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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 21:37:25 GMT -5
Chris Avery: We are LIVE on Monday Night Clash, and we are just one week away from UPRISING! The main event scene could see a sizeable landscape shift in one night!Billy: Hell yeah bud, the AW World Title is on the line in a ladder match between the reigning, defending, unstoppable Jill Park, taking on Carter Shaw AND Tatiana Jolee. But ohhh ho, that ain't all!Chris Avery: We see right now, suspended above the ring, underneath that ladder, is what it's all about. The briefcase, containing the contract. The All-In Ladder match! And Billy, this year it's one of the most crowded and contentious fields we've had in a long time!Billy: I know, I know, you don't have to sell me on it!!Chris Avery: Undefeated monsters on hot streaks such as this year's GLORY Winner The Sitcom! Stables filled with burgeoning young superstars nipping at their next big opportunity, such as Tailor Made For Greatness or Elysium! Wild, unpredictable teams like the Ban Bros or the NEW Tag Team Champions, Gerard Angelo and Jonny Cedrone!! And -Billy: I told you, I'm sold!Suddenly, the opening notes to "Before I Forget" by Slipknot hit on the PA, and the arena darkens. Chris Avery: And this man.As the already-hyped crowd goes insane, radiating a nuclear-hot wave of vitriol towards the entrance ramp, a figure steps out onto the darkened stage. Wearing a shredded denim vest with a sewn hood and carrying the Hardcore title belt by one, burned and blistered strap, Downfall strides onto the stage, and as the arena lights brighten, he pauses. His hooded face pensive with thought, Downfall stares at the ring, and his eyes bore directly into the setup in the ring; The ladder, fixed point in the center, and hanging above it, tantalizingly symbolic, is the All-In briefcase. Downfall throws his belt over his shoulder and marches to the ring, and when he gets in, he stares up the ladder, at the briefcase above, for a moment, and then, he walks over and takes a mic, and he paces around the ladder, holding the Hardcore title belt over one shoulder and beginning a promo. Downfall: We in this industry talk a lot -He pauses, seeming to find that funny, and immediately qualifying that with withering sarcasm. Downfall: In fact, I've been told many a time I talk more than most. But there are a few good reasons for that, first and primarily is 'cause there ain't been a damn person in the back lately that's shut me up, and you can fact check that one. But more than that, I'm the one with eyes on this, seeing what many of these complacent sheep aren't. Every word floating through the aether out there from soft-penised little attention whores who walk around here talking about reaching for their brass rings, finding their Valhalla... coming to their own, perfect, Hollywood Ending. They don't see a bigger picture. They only see what they're tunnel-visioned into; Staring straight up that ladder. Staring at the briefcase swinging over their heads, each one of them deluding themselves into thinking they know what it means for them. They may as well be nine hungry men and women on a boat, watching before their deluded and dehydrated eyes as the All-In briefcase turns into a god damn cartoon turkey dinner.He paces around, and the briefcase swings overhead, it's shadow crossing over him. Downfall: But I see it clearly. And I want you all to see THIS clearly, because it's time I reminded each one of you in this ladder match who the fuck I am. I'm not, as someone who can't even GET to the main event with a hand-written map would like you to believe; A champion of "weak fools", taking the easiest roads imaginable; No, I have been clawing, and fighting, for a shot at a title I never was pinned for. And even when I've fallen short in that goal, I've come closer. And closer. In fact, it was at All-In... LAST year, where you all saw that briefcase IN my hands. It was being unhooked and coming down with me. And if I hadn't been distracted by two very petty little people using my erstwhile partner as a cheap distraction, there would have been no rise of Jill Park. There would have BEEN no reign of terror, no cheap, skating by wins with Jake Paul, nobody crying on the fucking internet about Torture loving Jake Paul. The briefcase was in my hands then. And now?He looks up at it. Absently, he pulls the hood off of his head, and stares, straight up into space. He isn't imagining possibilities. He knows for a certainty: Downfall: And now there's nobody that's going to stop me from pulling it down. There is nothing stopping a fully focused Downfall from climbing up this ladder. Point blank. Not Corey Black. Not Gerard Angelo... who I've already proven I can beat, and moved on past, only to still hear them talking their shit, laughably, every time we have these multi-man situations. Serenity Holmes? TFK and his geek squad of Doc Holiday and Jessie fucking Lee? Don't belong on this level. Cedrone? Odin? People I've already shattered? Or do you want to talk about Dionysus, and his newfound "confidence" with Elysium, where -He mockingly shows a frightened, spooked look into the camera, even letting out a sardonic theater gasp - Downfall: The ever so colorless rube Alastor showed Dionysus what Elysium was REALLY all about - his coming to the dance, big statement of intent was having to resort to fucking Ebb and Flow, the stupidest named pair of red-shirted goons in history, to cause a predictable bailout and DQ him to escape being PINNED by Jessie Lee in a tag team match ... Or, was his real coming out party where he needed the god damn help of Alastor to cheat to beat Joey Scala?He laughs to himself. Downfall: But again, I'm not sweating it because this year, Dion ain't the bait. I'm not partnered with, have no affinity for, and couldn't give two squirts of piss whether hooligans jack Dionysus up, drag his lifeless ass out onto the stage, even let him get ravaged by a pack of wild baboons. There is NOTHING stopping me now. And THAT is the point. Eliminating dead weight. Removing shackles. Without distractions, without doubts, moving closer and closer, step by step this entire calendar year.He puts one foot on the ladder. He lets the Hardcore strap fall from his shoulder, as he begins to climb, one foot, and then the other, fixed on the All-In briefcase the entire time. Downfall: It doesn't matter if it's -The arena’s lights go black, plunging the inside into darkness causing a nervous murmur to flush over the crowd. The ActionTron lights up suddenly, reflecting the night sky over water when stars start flying at the screen with the familiar orchestra music. They turn on the water and fly toward a familiar mountain with the sunrise behind it. The 21 stars form two-thirds of a circle over the mountain but instead of “Paramount”, the cursive font reads “Gerard Angelo” and the crowd fucking boos. “I CAN’T STOP!” The lights start to flash as “STOP” repeats over and over from different speakers in the arena as the beat starts to build and then it drops. BOOM An explosion of gold fireworks goes off. “I CAN’T STOP!” The house lights come back on as the hook of “Who Gon Stop Me” rings out through the jam-packed arena as the crowd continues to boo. The lights come back on as Kanye West’s voice serenades the people as they give loud boos, Gerard Angelo is shown standing on stage, dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit, his sunglasses on with one of the Action Wrestling Tag Team Titles over his shoulder. The opposite hand holds a microphone, the fading music replaced by loud boos from the sold-out audience. Gerry smirks and brings the mic up to his lips. Gerard Angelo: Look at all of you long-winded fucks, boring the arena half to death with your monologues. The people came here to be entertained, not listen to you all say the same shit you’re just gonna repeat next week heading into Uprising. They don't need to be lulled to sleep at Scotiabank Arena by ADub wrestlers, they have a whole season of watching the Raptors for that.The crowd boos loudly as Angelo slowly makes his way down the ramp, smirk etched across his face. Gerard Angelo: So I’m gonna give y’all something different. Look at all these different folks in the All-In ladder match. Some would say it’s a representation of the past, present, and future of the company. Of the industry. But I would say it’s like the ingredients of a salad. Oh, yeah, Sitcom. A salad is like a mix of vegetables and fruit in a bowl that people eat. You probably don’t know what those are since they're not deep-fried in chocolate sauce.The crowd boos as Gerard walks up the steel stairs before going to the middle of the apron, leaning on the top rope as he looks at the competitors. Gerard Angelo: You got folks like Jessie Lee, Doc Holiday, and my tag partner Cedrone. You guys are like the lettuce of the salad. Cheap, boring, and only good when it’s paired with better things. You’re just here to fill the bowl.You got Corey Black and Odin Balfore. You are like croutons. Old, stale, bread looking for a second life. Even when you get seasoned up and baked in the oven, you are still just stale bread trying to get one more shot at glory.
Dionysus, old buddy. You’re a tomato. Not just because you’re as red and juicy as one. You’re a tomato because on your own your meh and you always need some other ingredients to make you palpable.
Serenity, you’re the cheese because you’re just a cheesy knockoff of your pops.
Sitcom, you’re the egg. Just because you look like a fucking hardboiled egg.
I can’t forget you, Downfall. You’re the onion in this salad and not because you think you make people cry. You’re an onion because even as you peel away all these layers, you still fucking stink.
Gerard Angelo is like the dressing of this salad. The star of the show, the one everyone gets excited for. I’m tangy. I’m sweet. I’m savory. I bring all of this together and your old lady thinks I’m delicious.He looks up at the hanging briefcase and points to it. Gerard Angelo: That briefcase is coming home with me. There’s no other way about it. I have to reset the Action Wrestling timeline that became poisoned when MY World title was stolen from me by a spoiled brat and her co-president sugar daddy. I don’t care how many of you I need to maim and cripple to accomplish this, I will do it with a clear conscious. The briefcase is mine. The World Heavyweight Championship is mine. Jill Park is mine. All-In is All-Angelo. The crowd begins to cheer as the ActionTron comes to life. Billy: “Where are they?!”We see our hooded hero standing amongst the crowd with Gloria by his side. He stands there very still, looking down towards the ring and all the competitors involved in the All-In Briefcase match at Uprising. Gloria lifts a mic up to her lips. Gloria: “As you look at all of the names that are involved in this All-In Briefcase Match at Uprising, you can actually feel the excitement course through your veins.”“The who’s who of professional wrestling all fighting in the same ring for the same prize. Ten competitors fighting over one goal: to become the number one contender to the Action Wrestling World Championship.”
“On paper it can virtually and literally be anybody that can win this. Of course everyone says that they’re going to win it. Downfall, Dionysus, even Jonny’s esteemed tag team partner, Gerard Angelo…they all lay claim to the fact that they deserve to be number one contender for one reason or another. Sitcom, Serenity and Doc Holiday…they all feel that they deserve the opportunity if nothing else. Corey Black, Balfore and Jessie Lee all say that they’re the only ones that have any chance to win this fight at all!”Heavy boos from the crowd. Gloria: “When I look at all of the names involved in this fight, I see a lot of people that Jonny Cedrone owes a bit of retribution to. I see a few names that Jonny has never had the opportunity to face until Uprising. I see nine unfortunate souls who are so filled with dreams, hope and desperation that will have a hard pill to swallow once they look up from the carnage and see Jonny Cedrone standing atop of that ladder with the briefcase in his hand.”Cheers from the fans. Gloria: “Jonny has so much hatred, rage and frustration that he’s had pent up for so long now that’s ready to be unleashed. At Uprising, he’s going to do just that. He’s going to inflict so much pain and suffering on all of you that you’ll never be the same again. He’s going to maim, destroy, cripple and annihilate every one of you. And while you’re lying there in a vegetative state, your minds may still be alert enough to realize what’s happening around you, but there’s nothing that you can do about what you see. What you’ll see is all of your hopes, all of your dreams going down the drain as Jonny Cedrone climbs that very ladder and takes that very briefcase and becomes the number one contender to the World Championship.”
“You’ll see the beginning of the end of your ambitions and the next step in Jonny’s journey to become the next World Champion!”The fans erupt in cheers! "Synthetic Sympathy" by Trash Boat plays from the interior of the arena's surround systems, interrupting the last person's session on the microphone. The camera searches around the hall for the cruiserweight champion until the teenage sensation, Serenity Holmes, walks down the stairs in the crowd section in front of the rugged camera. She looks off to the other competitors in the ring or ringside. Or whatever they're positioned. Billy: She just survived the cage match not more than 2 hours ago against Zombie McMorris!!Chris Avery: She looks like it!Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SERENITY! SERENITY! SERENITY! SERENITY! SERENITY! SERENITY! Serenity adjusts her black studded hat and her black studded leather jacket, then tightly grip the cruiserweight championship belt over her right shoulder. She holds the microphone in her right hand until waving it around, being on CLASH again. She's had some exciting moments, especially in the All-In ladder match last year at UPRISING. Serenity nods to the rhythm of the audience's chants until they die down to where she speaks into the microphone. Serenity Holmes: As I stand here right now looking at everyone else in this match, these are the most enormous odds I've ever encountered.The cruiserweight champion looks to the rest of the competitors and keeps standing on the stairs in the aisle, having her eyes set on every competitor in the building. Serenity Holmes: However, I was in this match before last year, and although I didn't win, I want everyone to take note of something. How many cruiserweights do you see in this match? Just one. Why? Because last year, two of us, myself and Teo Blaze, were cruiserweight champions. Every year, the cruiserweight champion gets added to the match as a wildcard, but another cruiserweight person kept their eye on them, and that was me who went and beat Teo Blaze to become champion. I didn't stop there because I went to make history by becoming the inaugural undisputed cruiserweight champion in Action Wrestling history!
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Serenity Holmes: Every time the impossible is in front of me, I make it possible. That's why I'm here, and Alexander Pasternak announced me in this match. In my short time here, I've dominated CruiserClash and elevated the division so high that it co-main evented Evolution VI for the first time, and I became undisputed. At the same time, our world champion needed Jake Paul to defeat my sister, Lissie Hope.Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK JILL PARK! FUCK JILL PARK! FUCK JILL PARK! FUCK JILL PARK! Serenity rolls her eyes. Serenity Holmes: Everyone in this match has had an opportunity to become world champion or has already been world champion, but no one bats an eye when a cruiserweight has something to say. Jill, last week on Monday Night CLASH, responded directly to me when I called her undeserving, and I'm exactly right for saying so. There's only one world championship caliber wrestler at this moment who is ready to become world champion for the first time and be the youngest ever to do it but better yet, to hold both the cruiserweight championship and world heavyweight championship!She points at the All-In briefcase hanging above the ring. Serenity Holmes: And what better way to do that when winning the All-In briefcase?!The audience roars again, and Serenity looks off at the other competitors inside the Scotia Bank Arena in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Serenity Holmes: I know you have your motivations to win, but I don't care about what or who you are. All of you are simply stepping stones and impossible odds in my path to where I need to go because the hottest thing in this company is me, even from CruiserClash. Everything I do means something in this company; meanwhile, the rest of you are pining for an opportunity simply because it was waved in front of your face. I do this to become the best and the best of all time, which none of you can hold compared to me!She looks off to them and raises the championship belt up again. “Built For This” by Vo Williams hits the arena and the Action Tron comes to life with a lit up black screen. A Gold T flashes across the screen, followed by an M, an F, a G. The letters flicker until they turn into the name Tailor Made For Greatness. The Action Tron shows a camera as it pans to the upper deck luxury suites where TMFG stand just casually with champagne glasses in hand watching the events around them. TFK dressed in the finest dark blue Armani suit and designer shades, his hair spiked in all the right places, and his Million Dollar smile placed perfectly on his face. He's joined by the Dommy Mommy who has a red Armani suit with the jacket buttoned strategically to allow her assets to show off in just the right place, and Doc Holiday with his TV title wrapped around his waist, dressed in a stunning black Armani tailored suit so fine the Sinatra would look like a hobo. The three take in the roars of boos from the crowd. Doc takes the microphone he is holding and puts it up to his mouth and begins to talk as the crowd boos eventually quiet down. Doc: I honestly am sick of all the whining going on down there. Bickering over who thinks they're going to win All In and who’s going to give who a hand jobber when the match is over. We’ve got wanna be hollywood stars, 7 foot clowns, magic cults, people allergic to winning anything significant, and the rest are rejects that couldn’t finish Jill Park time and time again. You’re supposed to scare me with this group of failures? I could have picked a scarier crew at the local Walmart or Waffle House. At least those people can throw down. The rest of these cry baby’s in the the All in Match besides me and Jessie? Not a clue what real competition is, they haven’t faced any that can challenge them. At Uprising I look forward to getting mine against all of you. The ring will be a pile of the talentless and washed up quote unquote Superstars.The crowd boo’s Doc, but he soaks it in as he takes a drink of champagne. Doc: Now most of you are asking ‘but Doc what about Jessie?’ and to answer that, If The Dommy Mommy happens to pull off a victory, I’m going to be happy for her, just like she would be happy for me. And I’d rather see her win than listen to another Elysium promo with Dionysus and his magical fruit loops talking about stuff no one cares about. The simple fact is that Tailor Made is walking into Uprising with 2 people All In and we will be walking home with All In prize. Those that try will find out the consequence!Doc smirks and TFK lifts his mic to his mouth. TFK: Look at you idiots down there in the ring! Ha, you're carrying your knives and drooling all over each other showing your desperation for what that All In briefcase brings to your floundering careers… While us on the other hand, we take the high ground as a cohesive unit up here in our skybox, with the finest BUBBLY to go with these even finer Tailor Made suits. While all of you are fighting to get your licks in on one another, we are going to play it smart and pick our spots strategically. These two have the advantage at All In and under my direction, they have solidified their respective spots at the TOP of Action Wrestling. We aren’t the Ban Brothers pining for the fans to think that they still have more to give to this business than they really do, or some washed up actor trying to live up to the shadow that my boy Sam Kidsgrove left for him, or some little girl with daddy issues who peaked last year, or a wannabe cult leader, or a bloodthirsty maniac like Downfall, who still has a stupid ass name. Shit, we are 10x better than that joker, Jonny Cedrone!
Jessie Lee raises her mic up nonchalantly. Jessie Lee: You forgot that boobtube wanker, Sitcom.TFK: Sorry, I missed the channel changer of Action Wrestling who couldn't move a needle even if he was donating blood. The guy is Adam Young worthy and if any of you idiots get that, then you know exactly what I mean! Jessie, my Dommy Mommy, they're all yours…With a smug smile, Jessie brought her mic up. Jessie: ‘EY YO! What else is there to say? Doc an’ King just clowned everyone and I’m thinkin’ any more will have the lot of ya buried deeper than you’d like to think. Any more an’ it’ll seem like child abuse! So, I’mma just shoot straight an’ keep things one hundred.
Pausing for a moment to lick her lips, the Aussie quickly continued. Jessie: All-In is big ~ REALLY BIG~; bigger than Moldy Oldie imagines his dick could ever be; an’ I can’t help but wonder if any of you ACTUALLY want to win. I mean, you’re all preanin’ an’ posturing like you’re gonna be the one to climb that ladder, unhook that case, an’ finally be the one that DETHRONES whoever walks out with the World Heavyweight strap but reality is that you’re all down there desperately attemptin’ to inflate your pride for a reason.Jeesie: You ain’t good enough. Jessie: Not the two dweebs that ran with a team name so cringe that it wasn’t even used for an Adult Film. Not the two fallen so-called living legends that picked up the straps last week that the Braindead Bois got cucked outta. Dion is just everyone’s favorite punchin’ bag! Downfall? He already has HIS “WORLD” strap an’ is more than happy bein’ the sickness he swore he was cuttin’ outta the Hardcore division. Holmes is more flippity-floppy that her on again-off again-on again sister from another mother Lissie Hope.Jessie: As for Sitcom?
Jessie: Well, let’s just say I sincerely hope he enjoys the gift I’ve given’ him; unless he’s already got it.After a smug chuckle the women carried on. Jessie: Sunday night is Tailore Made For Greatness, boys an’ girls, it’s just that the shine ain’t going to be on any of you. Now get the hell outta Mommy’s ring; she wants to watch something that’s ACTUALLY entertaining.“Do the Evolution” by Pearl Jam hits, and the arena goes completely dark! The fans look over to see a single light shines down on the entrance to reveal, your United States Champion...The Sitcom. With a huge smile on his face, and the U.S. title draped over his shoulder, he brings a mic to his mouth...but pauses a moment as the fans begin to boo louder and louder. He finally begins to speak over the displeasure of the masses. Sitcom: Listen, everybody just needs to go ahead and calm down. All this hostility, and negativity, is honestly understandable from each and every one of you. And I know why...because you are all nervous. Nervous...that if you somehow climb to the top of that ladder and grab that briefcase and become the All-In Champion, that suddenly that big old main event spotlight is directly pointing at you. Billy: What is this big jackass even saying?Chris Avery: Come on now, I think he might be onto something.Billy: More like on something; he’s been hanging around those damn Beckman brothers too much.Sitcom: But I am out here now to put an end to all those worries. For you see while you are all have been busy with your cults, and your cliques, and your pity feuds, and your vanilla histories, I have been very, very busy...Saving Action Wrestling!The Sitcom’s brash statement is met with a chorus of boos from the AW faithful. Sitcom: No one can deny that from the moment my God-given talent walked into this place everything has been better. From the passion and creativity I’ve inspired from every wrestler on the roster, to the new standard I’ve set for what it takes to be an Action Wrestling Champion. Simply put, I am the reason Action Wrestling is beginning to peak!Billy: This big man is straight-up delusional.Chris Avery: I don’t know...I have been feeling more passionate and creative lately.Billy: Oh lord.Sitcom: And that is why all of you can just take a deep breath and relax, and frankly, finally shut the hell up, am I right people?The fans don’t agree with Sitcom as they respond with another chorus of boos for the big man. Sitcom: Because at Uprising I will do every one of my opponents a favor and Win the All-In Ladder Match! Saving you all from the embarrassment of failing miserably in the main event scene. And as a bonus, when I finish this historic run of mine by becoming the brand-new World Champion, I’ll finally be in the ideal position to be the glorious savior this place is craving! And for ALL of that…You’re ALL Welcome!The Sitcom smiles like the fans aren’t starting a chant that needs to be censored. Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! Downfall: As I was sayi-His voice became quieter as his microphone was cut off. As he continued testing the mic to see if it would turn on, "Berserker" began to play in the arena. The crowd cheered as Alastor led Dionysus onto the stage, microphone in hand. Dionysus: Everyone give a hand to the audio guy; without him, Downfall would be sued by TED Talk for copyright infringement.The crowd laughed and cheered as Downfall's expression soured. Dionysus: So this is what we're all gathered here to do, huh? Come out to the ring, talk about how great we are, say how shit our opponents are, completely ignoring that we make up one of the most competitive main event talent in the industry...again. Then at the end of the night, we'll all run out and beat the ever-living crap out of each other, either working with our newly formed alliances and teams, or immediately splitting apart due to just how much we want to prove to all of you just how badly we want that prop briefcase.Dionysus: Aaah, but it isn't the briefcase we want, is it? No, its the prize inside; a title opportunity whenever and wherever we want it to be...you know, provided the powers that be will actually allow something like that to happen. You see, The Sitcom may actually be onto something with his whole "Look at me, I'm a savior now" phase of his story. For the longest time, I've watched Action Wrestling devolve dramatically. The talent somehow feels lackluster. The champions being stripped of belts in order to "make things interesting." But the difference between us is that he sees these things as worth saving, whereas I see them as a symptom of a bigger problem. Complacency. You all can talk the biggest game all you want, and at the end of the day, you'll still get your assigned match on the card, trot out to give your twenty-minute marathon promos, and try to make us forget that you are all comfortable. No ambition. No actual goals. Just another day at Clash or Cruiserclash, right? So long as you get yours, fuck everyone else, right?
Dionysus: Why settle for complacency when you can hear what we in Elysium have to tell you? ...Oh right, because I haven't amounted to anything here. It will be the same tired line over and over again because you all know that's the only arrow to your quiver when it comes to me. Its easier that way; focus on the people that piss you off the most, and ignore the guy who constantly puts on 5-star quality clinics. So go on, feel free to rip each other apart as much as you want. Because while the nine of you destroy each other...I will climb my way to the top and claim the briefcase as my own.
Dionysus: I'm doing this for me. I'm doing this for the fans. But most importantly...I'm doing this so none of you can have it.The lights in the arena predictably drop to darkness. The crowd begins buzzing, wondering who else could possibly come out. Billy: We've had bombs thrown from all matter of competitor, who else is willing to put their stamp on this envelope?A moment passes. Maybe another half beat and the lights come back on, Corey Black stands in the ring, looking across at everyone around ringside and the stage and even inside with him. Chris Avery: It's been a journey but Corey's back in a place where he could truly do some damage!A smile forms on the face of Deathproof, he holds no microphone, just a.. Billy: IS THAT A MACHETE?!Indeed, dropping down the length of his arm, grasping the handle of the blade with his hand. Corey says nothing, he just points the machete at each individual out here. One by one, lingering just a second before moving on to the next. As he finishes, Corey points the machete up to the top of the arena where the All-In briefcase will be hanging. Chris Avery: I think he got the point across, goodness me!
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 21:52:43 GMT -5
To The Back!
Billy: Welcome back to Clash and every superstar in the All In match had some shocking stuff to just say right now!Chris Avery: That match is this Sunday but it feels like it can pop off any second!It opens to a makeshift locker room near the corridor, where we see JB and Jody sitting across from one another, playing a card of Uno. As time passed, it was pretty intense until Jade knocked on the door, and JB opened the door to let her in to speak to them. Jade: Hey guys, what’s with this makeshift locker room/office with a door on it? JB: Watched a shit ton of APA stuff before we landed here earlier this week.Jade: Is there going to be a protection agency in the near future between you two?Jody and JB looked at one another, and nodded their heads no. JB: Nothin like that, don’t think they would pay US to protect their assets haha. But seriously, what you in here for? Jade: Well I wanted to see if Jody is ready to take on Jessie Lee tonight?Jody then put down the Uno Cards on the table, got up and took the mic from her to speak. Jody: That Debbie Ryan chick? The Insatiable chick who is under the Greatness of shit?... Man, I am as ready as i’ll ever be. But honestly, I am at a point where it don’t matter if I am ready to take anyone that comes across me. While they are more likely to be tha top dog, no limit types I am more like the Getty Green type of man, get the money out and deal with the bullshit later. So Jade, fuck Jessie Lee and her kliq… anymore questions?Jody sat back down reshuffling the Uno Cards and drinking on some Diet Sprite, as Jade looked on at JB. Jade: Well, your friend seems confident in his match against Jessie Lee.JB: How else will he be? All I know is that he will do what he needs to do, no if, ands or big ol’ butts about it.Then they continue to play a game of Uno, as Jade leaves the makeshift office door as it shifts into the next segment.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 21:59:49 GMT -5
Jody Madrox vs. Jessie Lee
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. Floyd: Accompanied to the ring by John Black; from Detroit, Michigan.......DaGhetto Boi.....JOOOOOOOODY MADROX! 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. Floyd: "Making her way to the ring from Perth, Western Australia......representing Tailor Made For Greatness.......The Big Tiddy Goth Dommy Mommy....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 DING! DING! DING! A clinical masterpiece of technical wrestling this match was not as both Madrox and Lee opted for what they did best right out the gate; frantic brawling! However, as he was the bigger out of the two, Madrox's punches had a bit more muster to them and he soon found himself having the upper hand! Looking to prove a point by ending things early, Madrox went for Catch All This [Dudley Dog]! Unfortunately, Lee managed to slip out of his grasp and quickly powdered out of the ring. The frigid glare she gave him almost manifesting into REAL ice, Lee double checked to make sure her jaw wasn't broken and no teeth were missing; John Black cheering away from the other side of the ringside area as Madrox waited in the ring. Slowly, cautiously, Lee made her way up onto the apron before tentatively stepping through the rope and into the ring. Eager to retake control, Madrox charged farward with the intention of clothes lining the obnoxious Aussie back out to the floor......but Lee ducked underneath it and fired baack with a flurry of punches as he turned to face her. Lee then pushed him into the ropes, irish whipped him across the ring, and met him of the rebound with a leaping clothesline that managed to take the bigger Madrox off his feet! Sadly, for Lee, that didn't keep him down long and Madrox was soon back on his feet! At least, if Lee hadn't been stalking him for a quick German suplex followed by an even quicker pin! . ONE TWO! NOPE! Madrox kicks out, but Lee pressed on with more punches to the face! Only stopping once the referee pulled her off, Lee got to her feet and went to drag Madrox up to his. Only, he wasn't going to let things stand and the Boss Boi surged to his feet to catch the Aussie unawares with a belly-to-belly suplex! Followed by a second suplex and then a third! Waiting until she had pulled herself up to her feet in a corner, Madrox slammed into Lee with a jumping corner splash before sending her back to the center of the ring with a FOURTH belly-to-belly suplex; John Black going apeshit in approval of his boy's comeback! Riding high on adrenaline, Madrox slapped his chest a couple of time, did a little shoulder shimmy, and climbed to the top rope where he then launched himself across the ring with a big ol' KeKe’s Dress [Frog Splash]! ONE! TWO THR- NOPE! This time it was Lee that barely managed to kick out, but Madrox was a man on a mission! With laser like focus, Madrox stalked Lee from behind as she slowly forcd herself up to her feet and once the moment was right he went for Just To Get A Rep [Electric Chair Driver]! However, Lee managed to slip off of his shoulders to comeback with a rebounding BOOM! [Super(wo)man punch] when he spun to face her! Quickly following up with a kick to the gut, Lee went to deliver her LEEthality [Spinning double underhook facebuster/Berkocet] only for Madrox to spin free and clock her with a discus forwarm! Looking to end things for certain, Mardox went for another Just To Get A Rep [Electric Chair Driver]! BUT NO! Lee got her fingers in his eyes and managed to slither away again! Once down she darted to the ropes and rebounded back to deliver a FATALITY! [Brogue Kick/Pump kick]! ONE! TWO! THREE! DING! DING! DING! Billy: And Lee wins it!Chris Avery: Barely!! I'm starting to think Jody had her number big time!Billy: Yeah, you might be right!Lee celebrates as we take a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:00:51 GMT -5
Backstage!
The camera fades in to reveal one Johnny Beckmen, the impeccable manager of the United States Champion, walking through the hallway as smugly as one could humanly be. Then again he had every right to be, his client was a participant in one of the biggest All-In matches in Action Wrestling history on top of being champion! Suddenly his phone began to ring and he stopped to answer.... THWACK!
With the sound of flesh giving way to metal, Johnny crumpled to the floor and quickly attempted to cover up the best he could. However, that didn't deter the clearly deranged attacker from attacking him further! THWACK! THWACK! THWACKITY-THWACK THWACK!
Once the attacker finally slowed was it clearly seen that Jessie Lee, the former United States Champion, was the perpetrator; steel chair in hand. After delivering a STIFF stomp to Johnny's ribs, the Aussie rolled him onto his back and proceeded to choke him with the chair as she stood over him! Billy: HEY!! SHE JUST GOT DONE WRESTLING!!Jessie: 'Ey Yo, boy-o! Ya didn't think I forgot 'bout ya did ya? Huh? I can't hear ya? SPEAK! UP!After a few more seconds of Johnny's desperate gurgling noises, Jessie lifted the chair from his throat and planted another STIFF AF stomp to his chest. Not done yet. she tossed the chair to the floor with a loud clatter and dragged him to his feet. Then, in a rather unceremonious manner, she hoisted him up onto a shoulder and threw hi head head first into the wall like a lawn dart from hell; a disgusted look on her face as he fell to the floor in a heap. Jessie: Tell your boy that the Dommy Mommy says hi.With one last venom filled glare, Jessie spat on Beckmen's batter carcass and stormed off.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:02:42 GMT -5
To The Ring!
Adilene Floyd: Please welcome the Action Wrestling Women’s champion Karlie Nash. Knuckle up blast in the arena, as Karlie steps on the stage with her back to the crowd, she turn with a confident smirk on her face as she walks to the ring flanked by her bodyguard Hilda, she stops to greet the Milf-tourage, then enters the ring. Billy: It’s been way too long since Karlie has been on Clash.Chris: I second that partner.Karlie takes the mic. Karlie: First off let me congratulate Chris Avery on his hall of fame induction, you deserve it. Crowd: Chris, Chris, Chris.Karlie waits for the crowd to die down. Karlie: It’s been awhile since I’ve been on Clash, seems like an eternity since that last match against Azurine Vebbins and Estrella Ruiz, but I digress, every fan in this arena knows what I’ve been doing on Cruiserclash for the last three years, establishing a legacy that the majority of this roster wish they had.Karlie paced in the ring. I’ve had to claw and scratch and do what was necessary and I make no apologies for any of it. Last week I walked through Airborne to earn this opportunity here tonight, an opportunity to become a double champion, if I can be honest here more opportunities should have been given to cruiserweights to compete for the television title, hell the CBS title as well.
Tonight here in Toronto I do what your Maple Leafs have failed to do since nineteen sixty seven, win a championship. I know what I’m up against tailored made to eventually end up on Thaddeus Franklin’s casting couch. Doc I can respect you for your abilities inside this ring, but can’t respect you for choosing to align yourself with a complete sleazebag like Thaddeus Franklin King. Doc here tonight I intend to do again what I did at Guts and Glory, shock the damn world, tonight Doc I’ll walk out of here the new Television champion.
“When you go out to war against your enemies, and see horses and chariots and an army larger than your own, you shall not be afraid of them, for the Lord your God is with you, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt. And when you draw near to the battle, the priest shall come forward and speak to the people and shall say to them, ‘Hear, O Israel, today you are drawing near for battle against your enemies: let not your heart faint. Do not fear or panic or be in dread of them, for the Lord your God is he who goes with you to fight for you against your enemies, to give you the victory.’ Deuteronomy 20, verses one to four.Karlie music plays as she taunts! Billy: The Television Championship match is coming up next!Chris Avery: Can't wait!We fade to a break.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:06:59 GMT -5
Karlie Nash vs. Doc Holiday(c)
The arena goes dark as the familiar voice of 2Pac interrupts the darkness "I won't deny it,
I'm a straight ridah,
You don't wanna fuck with me"
A spotlight shines on Doc Holiday as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp, hood up on his black AW wrestling sweat shirt. His head slowly bobs to the music as he walks to the ring looking very focused on the task at hand. Fans reach out to touch him, but he ignores them as he walks to the ring stopping short of the ring apron, pausing for a moment jumps straight onto the ring apron and slides the the middle rope, going to the center of the ring where he embraces the boo's from the crowd with a sly smirk and his arms out. Chris Avery: Doc has been kicking ass since taking over as Television Champion. And he’s looking towards getting another victory tonight. Billy: But Karlie won’t go down without a fight. In fact, I predict she’ll be going down…Chris Avery: BILLY!!!!!Billy: I was gonna say with the Television Title tonight.Chris Avery: Oh… ok.Billy: *Cough* and a milf *cough*The bell rings, and both competitors lock eyes, a mixture of determination and confidence in their gazes. Doc Holiday bounces on his toes, ready to utilize his high-flying prowess, while Karlie Nash stands tall, exuding an air of unwavering dominance. As they slowly circle each other in the center of the ring, the anticipation is palpable. The audience's cheers grow louder, encouraging the clash to begin. Suddenly, Doc makes his move, darting forward with surprising speed. He goes for a quick takedown, attempting to catch Nash off guard with his agility. But Nash is quick to react, sidestepping the attack and countering with a powerful European uppercut that snaps Doc's head back. Billy: These two are pretty evenly matched.The impact reverberates through the arena, and Doc stumbles a step, clearly taken aback by Nash's ferocity. But he recovers swiftly, his determination shining through. He's not one to be intimidated easily. With a determined grin, he springs off the ropes, launching himself towards Nash with a springboard crossbody. Nash, however, is ready this time. She catches Doc mid-air, showcasing her impressive strength, and slams him down to the mat with authority. The crowd roars in response, impressed by Nash's quick reversal. She's established her dominance early in the match, and she's not about to let up. As Doc groggily tries to rise, Nash seizes the opportunity, grabbing his arm and twisting it into a painful armbar. The referee watches closely, making sure Doc doesn't tap out this early in the match. Chris Avery: Karlie knows that this won’t win the match, but it will slow down Doc’s high octane offence.Karlie’s determination is evident as she keeps the armbar locked in, her grip unyielding as she wrenches Doc's arm in a calculated display of power. Doc grimaces in pain, his face contorting with the effort to resist tapping out. But the crowd rallies behind him, their cheers pushing him to dig deep. With a sudden burst of energy, Doc manages to shift his weight and twist his body, using his free arm to push against Nash's leg. He escapes the hold, much to the surprise of the audience. Before Nash can react, Doc seizes the opportunity and reverses the situation, applying an armbar of his own on Nash. As Doc maintains control of the arm, he utilizes his lucha libre background to execute a series of fluid moves. He transitions smoothly from the armbar into a modified version of the move, using his opponent's momentum against her. With Nash's arm still under his control, Doc spins around and flips himself over, dragging Nash down to the mat in a beautiful arm drag takedown. He follows it up with a swift head scissor takedown, showcasing his agility and technical prowess. With Nash momentarily stunned, Doc takes advantage of the opening to spring off the ropes and launch himself into a perfect hurricanrana, sending Nash rolling across the mat and out of the ring. The audience's cheers grow louder as they witness Doc's impressive display of athleticism, turning the momentum of the match in his favor and Doc measures up the situation. He bounces off the rope and returns with a suicide dive through the top and middle ropes towards Karlie. Karlie reacts quickly and delivers a European uppercut to the soaring Doc Holiday, quickly picking him up, rolling him into the ring and following suit with a quick pin. 1… 2… KICKOUT! Chris Avery: Doc kicks out but Karlie is quick to put Doc in a headlock slowing down the match once more.With Doc caught in her headlock, Karlie Nash maintains her grip, applying pressure and wearing him down. As Doc struggles to break free, Nash quickly shifts her weight, smoothly transitioning into a front facelock while still holding onto his head. Using her upper body strength, she hoists Doc onto her shoulder, showcasing her power and athleticism. In one fluid motion, Nash throws Doc into the ropes and bounces into the opposite side before returning with some Unsportsmanlike conduct and a Clothesline from Hell. The impact reverberates throughout the ring, and the crowd reacts with a mix of shock and awe. Nash doesn't waste a moment, quickly hooking Doc's leg for a pin attempt 1… 2… Billy: NO! He kicked out!Chris Avery: That one was too close to feel good about. I thought we were going to have a double title holder after that one.Frustration fuels Karlie Nash as she rises from the failed pin attempt. Determined to regain control, she rushes at Doc with a flurry of strikes, aiming for his head and body. However, her anger blinds her judgment, causing her to telegraph her moves and allowing Doc to evade her attacks with swift agility. As Nash's strikes miss their mark, Doc seizes the opening, ducking under one of her wild punches and hooking her arms from behind. With a sudden surge of strength, Doc lifts Karlie Nash off her feet, executing a powerful German suplex that sends her crashing to the mat. The impact seems to shake some sense back into Nash, her rage momentarily subsiding as she realizes she's fallen into a trap. Doc capitalizes on her momentary distraction, quickly rolling to his feet and bouncing off the ropes. As Nash gets back on her feet, Doc springs into action, performing a dazzling lucha libre-inspired armdrag takedown, fluidly transitioning into a second armdrag, and then seamlessly launching into a spinning headscissors that sends Nash tumbling across the ring. The crowd roars in approval at the sudden turn of events, with Doc now in command and Nash visibly flustered by her loss of focus. Chris Avery: You can’t keep a guy like Doc down for too long.Billy: Talking about keeping someone down, Karlie and her MILFs…Chris Avery: BILLY! Be serious for a moment, look at the ring!Seizing the momentum he's gained, Doc Holiday doesn't waste a second. He bounces off the ropes, building up speed as he charges toward the recovering Karlie Nash. As Nash struggles to her feet, Doc bounces off the rope and springs into the air, his body twisting with agility and precision. With lightning speed, his leg extends, delivering a devastating springboard Hurricanrana. Chris Avery: That was a Premeditated Disaster, as only Doc can do! Billy: The crowd is SO into this match!!!The impact resonates throughout the arena, and Nash crumples to the canvas. The crowd's reaction is a mix of shock and awe as they witness the calculated brutality of Doc's signature move. The referee rushes to check on Nash, but Doc's ruthless demeanor is unwavering. He leans over Nash, taunting her with a sly grin as he drags her to her feet. The combination of his high-flying finesse and unrelenting aggression has shifted the match firmly in his favor. Billy: Doc has evil in those piercing eyes of his.With Karlie Nash reeling, Doc is relentless in his pursuit of victory. He pulls Nash back up, not giving her a moment to recover, and whips her into the ropes. As Nash rebounds, Doc springs into action, executing a beautifully timed spinning back kick that catches her square in the midsection. The force of the blow sends Nash stumbling back, gasping for air. Doc seizes the opportunity, grabbing Nash by the arm and wrenching her into a snap powerbomb, the impact rattling the ring. The crowd roars in approval as Doc doesn't let up, transitioning fluidly into a standing 450 splash, his body arching through the air before crashing down onto Nash. He hooks her leg for a pin attempt, the referee's hand slamming the mat for the count. 1… 2… Nash summons a surge of energy and kicks out with a resounding force, breaking the count. Frustration now emanates from Doc Holiday as the match's momentum shifts once again. He shows visible fury and he snaps. Grabbing Nash by the hair, he drags her back up to her feet, his expression twisted with anger. He relentlessly hammers her with stiff punches and kicks, each strike dripping with frustration. His anger drives him to even greater brutality. He hurls Nash into the corner, charging at her with a full head of steam for a crushing corner clothesline. As Karlie drops he goes for another pin. 1… 2… KICKOUT AGAIN! Billy: Karlie is beaten, bruised and still ready to fight!Doc is pissed. He rolls out of the ring and throws the time keeper off his chair and folds it up to bring it into the ring. He climbs into the ring and brandishes his weapon. The referee rushes over, sternly warning him against using the illegal weapon. As the official wrestles with Doc to take the chair away, Karlie Nash seizes the moment. With a cunning smirk, she capitalizes on the distraction and springs back into action. Nash swiftly maneuvers behind Doc, taking advantage of his divided attention. In a split second, she hooks his head and drives him to the mat with her signature "Sudden Impact" jackknife powerbomb. The crowd's cheers mix with their surprise at the sudden turn of events. Nash goes for the cover, the referee's attention still fixed on ensuring the chair is out of play. 1… 2… Doc kicks out at the last second. He pushes Karlie up into the referee causing him to be momentarily distracted, leading to on the fly thinking from Doc Holiday. He grabs the nearby chair and tosses it to Karlie who catches it. Doc then delivers his Savate kick kicking the chair into Karlie’s face with a thundering smash as she drops to the ground and the chair slids under the bottom rope. Doc grabs the referee and refreshes him before dropping for a pin. 1… 2… Karlie starts to stir... 3!!! But not soon enough. Chris Avery: And Doc retains the TV Title.Billy: What a well deserved victory for Doc. He has my vote for wrestler of the year right now, he must be butter because she’s on a roll!Chris Avery: But there’s no rest for the wicked, because he’s got that All In Match at Uprising next week! Billy: and Karlie will have to recover fast if she has any chance at defeating her rival Azurine and retaining her Woman’s title! Chris Avery: Karlie took the TV Champion to the MAX and she almost became a double Champion!We fade out.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:08:06 GMT -5
SEGMENT
The arena goes pitch black and a hush comes over the crowd, even the headsets of the commentatos is cut off. The Action Tron comes to life with a flicker of static, before the outside of a warehouse comes into view. The point of view takes us through the front door in a speed up fashion until we are standing in front of Kevin Bishop dressed all in black with a black Brotherhood t-shirt peeking out of his zip up hoodie. We are all left, desperately waiting to hear Kevin Bishop speak after weeks of no explanation… Kevin Bishop: The Brotherhood reach is just as Infinite as I am… You're all sitting in the dark and I have even hijacked your production trucks, so you all and Cipher will hear me without having Chris and Billy throwing in their 2 cents. I want this to be as clear as possible…Bishop looks intently into the camera before him. Kevin Bishop: Cipher, you're not booked for the show tonight, but we all know you're creeping around in the shadows somewhere, so you need to listen very closely. I am going to be at Uprising and I suggest you be there too…Bishop shakes his head slightly. Kevin Bishop; Not a suggestion, it's more of a demand. You see, there's more to unpack here than me talking to a blacked out arena. I need to see into your very soul, eye to eye to truly make sure you understand… If you have the desire to breathe again and to see beyond the veil… Then be at Uprising.Bishop nods to the camera. Kevin Bishop: Yes, you'll be opened to a whole new world of truth and you will see the LIGHT amongst the darkness.The lights in the arena come to life as the feed cuts off and Chris and Billy's headsets turn back on. Chris: Looks like our headsets are working again, Billy. Billy: They sure are and I can see the fans in attendance at a loss for the words from Kevin Bishop there. Chris: Yes, it seems that Kevin Bishop has answers to deliver to Cipher at Uprising… Will Cipher accept? We will keep our ears peeled for that, but as they say, the show must go on for now.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:13:04 GMT -5
TJ Alexander vs. Alice in Chainz vs. Max Daemon
“The Touch” by Stan Bush plays and Tj Alexander walks out and down to the ring. Billy: And here’s the newcomer who has a successful debut last week versus a game Joey Scala! Tj Alexander really turned some heads!
Chris Avery: Absolutely Billy! He has a bright future here. He needs to work on his entrance though.
The arena lights dim, leaving the space in darkness for a brief moment. A piercing note from "Abyss" breaks the silence, its ethereal tone conveying a palpable sense of anxiety. Blue and silver strobe lights begin to flash in time with the track's increasing tempo. They formed spooky, otherworldly shadows on the ramp, foreshadowing the arrival of a singular power. A silhouette emerges from the darkness, highlighted by the intermittent flashes. It's Alice. She stands with her head raised forward, as if collecting strength from the loud vocals of the song. Alice pushes forward with a determined stride as the chorus erupts, her every step matching the song's explosive energy. Chain motifs, reminiscent of her iconic look, dance and intertwine with the music's melodic riffs on the ramp and surrounding screens. She pauses briefly as she approaches the ring, taking in the roaring audience and exciting atmosphere, before leaping powerfully onto the side of the ring. She climbs to the top rope and sits there while casting one final defiant look toward her forthcoming challenge. Billy: And we have another debut tonight with Alice in Chainz! I’ll tell you what, she can put me in chains anytime.
Chris Avery: Can you be a professional just one time? Alice is from Los Angeles, so she should have no trouble adapting to the bright lights of Action Wrestling!
" I Don’t Want To Be Here Anymore" by Rise Against plays on the PA system. The spotlights shine on Max despite the house lights still being up. He steps onto the stage a frown adorning his face and his hooded jacket's hood up. He's also wearing the custom Reebok Ex-Oh-Fit Pure Platinum Hi-Daemons shoes. In his right hand grips a red Solo cup. He finishes what remains of the drink before tossing the cup away. He looks out at the crowd gives them a pair of middle fingers before continuing his trek. Adilene Floyd: On his way to the ring. Currently residing in a version of Baltimore, MD. Weighing in at 180 lbs. He...is "The Hellborn...and Heavensent"...Max...f'n...DAEMON!
He starts to walk down the ramp. He ignores the jeering fans, walking a brisk pace past them. He grabs a passing glass of alcohol and downs it in one. As the chorus begins, Max hops onto the apron. He steps onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the middle rope and the left on the top. He throws down his hood, unzipping his jacket as the chorus fades away. He points to the hard camera, giving it a finger gun "shot", the scowl on his face seemingly growing Once the chorus starts to pick up, he hops off and rips the jacket from his body. He throws it out of the ring before pacing back and forth, a burst of impatience growing inside of him. Billy: And here comes Max Daemon! Former Pure Cup winner! Former Pure champion! Former Television champion! This is a huge test for two Action Wrestling rookies this week!
Chris Avery: Took the words outta my mouth, partner! Daemon is a decorated competitor around the world and he just doesn't care which makes him extremely dangerous! I'm interested to see how Alexander and Alice fair against a competitor of his caliber.
The bell is called for and rung as the three competitors slowly start to circle each other. Max then suddenly runs in and drills Alice off guard with a vicious forearm to the side of the head, knocking her down to the mat. Daemon points to Alexander and they circle each other again before going into a collar and elbow tie-up. Billy: Max with a heavy shot to the newbie here! She wasn’t ready for it!
Chris Avery: That was a welcome to ADub moment if I ever saw one!
Daemon manages to bring Alexander into a side headlock but TJ shoves him off into the ropes. He drops down as Max comes rebound off the ropes and Daemon skips over him hitting the ropes again. Alexander made his way to his feet and leapfrogs over Max. Daemon stops his momentum though and when Alexander turns around he uncorks a superkick that knocks TJ flat on his back! Max goes for a cover. ONE! TWO! Alexander kicks out. Billy: Daemon taking full control of this match in the early going, taking out Alice and focusing on Alexander.
Chris Avery: A great strategy in a triple threat. Divide and conquer.
Max grabs Alexander by the ears, pulling him up to a vertical base but Alice flies off the top rope out of nowhere and nails them both with a missile dropkick! TJ goes bouncing across the ring as Daemon flops back on the mat. Alice drops a few stomps down on the body of the “Hellborn and Heavensent” before she runs and hits the ropes, coming back with a running senton across the midsection of Max. Alice pulls Daemon up, hooking him in a front face lock before drilling his head into the canvas with a DDT. She covers. ONE! TWO! Daemon kicks out. Alice motions for Max to get up and he does slowly but he walks right into a roundhouse kick from Alice! Billy: Shitfire! What a kick! She calls that the Chainwhip!
Chris Avery: See what happens when you come to a production meeting for once? Now the people don’t think you're just a fat dumb hick!
Billy: Hey I’m not fat! I’m husky!
Alice drops into another cover! ONE! TWO! TJ Alexander comes off the top rope with a shooting star press across both of them! Billy: Shitfire! Alexander breaks it up with a shooting star!
Chris Avery: Where did he come from?!
Alexander grabs at his midsection as the other two competitors lay sprawled on the mat. TJ gets to his feet and grabs Alice by the hair, pulling her up, and setting her up for the Angel’s Wings. However, Daemon himself gets to his feet and sneaks behind Alexander, grabbing his head into a dragon sleeper before dropping him with a backstabber! Billy: Devil Trigger! I think he's broken in half!
Chris Avery: Max looking to end it here!
Daemon covers! ONE! TWO! THRE-NO! Alice breaks it up at the last second! Billy: What a save by Alice! It was over!
Chris Avery: Just in the nick of time, Alice in Chainz saves the match for herself!
Alice grabs Max by the hair to pull him up but he grabs her from the side and pops his hips, dropping her across the back of her neck with a Saito suplex. Daemon gets up and starts raining down big, heavy, stomps all over Alice before just starting to kick her in the ribs. Daemon snarls and reaches down, pulling up Alice and hooking her in a dragon sleeper but Alexander runs in and nails Max under the chin with bicycle knee! He drops Alice to the mat and falls back, bouncing off the top rope. As Daemon comes back, Alexander scoops him up on his shoulders before dropping him with a big TKO! Billy: Perfection 10! TJ got all of that!
Chris Avery: That’s gotta be it!
Alexander covers! ONE! TWO! THRE-Daemon kicks out! Alexander slaps the mat in frustration before Grabbing Max and pulling him back up. He shoves his head between his legs, looking for the Angel Wings again but Alice comes out of nowhere and takes Alexander down with a sling blade! Billy: Alice just took TJ down with her Chainz Recation!
Chris Avery: This is her opening! She needs to capitalize!
Alice pops up and runs, leaping onto the second rope and coming off with a lionsault! She nails directly across his ribs but as she goes to cover, Max runs in and nails her in the face with a big knee! He pulls her back off and hits the ropes, coming back to hit her with another knee to the back of the skull! Billy: Shitfire! Ebony and Ivory from Daemon!
Chris Avery: Max got all of it! I don’t think she's getting back up!
Before Daemon can do anything, TJ nails him in the chin with a super kick. Alexander hooks Max up before he falls, lifts him straight up, and drills him down with a falcon arrow! Billy: Game Changer!
Alexander covers, hooking a leg! ONE! TWO! THREE-NO! Daemon kicks out! Alexander yells at the ref that he can’t count as he gets up, pulling Max up again to try for the Game Over again but Alice in Chainz is up again and throws another roundhouse kick but TJ shoves Max Daemon aside and ducks it. As she spins around, Alexander hooks her arms and pops his hips, driving her into the mat with a dragon suplex. Billy: Shitfire! Alice just got folded up on her neck! Chris Avery: It wasn’t pretty but it was effective!
Max goes for a forearm but someone pulls him out of the ring! Billy: WHOA!! ITS JOEY SCALA!!Joey clubs Max over the back over and over and over and over again and takes him down! Billy: What the hell!?Alexander rolls Alice up! ONE!! TWO!! THREE! DING DING DING Billy: TJ ALEXANDER WINS!!TJ gets up and celebrates but we cut to Scala ripping up the mats below on the floor! Billy: OH MY GOD THATS CEMENT!Scala bends Daemon over and flips him up.. and PILEDRIVES HIM INTO THE CEMENT!! Chris Avery: GOOD GOD WHAT A WICKED THUD!!Scala stands up and blows snot all over Max Daemon1! Billy: JESUS!!Scala calls him a piece of shit and a lazy sack of shit and a disappointing piece of shit! Scala teabags over his head as the officials move him away from the action.. Billy: WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?!Chris Avery: I HAVE NO IDEA!!We cut to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:14:54 GMT -5
WELL THEN
Billy: What an exciting matchup that was. Why don’t you tell us your thoughts on our upcoming match.Chris Avery: With pleasure….“BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE YOU SERVE”
“Head like a hole” plays throughout the arena and Cipher makes his way out. The fans reach out for him but he ignores their pleas for attention as he walks down the entrance ramp with a determined focus. He rolls under the bottom rope and calls for a microphone. Cipher: For weeks now Kevin Bishop has been a thorn in my side. For weeks he’s been a distraction and a nuisance. And now, this week he has the audacity to come out and interrupt all you fine people and try and take over the show, all because of me. For that I truly apologize.I am nothing yet. I’m barely a blip on the radar, relegated to backstage duty tonight. Not even booked for Uprising. And yet Kevin Bishop finds it necessary to include me in his shenanigans.
Next week you’re inviting me to the show, Kevin? Next week you’ll have something to show me? I’ll be there. I’ll be there and we can finally have that discussion that the two of us have been looking for. If not for me then maybe to stop wasting everyone’s time with this. And then maybe I can get back into the ring and get myself into some title picture.He motions to his waist. Cipher: Gold goes good with black, no? But titles are earned, Championships are earned. But the attention that you’ve been putting on yourself Kevin, may have been earned at other places but that’s not how things work here at AW. You don’t deserve the attention you’ve been bringing to us. So YES, I will meet with you, and hopefully put an end to this nonsense.
He drops the microphone and rolls under the bottom rope. Billy: Cipher underestimating himself. The fans are starting to get behind him. KEvin Bishop is a multiple time champion and award winner. King of the brotherhood, one of the most dominant factions in wrestling history. Whatever it is going on between these two has been discussed in the dirt sheets, And next week it seems we may get some answers!
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:17:24 GMT -5
Joey Scala, WTF dude!
Scala stops from walking through the curtain and sees the camera! Joey Scala: Oh my bad, did I just cause some effin' chaos or what? Yeah, I did that. You know what, Max, you're all over these shows and I don't think you deserve a match let alone anyone even looking at you without spitting in your face. So yeah, I ScalaDROVE you through the cement.Scala spits onto the ground. Joey Scala: Next time I'm gonna PISS ON YOU AND MAKE IT REAL ORIGINAL YA KNOW? Don't try to find me at Uprising either, I don't accept a puny garbage match from you! Scala shoves the camera out of his way and walks off.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:18:11 GMT -5
I-I-I have a heart I swear I do Just not baby, when it comes to you Boos rain down HEAVILY on the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, Jill Park, as she steps through the curtain. She stops at the top of the ramp to remove the World Heavyweight Championship belt from her waist, and raise it high in the air, to the further dismay of the capacity crowd in the Scotiabank Arena. They quickly pivot to loud chants of “JOLEE!” “JOLEE!” “JOLEE!” and ‘SAINT SHAW!” ‘SAINT SHAW!” ‘SAINT SHAW!”. Jill rolls her eyes at the reception before finally lowering her Championship belt, and draping it over her right shoulder as she makes her way down to the ring. Adilene Floyd: Please welcome the Action Wrestling Woooooorld Heavyweight Champion, “ill” Jillllllll Parrrrrk!Jill quickly makes her way to the ringside area, but doesn’t enter the ring. She lays the World Heavyweight Championship on the apron before digging around under the ring, as if she’s looking for something. Billy: What the hell is Jill Park looking for?Chris Avery: Your guess is as good as mine, Billy!A couple of seconds later, Jill pulls a LADDER from underneath the ring, and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope, before collecting her title belt and sliding in herself. Unsure what’s about to happen, Adilene Floyd drops her microphone and hastily exits the ring. After fastening the belt around her waist once again, Jill stands the ladder up, positioning it in the dead center of the ring. Grabbing the microphone that Adilene left behind, Jill then climbs up the top of the ladder, eventually coming to a seated position on the very top. As boos continue to rain down, she brings the microphone up to her mouth. Jill Park: See how easy that was?Jill asks, more like remarks. The rhetorical question is met with as much hissing and booing as when she first made her entrance. Jill Park: Is it tiring? Is it tiring to HATE me to such an extreme level? Only to see me WIN time and time again? To pin all your hopes and dreams on your HEROES like Tatiana Jolee and Carter Shaw…only to see them CRUMBLE at my feet? Is it tiring to live vicariously through the stars you deem the BEST, only to see them HUMBLED by THE GREATEST WRESTLER OF ALLLLLL TIIIIIIMEEEEE, JILL PARK?!The fans go insane once more, booing so loud you’d swear the entire arena was shaking! Chris Avery: It seems like every week we call Jill Park delusional. That all the fame and success has gone to her head. But yet, every single time we hear her speak, it seems like she digs deeper and deeper. She always has a brand new low she’s able to meet.Billy: Possibly the slimiest and most vile person we’ve come across in a looooong time, Chris!Jill Park: But did you see how simple it was for me to climb this ladder?Because I'm going to do it again on sunday.Carter Shaw.Tatiana Jolee.Away game.I don't care whose backyard it is.When it comes to me and this World Championship, no one stops me from grabbing it. No one stops me from retaining it. No one stops me from being THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME.No one stops me.No. Body.When everything is said and done…when Uprising is over, you will see the EXACT same thing you do now. Me, on top of a ladder, with MY WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP held high.Cementing my legacy.As the BEST Champion you’ve ever fucking saw.Raising the title once again, the fans boo wildly as Jill Park has a huge grin on her face as Monday Night Clash heads to a commercial break.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:19:18 GMT -5
In the realm of shadows, where the veil between reality and enigma wavers, a solitary figure emerges from the obscurity. The room is dimly lit, bathed in an eerie, almost otherworldly glow that casts flickering shadows across the walls. As the camera pans, revealing the silhouette of a high-backed chair, anticipation builds. The air seems pregnant with an unsettling energy, a foreboding sense of something momentous about to unfold. Slowly, a single spotlight breaks through the darkness, illuminating the figure seated in the chair, his presence both commanding and enigmatic. It is Marcus Collins, a man of contradictions and complexities, whose mere gaze exudes an intensity that demands attention. His eyes, like twin orbs of smoldering coal, shimmer with a mix of derision and fervor. Leaning forward, his fingers intertwined in contemplation, he speaks with a voice that carries a weight of philosophical insight, a voice that pulls you into the depths of his conviction. Welcome, dear voyagers, to this theater of shadows and revelation. The veil has lifted once more, unveiling my return, a return that heralds the resurgence of a force that thrives within the heart of obscurity, a force that dances on the edge of madness. His words hang in the air, resonating with an otherworldly depth that captivates the senses. As he leans back, a half-smile dances upon his lips, a sardonic twist that beckons the audience to delve further into the labyrinth of his thoughts. Action Wrestling and its labyrinthine tapestry of theatrics have been deprived, it seems, of true inspiration during my absence. The canvas of the arena yearned for a maestro, a maestro whose brush strokes are not bound by the norms, a maestro who weaves chaos into the very fabric of existence. With a fluid grace, he rises from the chair, his movements akin to a mesmerizing dance, a ballet of shadows. Each step seems purposeful, each gesture a part of the unfolding narrative. Let us not be deceived by the glittering veneers of accomplishment laid before us. The champions, those who stand atop the pyramid of vainglory, are mere pawns in the grand game of illusion. Sitcom, a champion entwined with irony, a projection of superficial grandeur that dissolves like a mirage upon closer scrutiny. There's a momentary pause, a fleeting glimmer of admiration hidden within the depths of his gaze, as if he begrudgingly recognizes a certain level of achievement. And you, parading under the banner of Television and United States champion, your reign is transient, a flicker of light in the vast expanse of darkness. I will gladly meet you in that abyss and remind you of the lesson that you so greatly need to be reminded of. That of Loss. His eyes glint with a mixture of amusement and scorn, as if he gazes upon a world ensnared by its own pretensions. The room seems to shrink in his presence, his words resonating with an ethereal potency that transcends the confines of the screen. Downfall, the Hardcore Champion, an embodiment of brute ferocity desperately seeking to personify strength. Your kingdom of turmoil stands as nothing more than the rantings of a child amidst the tempest that I am. Your reign, a house of cards, destined to collapse beneath the unrelenting force of the void. I too could find you in the chaos of violence that you so love to dwell in. Where many have tried, could the Reaper be the one to actually succeed? He steps forward, his figure looming larger, a towering presence encased in shadows that ripple with a life of their own. And now, Jill Park, the World Champion who clings to her throne with a hint of trepidation. Your reign is a masquerade, a veneer of grandeur that shall crumble under the weight of my ambition, my insatiable hunger for supremacy. Your realm shall unravel, piece by piece, until nothing remains but echoes of your fading legacy. We all know it is your ego that will be your ultimate downfall. The very thing that drives you to get in bed with false demons. Oh ego, that elusive phantom, can both propel and imprison the human spirit, a double-edged sword in the theater of ambition. But how would Jill Park handle a real demon? A sinister grin curves his lips, harboring enigmas known only to him, a smile that hints at hidden knowledge. Behold, for the return of the enigma, the harbinger of chaos, is at hand. I stand as the embodiment of the abyss, the maestro of metamorphosis, the weaver of chaos. The threads of destiny dance at my fingertips, and the illusions you cling to will shatter like glass before the inexorable might of my will. The exhale of breath from his nose fills the room, an unsettling symphony that reverberates in the souls of those who listen. Brace yourselves, for the storm gathers, the Ascension beckons. The bringers of entropy descend upon Action Wrestling shall bear witness to the masterpiece of mayhem that I shall paint; and everyone will be my canvas. As he steps back into the shadows, his form gradually fading from view, a sense of ominous anticipation lingers in the air, an eerie undertone that leaves a mark on the psyche. The screen fades to black, leaving behind a haunting sensation of having glimpsed into the depths of a mind teetering on the precipice of delusion and brilliance.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:37:20 GMT -5
Handicap Match The Keer Twins vs. Jimmy Jackson
Keer comes over but Jackson powerslams him!! The other Keer jumps off the top rope but Jackson boots him in the chest knocking him out of the ring! Billy: Ohhhh the CBS Champion is looking unstoppable!Chris Avery: This match has gone on a few minutes now!Jackson picks up one of the Keers and Raja gets into the ring and spears Jackson!! DING DING DINGBilly: OH COME ON!! Chris Avery: YOU KNOW THIS WAS A PLAN ALL ALONG!! IT HAD TO BE!!Billy: JACKSON WINS BUT ITS BY DQ!Keer comes in with a chair and slams it across the back of Jimmy Jackson!! Billy: OH MY!!Jackson is laying down stomach first and Raja grabs his scarf again and wraps it around the neck of Jackson using it to choke him in the camel clutch! Billy: OHHH COME ON!! THIS IS ENOUGH!!Raja finally lets go and stands over Jimmy Jackson praising the God above. Chris Avery: The Royal Prince of Tripura has a CBS title match against Jackson this Sunday and if you ask me.. Jackson might be in trouble!Billy: He's wildly outnumbered!We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:44:29 GMT -5
Dionysus vs. Niobe Martin vs. Odin Balfore
Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first... Pyro fires along the edge of the stage as "Berserker" rips through the crowd. From backstage, Dionysus confidently strode out onto the stage, confidently holding a single arm in the air. Alastor followed behind him, hands clasped in front of him. Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Alastor, from Minneapolis, MN, weighing in at 270 lbs; he is The Crimson Gladiator, DIONYSUS!! Dionysus took a moment to look around the venue as he began to walk down the ramp. He spent a few seconds slapping high fives before locking eyes with the ring. Walking over to the ring steps, he climbs up, placing a hand on the top rope. He entered in-between the top and middle ropes, all while looking at his opponent. He turned to the crowd, raising a single fist into the air, keeping it in the air as he turned toward the stage. Dionysus then moved to the turnbuckle, waiting for his opponent. Chris Avery: Dionysus has been sporting a newer, more aggressive attitude as of late, and has begun bending the rules more and more. He claims not to have wanted help, but Ebb and Flow caused a disqualification several weeks ago to save him from being pinned, and last week, with the help of Alastor, he defeated Joey Scala. Billy: When you put it that way, it doesn't sound like the "nice guy" he proclaimed himself to be. Chris Avery: The question is, though, is what is Dionysus truly capable of with Elysium by his side, and have we seen what he's really willing to do with them to get ahead? Adilene Floyd: And his opponents, introducing first... As 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: "...from Anaheim, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds... She is the "Living Nightmare", NIOBE MARTIN!!!" 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: Tough test for Niobe tonight, but she's been standing up to giants like the Sitcom for months now! Billy: I feel like this is where our measurements have come into play, it goes from Large Dion, XXXL Odin, and 6XL Sitcom. And then, poor lil' Smedium Niobe Martin. Adilene Floyd: And their opponent... “ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus. Adilene Floyd: ... from Houston, TX, weighing in at 400 lbs... "THE ALL-FATHER"... ODIN BALFORE!!! Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won! Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won! The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes.. Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part. Crowd: The battle is.. already won! Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway. Chris Avery: Odin simply dwarfs Dion, who is not a small man. People have been asking for a one on one match between these two titans for some time, like a clash of the gods!! Billy: People have been asking for all sorts of weird shit, did you know there's a petition to remake Trainspotting with MUPPETS?? Chris Avery: What the hell does that have to do with Odin Balfore in this match, Billy. Billy: ....He's a Muppet? Chris Avery: Odin Balfore is NOT a Muppet. Billy: Okay, have YOU seen underneath his backside at all times and can verify there ain't a hand up there? Yeah, I didn't think so, bucko. Watch yourself. As the bell is sounded, the titanic Odin looks for Dion to Niobe, and after a few words of warning to her, as Dion is trying to creep up towards him, Odin turns and begins laying into Dion with right hands! Chris Avery: Dionysus' new attitude, trying to get a win at all costs, just blew up on his face, you ain't gonna catch Odin napping!! Dion staggers forwards, and Niobe begins giving him a few rights as well. For a moment, both Odin and Niobe are clubbing away at him, then he fights back with rights and elbow shots, and is almost able to fight both the small and the very large competitor off, but then they both give him a double knee lift to the midsection, doubling him over. Odin and Niobe lift Dion up, and begin clubbing him over the back repeatedly. Dion fights back by flinging a few elbows at their midsections, but Odin whips him into the corner with force. Niobe and Odin begin laying the boots to Dion, booting him down to a sitting position. Chris Avery: What an unlikely display of unity from these two. Billy: They're united in their disdain for Dion, and I mean, he kind of brings it on himself, come out here with his gimp Alastor in his LARP mage robes and elves and whatnot. NERD. Chris Avery: You... you DO know... that the venn diagram of people that LARP and people that watch this show... is, if not a complete circle, then at least shows a lot of overlap, right? Billy: .... NERRRRDS!!! Odin and Niobe lift Dion up and punish him with a double vertical suplex. Odin drops an elbow across Dionysus's chest, then backs up as Niobe comes in and gives him a leg drop across the throat. Dion rolls around on the mat in pain. Odin lifts Dion up, applying a modified abdominal stretch so Niobe has a clear shot at him, and Niobe lays into Dion's stomach with a few stiff martial arts kicks. Finally, Niobe punishes Dion with a knee lift to the side of the head, and Dion flops to the mat. Niobe goes for the pin, but Odin immediately pulls her off. Odin lifts Niobe up and throws her into the corner. He turns back to Dion, but Niobe hops on his back and starts trying to apply a sleeper hold. Odin flings her over his shoulder. Niobe gets up, and Odin takes her down with a back body drop, elevating her high into the air. Billy: Wow, she's in living a nightmare already. Who knew that the nickname worked on so many descriptive narrative levels? Dionysus gets to his feet and spots Niobe. He begins to furiously boot her down. He starts to get down and choke her violently, as if he is damn fired up and tired of being overlooked. He gets to his feet, seething with anger, and turns around. Odin and Dion have a momentary staredown. Dion holds his hand out, and points to Niobe, saying we take her out, then we have our one on one match". Odin looks at it for a second, teases shaking his hand, then slaps it away. Dion, pissed off, snarls at Odin, and slaps him in the face. Odin tackles him down to the ground and begins mounting him with punches. Dion starts to cover up from the onslaught, but finally he is able to throw Odin off. Odin gets to his feet immediately, and begins clubbing Dion over the back, the alliance over before it began. However, Dion fires back, and stands up to his full height, throwing punches. Odin staggers Dion back with a headbutt as Niobe waits behind Odin, who is giving Dion a few clubs to the back. Odin turns around and Niobe goes for a running front dropkick. Odin moves, and Niobe flies into Dion, booting him in the face. Dion rolls out of the ring. Niobe gets to her feet and turns as Odin goes for a clothesline, but Niobe ducks and again locks onto the giant's back with a sleeper hold again. There is a comical moment of 125 pound Niobe hanging on Odin's back, and Odin just tilts his head to the side, as if she weighs nothing, and he's kind of annoyed that she would even try this. He immediately runs backwards and drives Niobe back first into the turnbuckles with force. He squashes Niobe into the corner again and again, and finally Niobe releases the hold enough for Odin to shift her around, grip her by the side and walk her out into the center of the ring for a sidewalk slam. He covers, and the referee drops down for the count. The ref: One... (Dion breaks it up.) Dion lifts Odin up and begins hitting knee lifts to the face. He plants Odin with a vertical suplex. He goes to lift Odin up again but Odin gives him a European that makes him stumble back. Odin gets to his feet and nearly takes Dion's head off with a big boot. Odin turns to Niobe, giving her a few clubbing blows to the back, and then he drops her with a back suplex. Dion gets to his feet, and then Odin grips his arm and whips him with force into the corner, following it up by charging in and hitting a nasty looking corner spear. Dion is doubled over nearly in half, his eyes open wide in pain, and Odin pulls him out and hits a short DDT. Odin lifts Dion up and hits a shoulder backbreaker, then drops into the cover. The ref: One... Two... Kickout. Odin lifts Dion up, when suddenly Dion rakes his eyes. Odin turns away, scrubbing at his eyes, and Dion takes a moment to stumble away. He finds Niobe, and he lifts her up. He applies a headlock on her, then he drops her with a running bulldog. He starts to go for a cover, but Odin dives at him to break it up. Dion has it spotted and moves, letting Odin sandwich Niobe. Odin gets up to his knees, and Dion punts him in the side of the head. Odin flops back to the mat. Dion lets out a mighty battle cry. Dion then walks over to Niobe. He punishes her with an STO backbreaker. Then, he grips her arm and twists it back with a Fujiwara armbar. Niobe screams in pain. Dion yanks back on the arm. Niobe begins fighting back by flinging elbows into Dion's temple, repeatedly, until he finally loosens the hold. Dion clubs her over the back of the head. He whips Niobe to the ropes. She catches herself on the ropes as she approaches and stops herself. Dion comes running at her. Niobe drops down at the last second, pulling down the top rope, and sending the charging Dion flying over the top rope to the outside. Niobe waits for a moment, then as he pulls himself up she uses the ropes to slingshot herself over for a suicide dive, taking him down. The crowd pops. Niobe is pulling herself to her feet. She goes to lift Dion up, but then Dion grabs her by the hair and yanks her down with force onto the concrete floor on the back of her head. He snarls in anger down at her. He begins peeling back a section of the mat, exposing the concrete. He looks down at Niobe, telling her it's all over, as he lifts her up and hooks her in position for a vertical suplex. He lifts her up in the air for the suplex, about to drop her onto the concrete, but Odin comes out of nowhere and spears Dion, causing both Dion and Niobe to crash into the concrete with force. Chris Avery: Oh my god! That looked like a three-car pileup! Odin lifts Niobe up over his head and drops her face first across the apron. Niobe falls back, holding her face. Odin lifts Dion up and whips him with force into the steel steps. Dion hits shoulder first with a loud crash. He moans in agony. Dion starts to get to his feet, holding his shoulder, and Odin walks over and bounces his head off the apron. Dion stumbles, but Odin does it again, and again, and again, as the crowd begins to count along. When he gets to the count of eight, and a dizzy Dion can barely stand on his own feet, Odin rolls him in the ring. Odin gets to his feet and grips Dion in a waistlock, and gives him a series of six German suplexes, ending the last one with a release German suplex that sends Dion flying across the ring and dropped on the back of his neck. Odin rolls over and covers him. Chris Avery: The power of the All-Father is in full effect here tonight, this is a man who has competed against numerous World champions here and looked like a dangerous threat. Billy: ......That shit anything like the power of Greyskull? The referee: One ... Two... Kickout. Odin goes to lift Dion up, but Niobe gives him a low dropkick to the face. Odin falls back. Niobe hits a running senton splash across the chest of Odin to follow it up. Dion is starting to get to his feet, and Niobe takes him down with a leg drop bulldog. Dion rolls out of the ring, making his way over to the ringpost to regain his composure. Niobe climbs back onto the apron and she lets out a yell to the crowd, informing them that this is her ring. Odin is starting to gets to his feet and he comes over. He clubs Niobe and attempts to suplex her back into the ring. Niobe tries to fight him off, but Odin overpowers her, clubbing her over the back and slamming her into the ring with a vertical suplex. Odin lifts Niobe up, and punishes her with an inverted DDT. He starts to go for a cover, but thinks better of it. He lifts Niobe up, running a thumb across his throat, and calling for a pop-up powerbomb. Niobe is able to reverse it in midair, and actually catches Odin on the way down with a hurricanrana that sends Odin tumbling onto his butt. Odin rolls over, dazed, and Niobe runs in and hits the spinning enziguri while the big man is on one knee. Chris Avery: TRUE NIGHTMARE!! Billy: If that's anything like "True Lies" Niobe's going to have a surprisingly enjoyable little popcorn movie where she gets to do an awkward striptease in the middle of it. Chris Avery: Billy, what the f- Never mind. The cover! The referee: One... Two... Kickout. Odin throws Niobe off him with force. Niobe gets to her feet, giving a rising Odin a few kicks, but on her last attempt he catches her foot. He gets to his feet, holding her leg, and then spins her around, and when she fully turns he knocks her back down with a clothesline. Odin lifts Niobe up and whips her into the corner. Niobe at the last second is able to spring up to the top turnbuckle, set herself, and she attempts to fly off with a moonsault. Odin gets up, catching her across his shoulder in midflight, and then he turns and plants her with a running powerslam. Niobe arches her back in pain. Odin drops down for a cover. Chris Avery: LAWMAKER!! The referee: One.... Two... Kickout. Odin peels Niobe up. He puts her head between his legs, motioning that it's over. Odin lifts her up, going for a Mark of Odin powerbomb, but Niobe begins pounding on his head, making Odin stagger over towards the ropes with Niobe on his shoulders. When they get to the ropes, Niobe performs a sort of hurricanrana, pulling Odin down throat first across the top rope. Odin staggers away, holding his throat, and then he drops to his knees. Niobe springs off the ropes and takes him down with a tornado DDT. Odin is staring straight up at the lights. Niobe covers... The referee and the crowd: One Two... Kickout. Niobe motions for Odin to get up as she walks over to the ropes. She raises her arms to the crowd, getting them behind her. Odin is shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Niobe sets herself on the top rope, and attempts to take a prone Odin down with a Diving DDT from the top rope, but at the last second Odin moves out of the way. Niobe goes crashing and burning down to the mat. She rolls around, holding her backside. Odin gets to his feet. Niobe is starting to pull herself up, holding her back in pain. When she turns around, Odin boots her in the gut and drops her with a slingshot brainbuster. Odin drops into the cover. Chris Avery: SECURITY BREACH!! Billy: Odin might be looking to roll into Uprising with ALLLLL the momentum!! The referee counts the pin. The referee and the crowd: One... Two... (Dion breaks it up by booting Odin in the back of the head.) Billy: Ah, I wondered where he got to.Dion grips Niobe's arms, and stretches them back, as he puts a boot on the back of her head. Then, he violently stomps down, curbstomping her face to the mat. Niobe is laid out. Dion grins, and goes for a cover. Odin runs in, holding the back of his head, and then Dion lets him dogpile onto Niobe instead of following through with the cover. Odin gets to his feet, and Dion knees him in the gut. He lifts him up and hits a Death valley driver. Then, Dion walks over to the ropes, talking trash about having enough and that it's his time. He runs to the ropes and performs a Praetorian Lionsault, hoping to come down across the chests of both the prone Niobe AND Odin at the same time. However, at the last second, both Niobe and Odin get out of the way in opposite directions as the Lionsault is incoming, leaving Dion to go sailing to the mat, crashing and burning. Dionysus gets to his feet, holding his chest, and he turns right into a superkick from Arica Niobe that leaves a memorable snapshot of spit flying from his mouth as her boot impacts his jaw. He totters, but perhaps his magic has worked in his favor as he doesn't fall, just wobbles around in a full circle before being put in the sights of Odin, who comes from the other side with a rotation and a brutalizing discus lariat, Odin attempts to go for the pin himself, but Niobe shoots in, grabbing him by the hair and dumping him by the back of his pants out between the middle and bottom rope. Odin rolls to a thumping stop, and looks up with a shocked expression as Niobe pins Dion. The referee and the crowd: One... Two... Three - Kickout!! Niobe looks up, shocked and crestfallen. She can't believe that she didn't get the pin, after she craftily threw Odin out and everything. She grimaces, and starts to grow an evil, distended look on her face. She marches to her feet, slapping Dion over the head, and she goes to pick the Crimson Gladiator up. She slowly, sloowwwwly pulls Dion up, and tries to maneuver the much bigger star for a Gory Neckbreaker. But Dion, eyes opening up wide with intensity, is having NONE of this. He turns, grabs the arm of Niobe, and irish whips her into the corner with so much force that she hits back first and stumbles out, holding her back. Dionysus grabs her arm again, and flings Niobe into the other corner, again, making Niobe stumble out of the corner, holding her back. Niobe stumbles towards Dion, who boots the smaller girl in the gut, doubles her over, and drops her with a double pumphandle Orange Crush. Chris Avery: SILVER CHARIOT!!Dionysus pins. The referee and the crowd: One... Two... Three - KICKOUT! Dionysus is at his boiling point as he sits up. Anger. Indignation. Outrage. Negative emotion baking off of him like a kiln, as Alastor calls to him and tells him to stay calm. Dionysus gets to his feet, and he sees Odin climbing back in the ring. Dion runs in, charging at Odin for a bicycle knee... but NO! Odin counters, lifting up an incoming Dion and smashing him with a Pop-up Powerbomb! Now Odin rests on the mat, gasping for air, and tries to push himself up to his knees. Odin sees the prone Dion on the mat, and an insane idea seems to occur to the All-Father. He grips the ropes, and begins using them to pull him up... first to standing, and then, slowly, and unsteadily, not even looking safely like his 400-pound frame can ascend the turnbuckles, Odin starts climbing... Chris Avery: NO WAY NO WAY!!!Billy: SHIT FIRE! IS ODIN'S BIG ASS TRYING TO FLY?Odin slips a few times, and isn't quite centered, but he sets himself up on the top rope, and sees Dion below. Odin pats his elbow, and for a moment the titanic god sets himself up as if he is going to come crashing down like the wrath of the heavens. He sets flight off the top rope, epically jumping for an elbow drop... but at the last second, Dion rolls out of the way, and the massive Odin goes crashing and burning below! Surprisingly, the ring seems to shudder, but it does not break a hole through. Odin rolls and contorts on the mat, holding his elbow. Dion grimaces, in a lot of pain and holding his ribs, but he slowly pushes his way to his feet, and grabs Odin up dragging him by the arm. Both men are able to make it to their feet, and Dion stumbles a bit, but he wraps the massive arm of Odin around his throat, moving slowly as he has to keep Odin's bulk in place... and then, Dion ripcords the arm, turning Odin around into a ripcord Bullhammer elbow, dropping Odin and Dion following through by falling on top! Chris Avery: OH MY!! ODIN HAS BEEN DEIFIED!!For a long moment, both competitors are too winded to move, and Dion, selling the pain of the match, isn't able to get over for the cover, he can only rasp out a few breaths. Niobe, also begins crawling into the ring.. Dionysus stands up and Doc Holiday and Jessie Lee grab him through the ropes and bring him out of the ring! Billy: WHAT THE HELL!?Niobe stands up and Odin bullrushes in with a HUGE big boot knocking her down and pins! One! Two! Three! DING DING DING Odin gets back up ... And looks at Holiday and Lee now turning their attention on Odin.. they slide in and Odin hits a boot on Lee and Holiday hits right hand strikes on Odin shoving him back into the corner! Dion gets back into the ring and grabs Doc and hits an Angle Slam! Lee grabs Holiday and they get out of the ring and Dion turns around AND ODIN GOES FOR A LARIAT but DION ducks and bounces through the ropes to the outside.. Chris Avery: WOWBilly: THOSE FOUR SUPERSTARS ARE LOCKED AND LOADED FOR ALL IN THIS SUNDAY ARENT THEY!?We fade to a break.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:45:32 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:48:01 GMT -5
Submission Match Billy Ray Cash vs. Tatiana Jolee
Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is a submissions only match! Introducing first... Guitar riffs of the greatest sound on earth; Nashville Country hits. The original music recorded in 2005 continues to play as Billy Ray Cash comes through the curtain and lifts his guitar way up in the air. He yells out "IM THE GREATEST!" and then stands on top of the ramp for a few seconds soaking in the beautiful sounds of the crowd! Adilene Floyd: From Nashville, Tennessee, one of the GREATEST wrestlers of all time.. BILLY! RAY! CASH! Cash continues down the ramp holding the guitar up over his head in one hand and waving at everyone else with his other hand. He climbs up the steps and into the ring and sets his guitar down. He bounces off the ropes and does his strut in the middle of the ring and then looks directly into the hard cam and points both double deuces into the air as he yells out "DAMN, IM THE GREATEST!" He takes off his amazing pair of sunglasses and sets his guitar down onto the mats and is ready to start the match. Chris Avery: Huge opportunity coming up for Cash, if he can step up to one of the contenders for the AW World Title at Uprising, perhaps he can prove himself as great as he says he is, over and over, in that dated, cringey slice of 90's trivia he calls an entrance theme! Billy: Well I like him and I think he's got the stuff, DICKSHIT! Yeah, his catchphrase is catching on, I'm manifesting it, DICKSHIT! Chris Avery: Where are the FCC fines or network executive notes on THAT one? Adilene Floyd: And his opponent... The guitar opening of “Plowed” by Sponge begins to bellow out over the P.A system bringing the attention to the stage as the lights strobe as if in sync with the tempo of the song. Will I wake up, some dream I made up No, I guess it's reality What will change us, or will we mess up Our only chance to connect with a dream -KA-BOOM!- The fireworks explode off the top of the tron bringing the end to the strobes as a spotlight illuminates the figure of Tatiana Jolee standing there. Dressed in her blackout ring attire with matching boots and pads - her hair is pulled up in a bun and she has a black leather jacket with the Canadian flag on the back. Will I wake up, some dream I made up No, I guess it's reality What will change us, or will we mess up Our only chance to connect with a dream Say a prayer for me (Say a prayer for me) Say a prayer for me Say a prayer for me (Say a prayer for me) I'm buried by the sound Of a world of human wreckage In a world of human wreckage In a world of human wreckage Where I'm lost and I'm found, and I can't touch the ground I'm plowed into the sound To her side steps her manager, Ruby Goldhirsch dressed in a classy business savvy designer outfit, and after a nod to one another, the duo makes their way down the ramp to the ring. Adeline Floyd: “Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Ruby Goldhirsch - from Vancouver, British Columbia… TATIANA JOOOOOLEEEE!” To see wide open with a head that's broken Hang a life on some tragedy Plow me under the ground that covers The message that is the seed After a quick conversation with Ruby on the outside, TJ walks up the ring steps, gliding across the apron before entering the ring through the middle ropes. She gives the hard camera a smirk and a little wink while removing her jacket before settling into the corner to await the start of her match. Chris Avery: Tatiana looks RARING to go, hoping to pick up a huge win, right in her wheelhouse of technical expertise! Billy: Sorry I'm back, while Tatiana was strolling out to that crunchy, lengthy, 90's alternative tune, I thought I'd have enough time to make myself a turkey sammich. Chris Avery: I'm actually trying to be more invested in the match than your shenanigans, but...... did you? Billy: ...The mustard we had was stone ground, not honey dijon. Sadface. The bell rings and both competitors step up to each other as the referee tells them to keep it clean. Cash smirks and looks at Tatiana. He looks down at Tatiana, measuring how short she is with the palm of his hand. Tatiana sneers, and Cash calls her a DICKSHIT. Cash lumbers towards her, but Tatiana shoots in for an amateur takedown attempt, but Cash spins out of it. For a moment, they jockey for position, and then he sweeps her legs from under her, but before he can mount her, she quickly slips out. She attempts to clamp Cash in a facelock, but he spins out of it. Tatiana and Cash square off against each other, in a standoff. Chris Avery: It's started with an exchange of holds, but you can bet that won't end there. No pinfalls, you can ONLY win by making an opponent tap out!! Tatiana fires a flurry of martial arts kicks at Cash, starting with his hamstrings. Cash takes a kick to the midsection, and then Tatiana takes Cash down with a leg sweep and then she slaps on a leg grapevine. Cash breaks the hold immediately by getting to the ropes. Tatiana lifts Cash up and gives him a dragon whip, then attempting another, and holding onto his leg she lifts him up, and gives him a third dragon whip, hanging onto his leg before trying for a single leg crab. Cash won't let Tatiana turn him over, shoving her off. Tatiana goes flying into the corner and hits chest first, and she falls back to the mat. Cash axehandles her over the back before she can get up. Cash takes a moment to boot Tatiana down and then he sticks his boot on Tatiana's throat and begins choking her. He pulls down on the top rope as he pushes down with his boot. The ref warns Cash, but Cash ignores him. Chris Avery: That's low, but technically, this match is submissions only, so I wouldn't be surprised if the bar for disqualification is moved. Billy: From what we know of Cash’s past history, he is willing to get dirty and he is willing to get mean. As in, "the ends justify the - " Cash lifts Tatiana up and he goes for an Irish whip. Tatiana ducks a clothesline on the bounce back, then she runs to the ropes and hit Cash with a flying forearm smash. Tatiana nips up to her feet and as Cash gets up, she takes him down with a leg lariat. Tatiana drops an elbow across the back of Cash, then tries to lock in a rear chinlock. Cash groans as Tatiana tries choking him out already, blinking and not knowing what hit him. Tatiana grimly yells for him to stay down. Chris Avery: Tatiana using basic, safe submissions to grind Cash down so far! Billy: Yeah, I get that wrestling in Canada is a different thing, but with the reputation Canadians have for their hockey, you'd expect something a little more smashmouth... kick him in the junk and pull his ass over his head, like. Cash flails his arms, and struggles to rise to one knee, then to his feet. He slowly drives one elbow, then another, right into Tatiana's midsection. Then, Cash turns, and clobbers Tatiana while the hold is loose with a right hand. Tatiana falls off to the side. Cash takes a few steps away as he rubs his chin, and then he angrily starts stomping on Tatiana. He lifts her up, and whips her to the turnbuckle. Tatiana hits back first and stumbles out right into a heavy clothesline. Cash shakes his arm out from the impact. Cash plants Tatiana on her back with a scoop slam. Cash lifts Tatiana and powers her down with a snap suplex, and then hangs on to her head as he drags her back up and nails a side suplex. Finally, Cash drops an elbow across her back, locking in a rear chinlock. The ref checks on Tatiana, who flails her arms around in the air. Cash drops his rear down on Tatiana's lower back. Tatiana is pulled up, and Cash gives her a gutwrench suplex, and then he slaps on an armbar, yanking her arm painfully back. Chris Avery: Billy Ray is fighting back, showing the world that he was a former World Champion and he can take on the main event talent! Billy: If only every match he competed in were an armbar match. Tatiana starts sliding out, trying to finagle out of the hold. Cash grips Tatiana and locks her in a guillotine chokehold. Tatiana's arm flails. Cash grinds it in, using his longer legs to coil around the smaller woman. Tatiana refuses to give up, rocking back and forth, so Cash simply releases the hold. Cash then lifts Tatiana, hitting a double underhook backbreaker. Cash lifts Tatiana up, and begins peppering her with right hands, backing his smaller opponent up to the ropes. Tatiana ducks a right and sweeps in and gives him a kick to the hamstring, then another, and another. She tries for one more, but Cash grabs her foot and flings her around in a circle. Tatiana, dazed, pulls herself up on the ropes. Cash tells her to come on. Tatiana ducks under Cash's outstretched hands and gives him a forearm shot to the mouth, then she lights up his legs with a few kicks, including a straight stomp right on the knee. Tatiana backs up to the ropes, but Cash gives Tatiana a back drop that sends her sailing high into the air and crashing down on the mat. Tatiana shouts in pain and holds her lower back. Cash lifts her up with ease and plants Tatiana with a scoop slam. Tatiana grits her teeth and hisses in pain, as she holds her lower back. Cash lifts Tatiana back up, clubbing her over the back a few times, which completely floors Tatiana. Cash irish whips her to the ropes, and as she comes back off Cash swings for a clothesline but Tatiana ducks under it and keeps running to the opposite ropes. She flings herself at Cash for a Thesz press, but Cash catches onto her in midair, holding her in a bear hug of sorts before lowering her across his knee with a Manhattan drop. Tatiana sits down on Cash's knee, as Cash pulls her into a facelock and drops her to the mat with a DDT. Cash then rolls over on top of Tatiana, attempting to lock on a crossface. Tatiana reaches out quickly and scoots to the ropes before the hold can be fully applied. The ref tells Cash to break the hold and he does, holding his hands up innocently. Chris Avery: Come on, ref, there has to be some kind of line, or it'll be anarchy!! Cash lifts a dazed Tatiana up, and whips her into the corner. He comes in looking for a corner splash but Tatiana quickly slips out so that she's halfway onto the apron, sitting on the middle rope with her legs out. Cash hits the turnbuckle and staggers backwards. He turns towards Tatiana, to one side, and she tilts back and brings her legs up, connecting right in his face. Cash stumbles back, and Tatiana gets back into the ring. She gets a running start and then dropkicks Cash right in the knee. Chris Avery: I think Tatiana has found her own strategy as a way to take Cash down. Billy: It's like chopping down a lanky redwood that's like 1/4 neck and frosted blonde hair. Tatiana grabs Cash's leg and hooks his foot under her arm as if for a DDT and then drops back, slamming in on the mat. Cash grimaces and holds his leg and knee. Tatiana straightens the leg out and then drops a knee across the leg. Then she puts all her weight on it as she grabs his foot and bends upwards, twisting it. Cash groans and tries to push her off. He reaches for her, but she moves back out of his reach. Our official for the evening asks if Cash gives up, but Cash says no. Cash swings at her, but again Tatiana moves her head back, as she continues twisting upwards on his leg. Again, the ref asks if Cash will give up, but he refuses. Finally, Tatiana releases the hold. She gets to her feet and gives Cash a low straight kick right to the sternum as he sits up. After she knocks Cash down on the mat, she runs off the ropes, and leg drops him across the throat. Cash rolls around, holding his throat. Tatiana locks in the BULLY CHOKE, and Cash's eyes open up wide as Tatiana fully bridges over his back, pulling back under his chin with such force that her own back is arched. Chris Avery: Jolee has the Bully Choke locked in!! Cash is writhing in pain on the mat, and he's too far away from the ropes!! Several long seconds pass by in the hold, and Cash' face is turning red as a beet. He stretches out for the ropes, but he can't quite get there. Finally, in desperation, though, Cash drives an elbow back, flaring it and catching Tatiana in the side of the head. Bulldog like with tenacity, Tatiana holds on, but slowly, Billy Ray fires another elbow, then another, and Tatiana falls to the side, rubbing her temple. Both competitors take a breather, as Tatiana rubs her head. Finally, a gasping, winded Cash gets to one knee, as Tatiana boots him down a little. Suddenly, Cash comes out with a European uppercut that nearly knocks her head off. Cash gets to his feet, holding his throat. Cash turns Tatiana around and clubs her over the back. He hooks her head and lifts her up into a vertical suplex. He holds on for a moment, stalling and turning her around as he holds her up in the air in a display of strength, before bringing her crashing down to the mat. Cash rests, then sees Tatiana has rolled over to play rope-a-dope by hanging under the bottom ropes. Cash's face is deadly serious as he paces around, staring at her. Cash pulls Tatiana back up into a waistlock, and begins giving her a German suplex. Tatiana scrambles over to the ropes and grabs on to the top rope, holding on for dear life and attempting to block it. Cash clubs her across the back a few times, as he tries to suplex her, but she hangs on. The ref tells them to break it up out of the ropes. Cash and the ref argue for a moment, as Tatiana continues holding on to the ropes. Cash finally turns back to Tatiana, who slips out onto the apron and gives Cash a kick to the midsection. Tatiana then hangs grips Cash's head and pulls it down, hanging him up throat first on the top rope. Cash goes stumbling back, holding his throat. Tatiana gets back in the ring and takes Cash down with a leg lariat. Tatiana waits for Cash to recover, and she attempts to give him a shotgun dropkick, but Cash spins to the side, letting Tatiana run into the turnbuckle, and she pulls up enough to hit knees first. Tatiana stumbles out of the corner, holding her knees, and Cash grabs her and hits a Russian leg sweep!! Chris Avery: GENERAL Loooooooo I'm not saying this word. We should have retired these words. Nope. Do better, Billy Ray Cash. Billy: DON'T DISCRIMINATE THE NAME OF A FAMOUS GENERAL AND AN EVEN MORE FAMOUS MOONSHINE RUNNING VEHICLE! Chris Avery: I'm not naming that move, it's a hate crime. Cash starts to go for a pin, winded and exhausted... only for the referee to point that uh, bud, this is not a pinfall match, submissions only, and Cash, so stressed and exhausted, had forgotten about that. He has a crestfallen look on his face as he runs his hands over his mouth, certain he had it. Cash lifts Tatiana off the canvas and gives her a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, leaving Tatiana laying across his knee. Cash then lifts the smaller opponent as he stands up, and drops her with a back suplex. Cash walks away towards one of the corners as Tatiana slowly makes her way to her feet, and as Cash circles around he nails Tatiana with a big boot to the face that sends her off her feet. Tatiana lays on the mat, dazed and not knowing where she is. Cash lifts Tatiana back up and whips her off the ropes. As Tatiana bounces off the ropes, Cash lifts her up onto his shoulder before dropping her with a powerslam back breaker stretch RIGHT across his knee! He pushes down under Tat's chin to force his knee in her back! Billy: Let me hear your Bane voice on that one, Billy Ray! You merely ADOPTED the dark!! Tatiana lets out a scream as she is pushed nearly in half over the knee of Cash, as he has a hand on her leg and under her chin pushing down. He shouts for her to give up. Tatiana screams "NO!!" The crowd begins rhythmically clapping, trying to will Tatiana back into this match, and her free hand starts shaking. Several long moments pass by in the hold, and the referee can only ask Tatiana if she gives up. Finally, Tatiana throws a knee lift, then a punch, slow at first, then punching up with increasing ferocity, pounding on Cash' forehead, and then she frees herself enough to reach up with BOTH hands and gouge Cash right in the damn eyes! Cash's mouth stretches in a scream, and he throws Tatiana off his knee, and gets up, scrubbing at his eyes. Tatiana rolls outside the ring to recuperate. Chris Avery: It’s possible that Tatiana has been taken off guard by the ferocity Cash is showing in this match. Billy: But he's gotta make her TAP OUT! Can he even do it?? After a moment, Tatiana starts to get to her feet. She makes her way around the ring. Cash pursues Tatiana around the ring. Tatiana comes around the corner where the announcer table is, and she jumps on the corner of the table just as Cash comes around the corner by the ringpost. Tatiana jumps back with a springboard forearm knocking her back against the barricade and knocking Cash back against the ringpost. Cash then launches himself forward going for a clothesline, but Tatiana ducks and Cash gets nothing but ringpost. As Cash backs away from the turnbuckle holding his shoulder, Tatiana takes him down to the padded floor with a springboard legscissor off the ring apron. Cash rolls to the outside, and the ref is counting them both out. Tatiana rolls back in the ring, staring at Cash with intense focus. Cash, meanwhile, is pulling himself up. Tatiana goes for a baseball slide, but Cash moves out of the way and lets Tatiana go by him. Cash goes for a clothesline, but again Tatiana ducks. Cash and Tatiana both rise to a standing position as Cash wraps his arms around Tatiana's waist and powers her into the ring apron with force, as Tatiana screams. Chris Avery: Vicious shot by Cash, driving Tatiana into the apron. Cash drags a limp Tatiana over to the announce table and begins clearing it off. Billy and Avery scatter. Cash scoop slams Tatiana onto the announce table, then he walks over and climbs onto the Spanish announce table, gets a running start and gives her a big running leg drop on top of the announce table, and Tatiana is nearly beheaded and rolls off, dropping into a heap on the floor below. Chris Avery (winded): The action came right to our doorstep! The referee yells at them to get in the ring, because only submissions will end this match. Cash blinks, a bit stunned, and he gingerly starts pulling himself and Tatiana up, then rolls Tatiana back into the ring before entering the ring himself. Tatiana grabs her by him arm and attempts to whip him to the ropes, but Cash resists by planting his feet. He sends her into the far ropes with everything he has. Tatiana hits the ropes fast, so fast in fact that Cash can't get to his feet completely by the time she returns, and she grabs Cash around the neck before hitting a spinning neckbreaker on him in the middle of the ring. Tatiana then goes for a Lionsaut, but Cash gets his knees up and Tatiana hits midsection first across his upstretched knees. Cash then pulls the dazed Tatiana to her feet as she locks her into an abdominal stretch. Tatiana groans in pain. The bigger Cash has Tatiana bent into an uncomfortable position, and he screams "TAP!! TAP!!" Billy: I really think this is just an excuse by SOMEONE to show he knows how to apply submission moves to people. Chris Avery: ...I mean, Billy Ray Cash, right? Billy: Sure. Absolutely. No... meta references there or... anything... Tatiana reaches out for the ropes but she can't move any closer. Finally, Tatiana brings her foot down and stomps on Cash's foot. She does it again, and Cash finally releases the hold just enough for her to drop down and bring her leg up to connect with his face in a Pele kick. Tatiana drops to all fours as Cash stumbles back. Tatiana pulls herself up, and then she runs to the ropes and when she comes back, Cash catches her and drills her with a sidewalk slam. Then, just to make it that much more fucked up, Cash grips the legs, pulls Jolee arms back and stretches her with a Mexican surfboard. Chris Avery: Look at all that weight on Tatiana's back as Cash twists her body like a pretzel. Tatiana shouts in pain and flails her arms around frantically. Cash sits back on the hold, tightening the chinlock. The ref asks Tatiana if she gives up. Tatiana shouts "No!". Cash increases the pressure, and she screams, then bites her hand to keep from screaming. The crowd is chanting "Tatiana" over and over. She tries to elbow her way free. Tatiana can't help but to scream at the pressure on her back. Tatiana finally inches forward just enough and pulls herself out, and grabs the bottom rope. The ref tells Cash to break the hold. Cash aggressively holds on for just a moment. Finally, he gets to his feet. He and the official argue for a moment. Tatiana gets to her feet at about the same time, only Tatiana is holding her lower back. Cash walks over toward Tatiana, and Tatiana quickly gives him a spinning back kick to the gut, then jumps up onto the middle rope before hitting a sleeper hold drop. Both competitors are down momentarily, Cash jerking and spasming and holding his neck and Tatiana selling the beating from the submission. Tatiana rests, grimacing and holding her lower back. She slowly gets to her feet, gritting her teeth, and as Cash makes his way up, NOW Tatiana is able to rush into him and plow right through him with a double-footed shot. Chris Avery: SHOTGUN DROPKICK! TATIANA IS ROLLING NOW!! Tatiana motions that it's over, and she waits in the corner, begging for Cash to get up. Cash has to take a moment, and he grimaces, holding his chest and tottering around in a daze, but he does turn around, and Tatiana charges in, taking his head in both hands and smashing down onto her knees with a hellacious Codebreaker!! Chris Avery: And there's the DOUBLE CLUTCH!! Billy: You'd expect THAT to be the name of a submission move, but... Knowing there's only one way for this match to end, and having battered the living shit out of Cash with that succession of moves, a determined, defiant Tatiana looks out to the crowd, and to Pasternak for even booking her in this match and giving him the finger. Then, she hooks both legs, and wraps them around her knee, and steps over into a Sharpshooter!! The crowd goes insane!! Chris Avery: SHARPSHOOTER! THE MOVE THAT TAPPED OUT TORTURE AT EVOLUTION! THE MOVE THAT'S BROUGHT TATIANA SO MUCH SUCCESS!! Cash screams as Tatiana sits with all of her might on the hold, and he has to do a pushup to try and alleviate the pain. His face is turning red, and he tries biting on to his hand. He tries scrambling for purchase with his fingers. He tries with all of his might to flail towards the ropes. But, finally, he has to slap the mat. Ding Ding Ding Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner…Tatiana Jolee!Chris Avery: Another win for Tatiana Jolee! She’s got all the momentum heading into her BIG World Title Match at Uprising, in her HOMETOWN no less!Billy: Exactly! Tatiana is primed to…OH WATCHOUTWATCHOUTWATCHOUT!!!Unbeknownst to Jolee, Jill Park slides into the ring as Tatiana is having her hand raised by the official. Park slams the World Heavyweight Championship into the back of Tatiana, sending her to the canvas. The crowd boos LOUDLY as Park drops the belt and continues to stomp away at the back and neck of Jolee. Park backs into a corner of the ring SCREAMING at Jolee to get up… Jolee gets to all fours and Park springs out of the corner looking for a Curb Stomp…but SHES INTERCEPTED BY CARTER SHAW! Billy: SHITFIRE! Carter Shaw nearly decapitated Jill Park with a lariat!Chris Avery: Listen to this crowd!Shaw is fired up, and so is the crowd! Shaw picks up the World title belt and he’s sizing Jill up as she stumbles up to her feet, Shaw swings, but Jill ducks! She kicks Shaw in the gut, causing him to drop the belt. Jill aims a superkick for Shaw’s jaw but he catches her boot! He hits a stiff elbow strike that catches her flush on the jaw! She stumbles towards the ropes and Shaw clotheslines her over the top as the crowd explodes! Shaw is fired up! He turns and DOUBLE CLUTCH BY JOLEE! Chris Avery: Jolee just laid out Carter Shaw!Jolee sees the World Championship lying on the canvas. She lifts it up high in the air and the crowd POPS LOUDLY! Jill Park is in a seated position at the bottom of the ramp and looks MORTIFIED at the sight! Billy: WILL THIS BE THE SIGHT THIS SUNDAY AT UPRISING?! WILL TATIANA JOLEE FINALLY CLIMB THE LADDER…LITERALLY…AND WIN THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP? OR WILL CARTER SHAW? OR SOMEHOW…SOMEWAY WILL JILL PARK REMAIN ON TOP???Chris Avery: That remains to be seen but right now, Jolee is at the top of her game, and Jill Park looks TERRIFIED!
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 22:50:53 GMT -5
Backstage!
We cut to Pasternaks office!
Pasternak: Whats that? They're going to.. what? STRIKE? Why?!
Pasternak rolls his eyes.
Pasternak: Who is striking!? This Sunday at Uprising? Oh my god, WHO is it again?
He rolls his eyes and taps his forehead with his palm.
Pasternak: Oh my god, yeah, I guess I'll see them at Uprising.
We fade out.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 21, 2023 23:03:54 GMT -5
Main Event
The Punishers MC vs. Gerard Angelo(c) & Jonny Cedrone(c)
let get to the finish!
Brick throws Angelo into the ropes and hits a back body drop but Angelo lands on his feet and then hits a neckbreaker and puts Brick down! Billy: Thats the momentum shift he needed!Angelo rolls over and leaps and tags in Cedrone who just got back to a standing position! Cedrone gets in and hits Brick with a belly to belly!! Cedrone hits a side belly to belly on Axel! Brick turns around and gets a neckbreaker from Cedrone! Axel goes for a lariat but Cedrone ducks and Angelo springboards back and hits the CUTTER!! Cedrone grabs Brick and hits a cutter! Billy: THERE IT IS!!Cedrone pins! One! Two! Three! DING DING DING Billy: AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!! ANGELO AND CEDRONE!They get their belts and hold them up just as HOLIDAY AND LEE SLAM A LADDER INTO THE BACK OF THEM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Billy: OH MY GOD!!Brick and Axel roll out of the ring and get the hell out of dodge as Holiday and Lee slam the ladder down onto Cedrone and Angelo again!! THE CROWD POPS! AS ODIN BALFORE AND COREY BLACK ARE COMING DOWN THE RAMP!! Billy: OHHHH MY GOD!!Odin slides into the ring and boots Holiday back into the turnbuckles as Corey Black goes right after Jessie Lee! Dionysus is coming down the ramp just as Sitcom is coming down too! Sitcom grabs Dion as he slides in and brings him back out and throws him into the railing! Sitcom gets into the ring and LEE AND SITCOM GO AT IT WITH PUNCHES!! Billy: OHHH HERE WE GOO!!Dion slides back into the ring and tackles Holiday into the corner and Dion, Odin and Holiday are all trading barbs! Billy: WE'RE OUT OF TIME!! Chris Avery: THIS IS GOING TO EXPLODE!! THIS SUNDAY!! Billy: ALL-IN!! UPRISING!! OH MAANNNWe fade out with everyone now brawling..
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