent... We Will Rock You hits, and the crowd goes crazy. Jimmy appears from behind the curtain and dances his way down the ramp. He sings with the crowd and signs autographs for all the children. Once he arrived at the ring he jumps up as explosives go off the moment his feet hit the mat. He smiles and gets in the ring spinning and entertaining the crowd. Adilene Floyd: ...From Annapolis, MD, weighing in at 300 lbs... JIMMYYYY JACKSON!!! Billy: ......So we really just have to wait right here while he's signing autographs, or - Chris Avery: Jimmy Jackson made a HUGE return in the main event of Clash last week, interrupting a controversial finish between Ellie Austin and Raja, and making his designs on chasing the CBS Championship plain! Now is his first test tonight, how will he do against someone as rough as Scala! As the match begins, a much quicker Joey shoots in and secures a side headlock on the three hundred-pounder. Jackson backs into the ropes and tries to push Scala loose, but Scala, in a bulldog like maneuver jumps to the mat, keeping the lock sealed tight. Jackson struggles for a moment, but his inconceivable strength allows him to fight his way right back to his feet in which he staggers to the nearby ropes and wraps his arm around the top rope. The ref forces Scala to break, and he obliges. Jackson looks up at Scala, then they go to lock up again, this time Scala floats around behind Jackson looking for a rear waistlock but the massive Jackson just elbows him off, making Scala stumble away, holding his jaw. Jackson stalks behind him and immediately grabs him from behind. Scala moves around trying to break Jackson's grip loose but Jackson muscles Scala to the mat with a belly to back amateur takedown. Jackson then floats over and straps a front facelock on Scala. Scala after a moment is able to work his way to all fours and then staggers Jackson with a kick to the back of the leg that makes Jackson fall. Scala goes back to locking on a side headlock. Jackson brings his legs up and clamps a headscissors around Scala's head with his tree trunk-like thighs, pulling him loose. Scala struggles in the hold for a moment, and then uses his leg strength to bridge over with a jackknife pin. The ref counts. The ref: One... Kickout. Scala tries to dead lift the huge bulk of Jackson, but he is stopped by a headbutt. Scala stumbles part way around the ring. Like a looming blimp, Jackson hovers behind Scala, and hits him with a few clubs to the back, making a "raise the roof" dancing motion, and Jackson then grips Joeys head between his massive mitts and squeezes like when you check out some produce at your local Whole Foods. Scala yells and flails his arms. Jackson releases the vice grip after a second but keeps torturing Scala, pushing his face into the top rope and rubbing it back and forth. The friction of the rope burn makes Scala yell, and the referee begins counting Jackson out. Chris Avery: In between all of the dancing and entertaining, we really do see that Jimmy Jackson is a powerful man with strong hands! Billy: ...if only that rhyme had a beat he could dance to! Jackson holds his hands up when the ref warns him. Scala groans and hangs on to the ropes. Jackson turns to clap his hands and do a little booty bounce, but when he turns back to Scala, Scala trips him so that the big man stumbles and hits the taut ropes face first. Jackson snaps off, flinging back. Scala grips Jackson's arm and goes to whip him to the ropes, but Jackson reverses, sending Scala to the ropes. Jackson goes for a hip toss, but Scala blocks it with his leg, and goes to hip toss the bigger man. Jackson blocks as well, and clotheslines Scala down to the mat. Jackson lifts Scala back to his feet, and clotheslines him back down. Jackson lifts Scala up, and shoves him backwards into the ropes. Jackson comes charging forward but he is stopped by Scala flaring an elbow out, making him stumble forward. Scala then sits on the middle ropes with his legs out in the aisle, and as Jackson turns back towards him Scala swings backwards, bringing his feet up to connect with Jackson's temple. As Jackson stumbles backwards, holding his temple, Scala runs in and gives Jackson a kick to the midsection, followed by three chops across Jackson's chest until the big man grabs Scala around the throat and tosses him into the corner with enough force and velocity to make Scala bounce. Chris Avery: Jackson treating Scala like a human pinball machine! Billy: ...What, did Scala eat his quarters? Scala, angrily, jumps out of the corner, trying for a Lou Thesz press, but he ends up just throwing rights and lefts at the big man, not taking him off his feet. Jackson ends up throwing him in the air so he's parallel to the ring, bringing him down with a sort of flapjack that smashes Scala right back down. Scala, groaning, holds his sternum and rolls to the outside. Chris Avery: There are still a lot of questions about if Scala can function without using weapons, he is determined to let Jackson know he's in for a fight tonight. The slower-moving Jackson goes to reach over the ropes for Scala's hair, but Scala, thinking quickly, clamps hold of the boot of Jackson, and manages to yank with all of his might, pulling the big man off balance. He falls hard, and Scala pulls/rolls Jackson under the bottom rope to the aisle with him. Scala lifts Jackson up and gives him a European uppercut. Jackson stumbles to his feet, and the greasy Brooklyn thug shoves him back into the guardrail, and gives him a few knife edge chops to the chest. Jackson reverses, throwing the smaller Scala across the guardrail back first and chopping him across the chest as a few people sitting by them cheer him on and say wooo! Jackson grabs Scala's arm and irish whips him into the steel steps. Scala nails the steps shoulder first. Jackson, taking his time and stalking Scala as he gets up, holding his shoulder, lifts Scala up in a military press, and drops him face first across the apron. Scala drops back into the aisle, holding his face. Jackson begins clubbing him over the back, and then walks him over, bounces his head off the apron, and rolls him back into the ring, following in after him. Jackson measures Scala, waiting for him to get up, and then as Scala does Jackson goes for a DDT, but Scala spins out of it, pulling his head loose, and he wraps Jackson's arm up in a hammerlock, twisting it in and jumping a few times to cinch in the pressure, before spinning Jackson around and unloading with a vicious jawbreaker lariat. Jackson stumbles back, not knocked off his feet, but needing to hold himself on the apron. Scala runs towards Jackson again but gets clotheslined right out of the mid-step. Jackson grabs him by his hair and slings him with force into the guardrail. Scala hits with a harsh crack. The referee timidly reminds Jackson to get them both back in the ring. Jackson lifts Scala up like a bag of potatoes and throws him under the bottom rope, then big man climbing over the ropes to get back in the ring himself. He reaches for Scala, but Scala immediately tries to lock in an armbar. Jackson gets to his feet as he flares some elbows into Scala's midsection, breaking the hold. Jackson then runs off the ropes and on the return, Scala flings Jackson to the mat with an arm whip. Scala holds onto Jackson's arm as he twist it into an arm wrench. Finally, Joey applies an armbar, light on technique, heavy on twisting the arm back as hard as he can in a direction it ain't supposed to go. Chris Avery: Scala has Jackson trapped in a basic armbar! It's super effective!! Billy: Was that a Pokemon reference? Because if so, what gen are you, who's your starter? The crowd is clapping rhythmically, trying to get Jackson back in this match. Several agonizing seconds pass by in the hold, as Scala shouts for Jackson to give up. Jackson starts fighting through the pain, pushing up to alleviate the tension of the armbar, while Scala continues wrenching it. Jackson yells and thrashes in pain, and flails his free arm around, and finally, then he throws an elbow to the side of Scala's head, slowly at first, then with machine-like rapidity, and after a monent elbows his way loose. Scala blinks, dazed, slumping off, and Jackson grimaces and contorts his damaged arm, trying to get some feeling back into it. He rises, gritting his teeth, determined to get back in the match, and runs off the ropes. On the return he is caught by a spinning backfist from Scala that stops him in his tracks. Jackson stumbles in place for a moment, and Scala uses the chance to hit a swinging neckbreaker! Scala goes for the cover! Chris Avery: SCALA WITH EXTRA CHEESE!! The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Billy: Huh, that big bitch is lactose intolerant. Who knew. Scala snarls and begins going over to the turnbuckle, dogmatically trying to rip it off, even as the referee comes up and says uhhhh, you can't do that, this is grounds for a disqualification. Scala grabs the referee by the shirt, shoving him and talking that patented NY street shit, and continues to try and take the turnbuckle pad off... however, he feels rather than sees the shadow crossing the sun and senses Jackson, recovered, charging into the corner! Jackson jumps in for an avalanche, but... Scala moves! Jackson hits the turnbuckle (thankfully which is still covered, so avoiding the ouch), but he stumbles back, and Scala rolls him up with a schoolboy! Billy: What in the shit is this?? Scala cheats and it pays off?? WHAT KIND OF MESSAGE ARE WE SENDING HERE?! The referee: One... Two... Kickout! Scala shouts in frustration that his trick didn't pick up a win, and pound on the mat. He goes to lift Jackson up, but the bigger man boots him in the gut, grips him by his hair and the back of his tights and runs with him a short distance, throwing him forward so that Scala goes crashing into the steel ringpost between the top and middle ropes. Scala grimaces and yells in pain, and holds his shoulder. Jackson pulls Scala out and flattens him with a monstrous side belly to belly suplex, then covers. Chris Avery: BELLY TO BOOTY!! Billy: I just - you have to wonder if some of these people are punking us when they name this stuff, because they know that when you yell it out loud all dramatically..... The referee: One... Two... Three - Kickout! Jackson looks up at the referee, flustered and his facials showing wild-eyed disbelief as he asks if that was three. The ref assures him it was two. Jackson turns, and then he goes for a standing camel clutch submission. Scala tries squirming out of it, but Jackson stops him by unleashing a flurry of wicked, punishing crossface forearm shots until Scala falls limp. Jackson, gritting his teeth, lifts Scala up, and starts going for a double-handed choke bomb. But as he lifts Scala up in the air with both hands, Scala, blindly, gropes out with both of his hands in turn. His face is beet red, but he grabs hold of Jackson's face and begins trying to gouge his eyes out and push his thumbs into both eyes. Jackson's mouth yawns wide in a scream of pain, and he relaxes his grip on Scala's neck... Scala drops down, and gives him a kick to the kneecap that drops Jackson to one knee, and then is able to somehow hoist the heavy thick body of Jackson up and crush him with a powerbomb into a pinfall, leaning on one leg of Jackson! Chris Avery: DID YOU SEE SCALA LIFT THE BIG MAN UP LIKE THAT??
Billy: Joey Scala? Fat, thumb looking, Pillsbury doughboy soft Scala??The referee: One... Two... Thre - Kickout! Scala, exhausted, runs his hands over his overly sweaty face. Worn down from the beating he's taken from Jackson, has to take his time as he gingerly climbs to the top rope. He slips for a second, but then makes his way up to the ropes. He sets himself as Jackson is still down. He looks from one side of the arena, to the other, and then, he jumps off the top rope... but, Jackson SPRINGS TO LIFE, getting to his feet and decking Scala out of midair with a heavy clotheslining blow that makes Scala do an ugly flip in midair. This takes a lot of out Jackson, too, who falls to all fours, then collapses, unable to move, but Scala, in getting knocked out of midair and doing a complete turn in the air, lands hard and awkwardly on his head and neck. The kind of impact that really makes you wince and worry about them. The referee throws his hands up in shock. Chris Avery: HOLY CANNOLI! WHAT DID WE JUST SEE?? Billy: Jackson pins!One! Two! Three! DING DING DING Raja is in the ring and stomps on Jackson!! Billy: Whoa!! Where did he come from!? Chris Avery: Jimmy won but he's getting attacked by Raja!Raja continues stomping on him and then throws his robe down after taking it off and then wraps it around Jacksons neck and starts to choke him! Billy: OH MY GOD COME ON!!Ellie Austin rushes down and she has the CBS Championship and slides into the ring and Raja gets out of the ring! Austin picks up the microphone! Ellie Austin: Hey! Raja! You loser! How about you fight me again this Sunday at Guts Glory and I'll put my CBS title on the line?!Raja shakes his head yes and is furious on the ramp! Ellie Austin: And don't worry, Jimmy Jackson.. you'll get a shot too! I'm making it a three way dance!Austin drops the microphone and stomps on Jackson for last weeks attack and leaves the ring as Raja is on the stage saying he's the true Champion and the KING. We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 22:40:30 GMT -5
A SEGMENT!
The scene cuts backstage to Alexander Pasternak's office, as Pasternak is filling out paperwork. Suddenly, his office door bangs open, and Pasternak looks up off-camera, only to Downfall to barge in. Wearing a leather jacket and distressed camoflauge pants, he has the Hardcore title belt in one hand; He says nothing else, only dumps the Hardcore title belt on the desk in front of Pasternak. Pasternak flinches back from the thump of the belt on his desk, and he stares first at the belt, with it's tarnished, smoke-kissed gold and scorched straps curled underneath, then up at Downfall. He starts to question what the hell any of this is, but Downfall cuts him off. Downfall: I'm getting impatient, Pasternak. I want competition.Pasternak sighs, rubs the bridge of his nose, and leans back in his chair. Alexander Pasternak: Unfortunately, everyone eligible has been booked tonight, and -Downfall cuts him off, impatiently, again. Downfall: Not Harper, not Al Nally, not RBD. I want a hardcore match, and I want to defend this title. I said that I want someone to come for this belt that means what they say and will actually engage me with a determined, focused mindset and not meet me with childish sulk. I said, that -Alexander Pasternak: I heard what you said, but you have to admit you salted the earth on this one. The Glory tournament is in full swing, and All-In is close as well, and then you go and start off Monday Night Clash burning the Hardcore title on live TV. It warns people away, rather than invites them to step up.Downfall fumes. Alexander Pasternak: Maybe what you said last week to -Downfall shakes his head. Downfall: Are you going to find me someone tonight or not?Pasternak sighs deeply. Alexander Pasternak: I can find someone at the arena to face you in a hardcore match, yes.Downfall: And it's not effin' Scala?Alexander Pasternak: No, it's not Joey Scala, he was just facing - Do you even watch the shows?Downfall flashes an evil grin. Downfall: Please, I'm the one that watches everything.He gathers up the Hardcore belt, throwing it over his shoulder, and turns to walk out the door, as the scene switches back to ringside.
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 22:44:51 GMT -5
Niobe Martin vs. Doc Holiday vs. "Paragon" Joule Ortiz
Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first... Deep pink and turquoise lights flood the arena as the riff to "Gender Dysphoria" by Ana Mady plays. Joule Ortiz springs to the stage, doing a spin before kneeling down with her arms outstretched. She marches down the ramp, keeping her arms outstretched, allowing fans to high five her. Adilene Floyd: Making her way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in at 130 lbs, she is "Paragon"... JOULE ORTIZ!! Joule makes it to ringside and hops on the apron, slowly climbing up the ropes and sitting on the top turnbuckle, facing the fans. She reaches her arms out towards them and closes her eyes, taking in their reaction. Afterwards, she flips down to the mat, and goes to the other side of the ring and climbs up once more. Once she gets back down, she sits by the bottom turnbuckle with anticipation. Chris Avery: Joule has been really impressive lately! Billy: She was nearly US Champion! Adilene Floyd: And her first opponent... s the opening of "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play over the arena, a video flashes on the big screen of a camera shot panning up a grassy hill at night, slowly until it gets to the top. Panning from left to right, lighting flashing in the sky as the opening guitar riff begins to sound. Adilene Floyd: "Introducing to the ring from Anaheim, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall! She is the "Living Nightmare", NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!" The video on the screen then switches to a video package of Niobe in the ring, flashing and moving in time with the drum beat. "Nightmare! Now your nightmare comes to life.." Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides as a blast of pyro goes off on either side of her. "Dragged you down below... Down to the devils show... To be his guest forever... Peace of mind is less than never.." As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face. Chris Avery: Oh yeah! We love Niobe! Adilene Floyd: And their opponent... 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" Adilene Floyd: ...from Oakland, CA, weighing in at 215 lbs... DOC HOLIDAY!! 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. Billy: This is the person or product I have picked to win this contest! Chris Avery: We could really see some of these future breakout stars rise in this match! The referee signals for the bell to begin the match. Niobe takes the immediate offensive and hits a running DDT on Joule. Joule rolls out of the ring, pissed off as Holiday clotheslines Niobe. Niobe is back up and runs at Holiday, and receives a hip toss. She climbs’s back up, ducks a big boot attempt from Holiday and dives through the ropes, taking out Joule. Billy: Damn! Niobe is quick! Chris Avery: This match off to a hot start! Joule arches her back in pain and Holiday plays to the crowd inside, arrogantly holding his hands up. Niobe picks up Joule and rolls her into the ring. Holiday stomps away at her before letting Joule get to her feet. Holiday whips Joule across the ring and puts her down with a big kick. Holiday turns around into a running lariat from Niobe who was waiting and sizing him up! Billy: Wow! What a shot! Chris Avery: Big impact there! Joule is finally in the match as she spears Niobe to the mat. Joule dodges a clothesline from Holiday and starts throwing haymakers at Holiday, backing him into the corner. She whips Holiday across the ring, but Holiday reverses it. Holiday hits a facecrusher, but is again floored by Niobe who hits a spearing takedown! Niobe holds on for the pin. Billy: Niobe might have him here! The referee: One... Kickout! No! Joule doesn’t even let it get much past a 1 count before she stops the pin. Chris Avery: I don’t think that pin break was even necessary, I doubt Holiday was going down that fast! Joule stomps away at Niobe, but Niobe works her way to her feet. Joule whips Niobe across the ring and catches her with a sidewalk slam. Joule applies a single leg Boston crab, but Holiday kicks her off of Niobe. Holiday grabs Joule and drops her on her neck with a vicious back drop. He pulls Joule to his feet and executes a tiger suplex. Holiday notices Niobe this time and ducks a flying forearm attempt by Niobe who slides under the ropes, but catches himself before he falls out. He gets to his feet quickly and springboards off for a flying head scissors on Holiday, but Holiday catches him! Billy: WHOA!! He just powered Niobe up and powerbombed her to the mat! Holiday is on fire!Chris Avery: This match is so damn good!Niobe gets back to her feet and avoids an avalanche in the corner. She grabs Holiday’s head and drops him for a neckbreaker. Niobe hits a standing moonsault and goes for the pin. The referee: One... Two... Joule is back up and stops Niobe from pinning Holiday. Niobe elbows Joule in the face as he goes to grab him from behind. Niobe whips Joule across the ring and catches him for a powerslam. Niobe hits a German suplex into a bridge! The referee: One... Two... Holiday stops the pin attempt. Holiday knees Niobe and tosses her through the ropes to the outside. He turns as Joule gets to his feet and Joule hits a bridging dragon suplex! Holiday clutches at his neck. Joule motions that that's it, and eggs Holiday to get up. Holiday stumbles to his feet, staggering, and he turns. Joule hooks his head, grabbing him for a Twist of Fate setup into a snapmare driver, but Holiday twists his head out of it, turns Joule around and DECKS her with a spinning backfist that sends spit flying! Holiday runs to the ropes, hops up to springboard, and then as Joule turns around, dazed, Holiday takes her out with a springboard hurricanrana! Billy: Premeditated Disaster to Joule!!Chris Avery: Holiday’s going for the pin!The referee: One... Two... Three - Niobe slingshots herself over the ropes into a leg drop on the back of Holiday to break up the pin! Niobe, Holiday and Joule are down and out! Who can get up first?! Chris Avery: Whose going to take advantage!?Billy: This is anyones game!Niobe goes for a clothesline but Joulz ducks and Doc Holiday rolls her up! One! Two! Three! DING DING DING Niobe turns around and goes to stomp on Holiday but he gets out of the ring! Billy: Oh man!! Holiday got it! How dope!Chris Avery: That was cool!We take a commercial break.
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 22:53:31 GMT -5
Oh Snap!
BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE YOU SERVE “Head Like a Hole” begins as Cipher breaks through the curtain and works his way down the ramp towards the ring. Billy: Cipher looks like a man on a mission right now.Chris Avery: Mo, Oscar, and Mabel, watch out.Cipher rolls under the bottom rope and for the first time a live audience is privy to hear his voice. Without effects it is still deep and raspy- his voice sounds like it’s struggling to make sound through the mask he wears. But it doesn’t deter him. Cipher: Max F’N Daemon. You son of a bitch. Sending your bitch errand boy to do your dirty work. You know, I didn’t even want that match. I didn’t want to win the Jimmy Dean Battle Royal and I didn’t want to fight you. But now… now you’ve made it personal.The crowd cheers. Cipher: I’m not looking to make a name for myself. I’m looking to earn a living and make it through the days. But most of all, I’m looking for an outlet for this rage that’s inside of me. And if I lost a fair fight I would be satisfied. But winning in the way that I did is far from it. My back hurts, my ribs hurt, but most of all my pride is hurt, and your pride is what makes you human.The crowd cheers more. Cipher: I know we’re not booked here tonight, but I saw you and Holo backstage. So get your ass out here and fight me like a man. Leave bitch boy behind and get your ass out here.The crowd chants “DAEMON SUCKS!!!” But he does not oblige their jeers and the camera just points down at the empty entrance ramp. Cipher: GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!Crowd: HE'S A PUSSY *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*!!! HE'S A PUSSY *CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP*!!! Still the camera points at the empty entrance ramp with no one showing. Chris Avery: WATCH OUT!From the audience Holo Make flies under the bottom rope and tackles Cipher from behind, turning him over on his back, mounting him and delivering precise strikes with his forearms to Cipher’s head as he desperately tries to cover up. Cipher squirms out of the mount and gets to his feet and returns some blows of his own. He runs off the ropes and delivers a running forearm and Holo is dazed but still on his feet. Cipher runs into the ropes again for another forearm but Holo body smashes him and sends him to the ground and chants a Hawaiian grunt. He lifts Cipher to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Cipher leans with his back to the corner barely able to hold himself up. Holo backs up into the opposite corner, screams and comes barreling towards Cipher. Who moves out of the way at the last second as Holo crashes into the corner taking the place of Cipher. Cipher backs into the corner and quickly runs forward delivering a big splash on Holo causing him to drop to a seated position. He runs back to the opposite corner And is tripped, and pulled spread legged across the turnbuckle post by Max Daemon, who then ties up Ciphers feet with a rope leaving him stuck there. He throws the skirt up and grabs a CHAIR WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE! Max rolls under the bottom rope while Holo stomps Cipher a few times. Max idly grabs the microphone as he stands to his feet. Max F’n Daemon: Well...you're not completely wrong. I DO let Holo do my dirty work for me. And there’s no one and nothin more dirty and disgustin than YOU.He kicks his downed foe. Max F’n Daemon: I don’t know what ya' expect from me…or any of ya' really. I'm a piece of shit by nature. And quite frankly...ya've become a gnat, Cipher. So I won’t even waste any more time on ya' than I already have. I have bigger and better goals that my sights are set on. There’s still gold in my future here, and in yours… well… it looks like there’s a hospital visit in yours. Tell 'em I said hi for me, will ya'?He lets the mic drop with a thud before raising the barbed wire chair up to the sky--! Chris Avery: Oh my god--!Voice: HOLD ON JUST A MINUTE! Billy: It’s Alexander Pasternak!Max lowers the chair, looking back at Pasternak with a roll of his eyes. He grabs the microphone from the mat, but is interrupted before he can speak. Alexander Pasternak: Now, I’ve got bigger fish to fry rather than whatever the hell it is that’s going on here… but when I smell money, oh it smells so sweet. Now, Max. You are a son of a bitch, and I can respect that consistency about you. But Cipher, you are right. This is not a fair fight. So how about this… I have an extra spot on the card for Guts and Glory. How about we fill that with the three of you. A tag team match. Max Daemon and Holo Make vs Cipher and… well if you have any friends then they can join you.The crowd boos. Alexander Pasternak: Take it easy… I know Cipher doesn’t have any friends, so tell you what. We’ll even the odds a little bit. Holo Make, you can join your cohort in the match IF you can escape the cage! That’s right. At the top of the ramp you’ll be chained up like the animal you seem to think you are, and if AND WHEN you escape you are free to join the match should you so choose. So at least you know what you’re up against. For now, I’ll respectfully ask you Max…drop the chair, get a few last good shots in, and let him go. You’ll see him in the ring next week.Max can't help but smile, but it isn't a happy one. He looks back at Holo. The two share some sorta look. With a shrug, Max tosses the mic out of the ring with another thud. He exits the ring as Holo stomps on Cipher a few more times. Soon after, The Pale Rider joins his mentor. Billy: Cipher has no friends, this is a handicap match with two full grown high level competitors against one man.Chris Avery: But Holo will have to break out of a cage to join the match. What if Cipher DOES have a friend that he brings with him. Then he’ll be at the advantage. Alex is a fair and thoughtful leader and we should all think him… I mean thank him, sorry there was mustard on my cue card.
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 22:57:09 GMT -5
Jody Madrox vs. Mason Jones
Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first... weighing in at 230 lbs... JODY MADROX!! As the beat drops on the entrance way, we see the lights go out in the area, and the Tron comes to life with “Da Geto Boy” on the screen. Then as the song plays, the lights come back on to see John Black and Jody coming out together in pair of jackets and bandanas on their faces, as they walk down they gives some of the people some dap all the way past the ramp, then Jody takes off the jacket and handed to JB and he slides into the ring, he goes to the corners to taunt to the crowd. Then after he takes off the bandana off his face and tosses it into the crowd, then he stands in the middle of the ring as his theme cuts off. Chris Avery: Here comes a newcomer to AW with some impressive credentials vouching for him, his apparent friendship with former TV champion John Black was well documented! Billy: Sometimes all we need is a little networking to get our foot in the door of a place! Remember, it isn't what you know, it's who you know!...... (to someone off camera) ....does this guy even know where the hard cam is? Adilene Floyd: And his opponent... Smoke and Mirrors hits by Jim Johnson and Mason Jones just walks right out with his head down and his arms out. His boyfriend Jayson Price comes up behind him and they both taunt into the camera. Adilene Floyd: Introducing, from Las Vegas Nevada, being accompanied by his WCF Hall of Famer and boyfriend Jayson Price, he is THE BIG BONE! MASON JONES! Jones yells out "COME ON" and gets the crowd hype as he punches the air with a huge swing and then walks down the ramp as Price comes down behind him. Jones slides in and takes his black tight leather jacket off as Price goes and stands in the corner on the mats outside. Jones gets up to the middle turnbuckle and points out at the crowd and flexes those biceps. Chris Avery: We've been seeing all new sides to both Mason Jones AND Jayson Price this year, and now, the two are seeming to be looking to the future and domestic marital bliss! Billy: God... can you IMAGINE Jayson Price, that sleazy man slut, on a shopping trip through the Sharper Image? Wearing matching polo shirts with Mason Jones with little cable knit sweaters wrapped around their necks in soft blue and pink tones? Going to brunches and drinking mimosas on the beach? Sitting side by side and watching the waves crash on the beach at sundown, and gently staring into each other's loving eyes, before taking each other in a warm embrace?? Chris Avery: I just uhhhh... I'm gonna try and... imagine Mason Jones like... wrestling this match now, if - if that's okay. The bell sounds and the referee gestures for both men to keep it clean. Madrox looks at Mason for a second, then points at Mason Jones, mocking him and saying "This mf is trying to turn a hoe into a housewife!", which prompts some of the people in the front row to laugh. Insulted and piqued at the besmirchment of his beloved Jayson Price, a fired-up Mason clubs him over the back of the head and begins peppering him angrily. He plants Madrox with a snap suplex, then he quickly pins, but Madrox immediately kicks out before the ref can even position himself. Mason gives Madrox a few knee lifts as he drags him up, and then he clubs Madrox over the back. He irish whips Madrox off the ropes and as he returns, he hits Madrox with a dropkick. Madrox falls onto his back, and Mason lifts him up, going for a spinebuster, but Madrox elbows him in the side of the head. Mason gets to his feet, only to be booted in the gut and taken down with a vicious dangerous-style DDT. Madrox motions to the crowd to get them fired up. Chris Avery: Mason was a little early going for the Lay It Down, and he paid for it. Billy: I guess you could say Mason only Lays it Down for Price! Chris Avery: You could... but I wouldn't. Madrox eggs Mason to get up, which Mason does, pulling himself up on the ropes. Madrox clotheslines Mason over the top rope allowing his momentum to carry them both right over. Madrox lands sitting on the apron, and Mason hits the canvas on the outside and rolls to a stop. Madrox then pulls himself up, and takes a two step run up, and he flies off the apron, dropping an elbow right into the sternum of the prone Mason. Chris Avery: What Madrox lacks in polish and technical prowess he more than makes up in sheer energy! Madrox lifts Mason up, and he irish whips him with force into the steel steps. Mason hits shoulder first, with enough force to knock the steps loose a little bit. Mason yells out in pain. Madrox lifts him up, walking him by the back of his head over to slam his head off the apron. Madrox does this a series of seven more times, and the crowd begins counting along. Dean Alpine tells Madrox to take it back in the ring. Madrox rolls Mason back into the ring, but he pulls him out so that Mason's head is sticking out of the apron, face up, and he climbs up onto the apron and gives Mason a leg drop across the throat. Mason rolls back into the ring, holding his throat. Madrox then crawls over for a cover. The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Chris Avery: Impressive display of resilience from Mason! Billy: Oh yeah, you know Jayson Price is showing Mason how to take it! Devil face emoji! Chris Avery: I miss your redneck accent and lamb tacos shouting. Madrox lifts Mason up to his feet and whips him into the corner. Madrox starts to charge for a splash, but Mason flares an elbow out, knocking Madrox right in the mouth. Madrox backs off, and Mason pulls himself up to the top rope, waiting for Madrox to turn around. Mason flies off the top rope, looking for a crossbody, but the more solidly built Madrox is able to catch him with both hands, in a show of strength, and he holds him as if for a front powerslam for a second before flinging him overhead for a fallaway slam. Mason rolls to the opposite side of the ring. Madrox walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up himself, then he sets himself on the top rope, motioning that it's over, and flying off with a frog splash, aka Keke's Dress. Madrox pops up off of Mason, fired up and making motions to the crowd. Madrox lifts Mason up, hoisting him up onto his shoulders with an electric chair, before transitioning into an electric chair driver! He rolls Mason over for a cover! Chris Avery: Madrox calls that Just To Get A Rep! It may be over!The referee: One... Two... Three!! Ding Ding Ding Chris Avery: WHAT A DEBUT! Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner... JODY MADROX!!Billy: This guy impressed me this week, making short work of lover boy!Chris Avery: Mason and Price are going to regroup and take some time at home, but this week, we've seen John Black's protege, Jody Madrox, truly step into the spotlight!Madrox exits the ring, holding his arms up in the air and smiling. Mason is rolling around on the mat in agony, and Jayson Price hurries into the ring to tend to his beloved. Madrox smiles, flexing to the crowd, before walking away up the ramp.
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 23:00:05 GMT -5
Looookie here!
We come backstage where Jade Riley is standing with a microphone, smiling at the camera. Jade Riley: Ladies and gentlemen and everyone else, please welcome my guest at this time, Gerard Angelo.The crowd boos as Gerard steps into the shot, adjusting his suit as he looks at Jade from behind his sunglasses. Jade Riley: Gerard, as you know, the GLORY tournament for the United States Championship is currently going on with the finals happening at Guts/Glory. As a former United States Champion, yo-Gerard Angelo: Greatest. Jade stops as Angelo interrupts her, raising an eyebrow. Jade Riley: Excuse me?Gerard Angelo: Greatest. The greatest United States Champion of All Time. Show me some respect when you ask questions.Jade rolls her eyes and sighs. Jade Riley: As the… greatest United States Champion of All Time, what are your thoughts on how the tournament has shaped up so far?Gerry looks smugly down at Jade as she brings the mic back to him. Gerard Angelo: There. Was that so hard?Riley just purses her lips as she stares at Gerard. Gerard Angelo: You want my thoughts on the GLORY tournament? That’s what you wanted from me, Jade? You didn’t wanna talk about what I did at Evolution? What I said two weeks ago on Clash? Not even wanting to discuss me popping up all over social media at the SAG protests last week? Here are my thoughts for you then. I don’t really care. All I see are wrestlers who despite fumbling the bag over and over are still handed opportunities. Tag team title shots are being given out to spoiled brats and dead men. World title shots are being handed out because we happen to be going to the biggest whiner on the roster’s hometown. And here I am, mere weeks after I vanquished an Action Wrestling institution at Evolution and I might not even be on the damn Guts/Glory card. This is the disrespect I’m talking about, Jade. I dismantled one of Action’s GOATs in front of the eyes of the world and yet it means nothing. So I’m looking beyond Guts/Glory, Jade. I know now nothing is going to be handed to me like others here so I have to go and TAKE it myself.Jade furrows her brow, Jade Riley: What do you mean?Gerry smirks down at her. Gerard Angelo: Let’s just say when it happens, there’s going to be an uprising.He turns and walks off, leaving Jade standing there.
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 23:08:53 GMT -5
Glory Tournament Semi-Finals Frank Patrick Venable vs. Dionysus
Lets go to the finish! FPV turns around and Dion hits him with the grapevine!! Billy: 22 MINUTES AND ITS THE GRAPEVINE! FINALLY!ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! DING DING DING Billy: DIONYSUS WINS IT!! HES GOING TO THE FINALS!!Dion gets up as Frank rolls out of the ring holding his neck and the ref throws up an x. Dion celebrates as we fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 23:14:21 GMT -5
Paddy O'Doyle vs. Downfall(c)
Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is for the AW HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first... weighing in at 268 lbs... from Dorcester, South Boston... PADDY O'DOYLE!!"Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya" by Dropkick Murphys plays and a schlubby, jowled journeyman wrestler, wearing a bowler hat and with a cigar clamped in his mouth, his fleshy jaw set with intense determination walks out onto the stage. He roars and talks some trash to the crowd in a drunken manner as he enters the ring. Billy: Okay, what drunk tank did they fish this whiskey-soaked townie out of, he looks like several Ben Affleck movie extras all in one.Chris Avery: We know that the Hardcore champion, itching for a fight and to get his hands dirty, has been critical of his challenges and wants competition. Billy: He's already sporting burst blood vessels in that schnoz due to severe alcoholism!!Adilene Floyd: And his opponent...There's a pregnant pause in the air before the lights in the arena shut down, one by one, with an audible CHOOM as each section goes dark. The crowd sits in unsteady, uncomfortable silence there, in the dark, for a full thirty seconds. And then, cutting through the stilled silence, quickfire staccato burst of kickdrums and shredding guitar in the intro to Slipknot's opus "Before I Forget", and the Tron's image changes to a close-up of a wolf's eye, gold against a black screen, and the animatic changes to bared, slavering lupine teeth, opening, and then biting down; A spray of red blood splatters over the screen as Corey Taylor shouts "GO!!" "Stapled shut! Inside an outside world and I'm
Sealed in tight! Bizarre but right at home
Claustrophobic! Closing in and I'm
Catastrophic! Not again,
I'm smeared across the page and doused in gasoline,
I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's obscene.
Catch me up on all your sordid little insurrections,
I've got no time to lose, I'm just caught up in all the cattle.
Fray the strings, throw the shapes,
Hold your breath, listen;"
A spotlight cuts through the darkness to a point on the stage where Downfall's kneels one knee on the stage amid a cloud of pyrotechnic smoke and fog, head bowed, tracing the fingers of his right hand across the ramp, then he slowly raises his head to look at the ring. He's wearing his slashed denim vest with a black hood underneath, pulled up over his head, and, to chilling effect, as he looks up into the bright spotlight over him, smoke rolling onto the stage, it can be seen that his face underneath the hood is hidden behind a white skeletal mask with empty eye sockets, and a long snout culminating in pointed teeth: a wolf's skull. Adilene Floyd: ...Weighing in at 217 lbs... from CHICAGO... he is the AW HARDCORE CHAMPION... DOWNFALL!!"I! Am the world before I am a man,
I! Was a creature before I could stand,
I! Will remember before I forget...
BEFORE I FORGET THAT!!
I! Am the world before I am a man,
I! Was a creature before I could stand,
I! Will remember before I forget...
BEFORE I FORGET THAT!!"
In his left hand, he is carrying a long, curved, black iron crowbar. The arena lights brighten, and then, he begins his walk down to the ring, holding the crowbar perched over his shoulder and behind his neck. He cracks his neck to the side in an aggressive manner as he gets to the end of the ramp. Then, he goes around to the ring, pacing over to climb on the apron, and he takes just a moment to breathe it in as he rests a leg on the ropes themselves, and slowly pulls the wolf skull mask up to rest on the top of his head, before pacing to the turnbuckles and ascending, quickly, to the second rope, crossing his wrists in an X. He hops down, taking the skull mask off, shrugging out of the slashed denim vest, circling the ring like a shark. Chris Avery: This man could have the toughest task of all, taking on someone as intense and vicious as Downfall, but for someone without a contract, you have to be wondering if the reward is tempting enough!The bell rings and Paddy O'Doyle, drunken Irishman that he is, berates Downfall, who stares at him with gunslinger eyes. Paddy O'Doyle, mouthing off, takes his cigar and blows smoke in Downfall's face, before flicking the butt of his cigar with sufficient force to propel it and hit Downfall in the chest. Downfall grimaces, looking from Paddy O'Doyle, to the referee, who nervously reads Downfall's icy expression. Paddy O'Doyle turns back to Downfall, stepping forward and before anything else can take place, Downfall strikes with lightning quickness; Bringing the crowbar clenched in his fist to bear, he whips it around and catches Paddy O'Doyle with it solidly in the mouth, with enough force that it turns Paddy O'Doyle's head around and sends spit, blood and tooth fragments flying. Paddy O'Doyle wilts under the shot and falls to his knees, and what follows is an ugly aftermath. Downfall begins caving in his ribs with kicks so stiff and shootlike that it turns this into an uncomfortable few seconds. Throughout it all Downfall fires down at Paddy, now with wince-inducing shots to the back with the crowbar, and the referee is pulling at Downfall's arm. Billy: ...Yeah, pretty much how I expected this to go.Chris Avery: There aren't many lines in a hardcore setting but... jesus christ, there are still LINES.Downfall has now dropped the crowbar momentarily and mounted Paddy O'Doyle with straight-up fists to the orbital bone and cheek as if he's trying to cave them in. Paddy O'Doyle tries to turn over onto his big belly, flailing for the ropes, and Downfall gives him a stomp to the back of the head, then picks up the crowbar and feeds it around the front of Paddy's head, under the fleshy jaw and pulling UP with a harsh jerk as he holds the arm in place with his legs, a crowbar-assisted crossface. Chris Avery: BAD WOLF!! DOWNFALL WITH THE CROWBAR-ASSISTED BAD WOLF!!Paddy O'Doyle quickly taps out, and Downfall throws his head down. Ding Ding Ding Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner... and STILL AW HARDCORE CHAMPION... DOWNFALL!!"Before I Forget" by Slipknot hits on the PA and Downfall kneels next to Paddy O'Doyle, and though the rage that was evident on his expression as he pummeled Paddy with the crowbar has subsided, he continues staring down at Paddy. Downfall's hands curl around his crowbar again, and it seems as if he's contemplating whether or not to do further damage. Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim, and then go out for a few moments, and the crowd buzzes, not knowing what's going on. When they come back up a few seconds later, Downfall looks for where the referee and Paddy O'Doyle were... but instead, he finds standing directly in his path, GLORIA, and JONNY CEDRONE! Chris Avery: OH DAMN! Billy: I think we may just get an answer to Downfall from last week!Downfall stares at Jonny Cedrone for a second; Startled at first, but then, his face becomes hard, petulant, and defiant. Downfall holds his arms out to Cedrone, motioning to him and saying that if he really wants to take him on, and spouting some choice words. Cedrone stares at Downfall, not saying a word for a moment... But then, Jonny Cedrone's hand comes up, and he points to the Hardcore title belt, laying on the mat, equidistant and laying there looking up at both of them, making his intentions clear. Downfall follows Cedrone's pointing finger, to gaze at the Hardcore belt, before turning back to face Cedrone, the crease between his eyebrows asking if Cedrone is insane. Downfall motions to Cedrone, and he bends down, scooping up the Hardcore title by it's blackened, burned strap, and he holds it up in the air to Cedrone. Downfall: YOU WANT THIS?Downfall smirks, and nods his head, almost as if he's about to smile and tell Cedrone that he's on, but then his face flashes with anger and he runs at Cedrone instead, swinging for his head with the crowbar just the way he took Paddy O'Doyle with it; However, Cedrone ducks under the swing of the crowbar! Cedrone keeps running forward, and a stunned Downfall turns around to find Cedrone barreling towards him! Cedrone swings at Downfall, going for a Clothesline from Hell of his own, but Downfall ducks out of the way and exits the ring JUST in time!! The crowd erupts, and Downfall collects himself and his crowbar just at the apron, staring up at Cedrone as if he's just seen a ghost! Billy: SHIT FIRE! BUSINESS JUST PICKED UP!!Chris Avery: Cedrone not backing down from the Hardcore champ! Cedrone sending a message and telling Downfall he wants all of the smoke!!Downfall stares at Cedrone, outraged, pissed off and more than a little pale, as he grabs the Hardcore title belt and collects it, standing on the ramp. Gloria holds on to Jonny Cedrone, as Cedrone motions to Downfall to come back and get him some more. Downfall sneers, then makes a "Not this time" throat slash motion and shakes his head, walking up the ramp. Cedrone and Downfall continue to stare daggers at each other, sharing some choice words, as we cut to commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 23:30:36 GMT -5
Glory Tournament Semi-Finals The Sitcom(c) vs. Jessie Lee(c)
Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL... and it is a dual title match for the AW Television AND United States Championships... AND the semi-finals of the 2023 GLORY Tournament!!Chris Avery: So much is on the line in this Clash main event, Billy! Two titles at once! The ticket into the finals, with the winner of Glory hanging in the balance! This is HUGE!!Billy: This is also a clash between a massive, 400 pound freak and a 150 pound GOTH DOMMY MOMMY MILKER MAMACITA!Chris Avery: Okay, so like, everything Adilene and I just did to build up the importance and the stakes of this match as a huge main event, you just undid all of that. Yeah. Gone.Adilene Floyd: Introducing first..."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, he is the AW TELEVISION CHAMPION... 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. Chris Avery: Massive, dangerous human is the Sitcom, it took about six wrestlers to eliminate him in Havoc, and he still boasts an impressive, near perfect record in AW, as his TV title reign is reaching elite levels on par with Addy A and Downfall!Billy: You never expected someone that looks like Brendan Fraser studied him to gain insight into his Oscar-nominated role in "The Whale" would be such a dangerous threat! Chris Avery: We're... on the same page that that movie was garbage, right? Billy *sobs*: HE STANDS UP AND WALKS AT THE END! A CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE, ODE TO THE HUMAN SPIRIT!! Chris Avery: ...Sigh... Either way, Sitcom, and Johnny Beckman, are set on adding more gold to their collection, and moving on to the finals of Glory! Adilene Floyd: And his opponent... ONE FINGER AND A FIST, I'll CLAW MY WAY OUT OF ANY SITUATION! I GOT A 1 2 PUNCH I'll FIGHT MY WAY OUT OF ANY CONFRONTATION! While the unmistakable sound of Drowning Pools' One Finger and a Fist pumping throughout the arena, the various lights began to swirl and move about at a frantic pace. Yet, it was the alarmingly fierce-looking woman that walked out onto the Revolution1 stage that drew the attention of the fans. Clad in black leather and a mean look in her eyes, the woman stood at the top of the ramp; hands tagging on the inside of the black studded vest she wore. Adilene Floyd: "Making her way to the ring from Perth, Western Australia... weighing in at 150 lbs... she is the AW UNITED STATES CHAMPION... JESSIE LEE!! With the announcement of her name, the pugilist powerhouse descends down the rampway and proceeds to circle around the ring as she interacts with various fans along the way. Until she shifts her gaze to the ring, that is. With a sudden burst of speed, she slides into the ring and springs up to her feet; talking a metric ton of trash as she haphazardly throws her vest to the outside of the ring. Clearly, this Aussie was here to fight. Chris Avery: Clearly, Jessie Lee is outgunned here in terms of size and strength, but she doesn't call herself the Aussie Assault for nothing, her smashmouth, gritty fighting style has served her well in AW. Billy: And that's not just one of her dozen nicknames! She really backs it up!! Chris Avery: Jessie has an axe to grind with Sitcom, as they had a previous interaction several months back... but now tonight, only ONE can go on to Glory, and Jessie is determined to make up for that loss! The bell sounds and both competitors circle each other for a good long second, Jessie keeping his distance as well as trying to keep an eye out for Johnny Beckman. Sitcom walks over to Jessie, calling for a tie up. Before they can even get it started Jessie kicks Sitcom in the knee. She begins firing away at Sitcom's forehead with rights, but Sitcom gets in a few shots to her ribcage. The fists fly furiously for a moment, back and forth with ye olde RIGHT HANDS!, RIGHT HANDS!, RIGHT HANDS!,. until Jessie begins to pepper Sitcom ferociously, cutting him off and backing Sitcom up into the ropes, and continuing to hammer him as Sitcom just leans against the ropes. Jessie then backs up, runs across the ring, goes off the ropes and charges towards Sitcom, but Sitcom just flattens her with a big boot. Sitcom follows it up and lands a monstrous leg drop across Jessie's throat. Sitcom goes to pick up Jessie by the back of the head. Jessie, fighting from underneath, hits Sitcom in the gut once, twice and three times before getting up to her feet. Jessie then hits Sitcom with a jawbreaker that sends Sitcom's head flinging back, and him stumbling/shuffling away. Chris Avery: Jessie Lee has really opened up the fists in the early goings, but as much as she can try, I don't think anything she's managed has been able to stop Sitcom. I'm not even sure she can get him off his feet. Billy: I’m not surprised at all. Sitcom is at least 200 lbs heavier than Jessie, and he has shown, to use ahem, nerd, reddit forum language, the ability to tank more offense and keep coming than anyone can believe. Jessie catches her breath a bit before scrambling to her feet and grabbing the dazed and blinking Sitcom. Then Jessie drops Sitcom in a single-arm DDT, which manages to bring Sitcom down a level and Sitcom rolls over, still aware, just blinking. Johnny Beckman shouts at his monster to get up. Lee gets up and goes to lift Sitcom, having quite a bit of trouble deadlifting and maneuvering the hefty Sitcom. She clubs him over the back as she holds him in a facelock. Sitcom tries to flail his arms and shove her off. Jessie, showing the tenacity that made her a persistent force in the Hardcore division, bite Sitcom on the cheek, hard enough to make the big man squeal, tears starting to form on his eyes. Jessie then puts Sitcom’s head between her legs as the fans go ballistic, Jessie obviously trying to position Sitcom towards the corner with the intention of lifting him up, dashing across the ring and buckle bombing him into oblivion. Chris Avery: I could almost be over this early folks! Jessie is setting up for the Dead Drop already! Billy: There is no way she can lift Sitcom like that. As if hearing Billy and proving his point expertly, Sitcom stuffs it when Jessie tries to lift him. Jessie snarls and tries again, and Sitcom raises up to his full height, back body dropping Lee and sending her sailing into the lights. Jessie hits the mat with a crash, and rolls around, selling her back as if she's spasming and contorting. Sitcom angrily picks up Jessie and holds her close to his face; he yells a variety of choice words only fit for streaming content, not prime-time, and then Sitcom executes a two handed choke bomb. Jessie yells and holds her lower back again, in a world of pain. Relentless, the monstrous Sitcom lifts Jessie up, giving her a series of wicked clubs to the back. He whips Jessie into the corner and goes for a splash, sandwiching Jessie. Jessie leans out as Sitcom exits the corner, and Jessie is groaning and holding her chest as if she was just steamrolled. Johnny Beckman, liking what he's seeing, pounds the mat and yells for Sitcom to stay on her. Sitcom whips Jessie into the opposite corner, coming in for a second splash. Jessie stumbles outward into a military press, Sitcom lifting her up in a display of strength, then Sitcom simply lets her drop face first onto the canvas. Sitcom lifts Jessie, and begins to lay a series of punches into Jessie's forehead, beating him down into a seated position. Sitcom then tries to apply a trapezius hold submission, but Jessie struggles to keep Sitcom's hand from bearing down on her collarbone, pushing with both hands, screaming with effort. Jessie finally is able to grab Sitcom by the head and drop down to her knee, executing a coconut crush, which makes Sitcom release the hold. Chris Avery: We knew this would be a difficult task for Jessie, but she's doing everything she can to break the grip! Jessie lifts Sitcom up, but she is cut off by a headbutt. Sitcom yanks Jessie over to the ropes and begins choking her violently on the middle. The referee starts counting Sitcom for disqualification, and Beckman yells at Sitcom to ignore the ref and do some damage. Finally Sitcom releases. Jessie falls onto her side, gasping and trying to get some air into her lungs. Sitcom lifts her up and plants the Aussie with a torture rack flapjack, then he covers. The referee: One... Two... kickout. Taking his time, Sitcom hoists Lee up again, calling for a powerbomb. Jessie breaks free and tattoos him with a right to the jaw. Jessie begins to slowly fight back, she lands punch after punch, making Sitcom stumble off. She runs off the ropes, hitting the bigger man with a shoulder block that knocks Sitcom back a bit. Then Jessie executes a clothesline sending Sitcom into the ropes. Then Jessie runs and hits a lariat, with sufficient speed and force to dipsy-do them both over the ropes and spill to the outside! The crowd reacts in shock that Jessie took Sitcom over the ropes! The referee, also shocked, because wow, that is a thing that happened, holds his hands up in the air, then tells them to get in the ring. ONE… Both competitors stagger to their feet. TWO… And when they are both on their feet, they stumble around before turning to meet each other... THREE… Sitcom grabs Jessie's arm, and whips Jessie into the steel steps, and Jessie hits with a loud crash! FOUR… Sitcom lifts up Jessie and tosses her into the ring, but keeps her head under the ropes and on the side where Sitcom is. FIVE… Sitcom slams his elbow right across the throat of Jessie. SIX… Sitcom taunts the crowd as they boo… finally, Sitcom breaks the count and gets back in the ring. Sitcom places Jessie between his legs and executes a powerbomb that drives Jessie right through the mat. Chris Avery: Laugh Track!! Did you see the amount of power Sitcom put behind that??! Billy: Much like the lung power you're going to summon to yell out move names in the last quarter of the match!! Chris Avery: WILL YOU STOP UNDERCUTTING THE DRAMA OF THE MATCH WITH YOUR META ANALYSIS OF TROPES?? Sitcom covers... The referee: One... Two… Kickout. Beckman shouts at the referee for a second, and he doesn't notice Sitcom looking lost and needing his direction. Beckman finally turns to shout at Sitcom, telling him to finish the deal so they can walk out of here with both titles, and Sitcom nods, seeming to gather his thoughts before turning and stomping on Jessie's sternum. Sitcom hoists Jessie up and whips him into the ropes. He swings for a big boot, but Jessie ducks, running to the opposite ropes. When he comes back, Jessie jumps and PLOWS into him with a Super(wo)man punch that rocks the 400-lb TV champ, but doesn't floor him. Jessie Lee, picking up a spurt of adrenaline, races to the ropes, comes off them for added momentum, and charges in at the stumbling Sitcom, and again, Super(Wo)man punch! Chris Avery: Back to back, BOOM and BOOM!! Sitcom, dazed, turns in a lazy, bumblebee-like stumbling arc before falling to one knee. Jessie picks Sitcom up and puts him in a position for a sudden piledriver. Sitcom uses all of his weigh and just makes Jessie fall flat on her back. Sitcom gets to his feet, obviously feeling the effects of the match thus far. Then he picks up Jessie and puts his head between his legs. Sitcom lifts Jessie’s body up and then executes a sit-down piledriver. He picks Jessie up and whips her off the ropes. Sitcom grabs Lee on the rebound and executes a snap powerslam. Sitcom goes to pick Jessie up again.. but Jessie has been following the rope-a-dope strategy or else was taking all of this abuse just in case it lulled Sitcom in enough for her to roll him into an inside cradle. Either way, she brings Sitcom down and rolls him into a pin! The referee: One... Two... Th- Kickout. Not wasting a second to press the advantage as Sitcom is shaking out of the inside cradle pin, Jessie runs to the ropes and bounces off, sprinting back to meet a downed, kneeling Sitcom and punt him right in the side of the head. Jessie's follow-through is enough to rock Sitcom and flip him over onto his back, and, finished with her kick, Jessie sprawls on the mat. Both competitors are down breathing heavily, Jessie grabbing her back in pain. Chris Avery: These two are giving it everything they have, knowing there MUST be a winner, only one person can walk out of here tonight! This is about more than the TV Title! This is about more than the US title! This is about being able to say you made it to the finals of GLORY, this is about PRIDE!! Both Jessie and Sitcom lay out, as Johnny Beckman bangs on the mat, and the referee checks on them. At length, both begin turning over and crawling, using ropes for purchase. After both men are on their feet, Jessie boots Sitcom in the kneecap, taking him down to one knee, where Jessie begins to unload with a furious assault of right hands. Jessie gives Sitcom a swinging neckbreaker. Jessie lifts Sitcom back up, and goes to whip him to the corner, but Sitcom resists. She tries again but the big man will not be budged. Finally, Sitcom sends Jessie into the corner on his own. Jessie hits chest first and stumbles out, holding her sternum. Sitcom comes running in looking for a splash, but Jessie moves, and Sitcom hits the turnbuckles. Sitcom turns around, and Jessie is waiting for him... and in almost superhuman display, Jessie Lee... LIFTS SITCOM! ONTO HER SHOULDER! SWAYING AND ROCKING! SHE HAS THE 400 POUNDER UP! SHE FALLS TO HER KNEES WITH AN ARGENTINE BACKBREAKER! HOH MY GOD, THE CROWD GOES NUTS!! Chris Avery: I.... DON'T...... BELIEVE IT!!!! Billy: SHHHHHHHHHH - Chris Avery: IT WASN'T THE CLEANEST OR PRETTIEST LIFT BUT - Billy: -HHIIIIITTTTTF- Chris Avery: JESSIE LEE JUST LIFTED THE 400 POUND TELEVISION CHAMPION AND GAVE HIM THE BISHBREAKER!! Billy: -FIRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!! The crowd is going crazy for that insane display, as a winded Jessie lays back on the mat, selling how much effort that took and what a tremendous strain that was. Johnny Beckman has his hands in his hair in utter shock and perplexment, as Sitcom is down! Several long seconds pass by, as Jessie is too weak to capitalize... but finally, she is able to crawl over and drape an arm over Sitcom! Chris Avery: No way NO WAY!! Billy: Do we have a DUAL CHAMPION? The referee: One... Two... Thre- Kickout! The crowd lets a disappointed groan, as Jessie sits up, eyes searching with shock as if she is trying to figure out what more she can do. Finally, the Brutal Bitch snarls, and asserts herself. Jessie goes to lift Sitcom up, but she is cut off by an uppercut. Jessie stumbles away as Sitcom begins rising, already set and ready like a Terminator fueled by chicken pot pie. Sitcom runs at Jessie, swinging for a clothesline. Jessie ducks, Sitcom turns around and Jessie is able to give him a side effect-like slam. Jessie grabs Sitcom's knee and stomps on it a few times, before locking in a kneebar, twisting and wrenching that wheel she's kicked out once or twice. Sitcom yells and thrashes around, holding his face. Jessie twists the leg sideways as if she's trying to rip off the leg. After several torturous moments, Sitcom crawls to the ropes and grabs on, forcing Jessie to break the hold. Jessie now picks up Sitcom and drills him with a few big right hands and irish whips him into the ropes, and on the bounce back, she is finally able to drop him easily with a Yakuza kick. Jessie is feeling it now, as she paces around the ring, saying this is the HorrorCore Hottie's time and SHE is going to GLORY. She now picks up Sitcom's head and puts it between his legs, calling for a powerbomb, but Sitcom counters it by floating down using his longer base and smashing Jessie into the mat with a Michinoku driver!. Jessie, clutching the back of her neck in pain slowly gets up and turns around into one of the most hellacious, scooped up and spine on the pine AA spinebusters the people in the front row have ever seen. Chris Avery: You really have to wonder what Jessie Lee can do, most of her signature moves involve LIFTING the 400 pound Sitcom, and she struggled doing that once! Billy: I mean, she can try literally anything else except powerbombs!! Sitcom lifts Jessie up, going for the Season Finale chokeslam, but Jessie kicks him in the kneecap again. Sitcom stumbles around, holding his knee, as Jessie runs in and clips Sitcom's knee out from under him. The speedier Jessie then takes Sitcom's leg, pulling him over to the ringpost and his legs under it, as she climbs outside, and she smashes Sitcom's knee against the post. Chris Avery: Jessie Lee is taking advantage of the rules, this is NOT a No DQ match! Billy: She is absolutely not breaking any rules by doing this!! Chris Avery: Then why is the referee telling her to stop or she'll get disqualified? Billy: Well I don't fucking know, Avery, it's not like the rules of the patriarchy prevent women from reaching their potential. I mean, god forbid women do ANYTHING!! Jessie finally climbs back into the ring, and Sitcom is getting up from the corner, holding his knee. Jessie gives Sitcom a boot to the temple, knocking him flat on his back, seemingly spent from the brutal match. Then, Jessie applies an ankle lock to Sitcom. Sitcom screams in pain for a second, then he is able to turn his body, using his leg strength to push Jessie off and across the ring. Sitcom holds his wounded leg. Jessie comes back in with a club to the back of Sitcom's head. She lifts Sitcom up, and irish whips him to the ropes. Sitcom puts on the brakes by grabbing the ropes. Jessie runs at Sitcom and Sitcom just takes him down with a uranage. Jessie grabs her back as Sitcom is just down to one knee, unable to put any weight on his leg due to the fact that Jessie has been ripping that knee apart for like, three minutes. Sitcom gets back up to a vertical base. Sitcom's head whips around, and he seems to get an idea. Johnny Beckman's eyes widen, and he starts pointing and shouting at Sitcom, shouting "No! No!" like he's telling a dog to stay off the sofa, but just like that dog, this is Sitcom's own original thought and he will not be dissuaded. Sitcom goes to the corner and slowly gets to the second rope. Then Sitcom jumps off the second rope and lands a splash right on the chest of Jessie. The fans then start an “HOLY SHIT" chant. Chris Avery: HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS?? Billy: THEY REGISTERED THAT ON THE RICHTER SCALE! ALSO JESSIE LEE MAY BE DEAD!! Both competitors are down as the referee starts counting them both out… ONE.. both are motionless yet still breathing. TWO… Sitcom slowly gets up. THREE… Sitcom backs into a corner to rest as Jessie struggles to move, holding her chest as if she's having trouble breathing... FOUR… Jessie begins to get to one knee. Jessie gets to a vertical base and Sitcom charges. Sitcom is taken down by a Samoan drop, as Jessie uses Sitcom's momentum against him. Sitcom hits the mat, with an impact to shake the ring!! An exhausted Jessie covers... The referee: One... Two... Thre... Kickout! Jessie yells in frustration, as does Johnny Beckman, who can't believe what he's seeing. Jessie goes over to Sitcom to pick him up and Sitcom lifts up Lee and blasts her with a headbutt. Then Sitcom eggs Jessie to get up moving his fingers rapidly. Jessie gets up and faces Sitcom and Sitcom goes for the chokeslam set up. Jessie gets in the chokeslam hold. Sitcom lifts him up and Jessie reverses with a DDT in midair. Both are down again. The referee has given up on counting both of them out, content to just let this end however they want, because neither one is going to stop. Finally, both Sitcom and Jessie are getting up in opposite corners. Chris Avery: BACK AND FORTH THIS BATTLE HAS RAGED!! Billy: So much is at stake! Sitcom steps forward, gathering Jessie up and puts Jessie in the setup for a running powerslam. Jessie slides off Sitcom's shoulder, and uses all her strength and is able to turn it around into a tombstone piledriver. Jessie goes for a cover.) The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE... Kickout! Chris Avery: This is insane. How much more can anyone take?? Jessie boots Sitcom in the gut as he gets up, looking for the double underhook facebuster setup, but Sitcom pulls his head clear, gripping Jessie from behind and lifting her up in a TORTURE RACK. Jessie's face is turning bright red as the massive seven-footer lifts her all the way up in the air and wrenches her back across his shoulders. Jessie yells in pain, selling the beating her back has been taken, reaches out with her free arm to the ropes. Chris Avery: THE VERTICAL HOLD IS LOCKED IN! SITCOM IS BENDING HER OVER HIS SHOULDERS NEARLY IN HALF! Billy: Televisions haven't depended on horizontal or vertical in like forty years, how old is this guy?? Several long seconds pass by in the hold. The torture rack is being bounced over Sitcom's shoulders as he bears down with both hands, bending Jessie around his massive neck. Jessie screams and flails her free arm. Sitcom scoots on his back away from the ropes, but Jessie keeps trying and eventually is able to inch closer and grab on to the top rope, hooking an arm around it. An enraged Sitcom throws Jessie down to the mat, and he angrily walks over to the turnbuckle and starts ripping off the pad, exposing it, paying no heed to Beckman now. The ref gets in his face, telling him about the dangers of disqualification, and Sitcom pushes her aside. Sitcom lifts Jessie, intending to run him forward and introduce his face to the steel turnbuckle, but Jessie pushes him off, and Sitcom hits the turnbuckle chest first. Jessie charges Sitcom, and Sitcom sidesteps. Jessie stops himself just inches away from hitting the exposed steel himself. He senses Sitcom coming up behind him and he quickly slips onto the apron. As Sitcom gets close enough, Jessie kicks out between the ropes, hitting Sitcom in his bad knee. Sitcom stumbles, and falls face first onto the exposed steel. Sitcom stumbles away, holding his forehead as a few streams of blood run through his fingers, and as he holds his wounded face, stumbling around, Jessie slips in behind him and rolls him up. The referee and the crowd: ONE... TWO... THREE - KICKOUT! Jessie sits up, an air of desperation on her face and staring wildly at the referee. Sitcom is sitting there, holding his bleeding face. Jessie Lee pleads with the ref to tell her that was three. Chris Avery: We've been witnessing a five-star classic, and my prediction here is that whoever wins this match has shown that they have the willpower necessary to go all the way. If they give this effort... whoever leaves here with these titles will WIN GLORY!!Sitcom rolls over, holding his face, as a snarling Jessie gets up, stalking Sitcom. Lee turns him around and Sitcom grabs her and CHOKESLAMS HER!! Billy: THE FINALE!!She roars back to life! Billy: HOLY SHIT! Chris Avery: OH MY GOD!Sitcom grabs her again and CHOKESLAMS HER A SECOND TIME!! He collapses onto her! One! Two! She tries to kick out but just can't! Three! DING DING DING!! Billy: SITCOM IS THE NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION!!Chris Avery: HOLY SHIT WE HAVE A DOUBLE CHAMPION!!The crowd can't believe it as Jessie Lee is in the corner trying to come too and Ice gets into the ring and holds both belts up! Billy: SITCOM HAS DONE IT! ITS DIONYSUS AND SITCOM IN THE FINALS OF GLORY AND IT'LL BE FOR THE UNITED STATES TITLE!!Chris Avery: SITCOM JUST WON HIS SECOND TITLE! HAS THE DUDER EVER LOST!?Billy: SITCOM IS LIKE ONE OF FOUR WRESTLERS TO EVER HOLD TWO BELTS! THIS IS IMPRESSIVE!Sitcom wants his belts back but Beckman is trying to get him out of the ring as we fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 23:32:42 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Jul 24, 2023 23:41:22 GMT -5
Main Event Jake Paul vs. Carter Shaw
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. “Crawl” by Kings of Leon hits and the crowd boos loudly as Jake Paul appears on stage in a white Boxing robe. He shadow boxes on the stage for a few moments before walking down the ramp. He poses at the bottom of the ramp, his arms raised high as the crowd pelts him with garbage. Billy: He's using Tortures music! Chris Avery: Ugh, I know!Jake Paul ascends the steel ring steps and steps between the ring ropes. He slips the robe off, with his eyes fixed on Shaw’s. Billy: And here’s a match I can’t say I could have thought would ever happen!Chris Avery: Ever since Jill Park won the World Heavyweight Championship in January, Jake Paul has been there every step of the way. He’s helped her cheat, he’s ensured, on more than one occasion that she remained on top.Billy: And no moment was more egregious than what we witnessed at Evolution! But tonight, maybe we see him finally get the comeuppance he so richly deserves!Both men converge on the center of the ring, and the official speaks to both of them before ringing the bell. Jake Paul puts his fists up, in a standard orthodox boxing stance. Shaw moves in but Jake throws a quick jab that catches Shaw on the jaw and gets him to step back a step. Jake moves in throwing a big overhand right that Shaw ducks and quickly hits a knee strike to Paul’s open midsection, sending him reeling back. Shaw grins at Jake, and clearly is holding back, taunting him. Paul advances again, swinging wildly, which again is evaded by Shaw. Billy: Shaw seems to be toying with Jake Paul!Paul backs up a step and then SPITS in Shaw’s face! Chris Avery: Jake Paul just spit in Carter Shaw’s face!Paul grins as he moves in, and throws a hook that is blocked by Shaw. He throws a couple jabs, but those are blocked as well. Another hook, but Shaw ducks and OBLITERATES Paul with a short elbow strike that connects on his jaw! He staggers back, clearly dazed. Shaw moves in, closing the distance quickly with a leaping knee strike that cuts through Paul’s guard and connects AGAIN with his jaw! Billy: Jake Paul is DOWN!Chris Avery: And he may be out! But I don’t think Carter Shaw is quite finished yet!Shaw mounts the downed Paul and starts to rain down elbow strikes, all connecting on the forehead! Jake Paul is cut open quickly! Shaw stands over a beaten Jake Paul, but still…he isn’t done. He hoists Paul up, and into a vertical suplex lift… CONCUSSION PROTOCOL!Chris Avery: Jake Paul spiked into the mat!Shaw grabs hold of both of Paul’s legs, locking in his submission hold, the END QUOTE!Paul doesn’t tap though, as he appears to be knocked out. Before the referee can confirm and ring the bell, somebody in a hoodie slides into the ring and SMASHES A CHAIR OVER SHAW’S HEAD!Billy: SHITFIRE! WHAT A BRUTAL SHOT WITH A CHAIR!Chris Avery: Who is that?They quickly pull down the hood revealing it to be…Jill Park. Billy: OF COURSE! Of course it’s Jill Park! She wasn’t injured, she wasn’t hurt at all! It was all a plan, all along!Chris Avery: We should have seen it coming!With Shaw laid out on the mat, Jill helps Jake to his feet. He’s still woozy but she sets him up in a corner. She pats him on the shoulder, telling him it’s going to be alright. She looks back at Shaw, chair in hand, before turning back around and SMASHING JAKE PAUL IN THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR! Billy: SHITFIRE! I guess she IS done with Jake Paul!The force of the chair shot sends Paul up and over the top rope, spilling to the floor. Jill leans over the top rope, screaming at him. Jill Park: I didn’t need you! I NEVER needed you! I never needed ANYONE!Jill turns to see Shaw trying to get to his feet, and she sprints across the ring, planting him with a CANCEL CULTURE curbstomp! Shaw’s face is driven into the canvas as the crowd continues to boo loudly once again. Chris Avery: Jill Park has been off her rocker for quite some time but it seems somehow ratchet up each week! She has decimated Jake Paul and she is looking to do the same to her number one contender. It’s sickening!Jill rolls out of the ring, grabbing a microphone before sliding back into the ring, standing over her fallen challenger. Jill Park: Say what you want, Shaw. You ain’t got the killer instinct like you used to. Hell, maybe you never had it to begin with. You might not want an injured opponent going into our match, as to cast doubt on a potential victory. Thankfully, I don’t have the same hangup.Dropping the microphone and grabs the chair. Billy: Not again!Chris Avery: We’ve seen this so many times! SOMEONE has to put a stop to Jill Park damnit!Park hoists the chair up, and sends it crashing down onto the right ankle of Shaw! He cries out in pain as she hits it a SECOND TIME! She holds the chair up high in her right hand as some sort of trophy. Billy: AGAIN, Jill Park has assaulted the ankle of Carter Shaw!Chris Avery: What does this mean for Guts/Glory? Can Carter Shaw compete? Can Carter Shaw once again defy the odds and end the reign of Jill Park? Can Jill Park be stopped at all?
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