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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:34:32 GMT -5
WE ARE LIVE from Rocket Mortgage FieldHouse in Cleveland, Ohio Capacity: 18,498 Chris Avery: Hanging over our heads is the brutal and unforgiving Hell in a Cell that will headline Final Chapter this Sunday! Billy: Downfall will put the Action Wrestling World Championship against Roman Gunn, Shadowlove, Teo Blaze, Gerard Angelo, and Tatiana Jolee! Chris Avery: That match earned the top votes from an online poll from the loyal AW fans... and we could see a new champion! Billy: Don't forget about Downfall's promise, pal. His next loss will be his last loss. Chris Avery: That's right, Billy. Downfall has vowed to call it quits when he loses the World Championship! Billy: I heard all six competitors will be here tonight, and we'll hear from 'em later on! Chris Avery: Also tonight... two championship matches! We'll see Jessie Lee defend the Television Championship against TJ Alexander! But first...
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:35:00 GMT -5
The Keers vs. The New Brotherhood(c)
The Supermarks can be seen standing in the ring. With them, wearing black suits with a shite shirt, black baseball caps, and dark sunglasses are a group of 5 guards all standing with their arms clasped behind their back.
Billy: Standing bravely in the ring surrounded by armed guards we have Mark and Marky Markerson... the Supermarks. Chris Avery: At least one of those guards looks oddly familiar.
The camera pans close up to one of the guards which is clearly Cipher- still wearing his trademark mask but with the hat and sunglasses on over it.
Marky: Ladies and Gentlecucks, I'm here to tell you that we are NOT AFRAID of the New Brotherhood and their fake claims of aggressions that they're going to take on us.
Mark: That's right... these guards, our insurance company Lord's of London, are insisting that we walk around with them just in case because quote "Their life insurance policy doesn't cover stupidity!" Fuck them. What we did 2 weeks ago was FAR from stupid. What we did 2 weeks ago was take 2 men who think that they're on top of the world and showed them that they are nothing but mere mortals just like the rest of us.
Marky: Kevin Bishop... how does your jaw feel?
The Marks laugh with each other as "Cold" by Static X plays over the arena speakers. From the top of the entrance ramp you can see Kevin Bishop and Cipher standing at the top. Bishop picks up the microphone.
Kevin Bishop: Funny how you guys are talking a big game down there surrounded by hired guns. Talking about the Gunns... we took them out too! We UNIFIED these TAG TEAM TITLES, we've brought BETTERMENT back to the AW TAG TEAM DIVISION. AND NOW... we're seeking VENGEANCE on those who did us wrong. Aint that right, Cipher.
He hands the microphone over to "Cipher" next to him as the Crowd roars. In the ring, the REAL Cipher takes off his hat and sunglasses and knocks two of the guards heads together and slowly and quietly brings them to the ground. Then he sneaks up behind the other 2 and does the same thing, quietly bringing them down to the ground. Then he taps Mark on the shoulder to grab the microphone. Mark, without looking behind him passes the microphone back as Cipher in the ring speaks.
"That's right, Kevin. And it's time that we make ourselves seen!"
The Marks slowly turn around with their eyes widened. They see Cipher Standing behind them and they run into each other and then roll out of the ring. Cipher rolls out of the ring and Bishop beelines towards the ring. The fake Cipher makes their way backstage not to be seen again. The Marks jump over the barricade and into the crowd and run faster that anyone has ever seen anyone run through the crowd. They get to a promenade and nimbly leap up, grab up onto the ledge and pull themselves up into the upper stands and runs up that way. They get to a scaffold and climb up the ladder towards a maintenance door and run out the door. Meanwhile the New Brotherhood stand ringside with each other. Bishop grabs the microphone.
Bishop: The taste for pain is unsationable, brother. We must have it. We must enact violence! GET THE KEER TWINS OUT HERE!!!!
Chris Avery: It looks like they're calling for their match to begin... Ethan Miller: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is for the Action Wrestling Tag Team Championships! Introducing first...Chris Avery: What a way to kick off this night of tag team matches, on our last stop to The Final Chapter, Billy!! Billy: Finally getting to the action in Action Wrestling, after the opening round of soliloquies! Hey, I can be fair and balanced, Downfall's entrance alone needed a commercial break!
"Sher (Lion)" by Jim Johnson hits and the lights start strobing around the arena in neon green, bright blue and red! The Keer Twins come out through the curtain and stand at the top of the stage and kneel down and kiss the ground that shares their knees. They stand back up and go back to back while praising their arms into the air! Ethan Miller: From the Royal Kingdom of Tripura, India, they are Rika and Prem Keer! The KEEERR TWINSSS!!
They yell in their native tongue and bounce up and down super energetic as the crowd boos and they lose their entrance robes as they run down the rest of the ramp and slide into the ring. Once inside the ring Rika takes his scarf off and wraps it around his fist and does a punching motion as Prem stands on the middle turnbuckles praising his arms into the air. They come back together in their corner as the hip hop song fades out. Chris Avery: The Keer Twins have been invaluable allies to Raja, even leading him to the CBS Title once, but if they can bring back the Tag Titles to the Royal Kingdom of Tripura, you know that there will be a hell of a celebration!! Billy: I am not culturally aware enough about the political situation in their country to not say something ignorant and get cancelled on X, soooo I'll just say I really like their beards!! Chris Avery: Since Bishop scouted Cipher to his cause they've been nothing but dominant in the Tag division, let's see if they can keep that going tonight!!
The bell rings and Rika squares off against Kevin Bishop. "The Infinite" fires up, immediately tattooing the indescribably large Tripuran with right hands, however, Rika levels the smaller man with a clothesline. A stunned Bishop holds his jaw in surprise at the Keer Twin not immediately falling on his sword, and immediately rolls over and tags in Cipher. Cipher goes for a few right hands, trying to beat him down, and backs him up to the ropes. Cipher goes for an irish whip , but Rika resists. Cipher can't budge the big man at all, but Rika yanks him in for a shortarm clothesline, knocking Cipher end over end. Bishop runs in, and Rika destroys him with another clothesline. Rika lifts Bishop up and gives him a headbutt that makes him stagger out of the way. Cipher gets up and eats a second headbutt. Cipher drops down to the mat. Rika lifts Cipher up and gives him a wicked club to the back. He starts to try for a full nelson, but Cipher keeps his arms separated, and he uses his free elbow to pound on Rika's head. Cipher begins firing away at Rika with right hands. Rika knees him in the gut and gives him a harsh side slam to the mat. He goes for a cover. The referee: One... Bishop breaks it up. Chris Avery: I think Bishop and Cipher were surprised by the strength of Rika Keer! Billy: Are these guys really supposed to be strong? I couldn't find any information on them, they could have been toothpicks for all I knew. - Oh, but NOW, seeing them in the ring, I can IMMEDIATELY visualize them! Absolute hosses, powerhouses! Chris Avery: Bishop quickly saving his partner!!
Bishop begins furiously booting Rika Keer, keeping him down. Cipher gets up and he joins in, and the two of them continue to beat Rika down with double boots and stomps and clubs, showcasing how they're tweeners kinda. The referee makes Kevin Bishop leave the ring, but Cipher continues the assualt, lifting Rika up in a headlock. Rika begins powering out, elbowing Cipher in the gut hard enough to make him jump. Cipher clubs Rika over the back a few times, and applies a facelock and hauls him over to his corner, where he tags in again, and holds Rika while Bishop kicks him several times in the ribs. Then, Bishop lays Rika in the corner and lands a huge chop to the chest. Rika holds his chest in pain, and Bishop does it again. Raja starts going crazy, and trying to get in the ring. Then, as the ref is distracted by Raja on the outside making a scene, and Cipher chokes Rika with the tag rope as Bishop punches him in the gut. The referee turns around, and notices, and makes Cipher let go. Cipher pretends not to know what he's talking about. Chris Avery: The New Brotherhood are taking a lot of aggression out on the Keer Twins, that should be a disqualification. Billy: Umm, why? He said he didn't do anything... he just said so.
Bishop tags in Cipher, who chokes Rika on the bottom rope with his boot. Then, he lifts Rika up and gives him a snapmare, before applying a rear chinlock. The referee asks Rika if he gives up, but he refuses. Rika fights to his knees, then up to his feet, as Cipher tries to keep the hold in, Rika meets him with elbows to the gut, and then he powers free and plants Cipher with a harsh body slam. Cipher groans, and arches his back in pain. Rika tags in Prem Keer, and together, they take Cipher down with a double backdrop. Rika leaves the ring, and Prem executes a snapmare where Cipher is left in the sitting up position, then he hits a dropkick to the back. Prem gets up and then locks him in a bridging deathlock. Chris Avery: The Keer Twins have powered through the rules bending of the New Brotherhood and now they're slamming Cipher around like a rag doll!! Billy: Being that both of these teams are proud about how they're riding both sides of the fence, who am I even supposed to root for?? Chris Avery: Why not be completely unbiased and call the match right down the middle. Billy: But... but that isn't my shtick! I provide either slightly robotic, slightly country catchphrases about barbecue sauces or meta in-joke references to the fed, depending on who writes my material!!
Cipher screams out in pain. Prem puts more pressure onto Cipher, but Cipher uses his strength to get to the ropes. The ref starts a count to a disqualification,and Prem breaks off at the four count. Prem gets up and stomps several times on the back of Cipher. Prem goes and begins to pick up Cipher, who busts out rights and lefts to his gut. He kicks Prem right in the kneecap, making Prem drop to one knee, then he blasts him with a spinning wheel kick. Then he drags Prem’s body over to his corner and tags in Bishop. Bishop gets in and begins stomping at Prem’s body. Bishop lifts Prem up and hits a jawbreaker, making Prem jump back holding his jaw. Bishop follows that up by hitting a hurricanrana, then as Prem stumbles to his feet once again he is taken down by a Codebreaker. Bishop tags in Cipher again, nodding . Then Cipher begins to lift Prem, and Prem tries to fight back. Cipher gets the upper hand, whipping Prem to the ropes, and on the return, blasting him with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK! Cipher starts going for a cover, but almost immediately Rika gets tired and comes running in and kicks Cipher full in the face, making him flop onto his back. Bishop comes in to back up Cipher, but quickly is taken down by a big boot. Rika lifts Cipher up and powerbombs him to the mat with force. Bishop gets up, wobbling, and Rika throws him out of the ring, shouting threatening words. Prem picks himself up. He performs a curbstomp on Cipher for good measure. Now Rika and Prem mouth off to the crowd, pointing at their waists and holding their hands up in the air, proclaiming they will be the new Tag Team champions, as on the outside, Raja applauds. Cipher tries to crawl to his corner, where Bishop is supposed to be, but Prem clubs him over the back of the head. He gives Cipher some aggressive forearm shots. Prem then attempts a kick and Cipher grabs his foot, but Prem twists and hits an enziguri. Prem motions to Rika, who climbs up onto the ropes, facing the prone Cipher... and Rika comes off with a splash off of the middle rope. Following that immediately, Prem comes off with a moonsault from the top rope, driving like a comet down to earth and CRUSHING Cipher. Rika exits the ring, Prem goes for the cover. Chris Avery: TRIPURA HOMAGE! THE KEER TWINS ARE CLOSING IN ON THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!! The referee: One…
Two…Bishop comes in and makes the save, by stomping Prem in the back. Cipher gets up and sees Prem is still on the mat. Bishop begs for the tag and Cipher tags him in. Bishop comes out as Prem gets to all fours. Bishop runs and drop kicks Prem in the head. Bishop begins to try and lift Prem, but Prem just pushes Bishop off and Bishop launches off the ropes. Bishop comes back and Prem tries to clothesline him and Bishop ducks the clothesline, running to the opposite ropes and as hits the ropes he springs up and then flies off the second rope with a springboard diving Codebreaker! Chris Avery: THE BLACK DEATH! THE BLACK DEATH TO PREM KEER!!
Rika Keer tries running in, to make the save yet again, but this time, Cipher is waiting for him, and whips him around into a swift roundhouse kick which sends spit flying out of his mouth!! Chris Avery: EVISCERATOR TO RIKA KEER!! THE TAG CHAMPS ARE ROLLING!!
Cipher goes back to his corner, as the referee checks on Rika, who is rolling to the outside, nearly unconscious. Raja is trying to help his client up, a worried expression on his face. Kevin Bishop walks over, tagging in Cipher, and he pulls a dazed Prem Keer up, who is barely even able to stand on spaghetti legs; Bishop grabs his head and drops back, smashing him with a Codebreaker (Black Death) and keeping him stretched over his knees, as Cipher ascends the ropes, setting himself up and flinging off the top turnbuckle, hitting a swanton (Broken Code) across Prem's back! Bishop pushes a devastated Prem off and rolls to the apron, as Cipher pins... Chris Avery: BLACK! DEATH! DESTROYER!! THAT SPELLS THE END!! The referee: One...
Two...
Three!! Ding Ding Ding Ethan Miller: Here are your winners.... and STILL AW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE NEW BROTHERHOOD!!
"Cold" by Static X hits on the PA, as Bishop enters the ring and embraces Cipher. The two are handed their Tag title belts and celebrate the bracing victory. Prem Keer rolls to the outside, defeated and shamed, as Raja is holding his head in his hands and berating his team in Tripuran, shouting at them and stomping his feet. Prem and Rika look disgraced. Chris Avery: The Keer Twins put up a better fight than we thought - Billy: I mean, it wouldn't have been worth even the ad space if they just came out and lost in one move, this really goes to show that the Tag Titles are a prize worth fighting for! - Chris Avery: But you see right there, the Tag division is firmly in the hands of the New Brotherhood!!
Cipher and Bishop stand on the ropes, holding their Tag title belts up and celebrating, gaining a mixed reaction from the crowd, as the Keer Twins and Raja exit, snarling at them from the ramp. Kevin Bishop stands, holding his Tag belt up in the air at them and staring defiantly.
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:35:07 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM KARLIE NASH
Ethan Miller: Please welcome at this time Karlie Nash.
Knuckle-up plays in the arena and Karlie makes her way to the ring, she stops to greet the Milf-tourage before entering the ring, she leans through the ropes and asks for a mic. The crowd booed her. Karlie Nash: You think all of you losers booing me bothers me, hell no.Karlie smirks. Karlie Nash: When was the last time this city won anything?
The crowd boo her even louder. Karlie Nash: Whatever. Tonight here in front of all you loser pieces of garbage, I step into this ring with Niobe Martin and Chelsea Winston, and guess what they’ll lose, when you face someone like me who knows every tag team trick there is you could honestly put one of you idiots on a team with me and I’d still win. Chelsea and Niobe you both have no idea how good I am in the tag team environment, tonight I’ll give you both a lesson in tag team wrestling, and my partner well for one night she gets stand next to a tag team legend, tonight this match is a Bad Bitch Crown preview, which is fitting since your looking at the baddest bitch, me. Tonight Chelsea, Niobe this isn’t your night after I carry vespertine to victory, I walk into Final Chapter and walk out both Television championship and the bad bitch crown. Try and stop me.
Karlie drops the mic and exits to the back.
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:35:12 GMT -5
TJ Alexander vs. Jessie Lee(c) Ethan Miller: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Marks: ONE FALL!!! Ethan Miller: And it is for the Action Wrestling Television Championship! Marks: YYYAAAYYY!!!
(Please write out how your character's entrance will be used for results writing) Billy: … Chris Avery: …
Without warning, the lights in the arena cut out and the live professional wrestling fandom was left in pure darkness. That is until the heavy drums of Ghostkid's SUPERNOVA began to reverberate throughout the arena; flashes of lights strobing along with the early beat of the song. This is a, this is a Beautiful, beautiful This is a, this is a Beautiful, beautiful
This is a, this is a Beautiful, beautiful This is a, this is a Beautiful day to DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!With Sebastian Biesler's guttural screams piercing throughout the arena the lighting turned back on to reveal the nearly six-foot muscular frame of Jessie Lee standing center stage. With her feet shoulder-width apart and arms hanging loosely at her sides, the Aussie directed a fierce scowl in the direction of the ring with her head slightly cocked to the side. After several moments of allowing the song to play out Jessie abruptly grabbed onto her leather vest, gave it a rough tug, and marched down the ramp with a deadly swagger in her step. The Action Wrestling Television Champion shining brightly from its position around her waist. Ethan Miller: Making her way to the ring from Perth, Western Australia.......she is the REIGNING;DEFENDING World Television Champion ...The Dommy Mommy of Action Wrestling....Jessie......LEEEEEEEEEE!
With the announcement of her name, the pugilist powerhouse continued her descent down the rampway until she reached the bottom. Taking a moment to check the tape wound around her wrists one last time, Jessie lurched forward in a sprint and leaped into the air as if she were vaulting over a hurdle. However, instead of a hurdle, Jessie cleared the end of the ring apron and skirted into the ring underneath the bottom rope. She then hopped to her feet and began pacing around the ring as the anticipation of the upcoming contest visibly appeared in the form of spontaneous shit-talking those around her; announcers, referees, opponents, and front-row fans were all fair game! Then, as SUPERNOVA faded away, Jessie tore the vest from her shoulders and chucked it to the outside before tearing the Television Champion from around her waist so that she could hold it high before ultimately handing it to the referee. Billy: Jessie Lee has been on a heck of a run since taking down the mighty DRAUGR at Holiday Bash. Chris Avery: … but TJ Alexander has had luck on his side lately. Tonight could be his night. DING DING DING
TJ and Jessie circle each other and then lock up. TJ backs Jessie into the corner. The ref insists that he breaks off. TJ obliges, and Jessie chops him across the chest. He backs up and she follows. They lock up again. This time, she pushes him to the corner. The ref insists that she breaks off. She obliges, and again chops him across the chest. She backs out to the middle of the ring and draws a proverbial line in the sand. Billy: She darin’ him to try that in a small town! Chris Avery: Cleveland isn’t a small town, Billy.
TJ charges in and goes for a lock up with Jessie. She spin kicks him in the gut, then pulls his head in and hooks him for a suplex. She hits him with a delayed vertical suplex. Billy: Dang! Chris Avery: There’s the cover! ONE!
TW--KICKOUT!!Jessie puls TJ up and whips him to the ropes. He ducks a clothesline from her. She ducks a clothesline from him, and floats behind, hooking on an abdominal stretch. He reaches toward the ropes and can’t quite make it. He manages to get an arm free and elbows her to loosen her hold, then hip tosses her out of the abdominal stretch. She hits the mat, and he follows up with an elbow drop, then another, then another, then another. Billy: Rapid fire elbow drops!
He keeps dropping elbows until he wears himself out, then drops down and covers her. ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Billy: I can’t believe that almost worked!
He lies on the mat next to her, catching his breath from the flurry of elbow drops. With both combatants down, the referee starts to count. 1… 2… 3…
TJ sits up, exhausted. 4… 5… 6…
Jessie sits up, smiling at him. Billy: Uhh ohh…
She lunges forward and headbutts the side of his head. Chris Avery: Business is about to pick up!
Jessie gets to her feet and she grabs TJ by the ear, dragging him to his feet. He desperately swings and punches her in the gut. She backs off and he connects with a dropkick to the dome. She hits the mat and he covers. ONE!
TW--KICKOUT!!He gets his feet and she sits up, smiling. He kicks her in the chest and she hits the mat. She sits up again, smiling. He kicks her in the chest again and she hits the mat, but snaps back up quicker. She slaps herself across the chest several times as she gets to her feet. She dares him to chop her. He shrugs and throws a chop. She big boots his hand. Billy: Shitfire!
He clenches his hand in pain, and throws a wild clothesline. She ducks it and hits the ropes. When he turns around, she nails him with a super(wo)man punch. Chris Avery: BOOOOMMM!!!
She goes to cover him but he landed close enough to the ropes that he is able to pull himself to safety on the ring apron. Billy: TJ Alexander is still in the fight!
She approaches the ropes and drags him back into the ring, far enough from the ropes. She goes to cover him, but he small pqckage rolls her up. ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!Both competitors get to their feet. Jessie goes for another super(wo)man punch, but he dodges it just in time. She turns to him and eats an uppercut, followed by a standing shiranuaiia. Billy: CRASH LANDING!! Chris Avery: THERE'S THE COVER!! ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Billy: Too dang close! We almost had a new TV Champ, pal!
TJ can't believe it but he gets back to work. He pulls her up in a front facelock, then sets her in place for-- Chris Avery: Is it Game Over?!
Jessie spins out and kicks him in the gut, then pulls him into a double underhook. She plants him with a spinning facebuster and the crowd goes wild. Billy: LEETHALITYYYYY!!! Chris Avery: THERE’S THE COVER!!! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!DING DING DING Ethan Miller: The winner of this match… Billy: The Era of LEEthality rages on!
Jessie Lee raises the championship high above her head and she steps out of the ring to show the title off to the fans who are hot as shit for her. TJ Alexander gets to the ropes and starts to pull himself up. Suddenly, one by one, the lights begin to flicker in the arena and then... total blackout. Chris Avery: Ooohhh. This is never good.
We hear the sound of the aboriginal didgeridoo playing loud and we see smoke of red, yellow, orange, and brown fill the ring and in it project multiple images of Chelsea Winston which flicker among the smoke all of which are saying his name TJ over over and over again and we hear her wicked laughter echoing through the arena followed by the words… 𝓦𝓔𝓛𝓒𝓞𝓜𝓔 𝓣𝓞 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓞𝓤𝓣𝓑𝓐𝓒𝓚… 𝓜𝓐𝓣𝓔!!
And when the scene clears and all is returned to normal. Billy: SHITFIRE! LOOK AT TJ ALEXANDER! Chris Avery: HE'S OUT COLD!
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:35:18 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM JODY MADROX
It opens up to a pipe and draped up AW logo behind somewhere in the corridor with Jade getting ready to interview someone. Then the camera pans to Jody and JB coming into the scene, with Jody holding the Omega title as Jade interviews them. Jade Riley: Hey guys, are you ready for the main event tonight? Jody Madrox: Maybe I am, maybe I am not. I feel no different towards this whole thing honestly. Jade Riley: Well, you did save DRAUGR last clash that’s something at least good you can attest too. JB: Lets clear that up, the man knew damn well he couldn’t handle them devil bustas alone. Even when I told him, “aye yo dis anit cha fight slime” but he went out there and did what he wanted to do. That alone can mean something, but to us it’s just business at the end of the day. Jody Madrox: Pretty much what he said, it’s all just a business proposition I had to put up collateral all. I could have left him to die, but that wasn’t in me at all Jade. I am a brothers keeper to those who I keep safe, and Mr. Dra is one of them for the time being. Jade Riley: A “Brothers’ Keeper?” to DRAUGR? Jody Madrox: You won’t understand it, but tonight it will be possibility that me and him can work together to end the devil’s gate bullshit and part ways up until Final Chapter. I consider him and I as a story that needs to have a finish, since we’ve pretty much wrote on one another for the past year or so. Jade Riley: I don’t get it, this is a tag match that you had to get involved over his own issues with devils gate, what I don’t understand is— Jody Madrox: There isn’t much to understand, me and him are going to be beefing over the omega title. But that isn't going to be a thing that concerns me. I know he might try to pull the wool over my eyes and leave me high and dry, but that’s where I can put my “don’t give fucks” mode on through the night. I don’t give a fuck about Mr. Dra and his beef with devils gate, and I don’t give a fuck what happens at the end of the night as well. JB lets bounce outta here.
Then the duo simply left Jade at the spot, as she looks into the camera trying to figure out what to do, as it quickly cuts to something more entertaining on this ep of Clash!
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:35:25 GMT -5
LET'S GO BACKSTAGE
Karlie is backstage after her in ring promo, she’s minding her own business when Vespertine walks up to her. Karlie: What do you want? Ves: You and I need to talk about our upcoming match. Ignoring the fact that I beat you last week, do you have a plan going in? Besides the obvious one of: “I’m just gonna go out there to win.” Yeah, been there, done that, almost never happens. Karlie: I always have a plan to win, and honestly it doesn’t matter to me how I do it, and you didn’t technically beat me last week so we’re clear. Ves: (sarcastically) Oh goodie. I thought I would be having to smooth over some feelings. The only wild card in this match is Chelsea and I’m not too impressed with her and how she started. I say we focus on taking either one of them out before we make the kill. Karlie: Yeah, but who to focus on first, we were both in the ring with Niobe last week, and I can agree with you with Chelsea I haven’t been impressed with either.
Ves: I personally don’t care, those two need to be put out to pasture, they can’t wrestle worth a damn. And one of them needs to train more with humans. I’m not particular about which one that is. Karlie: Good to hear, look at Niobe for instance loses every big match she’s been in and has Chelsea won a match here yet, honestly I don’t care either, I’m an equal opportune person, take out Chelsea take out Niobe makes no difference to me. Ves: You take Chelsea, I’ll take Niobe, then after that, we can focus on each other. Karlie: Fine with me, I feel like sending her back to the land down under, broken and beaten. Ves: And then we can be the baddest bitches of them all.
(pauses) Ves: Or maybe just me. You do what you do and continue with being whatever athlete you consider yourself to be. Karlie: Or whomever management decides is the baddest bitch, It doesn’t matter if we run through Niobe or Chelsea nor what happens at the ppv, would I love to test my skills against yours in the baddest bitch crown finals absolutely. Ves: You’re on. We may be equals but we all know who the baddest bitch is in this company and it ain’t Lee. Karlie: No it isn’t, it’s the woman who’s been through more ring wars then anyone in the Bad Bitch tournament combined, and we know who that is don’t we. Ves: True. It can be you. But you can’t be a bad bitch and be a premier athlete at the same time. It doesn’t work like that. Besides, look at you, you don’t have the bearing , the attire or the attitude to be a bad bitch.
(She does a model’s twist and then scoffs) Ves: Whereas I do.
(She puts her hands up as if to show she is unarmed.) Ves: Whatev. We can figure it out after this match. Right now, we seem to be on the same page so let’s go with that.
Karlie smirks. Karlie: Obviously you don’t know me that well, if you did you would know that I can easily be both, I haven’t outlasted the female roster here by being someone who cares what other people think of me, this company has had flash in the pan women pushed to the moon and they crashed and burned, and I’m still here, and whether either of us win the bad bitch tournament or not people know who I am and what I’m willing to do to win, so after this thing is over we can definitely figure things out.
(Vespertine narrows her eyes and then eyes her up and down) Ves: I see you, Karlie. I see your soul. After we deal with those two, I’ll be seeing you in the ring.
(She does the two fingers to the eyes back and forth to indicate she does indeed see Karlie, then she walks away.) Karlie checked her out as she walked away, then headed to her locker room.
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:35:36 GMT -5
Bad Bitch Crown Preview! Karlie Nash & Vespertine vs. Niobe Martin & Chelsea Winston Jimmy Garcia: Is this thing on? Lexi Stone: Yeah, I think we're live, Jimmy. Jimmy Garcia: Okay, just checking. Since CruiserClash went on a hiatus, we kind of just come to Clash every week and hang out in catering. Lexi Stone: It's frustrating... but it is what it is, I guess. How'd we get assigned this match anyway? Jimmy Garcia: Karlie Nash put in a special request to have us call her match, because of our time on CruiserClash. Lexi Stone: That seems like a strange request but... I appreciate it. Jimmy Garcia: All four of these competitors are involved in the Bad Bitch Crown Tournament that kicks off at Final Chapter. There we will see Chelsea Winston, Karlie Nash, and Jessie Lee in a triple threat match for the Television Championship... and also Niobe Martin, Vespertine, and Mercedes Alexus Demareux in a triple threat match. Lexi Stone: And we will be calling both of those matches as well!
Knuckle Up by Snowgoons blasts in the arena as Karlie steps on the stage with her back to the crowd. Ethan Miller: Coming to you from Grand Marais Minnesota, being accompanied to the ring by Tracy Dixon and Hilda Meyer, weighing one hundred and seventy two-pounds, The Premier Athlete Karlie Nash.
Karlie walks to the ring ignoring the crowd, she climbs the ropes from the outside, and gives a thumbs down to the fans, then lowers her hood and smirks at the crowd, she steps down from the ropes inside the ring, removes her hoodie and stretches in the corner. Lexi Stone: Tracy and Hilda look ravishing as always. Ethan Miller: And her tag team partner...
(The sound of a Japanese flute starts out playing quietly over the loudspeakers and the lights go down. The Tron comes up and we see two armies standing face to face on a battlefield. The flute continues playing and the camera on the Tron gets closer to the two armies. The camera cuts scene) (the camera cuts back to a scene of two armies. The Japanese flute plays louder. Both armies are huge and they are an army of shogun, ronin, and samurai. As the army walks forward a single figure comes into view and emerges from the line. The figure raises their sword and as one the entire army stops. The figure runs forward and gets atop a boulder to look out. The camera goes over their shoulder, and we see the other army standing as a wall in the distance. The figure/leader takes off their helmet and long black hair tumbles out from it and flows all around, sometimes waving and weaving in places where the wind catches it. The figure turns and looks at the army behind them and we see it is Vespertine. She raises her sword and roars in fury. Camera cuts scene and the Japanese flute stops) (camera cuts back to scene of her army raising their own swords and shouting in fury. The camera pans back quickly and she does the motion of with her sword and the camera goes up and we see her entire army run forward to join in the fray below. The song "Diamond Eyes" starts up and then goes straight into the song.) "Boom Lay boom lay boom. Boom lay, boom lay boom"
(Suddenly the spotlights in the arena come up and we see a lone figure standing at the top of the ramp. One arm is raised and we see it is Vespertine and she is standing facing the entrance curtains. She spins around rather quickly and at the end of the turn she points at the audience where upon a couple of pyros go off on each side of her. She stands at the top of the ramp looking around at the audience. Then suddenly she reaches her hands out to them and then quickly pulls back into a fist and fire pillar pyros go off behind her. She saunters on down to the ring, stepping in time to the music. She goes up the ring steps, goes to the middle of the apron, then uses the ropes to blackflip over them to inside the ring and does the splits upon coming down. She takes off her sunglasses and looks around at various spots within the audience. She crawls to the other side of the ring and then suddenly jumps up and spreads her arms out and lands in a V- like pattern where upon at each corner of the ring, showers of sparks come flying out. She looks around, still with the feral look in her eyes, and takes off her trenchcoat duster and gives it to a person outside the ring and goes to sit on the turnbuckle facing the ring entrance until the match starts) Ethan Miller: Coming down to the ring, previously from the Gates of Eternity, currently from San Francisco, Ca in her mortal form, she is THE Well Rounded Fighting Machine, VESPERTINEEE!!!!!!Jimmy Garcia: These two could come to blows at any moment, but they've got to keep it together for just this one match.
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. Ethan Miller "Introducing to the ring from Anaheim, California, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds and standing five feet, seven inches tall! She is the "Living Nightmare", NIOBE MMAARRTTIINN!!!"The video on the screen then switches to a video package of Niobe in the ring, flashing and moving in time with the drum beat. "Nightmare! Now your nightmare comes to life.."
Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides as a blast of pyro goes off on either side of her. "Dragged you down below... Down to the devils show... To be his guest forever... Peace of mind is less than never.."
As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, a smirk on her face as she sneers at the crowd as she passes before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, glaring at the crowd with a smirk on her face. Jimmy Garcia: Niobe Martin seems to be in a good mood.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒟𝒾𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑜𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓊𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒶 𝒵𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝑜𝓃 ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢𝔞 𝒲𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝓌𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒶𝓎 "𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒...𝒯𝑜 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓊𝓉𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀...𝑀𝒶𝓉𝑒! 𝒶𝓈 "𝒜𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝐼 𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒" 𝒷𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓂𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒹𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌, 𝓇𝑒𝒹, 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓈 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓅 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒷𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓅 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒹. Lexi Stone: ... Jimmy Garcia: ...
... DING DING DING
Karlie and Chelsea meet up in the middle of the ring and they lock up. Karlie locks in a quick waistlock. Chelsea counters with a waistlock. She goes for a back suplex, but Karlie lands on her feet. She back suplexes Chelsea in the middle of the ring. She rolls Chelsea over and floats over to a front facelock. She pulls Chelsea up off of the mat and backs up to her corner, allowing Vespertine to tag in. Karlie keeps the hold on as Vespertine gets in and delivers a stiff kick to Chelsea's ribs. Lexi Stone: Here comes Niobe!
Niobe tries to make the save for her partner but the referee holds her back. She goes back to the ring apron and watches as Vespertine stomps away at Chelsea, while Karlie has also returned to the ring apron. Vespertine brings Chelsea off of the mat and taunts her. Chelsea breaks free and pulls Vesperine in, delivering a quick gutwrench suplex. Chelsea makes a quick tag to Niobe, who lands a springboard splash on Vespertine. Jimmy Garcia: There's the cover! ONE!
TW--KICKOUT!!Lexi Stone: Not enough to get the job done just yet.
Niobe pulls Vespertine up and whips her to an empty corner. She charges in and monkey flips Vespertine out of the corner. The fans are cheering as Niobe shakes her fists in enthusiasm. She watches as Vespertine slowly gets up, and then she charges for-- Jimmy Garcia: Intercepted by Karlie Nash, who just turned Niobe Martin inside out with a suplex!
Karlie pulls Vespertine over to their corner as Chelsea gets in to go after them. The referee holds her back. When he turns back around, Karlie is back on the apron and she tags herself in. Karlie gets back into the ring and she locks in an armbar on Niobe. Niobe screams out in agony as she reaches for the ropes. She is too far away from them. She stomps her foot rhythmically and the fans clap along to the beat. This gives Niobe the motivation to push up to her feet. She gives Karlie a few shots with her free arm to break free, and then goes for the ropes... but Karlie pulls her down to the mat by her hair. Lexi Stone: Vespertine is asking for the tag!
Karlie nods her head. She pulls Niobe up by the hair and takes her to the corner, then tags in Vespertine. Together, they take Niobe to the ropes and double irish whip her. On the rebound, they go for a double clothesline. Niobe ducks it, and springboard crossbodies both Karlie and Vespertine. Jimmy Garcia: Impressive counter!
Karlie rolls back to the apron and Vespertine slowly pushes to her feet, as Niobe dives to make a tag to Chelsea. Chelsea comes in hot and she takes Vespertine down with a clothesline. Vespertine gets up and she throws a clothesline of her own. Chelsea ducks it and takes her down with a spinning neckbreaker. Chelsea goes to the coner and she waits for Vespertine to get off the mat. Chelsea spears her into the mat at lightning speed. Lexi Stone: Queen's Spear!! Jimmy Garcia: There's the cover!! ONE!
TWO!!
THR--NOOO!!!Lexi Stone: Karlie Nash broke it up just in time!
Niobe tries to get in and she is stopped by the referee. Karlie drags Chelsea up and nails her with a double underhook piledriver. Jimmy Garcia: Upper Body Injury!!
Niobe springboards over the referee. She turns Karlie around and hits her with a spinning enziguri. Lexi Stone: True Nightmare!!
The fans cheer for Niobe as she is the last one standing until-- Jimmy Garcia: LOOK OUT!!
Vespertine surprises Niobe with a Japanese lungblower/stranglehold combo. Lexi Stone: DEATH BY DIVA!!! Jimmy Garcia: THERE'S THE COVER!!! ONE!
TWO!!
THR--WHAT?!?!Lexi Stone: IT'S MAD!! WHERE'D SHE COME FROM?!?!
Just as the referee went down for the three, Mercedes Alexus Demareux broke up the fall and attacked Vespertine. DING DING DING
She continues the attack by sending Vespertine into the corner, and following up with mudhole stomps like stone cold. Lexi Stone: Food Stomps! Jimmy Garcia: Why is she here?! Lexi Stone: Because she's going to fight Vespertine and Niobe Martin at Final Chapter and she wanted to get--
"THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!"
"YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Jessie Lee comes charging out from backstage, heading straight for MAD. She slides in the ring and the two engage in fistacuffs. While they fight, Karlie and Chelsea join in. It isn't long before Niobe and Vespertine are back to their feet and the ring is engulfed in bad bitch mayhem. Jimmy Garcia: IT'S PANDEMONIUM!!! Lexi Stone: WHAT A WAY TO GET READY FOR FINAL CHAPTER!!!
The war wages on as we go to a commercial break.
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:35:41 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM DRILLER JAWORSKI
Ethan Miller: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for The Five-Minute Drill! Please welcome “The Serial Driller” himself, Driller Jaworski!
“43% Burnt” by The Dillinger Escape Plan plays as Driller marches down to the ring wide-eyed. Jimmy Garcia: The last time we saw The Five-Minute Driller, Driller sent two guys to the hospital. Lexi Stone: And by the looks of this kid in the ring, I think he’s headed to the same place.
The camera shows a jobber standing in the corner of the ring looking a little intimidated. Driller rolls into the ring and snatches the microphone from Miller. The music ends and he paces around the ring, looking a little frustrated. Driller: The first thing I want to say, before we get this Five-Minute Drill started, is that I hope the cameras were rolling as I made my way down to the ring because last week, when I made my return to Action Wrestling after being out for seven months, I was re-introduced to the television audience as if I was some preliminary match jabroni that no one had ever heard of before. The second thing I want to say goes directly towards Zombie McMorris and Hotaka: I don’t know what your issue with Freddy Whoa, Jr. is and I don’t care. Nobody beats the crap out of my opponents except for me. I didn’t ask for your help last week and I don’t need it. I would have wrecked Freddy Whoa all by myself. If you want to be involved in my business, then after you’re done with Freddy Whoa, come and make yourself my business. Hell, when I win the Cruiserweight Championship at Final Chapter, you two can come after it all you want. I’ll smash your two heads together until both your brains are lying all over the canvas!
And speaking of Final Chapter and the Cruiserweight Championship, Andre Jenson’s final chapter with the Cruiserweight Championship will be written this Sunday and I’m going to be the author. This isn’t going to be one of those “choose your own adventure” books either, Nerd Boy. There’s only one way this story is going to end: with me dropping you on your head, pinning you for the three-count, and the referee handing me the title. You can re-write it any way you want, but the outcome will always be the same: Driller Jaworski walking out of Final Chapter the new and permanent Cruiserweight Champion!
Now, let’s turn our attention to the matter at hand. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, so let me explain the rules. This fella in the corner is going to try and last five minutes with me. If he makes it the entire five minutes, he wins. If he beats me before the five minutes are up, he wins. There are no disqualifications and no count-outs. Does that sound simple enough for you, pal?The jobber nods his head. Driller: Good. Now, before we do this, why don’t you tell everyone your name and where you’re from.
He tosses the mic to the jobber but kicks him in the balls before he has a chance to catch it. The ref signals for the bell to start the match. Jimmy Garcia: Hey! He couldn’t even have given the kid a fair start?!
Driller lifts the jobber up and hits a vertical suplex stunner. Jimmy Garcia: DRILL-YER JAW!
He immediately picks the jobber up and smashes his next across his knee with a pumphandle neckbreaker. Lexi Stone: He calls that the NECK WRECK! Jimmy Garcia: And he’s not letting up on this poor kid!
Driller lifts the jobber into a fireman’s carry and sends his head straight down to the mat with a Northern Lights Bomb. Jimmy Garcia: DB-24!
Driller mercifully covers the jobber. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!The ref calls for the bell. “43% Burnt” plays. Ethan Miller: The winner of The Five-Minute Drill, Driller Jaworski! Jimmy Garcia: We heard about these new moves Driller has been practicing in his time away from the ring, and it looks like he’s perfected them with deadly precision! Lexi Stone: They did the job tonight! Andre better prepare for what’s ahead this Sunday!
Driller looks into the camera and points towards the jobber, who is being attended to by the ringside doctor. Driller: That ain’t no fantasy, Andre. That’s reality, and that’s going to be your reality at Final Chapter!
He storms out of the ring and up the aisle.
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:35:46 GMT -5
Main Event Jody Madrox & DRAUGR vs. Devil's Gate
Chris Avery: This night has already been action-packed, and it's not over yet! Billy: That's right, pal! The mighty DRAUGR and our Omega Champion Jody Madrox boutta team up against Devil's Gate! Chris Avery: Jody Madrox made it clear last week when he saved DRAUGR from an assault by Devil's Gate that he wants to beat DRAUGR at his very best at Final Chapter. Billy: This match is the last stop before they face off for the Omega Championship. Anything can happen!
The lights flicker throughout the arena before going to darkness, and "Become Immortal" by Kreator fills the void. Red light emits from the heavens and hell, as smoke fills the stage. The strongest of the strong, DRAUGR emerges slowly from the smoke and stops dead center on the stage. He turns his head toward the entrance, and out comes Sara Pettis. She walks to the side of the mighty DRAUGR and gives him a nod. He steadily walks down the ramp as she follows behind at a reasonable pace. Ethan Miller: Making his way to the ring at this time... being accompanied by Sara Pettis... weighing in at one hundred and twenty-five kilometers... he... is... DRAUGR!
The roar of emotions from the crowd are understandably split as DRAUGR approaches the ring, not taking his eyes off of Hot Shot the entire way. When he reaches the ring, he stands totally still until Sara catches up to him. She places a hand on his shoulder and then points to the ring. DRAUGR vertical leaps to the ring apron, then effortlessly steps over the top rope. He calmly steps to the center, ready for the action to begin. Chris Avery: The mighty DRAUGR has fought off Dwade and Kuraim before, but this is the first time in an official capacity. Billy: We seen them boys Dwade and Kuraim before, pal. I heard they were the ones disguised as Der Metzger and Raging Dead last year.
As the beat drops on the entrance way, we see the lights go out in the area, and the Tron comes to life with “Da Geto Boy” on the screen. Then as the song plays, the lights come back on to see John Black and Jody coming out together in pair of jackets and bandanas on their faces, as they walk down they gives some of the people some dap all the way past the ramp, then Jody takes off the jacket and handed to JB and he slides into the ring, he goes to the corners to taunt to the crowd. Then after he takes off the bandana off his face and tosses it into the crowd, then he stands in the middle of the ring as his theme cuts off. Chris Avery: Uhh ohh...
Madrox gets right in DRAUGR's face in the center of the ring, and he raises the Omega Championship. DRAUGR looks at it, and then back to Madrox. Neither of them budges, until the referee steps between them. Billy: They gotta remember they're fightin' together tonight, and not fightin' each other. Chris Avery: I think Madrox is just reminding him who the champion is. Billy: Yeah. For now.
The ActionTron goes dark. All of the screens around the arena go dark. No music plays. Nothing spectacular whatsoever. There is an unnerving feeling in the arena. Out onto the stage walks Dr. Erik Konnors and Pete Harper, representing Devil's Gate. DRAUGR and Madrox stand side to side, watching them intently. Chris Avery: Billy, look out into the crowd! They're coming! Devil's Gate is coming!
The camera pans around and we see figures in black cloaks all over the arena, moving toward the ring. The fans are booing the fuck out of these dudes. Billy: SHITFIRE! THERE'S SO MANY OF 'EM!
DRAUGR and Madrox look out into the crowd, and they are ready for war. JB and Sara get into the ring and they try to talk some sense into the two warriors, as if they're going to back down to the imminent threat. Harper and Konnors walk down the ramp, as the denizens climb over the barricade and surround the ring. Chris Avery: How many are there?! Billy: Looks like ten... twelve... fifteen?! Chris Avery: This is getting out of hand! Where is security?!
Realizing that nobody is going to back down, JB and Sara bump fists. They stand with DRAUGR and Madrox, and the four are ready to take on all of Devil's Gate. Before anything can progress, Pete Harper holds up a mic. Pete Harper: Sara, Sara, Sara. You brought this all on yourself. All you had to do was step aside and let me do what needs to be done. The mighty DRAUGR... is a failure. He's broken. He's incomplete. We tried to make him whole again... but he failed us. I know what you've been up to since you saved him from Devil's Gate and... it won't work. You... like the rest of your family... will fail. Chris Avery: Weird thing for Raging Dead's cousin to talk about her family like that. Billy: Oh yeah. I forgot all about that! Pete Harper: As for you, Jody Madrox. You don't want any part of this. All you have to do is... walk away. Forget all about DRAUGR and move on with your life. Live to fight another day, if you will.
Harper steps aside and the druids by the ramp do as well. JB and Madrox look at the their options. Chris Avery: What are they going to do?! Billy: It's a real fight or flight situation! Pete Harper: What say you?
Madrox and JB come to an agreement. They apologize to Sara before walking toward the ropes. Billy: Looks like they're gettin' the heck outta here!
When they get to the ropes, they both flip off Harper and Konnors. This sets the war into action. The druids storm the ring. One by one, they try to enter. One by one, the unlikely foursome fights them off. They use the high ground to chop away at the druids, pitching them from the ring until there are just four left. Each of them has a druid in a corner and they're whoopin' the shit outta them. They look back at each other, and nod simultaneously. They whip the druids into each other, and they all collide in the center of the ring. One of them stumbles back to Sara, who kicks him in the gut and delivers a single knee codebreaker. Billy: TWENTYFIVEEIGHT!!!1
Another stumbles back to JB, who pulls him in and delivers a swift brainbuster. Chris Avery: NEGRODAMUS!!!1
DRAUGR drag one off of the mat and he delivers a reverse thrown death valley driver. Billy: DØD!!!1
There's only one left now. He tries to leave through the ropes, but he is caught by the mighty DRAUGR. DRAUGR grabs him by the neck and brings him to the center of the ring. He points at Madrox, who smiles as he kicks the druid in the gut and nails him with a sitout facebuster. Chris Avery: STIR IT UP!!!1
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With piles of druids surrounding the ring, Harper and Konnors are enraged. Harper yells out that this isn't over. Back in the ring, the mighty DRAUGR sees the Omega Championship lying in the corner. He picks it up and looks intently at it, before walking to the center of the ring. Madrox approaches him, as Sara and JB watch on. DRAUGR shoves the belt into Madrox's chest, and he takes his belt back. He puts it over his shoulder and nods in approval at DRAUGR. Billy: We've seen some unlikely alliances before... but this is somethin' else, pal! Chris Avery: And in six days, they will fight each other for the Action Wrestling Omega Championship at Final Chapter! Billy: What an exciting time to be alive! Chris Avery: We need to get people out here to clean this mess up. Coming up next, we'll hear from the combatants for the World Championship Hell in a Cell Match!
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 11:44:00 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Jan 22, 2024 13:12:22 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM...
The feed starts with an intense shot of a large, chain-link cage hanging OVER the ring. Strobe lights and spotlights play over it's surface, as do flashes of cameras from the crowd, as the hanging Hell In A Cell cage is in view. The Hell In A Cell, which, in one week, will hold six competitors, all vying for one prize; The Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. Chris Avery: Welcome to Monday Night Clash, and you can see we're getting started with a live shot of the cage; That is where Downfall, by fan-voted poll, will DEFEND the gold... with so much on the stake, possibly even careers!! Billy: You ain't kiddin'!
There's a pregnant pause in the air before the lights in the arena shut down, one by one, with an audible CHOOM as each section goes dark. The crowd sits in unsteady, uncomfortable silence there, in the dark, for a full thirty seconds. And then, cutting through the stilled silence, quickfire staccato burst of kickdrums and shredding guitar in the intro to Slipknot's opus "Before I Forget", and the Tron's image changes to a close-up of a wolf's eye, gold against a black screen, and the animatic changes to bared, slavering lupine teeth, opening, and then biting down; A spray of red blood splatters over the screen as Corey Taylor shouts "GO!!" "Stapled shut! Inside an outside world and I'm Sealed in tight! Bizarre but right at home Claustrophobic! Closing in and I'm Catastrophic! Not again, I'm smeared across the page and doused in gasoline, I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's obscene. Catch me up on all your sordid little insurrections, I've got no time to lose, I'm just caught up in all the cattle. Fray the strings, throw the shapes, Hold your breath, listen;"A spotlight cuts through the darkness to a point on the stage where Downfall's kneels one knee on the stage amid a cloud of pyrotechnic smoke and fog, head bowed, tracing the fingers of his right hand across the ramp, then he slowly raises his head to look at the ring. He's wearing his slashed denim vest with a black hood underneath, pulled up over his head, and, over one shoulder, gleaming in the dark, is the Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Title belt. Downfall pauses, staring straight up at the Cell, hanging ominously above the ring; Ever the sword of Damocles over the past few weeks, there is a moment captured in a snapshot... of Downfall, at the foot of the ramp, holding the World Title belt in both hands, and he cranes his head up, taking in the iron chainlink and support struts of the Hell In A Cell. Emotion passes over his face, after all, he is staring directly into the type of structure which has ended his career once. And, through his own determination to see this play out, he has vowed that, should he lose the AW World Heavyweight Championship, under any circumstances, he will walk away from the company and make it his last match. In that rhyming symmetry, the architect of his first "career-death" hanging literally over his head is potent. But, he steels himself, and places the World Title belt firmly over his shoulder, and briskly climbs onto the apron with the defiance and the edge that has defined his lease on life in AW. He will not back down. Downfall paces over to the ropes, taking a mic, and he steps to the center of the ring, pausing for a moment to take it all in as the crowd, inexplicably, is inundating him with a huge mixed reaction. Some jeers, but a surprisingly large amount of love and respect; The fans, too, know the promise Downfall made, to step aside if, when and only if/when the title is taken from him in a match... And they realize too the long odds placed against him now. The reaction builds and builds, and drowns out an attempt to speak, and Downfall just lets it go on for a second, taking it in. As noted a month ago, he is unapologetically an asshole, but to these fans, he's their asshole. Downfall finally holds a hand up, calling for a beat to speak his piece, and he looks to the ramp, as if knowing there's a cue coming. But first, he has some business to conduct. Downfall: They'd already billed it "The Final Chapter", this pay-per-view we have, next Sunday. And, given everything that's gone on in AW for the last year, I think there's a certain amount of load to that tagline.
He pauses, looking around the ring, soberly, taking in the faces of fans sitting in the front row, who are looking at him a little anxiously, a lot of them. Downfall: Our "Final Chapter". Sounds like a last show ever, right? Sounds like a fire sale, sounds like "Liquidated all our assets, sold the private jet, property is in escrow, everything must go", Last Chapter. And there's some weight to it. Without getting into politics or naming people at all, there's been no secrets that there's been exoduses in the past year from AW. Some big names, some of whom were considered AW diehard lifers have defected. Our name has been in the mud since October, and I don't have to tell you why. Our TV deals have been restructured, and some of our prized titles have been consigned to the warehouse. So it makes sense to call it a "Final Chapter", right? Maybe there was some question, from Brady Bolt and, even, higher up, if perhaps January 28th is where we put a bow on Action Wrestling and call it good.
He bobs his head to the side, as if in consideration. Downfall: Annnd maybe there's more than a few of you that look at it with a sense of schadenfreude; This World Title was put around Downfall, and immediately, they're billing their Final Chapter, hang a lampshade on how he killed the company, eh. Hohoho, so funny, never heard that before that I've killed people's love of this business...
He laughs a bit bitterly, but then, his face turns cold and stern as he paces around the ring, addressing the fans with the mic, the World Title belt gleaming from his shoulder. Downfall: And I know what you're thinking, even if the event name isn't quite THAT literal, even if the Final Chapter, the "goin' out on your shield", isn't attributed to AW closing it's doors, it's certainly a reference, to my last match, MY Final Chapter, after all, I've made my tenure AS the World Heavyweight Champion as that it's about nothing BUT a finale. An ending. A winding down of a run where, as I have said, if I lose this title, I will fairly fold this belt up by it's straps, hand present it to it's new owner, and walk off into the sunset without a complaint; Because THAT is the finale of this arc. I went from someone with NO career left. Who had burned every bridge, who'd let ego and pride strip everything from him until he was wrestling for hot dogs and handshakes in VFW halls, and how through sheer, unadulterated willpower I came back to surpass everything, to ignite a late-career renaissance and be better than I ever thought possible. The culmination of that, is stepping aside and walking away; BUT, only, and I stress ONLY, when I deem it at an end. Because ain't nobody, EVER, writing the end of my story, FOR ME, again.
These stirring words strike a chord with a lot of the fans (the ones on his side, at least) eliciting a strong show of support. He lets the cheers wash over him, adding fuel to them, voice raising. Downfall: And for those who have followed my career since 2002, who've watched me grow up, grow into, age out of and become either a respected veteran or a rancid, irredeemable piece of shit "tyrant" (Depends on your POV), you will know, this is not the first time, I've staked my career on one single win. I don't need to go into an entire history lesson, but in 2007, I pit myself against Warpath with my IEW main roster career at stake - INSIDE, ironically enough... A House of Pain, the IEW's branded Hell in a Cell AND a match of MY OWN DEVISING. I lost that match. And I lost everything, for a time.
He pauses, glancing up at the Hell in a Cell walls, hanging overhead, memories playing out over his face, emotion taking him as he remembers that crushing loss, having to walk away. Downfall: Just eighteen months ago, here in Action Wrestling, I put my career on the line, again, in a No Holds Barred match against Johnny Bacchus... for the second time, after a period of success and World title-caliber effort, I clashed against someone who, I, idealistically, could not sanction. There was no other option, it was him or me in this company and I absolutely would not abide it. So I put my career on the line again.... and I won.
He stops pacing as he says this, as if it punctuates his point. His intensity is growing, he's becoming more fervent. Downfall: And now, this match... this "fan-voted", Brady Bolt sanctioned Hell in a Cell match. One of about ten options on an incredibly loaded poll... And look, I've talked shit about the poll, and I will CONTINUE to talk shit about the poll. It was a stupid fucking idea. And guess what, Action Wrestling.
From this moment forward, we aren't deciding who gets a title shot by who gets votes on a fucking Internet Board poll.
Ever again.We are deciding who gets title shots, based on merit, based on win percentage and relevance, and whether something is warranted, because we damn sure aren't going to let Dake Ken Junior keep sneaking his way in to title matches just because he fucking asks for it. And, if I can be permitted to be crass, you "fans..." don't get off lightly here either. How fucking stupid, sheeplike and weak are any of you that voted on that poll? You didn't give a single thought to who earned it. You didn't stand up and say "Hey, Brady, actually Teo and Dake and Shadowlove and Roman Gunn shouldn't be an option, how about Gerard Angelo in a singles match, how about you actually pay off the controversial ending to Turmoil in a meaningful way and give Tatiana her rematch?" Instead you just went ,"Oooh, buttons! This one says six man Hell in a Cell!!" Fuck all of you.
That stinging criticism hits some of the fans, abashed, they slightly boo. But, seriously, fuck internet polls. Downfall takes in their boos just the same way he did their cheers, with a savage smile. Downfall: But to every single opponent in this match, starting, of course, with the one person I SHOULD be facing, Miss Jolee... I say this. You think this is my Final Chapter? You think I'm intimidated by the prospects of facing you all, in this structure, in this amount of danger? I've been pitting my life, and my career, against this danger, time, and time again, and I've determined that it is NOT going to be my final swan song, NOT going to be when I walk off into the sunset, THIS IS NOT. MY FINAL CHAPTER, NOR IS IT ACTION WRESTLING'S. I am walking IN to this Hell in a Cell, this cage which has defined a decade of my life... this satanic, demonic cage, and ain't a damn one of you coming in with me strong enough to say that you're the one to bring me down. Because none of you are EVER, going to forget the night, you -
Plowed - by Sponge blares over the P.A system bringing the fans to their feet. Downfall shakes his head with a little grin as if he knew Jolee would rise to the bait and come out here. She appears at the top of the ramp as predicted, drawing a loud pop as she walks slowly down the ramp, pausing halfway between the top and the ring to speak. Tatiana: "C'mon Downfall... Are we getting all sentimental now?"
Her theme fades out as she stands proudly, dressed in her street clothes as she wasn't anticipating a match here tonight... Tatiana: "You know... Since the day you won that belt... MY belt... You've been up there on your self-righteous high horse acting like some stoic hero here to save Action Wrestling from itself. And just when you started to convince the whole world that you were going to be the one to mend fences and rebuild bridges - you come out here and drivel on about this federation's demise."
She shakes her head, rolling her eyes with a dismissive scowl. Tatiana: "You sound less like the cowboy riding off into the sunset and more like a petulant little child having to share his playpen with others for a change. If you can't keep your little toy, then nobody should have it. If you lose... WHEN you lose in the cell... We might as well close the doors because an AW without Downfall isn't worth having."
The fans boo, not Jolee - but the rationale of the champion. At least as TJ is spinning it, anyway... Tatiana: "Well pal, I hate to break it to you... But you're no more important than the next guy in the locker room. And TRUST me when I tell you that nobody back there gives a damn about how much time you've put into this business."
She takes a few more steps towards the ring, though never threatening to invade the pitch (so to speak) Tatiana: "Action Wrestling isn't thriving because Downfall is the champion, and it's not failing because we lost a handful of big stars. We're a company in transition, a federation that is looking toward the future while a-holes like you pat themselves on the back for all the things they've done in the past. You may be interested in a scenario where you ride off into the sunset as the final champion in this great federation... But this isn't a John Wayne movie - it's real life."
She stops at the foot of the ramp, her focus on the champion as she raises the mic to speak once again. Tatiana: "I put down the toughest AW World Champion of all time. I've survived the corporate backstage politics of Torture and I stand here now, in the wake of their demise. You got the best of me at Turmoil, I admit. But if I've proven ANYTHING here in Action Wrestling. It's that no matter how many times they knock me down... I get back up. No matter how many of them write me off... I COME BACK. And as far as that belt you carry around goes. Well... It turns out that I'm the legend killer around here. And I've got you in my sights, cowboy."
Downfall hears her words, and cocks a grin. Downfall: Is that so, Tat? I gotta say, it pleases me that you're the first one out here, because you should have been the first one in line. But at the end of the day, I can't fault Brady Bolt, I can't fault the fans, I can't even fault Shadowlove. You should have been here from the start, and we should've had this conversation weeks ago. But you start things off by saying I'm celebrating the death of this fed, did you not hear a single word I've said? Tatiana, you're going to have to -
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. Downfall looks nonplussed, running his tongue around the inside of his lip distastefully, as he's hit with yet another interruption. “I CAN’T STOP!”
The lights start to flash as “STOP” repeats repeatedly from different speakers in the arena as the beat builds and then 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 walks out on stage, dressed in a suit, the All-In briefcase clutched in his right hand. He holds it up before walking down the ramp, ignoring the jeering fans as he climbs the steel steps. Gerard walks across to the middle of the apron and holds the briefcase up once more for the booing crowd, a smirk across his face before he gets into the ring. He strode right past the world champ and demanded a microphone, which he was granted as he turned, staring at Downfall as the music faded out. Gerard Angelo: Sorry to interrupt your sermon, pal, but if I didn’t the internet would’ve complained about wasting the first hour of Clash on a Downfall promo. I could comment on how no one wants to hear about what happened to you in LMNOPW or wherever the fuck you wrestled before the birth of Twitter but that’s low-hanging fruit at this point.
He stared at the champion, then at the title on his shoulder. Gerard Angelo: But I do agree with you about one thing. That Brady Dolt is an absolute dipshit and should be removed as General Manager. The man has had it out for me since he got hired and that is no way to treat the biggest star in the goddamn industry. I agree with you that these fans are morons for voting for this Cell match. I see people who have done nothing in this company get rewarded with this World title shot while I never received my one-on-one rematch for THAT title which was stolen from me. I scratched and clawed my way back to the main event while this company continued to try and put me out to pasture. But I’m here now a year later in prime position to reclaim my spot at the top of the mountain.
He smirks. Gerard Angelo: I don’t care if I have to injure, maim, or kill the rest of you in this match. I am going to walk out of the Cell, out of Final Chapter with the title I was never pinned for. The title that took the biggest conspiracy in ADub history for me to lose it. Plus, I get a bonus.
He smirks at Downfall. Gerard Angelo: I get to add you to the list of dipshits I’ve retired from this place. And even if somehow you survive, Downfall.
He holds up the briefcase. Gerard Angelo: I have an ace up my sleeve.
Downfall smiles, turning to Gerard, holding his arms out and mouthing the words "I'm right here", come and get me. Downfall and Gerard get nose to nose, as Gerard continues taunting Downfall, holding up the All-In Briefcase, letting him know he can cash it in at any time he wants, and that's when suddenly, "Her Strut" by Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band hits on the PA, and Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, felicitating, narcissistic, politically incorrect, self-righteous, vainglorious, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient and effective apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, appear on the AW stage exuding a great amount of self-confident supermodel energy as they strike an arrogant and conceited supermodel pose that was bar none, second to none, within this cutthroat world of Action Wrestling. Downfall and Gerard Angelo both look absolutely incensed at Shadowlove and his valet walking out onto the ramp; Shadowlove spares a haughty look and sniffs, turning up his nose at Tatiana Jolee, and stopping right at the ramp. Shadowlove's eyes are beating right into Downfall's, and Downfall meets his gaze, not blinking. After the gritty war they had one-on-one for the World Title in Pure Rules, there's a sense that very much nothing is resolved. Downfall drapes the World Title belt in front of him, then motions to Shadowlove, on the outside, but he keeps his head on a swivel, motioning to Gerard Angelo, behind his back and ready to use the All-In Briefcase as a weapon. Downfall motions for BOTH of them to come on!! And then, all hell breaks loose, as Isara comes running into the ring, plowing into Downfall and knocking him over, laying in to him with stiff shots and kicks to the ribs, and clubs. Isara lifts Downfall up, and destroys him with a Samoan drop. Gerard Angelo is gobsmacked, and stares in disbelief at Downfall laid waste in a matter of seconds... and he turns around... Billy: ROMAN GUNN DECKS ANGELO WITH A SUPERMAN PUNCH! Chris Avery: OH! NO! The Samoan Dynasty are making their presence felt in the ring, Roman Gunn is barking orders at Isara!!
Isara climbs out of the ring, stalking after Shadowlove and Miss Miyamoto. Miyamoto cringes back from Isara, pleading, and Shadowlove charges at Isara, going for a kick, but Isara SPEARS Shadowlove out of his boots!! Isara screams like an animal as he stands up, pounding on his chest, and Roman Gunn looks on at Downfall, and Gerard, both of whom are trying to push themselves up. Roman Gunn, mockingly, takes Gerard's All-In briefcase and HURLS IT out of the ring! Roman Gunn turns to Tobias Hoffman, on the outside, and Hoffman hands him a chair, and Roman Gunn shouts "WE DONE TALKING NOW! YOU TALK TOO MUCH! THIS IS MY TIME!!" And he SMASHES the steel chair over Downfall's back! Downfall contorts and flops around, holding his back, and rolls over to the apron. Roman turns, staring at Angelo, who is grimacing and pushing himself up on all fours, and Roman SMASHES him with the steel chair as well! Angelo flops to the mat, in a lot of pain. Roman Gunn holds the steel chair up arrogantly, as Tobias Hoffman applauds on the outside. Chris Avery: Oh this is sick. This is diabolical!! Roman Gunn, leading the Samoan Dynasty, has laid waste to Shadowlove, Downfall and Gerard Angelo and has really made his presence felt!! Billy: It is all about The Final Chapter, and that Six -Man Hell In a Cell match for the richest prize in AW! They're sending a message tonight!!
Isara, meanwhile, is turning around, looking for Miyamoto... and suddenly, he turns and is met by Tatiana Jolee, who DROPS HIM with a Codebreaker out of nowhere!! Chris Avery: AND TATIANA TAKING ISARA OUT!! DOUBLE CLUTCH!!
Tatiana goes to help Miyamoto up, playing a relative face card as she checks on the valet of Shadowlove, but Miyamoto's expression changes to one of evil glee, and she turns Tatiana around by the shoulder, right into a boot to the gut from Shadowlove, who lifts Tatiana up and DESTROYS her on the concrete floor with a lifting implant DDT! Chris Avery: NO! SHADOWLOVE TURNED TATIANA DOWN HARD! Billy: It's gonna be every man for themselves in the Cell!! Tatiana shoulda know she couldn't trust anyone!!
Roman Gunn, in the ring, hasn't noticed Isara is down, he's still parading around the ring, holding the steel chair up in his hands. Roman turns, about to lift the chair up again, and that's when Shadowlove slides in the ring. The Supervillain Superhero Supermodel stalks behind Roman Gunn, who hasn't noticed him yet, but then, Roman turns, and Shadowlove gives him a punt kick straight to the balls! Roman drops the chair, and his eyes fly open wide! Now, Shadowlove gathers Roman up... and double underhooks the arms, and DROPS him with a double underhook facebuster! Chris Avery: SEDUCTIVE HANDSOMENESS!!
Shadowlove is standing over a fallen Roman, pointing and shouting choice words, that his goon never should have threatened his lover, Miss Miyamoto! Shadowlove makes a title sign around his waist, taunting Roman Gunn. Tobias Hoffman, on the outside, looks horrified, hands over his mouth. Billy: Could this be the story at The Final Chapter?? The first one to get a fall will become the AW World Heavyweight Champion, are we looking at the man?
Shadowlove is so focused on Roman Gunn, that he hasn't noticed Downfall. Downfall, yet again, has murder in his eyes, and, in his promos last week, referenced to Shadowlove that he was withholding the true extent of his wrath, the implement he's now extracting, for those he truly disdains. That disdain is plainly written across Downfall's face, as he pulls out a long, curved black crowbar, tapping it in his palm. Shadowlove turns... And DOWNFALL SMASHES HIM ACROSS THE FOREHEAD WITH IT, HARD ENOUGH TO TURN OUT SHADOW'S LIGHTS!! Chris Avery: SIMPLE CROWBAR MURDER!! Billy: Ooooof, that's concussion protocol check city!!
Downfall turns his attention to Gerard Angelo, crowbar in hand; Perhaps, in his mind, Gerard has earned enough disdain for him to warrant a crowbar attack. Gerard is painfully picking himself up, holding his back, as Downfall waits for him, shouting for him to get up. Gerard starts to get up... and then, out of nowhere, Downfall is cut down by a blazing speed attack from an incoming TEO BLAZE, a BLAZING KNEE out of NOWHERE! Downfall is thrown off, and rolls out of the ring, stunned, as Teo stands in the ring, and gets on the ropes, taunting him! Chris Avery: TEOOOOO BLAZEEEE!! WITH THE BLAZING KNEE!! Billy: Teo making his presence felt too! Teo taking it out on the champion, forcing Downfall out of the ring!! Chris Avery: What a chaotic, wild way to start the show!!
Teo, taking in the adulation of the crowd, holds his hands up, and the crowd showers him with love. The applause builds and builds... and then, is cut off, almost with a sigh, an "Awww" as Teo turns, and Gerard Angelo, as thanks for the save from Downfall and his crowbar, boots Teo in the gut. Teo drops to his knees, too winded to save himself, and Gerard runs in and CURB STOMPS Teo into the mat! Chris Avery: HOLLYWOOD ENDING!! HOLLYWOOD ENDING!!! Billy: Gerry is looking for his true ending at The Final Chapter! To finally make his way back to the WORLD TITLE!!
Gerard turns, and he sees the All-In Briefcase being handed to him by the timekeeper, Gerard goes to snatch it from her... and then, he spots the AW World Heavyweight title belt, still laying, more or less, where Downfall first laid it down, as a challenge... Angelo's greedy eyes are akin to a starving man salivating, fixed on the gold. He reaches out to pick up the World Title belt, his, as he believes, by rights as he is the All-in winner... but as he grabs the strap from one side, suddenly a hand shoots out, and grabs the other strap. Angelo straightens up, and stares daggers at someone who was so bold as to pick up the World Title from where it lay... and he sees who's holding the other strap. Angelo stands, as Tatiana holds the strap, and the two of them lock eyes, with the AW World Title in a struggle between them. Chris Avery: ANGELO AND TATIANA! FACE TO FACE! THE WORLD TITLE IS BETWEEN THEM!!
There is a power struggle, an intense tug of war, each trying to rip the strap out of the other's hands as they talk trash and stare each other down. Angelo won't let go, and neither will Tatiana. For the longest time, they're in a stalemate... and then, Angelo fires off a right hand! Tatiana's head snaps to the side, and she fires off a right of her own! The two, still trying to hold on to the World Title belt, free one hand each and begin wildly throwing punches! Referees and officials come charging down to the ring, trying to break up the donnybrook, as Tatiana and Gerard have begun fighting with such intensity that they drop the World title belt. Downfall quickly snatches it up, and clutches it, looking like he saw a ghost. Chris Avery: This broke down in an explosive way, and all sides have made their case tonight! It's all about the title!! Billy: Downfall is ashen! He's seen what's coming for him, and he's seen that if he wants to stay champion, he has to fight through all of this!! If he doesn't, he's going to have to ride off into the sunset!!
Downfall stares in the ring, as Tatiana and Gerard, separated by referees who are holding them both back, notice him, and they both point and shout at him. Roman Gunn, Teo Blaze, Shadowlove and Miyamoto are all collecting themselves outside of the ring as well. Downfall stands on the ramp, grimly staring at them, and then he holds the World Title belt in both hands... and he stares, up, at the Cell, hanging over all of their heads, as Tatiana and Gerard both shout that they are going to be champion. Chris Avery: What is going to happen in the Hell in the Cell??
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