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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:44:13 GMT -5
WE ARE LIVE from UNO Lakefront Arena in New Orleans, LA Capacity: 10,000 Chris Avery: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night Clash! We are prepared for a crazy night following the incredible and unforgettable event that was Final Chapter, and we are starting with a bang!! Billy: At Final Chapter, we got three new title holders- including a new World Champion, some major returns, and we bid farewell to one of the most dominant men in recent history. Tonight, the fallout sees everything from the victory lap of Gerard Angelo to matches with potential title implications. We're going all out!! Chris Avery: But we're starting the night with the highly anticipated return of a man who put himself on the injured list after a crazy series of battles with wrestling royalty.
The lights fade, a beam of green light illuminating a single spot on the entrance ramp. The crowd begins to cheer, but slowly quiet as the unfamiliar sound of Chris Daughtry rings out over the speakers. Going down like a dead man walking One step from a body in a coffin Just one, one of the fallen Waking up to a blood moon, howling A figure steps into the beam, his head bowed. He holds something… a cap of some kind?... on his head, one can barely make out the rhythmic tapping of his foot. Can't drown it out, even with the medicine Tearing through me like a bullet of adrenaline Arms heavy, face down on a death bed Blame the gods while choking on the violence In the end, silence is deafening The figure begins walking down the ramp, the light following. As several phone lights hit his form, one can make out a fine Armani suit. Can you hear the crowd like a thousand sirens? In the night like thunder striking The sickness is rising, the angels are crying That's the sound of a world on fire Pyros explode from the apron as the man removes his Trilby, the crowd roaring as the familiar face of Jaice Wilds grins at the crowd. “World On Fire” continues to play as Jaice climbs the ring steps, taking his time to glow in the adulation of the crowd. He steps through the ropes, circling the ring once before hopping up on a turnbuckle, throwing up the “X”. The crowd responds in kind, Jaice drops to the mat. He calls for a microphone as the music dies down, looking out to the crowd. WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!!
Jaice nods as the crowd continues with a mix of cheers and chants. He raises the microphone to his lips, but drops it back to his side as the crowd drowns out any words he would wish to say. Billy: The crowd is excited to see the Inevitable One back in the ring!! He has an address to give… but is he gonna be able to talk over all this?? Chris Avery: I hope so. I can appreciate the enthusiasm, but we have two hours of action that can’t be rescheduled without refunding tickets.
Wilds nods, holding up his free hand to ask for quiet as he raises the mic again. The crowd dies down a bit as Jaice speaks, a tear welling in his eye. Jaice Wilds: I appreciate it, guys. Really, I do. But I can't hold up the show all night, now, can I?
The crowd roars again, Jaice laughing as he takes it all in. He nods as the crowd begins to chant his name, shrugging. He gives the fans a minute before calling for a moment, raising the mic again. Jaice Wilds: I feel you. Listening to you guys, I hear the voices of the people who blew up my social media with well wishes. I see the faces behind all the cards and gifts I got in my fan mail. I feel the energy of every person who told me that I was only going to come back stronger.
And I FUCKING. LOVE. YOU. ALL!!The crowd en masse starts to chant-- “WE LOVE WI-LDS!” 👏👏👏👏👏 “WE LOVE WI-LDS!” 👏👏👏👏👏 “WE LOVE WI-LDS!” 👏👏👏👏👏 Jaice nods, mouthing “I love you, too” as they cheer. Again, Wilds raises his mic. Jaice Wilds: Thank you. Thank you SO much. The truth is, I love you guys. I love this business. I don't particularly *like* some of the guys in the back, but I respect… most?... of them. And the thing is, I want to do this for a long time to come. Which is why I needed to take that month off… to make sure I kept coming back. The fact is, no matter how much adrenaline I get pumping through my veins… I ain't as young as I used to be.
You all know my story. Some of you out there have LITERALLY been watching me your whole lives. South American boy, smuggled into America, becomes a carny. Barely 18, he jumps into the pro wrestling scene, believed to be little more than cannon fodder for the bigger names. Within a year, I have two titles under my belt and have proven the critics wrong. I wrestle all over America, get my naturalization papers, I join some of the biggest and best federations in the world. I travel the globe, bringing a level of action and adrenaline that is damn near unprecedented to the sport. I win titles, I defeat legends, I carve my name into the record books a dozen times over.
My debut was back in 2005. Guys, I was just shy of twenty then. It's been almost 20 years now. Y'all understand how old that makes me??
“You Still Got It!” 👏👏👏👏👏 “You Still Got It!” 👏👏👏👏👏 “You Still Got It!” 👏👏👏👏👏 Jaice chuckles. Jaice Wilds: Yeah, I KNOW I still got it. But I've come to the unfortunate realization that my body doesn't always work the way it used to. I've spent my entire career pushing, all but literally LIVING on the adrenaline rush. But guys… it's been damn near two decades. I've survived shit that would kill many others. I've walked away from things that would have paralyzed others. I've left with bumps and bruises, ready for war the next week, where others would have required major surgery and MONTHS on the shelf. I've been LUCKY, to be honest. But time is not my friend.
Which… leads me to this update.
Guys, I think it's time… for me to retire.Billy: What?! Say it isn't so!! Chris Avery: I mean, the guy's pushing forty and he's been doing shit most 20 year olds shouldn't really be doing. Can you blame him?
The crowd is shocked into silence, a few voices crying out “Please Don't Go!” Jaice takes a deep breath… then grins from ear to ear. Jaice Wilds: But not for at LEAST another twenty years!! Chris Avery: Aaaaaaaaand the bait-and-switch. Shoulda seen that coming. Billy: Oh, happy day!! He was pulling a fast one! Did you see the tear in my eye? Did ya? Cuz I was almost crying at the thought of him leaving!!
The crowd roars, Jaice laughing as he takes in the adulation. He looks out to the fans, nodding and waving them on. He raises the mic, storming across the ring. Jaice Wilds: Who really thought I was done? A coffin match with a man thrice my size didn't stop me. A domed cage with five other men didn't stop me. The Battle of New Orleans didn't fucking stop me.
ZMac, Power Word:Kill, BeachKrew couldn't stop me.
COREY. FUCKING. BLACK. COULDN'T. STOP. ME.
I've been through the ringer and back. I walked into the bowels of Hell, flipped the Devil the bird, and walked back. I've been the measuring stick by which all others are compared for the better part of a decade! And some little Tripuran Royal BITCH thinks he's the one to end my career?? NOT. IN. THIS. LIFETIME.
Ya boy is medically cleared again, and he has no plans of stopping anytime soon!!
Look, Raja. I saw what you did a couple of weeks back. Calling for a match knowing full well I was at home recuperating. It was cute. Really. I remember the last desperate guy who used that move… fifteen years ago. But let's be honest; I OBLITERATED every obstacle you put in front of me, and that was the ONLY way you were ever getting a clean win over me. So, you know what? KEEP IT. Keep your false win, keep your fragile ego, keep your ill-gotten pride. I've got nothing to prove when it comes to the Tripuran Kingdom; so until you're ready to bring something worth my time, stay out of my fucking way.
Now, onto people who ACTUALLY matter.
Downfall. I know you're not on the roster anymore. I respect what you did in this business, and I am honored to at least had the chance to share a company with you. It is with deepest regret that I won't get the chance to prove my mettle against you. But while I may enjoy stirring the pot to stay in constant action, I'm also willing to admit that sometimes… the brass ring ain't ALWAYS reachable. So enjoy retirement, dude. You've earned it.
As far as 2024 and going forward…Jaice takes a deep breath. He looks skyward, then to the entrance ramp. Jaice Wilds: CruiserClash is on hiatus. At this point, that might likely be a permanent thing. So with that all but gone, Clash is my home. Which is a tough thing for me to say, given some of my history here… but how's it go? Study it so you don't repeat it?
Now, I told the world when I came back that I wasn't here for more title gold. That I didn't come back for the accolades. That in twenty years, I had done things that some of the best in our business today will never have the opportunity to do in their careers. And I meant what I said.
But after Downfall retired the Hardcore Title, I've felt… empty. Like… like something was missing. Like some part of my story had yet to be written. For years, I thought that unwritten chapter of my story was the Hardcore Championship. A title I rarely had a shot at in any iteration of my career, and one I never got a fair stroke at. But this proves a struggle, because if I’m not in this for titles, why do I feel so empty without one??
And then… and then it hit me. As I’m watching the main event of Final Chapter, it all became clear to me. Back at #EffinRager in 2019, I faced one of the most dominant World Champions this company has ever had. I had potentially the best of the very best on the ropes, and he was scared. So scared, in fact, that his team- who had been banned from ringside- made an appearance anyways because they knew his title reign was truly endangered for the first time. And I- some nobody vet who was lucky to grace the midcard- was a viable threat to one of the most feared groups of the time.
When I went home after Final Chapter, I rewatched the tapes. I thought back to that point in my career, and I asked myself why I would allow myself to become distracted by someone who wasn't even supposed to be a factor. I had to really face some hard truths about who I was, and who I am today. And guys… I know what I need to do.The crowd is picking up what Wilds is putting down, as many begin chanting variations of “W-H-C! W-H-C! W-H-C!” Wilds takes a moment of self-reflection before raising his microphone once more, staring daggers into the camera. Jaice Wilds: For twenty years, I have been trying to prove myself. For twenty years, I have had the mindset that I need to become the best in the business. For twenty years, I have been sitting on the idea that I'm not ready, I'm not WORTHY of what I've been given because for twenty years, I've been stuck in this mindset that I'm STILL that jungle carny boy trying to break out onto the scene. Five years ago, I was trying to prove myself against someone with a quarter of my talent, and I lost. Not because I wasn't good enough. Not because he was better than me. Not even because of the distraction brought by his faction's interference. I lost that night because I still believed myself unready and unworthy of becoming World Champion.
Twenty twenty-four. It's a New Year, and much as I hate to be cliché, it's a new Jaice Wilds. A Jaice Wilds who understands that age isn't unavoidable. A Jaice Wilds who gets that the world isn't going to wait for him to step up. A Jaice Wilds who realizes that, while he may not need a championship to define him… one championship is the definition of the best in the world.
I don't care if it's Gerard Angelo. I don't care if it's Tatiana Jolee. I don't care if it's Jill Park, ShadowLove, Teo Blaze, Odin, ZMac, fucking Torture himself.
I'm coming for the World Title. Oh, trust and believe; I'm going to WORK my way up in true Jaice Wilds fashion. But when I've earned my spot against WHOEVER is the World Champion at that time, I'm going in knowing full well that I have earned EVERY INCH to get there, and I will earn EVERY. FUCKING. SECOND. that I get as your new World Champion.
Ladies and Gents, I've taken up enough time in the show. We have some great matches for y'all, so PLEASE enjoy yourselves. I'll be back in competition next week; but until then… WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT CLASH!!“World On Fire” blasts through the PA as Wilds drops his mic, starting out of the ring. The crowd cheers as he walks around, slapping fives and doling out hugs, taking it all in. He starts up the entrance ramp, but stops about halfway and shrugs… launching himself over the barricade and into the crowd. He continues to greet fans as the cameras switch to Chris and Billy. Chris Avery: He said it best, guys. Welcome to the show! We have a jam-packed night of action for you tonight, and it looks like- at least for tonight- Wilds is going to be another fan in the stands. Billy: I love when these guys can go out there for years and do the damn thing, but still enjoy the product as fans themselves. It's really touching, Chris. Look, I've got happy tears. Chris Avery: I… sure, Billy. Great. Can we maybe get into our first match?? Billy: Sure? I don't run the show. Whatever works.
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:44:37 GMT -5
Backstage Brawl Freddy Whoa Jr. vs. Zombie McMorris Billy: Last week at Final Chapter we saw ZMAC take out Freddy Whoa Sr. This week, The Playa is out for revenge Chris Avery: We were robbed for a Cruiser weight tag team match because of ZMAC. Billy: Always the opportunist and always with the mind games. We’re here now in this machine room in the back of the arena. Freddy Whoa waits for ZMAC. Jeans, white beater, those tapped up fists.
Flaco Got It - Submit 2 Pimpin hits the main arena PA system. Ethan Miller: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a backstage brawl! Introducing from Baltimore, he is the second generation PLAYA, FREDDY WHOA JUNNIORRR!!
In the darkness, two yellow eyes appear. They fade and reappear. They get closer and then further away. AFI’s Miseria Conantare hits the arena. Ethan Miller: And lurking in the darkness, from the Big Easy, Gnawlins, The owner of the green Power Coin… Zombie.. MCMOORRISSS!!
ZMAC steps out from the Shadows. ZMAC: Sup, Playa. You ready for this? Freddy Whoa: I’m going to beat the dog shit out of you! ZMAC: I’d expect no less. DING DING DING
Right off the bat, the two men swing widely at each other, stiff right hands. Freddy, fighting for dad, ZMAC, simply because he’s an asshole but it's Freddy who gets the advantage, throwing ZMAC into an equipment trunk. Billy: Our camera crew has to be careful. There are a lot of low-hanging pipes and structures.
ZMAC gets to his feet as he tackles Freddy up against a fall and punches him in the kidneys. Freddy with a big knee, catches ZAC in the guts and he staggers away. Freddy picks up a pipe and tee’s up, cracking ZMAC as hard as he can in the head. ZMAC is instantly bloody as he falls to the ground. Freddy Whoa: What's the matter, Z, I thought you were tough? What happened? It’s just a steel pipe. Don’t worry, I’m not going to pin you yet. I’m just going to beat you half to death and make you beg for the rest.
Freddy starts to punt ZMAC in the face who withstands and gets to his feet. Billy: ZMAC on weak legs. WHAM! Chris Avery: Hands of a Playa!
Freddy catches ZMAC and drags him out of the machine room and into the hallway. Fans start to gather as Freddy and ZMAC walk and brawl. Freddy Whoa: Here, get n the trash right where you belong!
Freddy throws MAC into a trash can and kicks it over. Freddy Whoa: You stupid idiot! I’m not done with you!
Freddy picks up ZMAC out of the trash can and throws him over a concession booth. Chris Avery: Food safety inspectors having a stroke right now!
ZMAC gets to his feet and starts to fight back, hitting Freddy with buckets and bins and bails of paper products. He rams Freddys head into a steel fridge and slams the doors repeatedly on him. Freddy fights back, punching ZMAC square in the nose before pulling up a fry basket and smacking ZMAC in the face! Chris Avery: Oh my god! Do you hear that sizzling of ZMACs skin. Billy: That's better than the last time that that happened.
Chris Avery: What do you mean the last time? What the hell have you guys been doing in WCF. That's had to be decades ago. Billy: Freddy WHoa Sr. called the match where ZMAC got thrown face first into a deep fryer like that scene from the Watchmen. Chris Avery: That's unnerving!
Freddy whoa picks up ZMAC and hits him with a backbreaker and dumps him back over the concession. Freddy stands on the counter and leaps off, hitting a cutter! ZMACs necks snaps against the ground. Freddy picks up ZMAC again.. WHAM!!!
SKEEE WHHOOAAA flatliner on the concrete! The pin. ONE!
TWO!!
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WHAT?!NOOOO!!!!
Freddy whoa pulls ZMACS shoulder up! Freddy picks up ZMAC.. WHAM!!
Falcon punch! Falcon punch by ZMAC! ZMAC cracks his necks so hard it sounds like a shotgun. Freddy gets to his feet as ZMAC hits a psycho crusher!! ZMAC gets to his feet and hits a bump of coke. Freddy to his feet now as he starts to stagger away. ZAC follows up with stiff right hands as a fan hands ZMAC a beer. ZMAC chugs it and smashes the bottle over Freddys Head. ZMAC gets dropped with a toe hold into a rolling GHerman Suplex right into a Pepsi machine. Chris Avery: No! Not again! Damn it, we’re going to lose our sponsorship! ZMAC is able to crawl away and avoid getting crushed. They brawl back into the arena where ZMAC is strangled with an extension cord. Freddy Walks ZMAC into a dark room. The door closes behind them.
Freddy Whoa screams like he’s being murdered. ZMAC: Welcome to the Dark Place, bitch!
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:45:06 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM TEO BLAZE
As Clash fades in, the fans attention is clearly on the center of the ring, where a very familiar face is standing. With a microphone in hand, the Cruiserweight Icon and Survivor of the recent Cell match stands, bandaged and bruised, but nevertheless focused and poised. He raises the microphone and begins to speak. Teo Blaze: New Orleans, Louisiana! Action Wrestling is back in the Big Easy, and that means that I have the opportunity to spend some time with some of my favorite people in the world!
The crowd roars in approval, their cheers showing the love that they have for the long-time veteran. Teo Blaze: But as much as I would like to sit back with my Best Friend and partner in crime Andre Jenson at the Cafe Du Monde, having a beignet and a cup of black coffee to celebrate the visit, I would be lying if I said that I didn't have other things on my mind. Now I may be a crazy sonuvabitch, but I never claimed to be delusional. Last weekend I walked into a cell with five other competitors, and I gave the fight of my life! Anyone who says otherwise is welcome to try and say so to my face.
But you may notice that there are a few things missing. Most obviously I do not have the World Championship I fought so hard to gain on my shoulder.
There is a tinge of bitterness beneath Teo's words, but he carries on regardless. Teo Blaze: But that is not all that is missing from this picture. Our former World Champion, Downfall-
Teo pauses for a brief cheer from the crowd. Teo Blaze: Elected to take his leave as a result of relinquishing the prize. I had eyes on being the one to stand in the ring, and shake his hand as he took his exit. It would have been perfect...But that's not what happened. And now, a man who I have been chasing for months, who I have taken to the limit on multiple occasions only for him to slip away by pinning somebody else each time! Has that belt around his waist and that briefcase in his hand!
And if we're being honest? Downfall's exit made me realize something. We all like to imagine our time in this business is infinite. That with enough talent and with enough determination, we can beat the clock on our careers. But it catches up to us all.
And that was a bitter pill to swallow.
But it made me realize something, it inspired me in a way that I can only describe as shaking me to my very core! Because I realized that if I want to hold that Prize over my head, I can't just keep sitting by, winning matches, and waiting for my chance. Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands!
And Gerard Angelo knows that he has come this close to losing to Teo Blaze more than once! His Bravado will never allow him to admit it, but he has felt it in his bones, he knows that I am capable of beating him, and me? I've never doubted that I'm capable of beating that excuse for a man!
But knowing it and doing it are two different things- and now that Gerard Angelo has that World Championship shielding him, I can't just walk into his locker room and drag his ass to the ring- there's going to be a whole line of people making their case, trying to jump to get an opportunity!
Anyone with eyes knows that Gerard Angelo is a duplicitous snake who takes any shortcut he can to steal a win, but damned if he doesn't have the devil's own luck!
But I could give a damn for luck. Luck can win you a championship, but it will never let you keep it. Gerard can count himself lucky that his plan worked, and he can hold that gold, but that luck is about to run out.
Because if Downfall's exit left a line for the next World Title Challenger, then you better believe that Teo Blaze is at the front of it-King of King's guitar riff hits and the crowd boos as the voice yells "On your knees, dog" Tobias Hoffman walks through the curtain and stands before turning back as Roman Gunn slowly walks from behind the curtain 2 paces behind him.. The crowd roaring with boos as Roman stops on the stage and looks around. Bow down to the... bow down to the king! Bow down to the... bow down to the king! Roman slowly turns to his left as Tobias nods in approval and bowing down to the king. He smiles and looks back up at the crowd and all of this while the first verse is being rocked to the masses. Roman slowly lifts up the one finger. Pyro blasts off behind him as the lyrics yell out once again! Bow down to the... bow down to the king! Bow down to the... bow down to the king! Ethan Miller: FROM THE ISLANDS OF SAMOA.. HE WAS THE LONGEST REIGNING CHAMPION OF ALL TIME.. HE IS THE UNDENIABLE... ROOMMAAANNN... GUUNNNN
Roman begins to head down the ramp and walks down the ramp with Tobias walking right to his left, with full on swagger and a slimey smile. The crowd boos as Roman climbs up the steel steps.. BOW DOWN TO THE .. BOW DOWN TO THE KING!
Roman steps into the ring as Tobias steps in right behind him. Roman enters the ring and climbs up the turnbuckles .. He closes his eyes and smells the pitiful stank air of the smelly marks and smarks packed in the arena and Roman opens his eyes and slowly lifts up the one finger.. Bow down! Bow down! Bow down to the... Bow down! Bow down! Bow down! Bow down to the... Bow down! Bow down to the... Bow down to the... Bow down to the king! Roman comes off the turnbuckles and gets into his corner as Tobias gets onto the apron and drops back down. The music fades as Tobias Hoffman grabs a microphone and he hands it over to Roman. Roman Gunn: Are you kidding me? I mean, honestly.. Are you kidding me?!
He raises an eyebrow and a chuckle. Roman Gunn: You out here callin' the shots? You? Big Man Teo on campus? You have to be kidding me, man!
The crowd boos as Roman paces back and forth. Roman Gunn: There is ONE undeniable, undisputed, longest reigning Champion EVER and that's me!
The crowd boos. Roman Gunn: And if there is anyone next in line, then it's me, the ONE, AND ONLY, ROMAN GUNN.
The crowd boos. Roman Gunn: It isn't you, Teo. You're a cruiserweight. You're a lightweight. You're a comedy shtick. You're a jokester. You sip on Portland bean coffee with fake mustaches and oversized glasses because you don't have what it takes to step up and be serious. You can't be a man. You can't be a main eventer and Teo, this is the big leagues. This is where we hit home runs.
You swing off for a wiffle ball off a tee, small dog. The crowd boos. Roman Gunn: So why I'm out here? Simple. I'm asking you to leave the ring..
The crowd boos as Teo just stands there shrugging and shaking his head no. Roman Gunn: Because I'm officially challenging Gerard Angelo right here, right now for MY World Championship title match!
The crowd all rises and stands up but it's Brady Bolt's music that hits. Billy: Here comes the General Manager of Monday Night Clash! Chris Avery: He asked for Angelo, the Champion, but he's getting the GM instead!
Brady Bolt has a microphone as his music cuts. Brady Bolt: Roman... You're NOT getting a World Title match tonight!
Roman shakes his head no in disgust as the crowd pops. Brady Bolt: But I have an idea! On February 25th at Payback, Gerard Angelo WILL defend his World Championship against a true number one contender! So, I've made a number one contender match! Next week live on Clash, Teo Blaze you will take on Roman Gunn... AND Tatiana Jolee in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH to determine who will face Gerard Angelo at Payback!
The crowd pops! Billy: WOW! HUGE MAIN EVENT NEXT WEEK!
Brady smiles as Roman goes for a superman punch on TEO! Chris Avery: LOOK OUT!
Teo ducks and springboards off the middle rope and moonsaults back BUT ROMAN ACTIONROLLS UNDERNEATH! TEO LANDS ON HIS FEET AND CARTWHEELS INSTANTLY THROUGH THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE! Billy: WHOOOOAAA!! Chris Avery: Next week! Roman! Teo! Jolee! Winner faces Angelo at Payback at the end of the month! I can't wait!
We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:51:07 GMT -5
Mercedes Alexus Demareux vs. Niobe Martin
Ethan Miller: The match is scheduled for one fall, Making her way to the ring from Water Valley, Mississippi, standing at 5 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 125 pounds, she is "The Trailer Park Princess' ' Mercedes... Alexus... DEMAREUX!!!
From behind the curtain comes "The Trailer Park Princess" Mercedes Alexus Demareux. The crowd boo's her as she yells at them to "Shut up!" and gets in the faces of the fans as she makes her way to the ring. Her Parole Officer follows close behind her trying to maintain some order and usher her into the ring and keep the fighting in the ring and not in the stands. Once she gets to ring side she climbs the steps and onto the ring apron leaning against the ropes continuing to talk smack to the crowd as they boo her. She pulls on the ropes to test them out and paces around the ring waiting for the match to begin.
Ethan Miller: And her opponent.
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. The ref points at the two competitors then rings the bell. DING DING DING Martin and Mercedes trash talk each other then lockup. Mercedes gets a side headlock and takes Niobe down. Mercedes stomps the chest of Niobe, Mercedes scoops Niobe out and slams her to the mat, as Niobe rises to a sitting position, Mercedes delivers a rolling neck snap. Mercedes picks her up again and lifts her into a fireman’s carry, then again slams her to the mat with a Samoan Drop, Mercedes hooks Niobe’s leg and turns her over into Boston Crab.Billy: Mercedes looking to make a statement here tonight. Mercedes continues to wrench the the crab as Niobe tries to get to the ropes, instead Mercedes pulled her back into the center of the ring and breaks the hold she delivered a stomp to the back of Niobe, followed by another, she placed Niobe in the bottom rope, and placed her knees on her back. The ref counts and Mercedes breaks at four. Mercedes lifts Niobe up and rakes her head across the top rope, Mercedes picked Niobe up and delivers a falling neckbreaker and covers.ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!Mercedes connected with a spinebuster for another two count. Mercedes climbs to the middle rope and nails Niobe with a diving clothesline and covers.ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!Mercedes climbs the ropes and attempts an elbow drop, Niobe rolls out of the way. Niobe delivers several quick kicks to Mercedes chest followed by a basement ddt and covers.ONE!
KICKOUT!!Niobe connects with a spinning heel kick, then locks in a Fujiwara arm bar and cranks hard on the arm, Mercedes pivots and gets her foot on the rope causing the break, Mercedes charged and Niobe sent her crashing to the mat with a back body drop, followed by an elbow drop, Niobe climbs the ropes and drops Mercedes with a missile dropkick, then nails Mercedes with a stunner, Niobe quickly scales the ropes and connected with a corkscrew Moonsault. Niobe again quickly scaled the ropes and delivered her patented Torment Split-Legged moonsault, then for a third time scaled the ropes and takes flight with a shooting star pre--Billy: SHITFIRE!!! MAD GOT HER KNEES UP!!! Chris Avery: Hello?! Was my mic not on this whole time?! Billy: I could hear ya, pal. Chris Avery: Weird.
Anyway, MAD got her knees up and got wrecked. MAD gets to her feet and, and then slowly Niobe follows, holding her ribs. MAD grabs Niobe and goes for a spinning DDT, but Niobe shoves her off and hits her with a spinning enziguri. Chris Avery: TRUE NIGHTMARE!!
MAD hits the mat and Niobe points up again/ Billy: She likes them top rope moves, pal!
Niobe climbs the ropes with great excitement and takes flight, connecting with a shooting star press. Billy: PHANTASM HORROR!!! Chris Avery: THERE'S THE COVER!!! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!DING DING DING Ethan Miller: The winner of this match... NIOBE MARTIN!!!
Billy: She done done it!
Chris Avery: What resilience from Niobe Martin!
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:51:32 GMT -5
A NEW TEAM HAS ENTERED THE CONVERSATION
“Nippon Manju” by LADYBABY starts to play and the stage lights up with numerous spotlights.
Chris Avery: WHAT IS THIS?!
Sparks shoot off from the stage as Lexi Sparkles bursts out onto the stage. Her excitement is contagious and the fans in attendance go wild. She waves from the back and out comes the mighty DRAUGR. He stops center stage and raises a fist in the air as she skips circles around him.
Billy: THE MIGHTY DRAUGR IS HERE!!! AND HE BROUGHT LEXI SPARKLES WITH HIM!!!
Chris Avery: COULD THIS BE THE JOLT THIS DIVISION NEEDS?!!
Lexi stops skipping and she motions letters with her finger in the air... as a logo appears on the ActionTron.
The music and the lights die down, and Lexi holds up a microphone.
Lexi Sparkles: Bonne soirée, New Orleans!!!!!
Billy: What?
They pop fucking huge.
Lexi Sparkles: Je m'appelle Lexi Sparkles et je suis là pour tout vous dire...
She stops, and laughs.
Billy: Huh?
Lexi Sparkles: Désolée. Sorry. My name is Lexi Sparkles and I am here to announce that we have signed with Action Wrestling!
Big pop.
Lexi Sparkles: Well, my grandpa DRAUGR is already signed. What I mean is that... I have officially signed with Action Wrestling!
Big pop.
Chris Avery: This is huge, Billy! Lexi Sparkles is a third generation superstar who has been on Action Wrestling's radar for years!
Billy: She ain't competed since 2020, but I heard they were tryna sign her to a development deal way back when. I can't believe they finally got Raging Dead's kid on the roster, pal!
Lexi Sparkles: After my grandpa's medical emergency at Final Chapter that... we'll get into another time... he has been cleared for action-packed action... but we decided now is the best time to dive into the tag team division. The New Brotherhood has been dominant for several months, and it's about darn time we shake things up. We're going to sit back and watch the next match, and hope to see the New Brotherhood in the ring really soon!
Their music plays again and the fans cheer as Lexi waves to them. She then skips backstage and the mighty DRAUGR follows.
Billy: Well dang, pal! Business is picking up!
Chris Avery: And next up, the New Brotherhood takes on--
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:52:13 GMT -5
Non-Title Match: Devil's Gate Denizens of the Grave vs. The New Brotherhood(c)
Billy: Ya know, pal, I don’t like the chances of Devil’s Gate here tonight. Well, the duo formally workin’ for Devil’s Gate.
Chris Avery: Formerly.
Billy: Yeah, that’s what I said. Formally.
Chris Avery: It isn’t -- oh, nevermind.
Billy: Dwade and Kuraim are darn lucky they even have this match. I’m pretty sure they ain’t never signed a contract with Action Wrestling.
Chris Avery: It’s my understanding that it was an umbrella deal worked out with former management of Devil’s Gate.
Billy: Former just sounds so wild to me, pal. We live in a world where Sara Pettis owns Devil’s Gate. What a time to be alive!
Golden letters N and B hover over each other and separate to read NEW BROTHERHOOD as the deep driving guitar riff of “Cold” by Static X blasts through the arena and the entrance ramp fills with smoke as the silhouette of a man with his arms spread appears through the mist.
Chris Avery: Here we go!
Kevin Bishop steps forward still with his arms wide and the AW Tag Team Championship belt around his waist. Cipher shows up behind him with his title raised with both hands over their heads.“WE KISS…THE STARS… WE WRITHE… WE ARE!!!!”
Ethan Miller: Making their way to the ring… they are your Action Wrestling Tag Team Champions… Kevin Bishop and Cipher… THE NEW BROTHERHOOD!!!
Bishop and Cipher make their way down the entrance ramp accepting the stretched out arms of the fans. As they get to the ring Bishop deftly hops onto the apron and spreads his arms out again as Cipher raises his belt in the air and both titles appear to sit atop one another before Cipher rolls into the ring with his partner.
Billy: Them boys have been dominating the tag team division since October, and there’s no end in sight.
Chris Avery: You don’t think Dwade and Kuraim can pull off a victory here?
Billy: I mean, anything is possible, but that ain’t happenin’.
An eerie hum fills the earholes of the tens of thousands in attendance. The ActionTron lights up with violent and possibly satanic images. The hum morphs into “Ora Pro Nobis Lucifer” by Behemoth and two masked man emerge from the smoke filled stage.
Chris Avery: Wow! What a throwback to former Action Wrestling United States Champion Der Metzger!
The lights spookily flicker and start to illuminate the arena as Dwade and Kuraim stagger down the ramp, exhibiting and barely controlling an urge to attack the fans in attendance.
Ethan Miller: And their opponents… at a combined weight of five hundred and thirty pounds… Dwade and Kuraim… THE DENIZENS OF THE GRAVE!!!
They makes it to the ring and he slides in, moving jaggedly to the corner to pace back and forth. Ethan Miller stands outside of the ring, avoiding Dwade and Kuraim like der schwarze tod.
Billy: Okay, I might take all that back, pal. They look ready for action-packed action here.
The fans boo, not because of anything they have done yet, but because they are creepy. Bishop and Cipher don’t look impressed, as they converse in their corner. They hand their titles off to someone at ringside, as this is not a title match. Cipher wants to start this one off, promising to make the match quick.
Chris Avery: And it looks like Kuraim is going to start for… Denizens of the Grave, is it?
Billy: I think that’s Dwade, pal.
Chris Avery: You sure?
Billy: Kuraim is the tall green guy. Dwade is the short purple guy.
Chris Avery: Ah, okay. So Dwade and Cipher are starting this one off.
Billy: Good stuff, pal.
Kuraim and Bishop go to the ring apron, as Dwade and Cipher step to the center of the ring.DING DING DING Dwade and Cipher are quick to lock up in the center of the ring. Cipher is aggressive and pulls Dwade back toward the New Brotherhood corner. Bishop tags himself in and clobbers Cipher’s back. The lock up is broken, and Bishop sends Dwade to the ropes with an iron whip. As he comes back, Cipher delivers a drop toe hold, tripping him. While Dwade is falling forward, Bishop hits him with a devastating superkick.
Billy: SHITFIRE!!!
Chris Avery: Nearly took his head off with that superkick!
Cipher walks back to his corner and Bishop goes to cover Dwade, but Kuraim is quick to get into the ring. Bishop stops Kuraim’s attack and he gives him a few punches, then whips him into the ropes and signals to Cipher. As Kuraim rebounds, Bishop delivers a powerful spinebuster. While Kuraim is down, Cipher follows up with a diving elbow drop, crushing his chest.
Billy: SHITFIRE!!!
Chris Avery: The New Brotherhood is dominating this one, Billy!
Bishop points to sky and Cipher laughs, then goes over to their corner. Bishop drags both Kuraim and Dwade off of the mat, holding them belly-to-back together. He nails ‘em both with the Black Death and holds them across his knee as Cipher flies off the top rope with the Broken Code across their opponents backs.
Billy: SHITFIRE!!!
Chris Avery: BLACK DEATH DESTROYER TO DWADE AND KURAIM!!!
The fans roar as Cipher and Bishop stack Dwade and Kuraim, and cover them both simultaneously.
Chris Avery: THERE’S THE COVER!!!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!DING DING DING Ethan Miller: Here are your winners... your Action Wrestling Tag Team Champions... THE NEW BROTHERHOOD!!!
Billy: Well dang, pal! The tag team division is still under the iron claw of The New Brotherhood!
Chris Avery: You line them up and the New Brotherhood will knock--LIGHTS OUT
Billy: What is this?!
The lights strobe as Douchebag by Limp Bizkit hits! Chris Avery: COULD IT BE?! Billy: IT IS!! THEY'RE HERE!! THE ELITE HAVE ARRIVED!!
Trent Hunter and X-Rated come through the curtain as the crowd pops but also boos. Billy: I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT WE'RE SEEING HERE! Chris Avery: THE TWO GREATEST WRESTLERS OF ALL TIME HAVE ARRIVED IN ACTION WRESTLING!!
The Elite come down the ramp as the fans go crazy and they duck and dodge every highfive as if there is covid on their hands. They tell one methhead girl to give them some of that sweet crack lovin' but shes too ugly anyway. They get into the ring as the crowd chants Holy Shit! Billy: I STILL DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I SEE RIGHT NOW!!
Trent grabs a microphone as the crowd continues to go crazy as the music fades. Kevin Bishop and Cipher don't move a muscle in the ring as they stand in front of them with their tag team titles in hands. Trent Hunter: THE GAME. JUST CHANGED!!
The crowd boos. Trent Hunter: WELCOME TO THE NEW ERA OF ACTION WRESTLING AND IF YA DONT KNOW WHO I AMMMMM LET ME INTRODUCE ME AND MY BADDY X-DADDY HERE!
The crowd pops. Trent Hunter: YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE TWO GREATEST WRESTLERS OF ALL TIME, HALL OF FAMERS, WORLD CHAMPIONS, THE GREATEST TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS EEVVEERRRRRR!! TRENT HUNTER.. HE IS X-RATED.. WE
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THE ELITE!!The crowd pops as they raise their arms in the air. Trent Hunter: And who we're looking at is two giant pieces of lazy shit posers!!
The crowd boos as Cipher steps forward but Bishop holds him back. Trent Hunter: Nah, nah, don't worry, we won't get physical right now but let me tell you something. You see, 80 years of experience combined with us, and we know how this works but we're here to change shit up! Out with the old and in with the new, we're not working you to some PPV you losers. Nah, we want Tag Team Championship matches RIGHT HERE NEXT WEEK!
The crowd pops. Trent Hunter: Like I said, THE GAME HAS CHANGED!
X-Rated takes the microphone. X-Rated: YOU SCUMBAG SCALLYWAG LOSERS NEED TO KNOW ONE THING: WE ARE THE BEST AND YOU ARE NOT
NOW WHO IS DOWN TO GET LOWWWWWW WITH THE ELITEEEEE?!The crowd boos as their music hits and X-Rated and Trent Hunter turn their backs on New Brotherhood and go to the turnbuckles as the lights strobe and Hunter and X-Rated pose on the middle ropes! Billy: THE ELITE ARE HERE!! THEY HAVE CHALLENGED FOR THE TAG TEAM TITLES! Chris Avery: CIPHER AND BISHOP LOOK LIKE THEY WANT TO MURDER THESE TWO! Billy: YOU WOULDN'T?!
We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:52:35 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM JODY MADROX
We open up to the backstage area where we see Jade standing in front of the AW logo with a smile on her face as she had the signal to speak towards the camera.
Jade Riley: Welcome fans of AW, we are here tonight in N'Walins here tonight in the Uno Arena, and I have been informed that the Omega Champion is here to speak with us tonight!
Then it cuts to the arena with the fans cheering, then back to her.
Jade Riley: Welcome JO--
Then JB and Jody come on the set within mardi gras outfits on, and JB throwing random beads at her. Then Jody props the title on hi shoulder and decks the belt out with a mardi gras mask on center plate.
Jade Riley: Oh wow, you are so festive here tonight guys!
JB: We are, because we in Orleans here celebrating Fat Tuesday!
Jade Riley: Isn't that supposed to take place on February 13th?
JB: Yeah supposed too but who give a fuck!
Jody waves his arms in the air to answer.
Jody Madrox: Oooo oooh Me me! I don't give a FUCKA AS WELL... we partyin hard tonight in Orleans, and I have to admit that I would like to see some tittes here tonight, would you like to show yours Jade?
Jade looks on with slight embarrassment , as JB and Jody taunts her to do it. Before she bucked under the pressure, Jody stops her from doing it.
Jody Madrox: I'm bullshittin, you have a show to do. We can't get fined by FCC!
JB then rolls his eyes as Jade regains her composure with a half hearted laugh.
Jade Riley: Heh..umm, so on that note Jody, are you ready to defend your Omega title against the returning Jacob tonight?
Jody Madrox: Jacob? I guess soo i did'nt know he left AW. Looks like that's how much I care about him. I know he wants to reclaim the strap, but of course that isn't gonna happen tonight.
Jade Riley: But what if it does happen?
Jody Madrox: Well, then I guess they completed the token blacky/"diversity" card for the belt after tonight then. You see, if I had single handily taken out Gunn and Dra for the belt, then I guess I won't ever see a belt a again. Then I can truly be myself causing ruckus in AW with or without a belt on my waist. Like JB told me, belt don't make the man, BUT the man make the belt and I will make this belt into the most hottest thing since Tha Carter tape dropped in 2004.
Then JB starts to play "GO DJ" randomly out of his phone, then the duo decide to leave the interview to discus the Omega title match as it shifted back to the commentators.
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:53:00 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM PAULY SHORE
“Thank God I’m A Country Boy” by John Denver begins to play throughout the arena and from behind the curtain steps Pauly Shore, trying to recapture his heyday of Son in Law fame with a pair of daisy dukes bib overalls, a blue tie dye shirt, red chopped up cowboy boots, and a straw cowboy hat. He waltz down to the ramp slapping hands and tilting his hat toward a pair of tiny women holding themselves over the barricade to get Shore’s attention. He does a jig before climbing the steel stairs and slithering into between the ropes into the center of the ring. Pauly Shore grabs a microphone from a ring assistant and he finds himself standing to the cheers from the fans showering over him. Pauly Shore: Action Wrestling!!! HOW’S IT GOING, BUUUUDDDDYYY!!!!?!!
Shore does a jig and smiles wide. Pauly Shore: I feel it, I feel it… Thank you for that, I really mean it.
Shore lowers his head. Pauly Shore: But here’s the thing, Action Wrestling… I’m sure you’ve all heard about it by now…. I was found out and I you know… I wanted to do the right thing and try to get on the other side of it. I’m not being the weasel right now or the cheesy squeezin the ju-uce. I have a confession to make… My name is Pauly Shore and I have a midget addiction.
The crowd murmurs. Pauly Shore: There was a point in my life where I was at my lowest of lows…. I stumbled into the littlest strip club in Florida,.. Lolipops.
The crowd pops. Pauly Shore: Leave it to Florida, am I right? They were glorious little angels on Earth with names like Sprinkles, Tiny Tina, Mini Jar, Lil Teacup, and I’m still caught up in Cocoa Pops. My lil, sweet Cocoa Pops… But I cannot blame Thaddeus Franklin King for helping me indulge in my kink. I can’t blame him, that I shat on a midget’s head in the middle of a Lil Devil’s Triangle.
The crowd begins to boo. Pauly Shore: Sorry, I didn’t mean to say midget…. Little person.
The crowd continues to boo. Pauly Shore: This whole ordeal has shaken me to the very core and I’m sure I speak for the rest of those who paid a visit to Thad’s F.A.A.F.O. Island, when I say it was the best time of my LIFE. To be able to strip down and indulge unlike anywhere else. Who wouldn’t want that kind of freedom? Speaking of Freedom, I believe even AW’s own James Freedom was there too, claiming he was going to end racism or something.
The crowd boos louder. Pauly Shore: What? I’m just trying to get ahead of all of this, buuuddy! We are people too, dammit!
Security begins to walk down the ramp. Pauly Shore: Now I’m going to be snuffed out by the company I helped make a safe haven for Hollywood’s biggest players? Without me, you wouldn’t have had Jake Paul even think about stepping foot in this place!
The security storm the ring and pick up Pauly Shore as Shore yells into the microphone. Pauly Shore: WE ARE PEOPLE TOO, DAMMIT!!! COCOA POPS, CALL ME, BAAABYYY!!!
The security carries Pauly Shore out of the ring and up the ramp as sounds that aren’t human come out of a thrashing Pauly Shore.
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:53:26 GMT -5
Non-Title Match TJ Alexander vs. Driller Jaworski(c) Billy: What a treat we got comin’ up! Our NEW Cruiserweight Champ Driller Jaworski gon’ take on TJ Alexander in a non-title match! I don’t know much about Driller since he’s a CruiserClash guy, so I’m going to share the table with Jimmy Garcia! Jimmy Garcia: I wouldn’t call Driller a CruiserClash guy because that brand is on a hiatus right now, but I understand the sentiment. Billy, it’s a pleasure to join you for this match. What are your thoughts on TJ Alexander? Billy: That boy is tougher than two dollar steak, I tell you h’what. Next week, he’s got a challenged laid you to him by Chelsea Winston for A Good Ol’ Tasmanian Death Match! Hopefully he can keep his eyes on the prize here tonight. Not like a title kinda prize but… oh, you know what I mean. Jimmy Garcia: Indeed, I do. If TJ Alexander can defeated Driller Jaworski here tonight, that would put him in contention for the Cruiserweight Championship. There’s a lot at stake here tonight.
(Please write out how your character's entrance will be used for results writing) Billy: … Jimmy Garcia: What just happened? Billy: You’ll get used to it. Jimmy Garcia: Oh, okay.
There's nothing flashy about Driller's entrance. He marches down to the ring, rolls under the bottom rope, and paces back and forth, staring at his opponent in the ring. He hands his title off to someone at ringside because it is not on the line tonight. Billy: That man don’t waste no time! DING DING DING
Driller charges at TJ and nails him with a huge lariat, turning TJ inside out. Driller lays the boots to TJ until TJ is able to grab onto the bottom rope. The referee urges Driller to back off, and he obliges. TJ pulls himself up with the ropes and Driller clobbers him from behind. He grabs him in a waistlock and pulls him from the ropes, then hits him with a German suplex with a bridge. ONE!
TW--KICKOUT!!Jimmy Garcia: Not quite a two!
Driller gets on TJ, dropping down heavy forearms as the referee tries to maintain control. Driller pulls TJ up and whips him off the ropes. Driller throws a clothesline, TJ ducks it. TJ springboards off the middle rope and-- Billy: What a spear!
Indeed. Driller speared TJ in midair and dropped him straight to the mat. Jimmy Garcia: There’s the cover! ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Driller pounds his fist on the mat in frustration and gets to his feet, pulling TJ up with him in a waistlock. TJ reaches back and grabs Driller’s head, flipping over him with a standing shiranui outta nowhere. Billy: SHITFIRE! Jimmy Garcia: He calls that the Crash Landing!
Both men lie on the mat. Driller holds his neck and TJ finally catches his breath. Both men stagger up to their feet and Driller throws a punch. TJ ducks it and hooks him, then plants him with a pumphandle suplex. Jimmy Garcia: There’s the cover! ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!Billy: TJ Alexander ain’t gon’ make this easy for Driller Jaworski, pal!
TJ gets to his feet and starts pumping his fists, then reaches down and pulls Driller up. He goes to whip Driller to the ropes, but Driller reverses it. TJ comes back and ducks a clothesline from Driller, then does a handspring into the ropes and pops back with a cutter to Driller in the middle of the ring. He pops back to his feet and lands a standing shooting star press. Billy: SHITFIRRRRE!!! Jimmy Garcia: There’s the cover!! ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Billy: How’d he kick outta that?! Jimmy Garcia: Driller Jaworski didn’t come this far to only come this far, Billy! Billy: Darn impressive cruiserweight skills from TJ Alexander though! He’s really makin’ a case for a future title match!
TJ gets up and he claps his hands rhythmically, and the fans clap along. Driller gets to his feet and TJ grabs him from behind, then hoists him up onto his shoulders. Billy: He calls this Game -- OH NO!!
Driller slides down behind TJ before he can hook the head. Driller clobbers him from behind and then hoists him up in a torture rack, then transitions it to a sit-out backbreaker, crushing the momentum that TJ was building up. TJ bounces off and hits the mat. Driller takes his time to cover him, hooking the leg. ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Jimmy Garcia: This isn’t over just yet, folks!
Driller gets to his feet and he motions out a throat slash. He drags TJ up and hooks him in a front facelock, the hoists him up in the air for a vertical suplex. Before he can complete the finishing maneuver, TJ kicks his legs back down and plants Driller with a dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane outta nowhere. Neither man is moving, and the referee starts his count. ONE… TWO… THREE… Billy: This could end in a double knockout here, pal! Jimmy Garcia: Nobody wants to see that. FOUR… FIVE… SIX…
TJ and Driller starts to stir. SEVEN… EIGHT… NINE…
They both get to their feet just in time, meeting up in the middle of the ring to exchange strikes. The strikes speed up until Driller throws a lariat. TJ ducks it, and turns Driller around, scooping him up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before planting him with a cutter. Billy: PERFECTION 10!! Jimmy Garcia: THERE’S THE COVER!! ONE!
TWO!!
THRRRR----KICKOUT!!!Billy: Unbelievable! Driller ain't lettin’ that belt go without a fight, pal!
TJ slams his fist on the mat out of frustration, and then gets to his feet. He stalks Driller as he gets to his feet. TJ charges at Driller, who scoops him up in a fireman’s carry really fast and plants him with a northern lights bomb. Billy: HE HIT HIM WITH THE DB-24!!! SHITFIRE!!! Jimmy Garcia: THERE’S THE COVER!!! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!DING DING DING Ethan Miller: The winner of this match... Action Wrestling Cruiserweight Champion DRILLER JAWORSKIIIII!!!!!1 Jimmy Garcia: What an impressive victory for Driller Jaworski! Billy: What a great day for--
The ActionTron lights up and we see someone watching the match from backstage. Billy: Whosat?! Jimmy Garcia: I believe that's the newest member of the cruiserweight roster: TAYLOR SWEET!
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:54:05 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM JESSIE LEE
The camera fades into the backstage set that Jade Riley normally held any and all official Action Wrestling interviews; the Monday Night CLASH logo plastered all over the background. However, despite the apparent set up the woman normally seen there was, in fact, not in sight! Instead, standing front and center like a category 5 tornado about to touch down, stood Jessie Lee with the Action Wrestling World Television Championship dangling over her shoulder; a look that could boil lead upon her face. Jessie Lee: TONIGHT is the night where we are supposed to determine who the "Bad Bitch" is; where the World Television strap ACTS like the crown for the victor. But THIS!
With a fierce slap that thundered loudly in the concrete halls, Jessie planted the palm of her hand against the faceplate; pressing it into shoulder. Intensity burning in her eyes, tone, and body languge. Jessie Lee: THIS isn't some throwaway tiara from two years ago. THIS isn't some trinket that acts as accessory to some stupid outfit worn by some airhead dunce that thinks havin' a few good strikes makes ya dangerous. THIS is the WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP and I'M it's champion.
Readjusting her position as she slid the championship from her shoulder, Jessie's glare never waivered. It was more than clear where her mind was tonight! Jessie Lee: TONIGHT is the night I put the stamp on this forgone conclusion and END this little farce and get back to the REAL work. BEING CHAMPION.
With a sneer of disgust, Jessie shook her head and walked out of the scene as the camera faded.
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:54:29 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM DOC HOLLIDAY
The arena goes dark as the beat to "Got it on Me" by Pop Smoke interrupts the darkness "Look Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Don't let my heart turn cold Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul Don't let my heart turn cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Yeah, I don't cry no mo' I don't look to the sky no mo' 'Cause I got it on me" Chris Avery: He's here! The new United States Champion is here! Billy: Yes he is, Chris! The man who took down the legendary Odin Balfore in a street fight at Final Chapter! Chris Avery: What a crime scene the was. Billy: One of the best matches at Final Chapter in my opinion.
A spotlight shines on Doc Holiday as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp, in a black pinstripe Armani suit and standard aviator glasses. However, there is something new to his swagger, a shiny United States Championship, that happens to be strapped around his waist peeking through the suit jacket. His head slowly bobs to the music as he walks to the ring with a huge smirk on his face as the crowd erupts for him. Fans reach out to touch him, he obliges and slap hands with a few of them as he walks to the ring, up the steel steps and slides through the middle rope, going to the center of the ring where he embraces the cheers from the crowd with a sly smirk and his arms out. Green pyro's go off behind him as he lifts his arms, shooting from left to right and then right to left. He walks back over and grabs a mic from the ring announcers Doc Holliday: New Orleans! What's good?
The crowd erupts. Doc Holliday: You know I feel exactly the same way.
Smiling, Doc casually lifts his jacket to show off the United States title. Doc Holliday: Now this thing right here has been quite possibly the most difficult piece of hardware that I've had to work for in this company. I had to climb a mountain to get there after "O" just for a lack of response, basically telling me that I wasn't going to get the shot at this belt. I guess sometimes you really just have to take things into your own hands and then force other people's hands. If you don't then you get in a situation like I was where "O" and Lady Bolt came down to the ring to announce that our match got canceled, because "O" was so injured that he couldn't defend this title. For a guy that claimed he would fight anyone, anywhere, any time, on any street, in any alleyway, on any given sunday...
Acting like he has to stop to catch his breath. Doc Holliday: Rain or shine, sickness and in health, good days and bad, for better or worse, I'm sure there's more, but we all know that "O" likes to waffle on and on with filler words, but I myself, must bring this all back together. As "O" said this he kept dancing around an answer, because he knew exactly what would happen if he faced me. He knew that he would, LOSE, just like he did Sunday. "O" may be old, but he's not nearly as dumb as he looks or acts. He knows that the wrestling landscape isn't what it used to be, and he's an old dog. You can't teach an old dog new tricks, you know, like how to handle someone with speed and agility. I told everyone that "O" was over the hill and needed to be put in the retirement home and I did exactly what I said I would do. I beat him fair and square, beating him from pillar to post, throughout the entire arena making an example of him, showing the whole world that he didn't have what it takes to beat me one on one!
The crowd starts chanting HOLI-DAY! HOLI-DAY! HOLI-DAY!
He waits for the crowd to silence before Doc Holliday: As the United States Champion, I know the responsibility it comes with, the lineage of the title, the importance of the legacy of myself and the others that have held it before me. This is not the CBS Championship, this not the TV Title, THIS IS THE UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! This means that I'm on the next step to my ultimate goal of being the most elite wrestler this company has ever seen. Next to our World Champion, I'm the one getting the interviews, the video packages, the programs, and visiting all the charities. I'm one of the faces of this organization and let me tell you, I was made for this! As the United States Champion, I will hold myself to a higher standard than the last few title holders and I will bring some integrity back to the title from the darkness that it has been in for the last year or so. I will be the champion that the people deserve to have, because frankly the last two jackasses who had this title played keep away and used backhanded tactics to keep others from showing what a true champion could look like in this role. Not me, I have a goal to keep this title until...
Doc is interrupted. Brady Bolt: Hold on, Hold on, wait just a minute.
Brady Bolt walks out on stage with a stack of papers in his hand. Brady Bolt: Hold your damn horses, Champ. Don’t “Atlanta Falcon” that victory lap because, boy oh boy do I got a bone to pick with you. Doc Holliday: It’s too late for that, Lady Bolt. Your boy lost. I beat “O” in a street fight at Final Chapter. Brady Bolt: First off, there are two problems with that. One, that street fight was not officially sanctioned, therefore the U.S. Championship cannot legally change hands. Doc Holliday: Yet here I am, with the belt on my shoulder. Been singing autographs and taking pictures all week with it. Tells me a lot about “O” when he’s got you out here towing his line and doing the dirty work. There's a new face in town and it makes him sick. I get it. I’d be sick too if I was him. He too old and way, waay, waay, past his prime. He was probably on YO! MTV Raps. Out here every night embarrassing himself like those geezers Kid N Play. Brady Bolt: That's where you’re wrong. See, I could overturn the match. I COULD overturn your wonton quest for destruction and reward Odin the title back but I can’t. Do you know why, because you broke his arm in Final Chapter. I should strip everything from you, suspend you, and have you carrying Roman Gunn's bags for a month but Odin cannot wrestle. Therefore, he cannot defend the belt. Hence, he would have to vacate it. Billy: Docs broke Odin's arm? Chris Avery: Must have been when he slammed that equipment trunk on it. Billy: Not to mention the vending machine. Chris Avery: That happened twice you said? Billy: At least twice. Freddy Whoa could tell you but I think - he’s in the Dark Place. Brady Bolt: What I have here though isnt anything to do with Odin; no. This right here is from Pepsi - one of our biggest sponsors.
Brady takes out a pair of cheat readers from his pocket and carefully looks over the documents. Brady Bolt: Section four, paragraph two states: Under the conditions outlined above in the previous, Pepsi, Pepsi Cola, Pepsi Bottling, and its subsidiaries, shall suffer no indignity losses, implied or unimplied, here about stated. Nor shall it suffer any sort of penalty, inquiry, or breach resulting in the negative impact of the brand. If such matters occur, loss of funding, rights, and/ or sponsorship may occur and further dealings shall be revoked. In regards to the events that transpired last week at Action Wrestling Premium Live Event, “ Final Chapter” where a performer was severely injured by the misuse of of our branded products; such considerations are being reviewed.
Brady takes off his glasses. Brady Bolt: Doc, how did you beat Odin Balfore at Final Chapter? Doc Holliday: I dropped a vending machine on him. Brady Bolt: A Pepsi machine, Doc; it was a PEPSI MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR SPONSOR, DOC. That stunt could cost us millions of dollars over the years. That's more than what we pay you and we certainly don’t pay you to bite the hands that feed us. Do you know how close that puts us to being bought out by the Utah Soccer Alliance - TOO CLOSE! Doc Holliday: Brady, Brady, Brady. None of these problems are MY problem. I beat Odin. I’m the U.S. Champion. See, you and him, you’re made for each other. You just talk a lot of hot air. No one cares about the Utah Soccer Alliance. No one believes your bullshit. I’m the champ and it eats you alive. Brady Bolt: No. It’s your belt, for now. This is your bed, you lay in it. All you want me to do is take it off you. All you have been crying about is how Odin was ducking you and I’m protecting him. I’m doing what's best for business. You won that belt congrats, it’s yours. Let's see how you handle it. As for Odin, he’s going to have to have a steel plate put in his forearm. That puts him out at least for another month. However, there is another guy that you’ll have to answer to because you weren't the only one who hated Odin with an undying passion. Johnny Cedrone wanted his revenge. That revenge that you robbed him of. I’m thinking maybe your first defense is against him. Call that a consolation prize for your inept selfishness. So just continue to be out here and enjoy your night while you can. And again, congrats on the win, Champ. Chris Avery: Wow! so Brady Bolt is going to let win at Final Chapter stand. Doc Holiday is officially our NEW United States Champion and Odin Balfore? Billy: Shelved - with a broken forearm. That's crazy news. This is already a crazy new year. Gerard Angelo, world champion, and Doc Holiday, now the defacto number two. Chris Avery: And Jonny Cedrone is the new number one contender; Brady Bolt hittin the gas in 2024. What else can happen tonight?
Pop Smoke hits the arena again as the fans chant: HOL-I-DAY, HOL-I-DAY! Doc continues to gloat and celebrate his new championship in the great city of New Orleans as we head to commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:55:01 GMT -5
Jacob Koenig vs. Jody Madrox(c)
"For The Glory" by All Good Things plays and out comes the master of the backbreaker Jacob Koenig. He stands on the stage and looks out at the fans. Ethan Miller: Making his way to the ring... weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds... from Minneapolis, Minnesota... JACOB KOENIG!
By now, Koenig is halfway down the ramp, and he slaps hands with only some of the fans. He walks up the ring steps and steps between the ropes. He throws both fists in the air and gets a good reaction from the fans. Billy: And here’s our first of two title matches tonight folks! Jody Madrox defending the Omega Championship against this man, the first-ever Omega Champion, Jacob Koenig! Chris Avery: Koenig is a former Mixed Martial Artist and the founder of the Backbreaker Fight Club! He’s also a former Television Champion! Madrox has his work cut out for him.
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. Billy: Jody Madrox, the protege of John Black, defeated Roman Gunn at Holiday Bash to become Omega Champion, eneding the longest reign in history! Chris Avery: And Jacob Koenig has the second-longest reign in history. If Jody wins here tonight he would have beaten the two greatest Omega Champions of all time! DING DING DING
The ref calls for the bell and Koenig rushes in, trying to catch Madrox off-guard with a leaping knee but Madrox just knocks Jacob out of the air with a stiff clothesline! Koenig is on the mat coughing as Jody grabs his hair and pulls him up, hooking an arm around his neck. Madrox lifts Jacob up and slams him into the mat with a vertical suplex. Madrox floats over into the cover. ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!Koenig kicks out. Madrox pops back up to his feet and leaps into the air before stomping hard down into the chest of Koenig. Billy: Koenig trying to start fast out of the gate but Madrox was having none of it! Chris Avery: Madrox using those street fighting skills here! It's a battle of styles tonight with Madrox being a street champ and Koenig traditionally trained!
Jody pulls Koenig up and Irish whips him into the ropes. Madrox bends over for a back body drop but Koenig stomps himself and delivers a kick to the face of Jody, sending him upright. Jacob charges in and nails Madrox with a back elbow, knocking him down. Koenig hits the ropes and rebounds, leaping up to drop a knee across the forehead of Jody. Koenig pulls him back up and hooks him for a suplex but Madrox fires off heavy punches into his ribs. He lifted Koenig and slammed him into the mat face-first. Jody hits the ropes and comes back but Koenig is up and flips him around into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! He covers! ONE!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!!Billy: Shitfire! What a backbreaker from Koenig! Chris Avery: Jacob is the Master of the Backbreaker. When you face him you need to have a chiropractor appointment scheduled!
Jacob pulls Madrox back to his feet and scoops him before dropping him across a knee with a pendulum backbreaker! Madrox grabs his back as John Black yells encouragement from ringside. Koenig is back to his feet and stomps down into Madrox’s back. Koenig grabs Madrox by the ear and pulls him up before giving him a knife edge chop across the chest. He picks Madrox up for a back suplex but just slams him down across his knee in another backbreaker. Koenig covers! ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Billy: The backbreakers flying from every angle! Chris Avery: Jody’s spine has to be bent at an acute angle right now! Billy: No one cares about geometry, Chris!
Koenig points at JB and talks shit before grabbing Madrox’s legs, trying to flip him over into the Koenig crab. Jody fights it, trying to fight out of it. Jacob keeps trying to flip him as Madrox tries to wriggle free. Koenig bends down to get a better grip but Madrox rolls him up! ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Both men pop to their feet and Koenig charges at Madrox only to get lifted and flipped into a Michinoku Driver! Billy: Da Geto Madness! Koenig is out! Chris Avery: Yeah, that coming from you is insane.
Madrox holds it in a pin! ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Jody holds three fingers up to the ref who shakes his head. Madrox gets up and grabs Jacob, pulling him up and onto his shoulders. He starts to go for an airplane spin but Koenig slips off his shoulders behind Madrox and lifts him up and drives him into the canvas with an Olympic slam! Koenig crawls into a cover! ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Billy: Shitfire! Koenig was so close to becoming a two-time Omega Champ! Chris Avery: All of Koenig’s offense is built around destroying the back of the opponent. I’m Suprised Madrox was able to kick out after the punishment to his back tonight.
Koenig pulls on his hair before he mounts Jody, hitting him in the face with punches before getting up. He drags Madrox to his feet and lifts him into the air for the Vertibreaker but Jody wriggles out and drops down behind him. He wraps his arms around Koenig's waist and drops him on the back of his head with a German suplex! Madrox gets up and points to the top rope! He climbs up and poses before he flies off with a Frog Splash, crushing Jacob Koenig! Billy: KeKe- Chris Avery: I got this one, Billy! KeKe’s Dress! Madrox just crushed Koenig!
Madrox covers! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!DING DING DING Ethan Miller: The winner of this match... and still Action Wrestling Omega Champion... JODY MADROX!!! Chris Avery: And the reign continues! Billy: What's next for Jody Madrox?!
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:55:26 GMT -5
LET'S HEAR FROM KARLIE NASH
Previously recorded. Karlie is somewhere in an undisclosed location. Acts 20:28 Pay careful attention to yourselves and to all the flock, in which the Holy Spirit has made you overseers, to care for the church of God, which he obtained with his own blood. The camera backs up to reveal a group of people sitting in a large circle in the middle sits Karlie. The circle opens to Lexi Stone who walks in and sits down. Lexi Stone: Thank you for having me. Karlie Nash: You're welcome. Lexi Stone: At Final Chapter you were unsuccessful in your quest for both the Baddest bitch and television titles, now that Final Chapter has ended what are your thoughts about the final match in the baddest bitch crown tournament. Karlie Nash: To be completely honest, I could care less, It has no relevance to me. Lexi Stone: The television title or the baddest bitch crown. Karlie Nash: The Baddest bitch crown has absolutely no relevance to anything, sure it will be an ego stroke for Jessie Lee and Vespertine because they both need it more than I do. Lexi Stone: Okay, but what about the winner, do you want to face the winner? Karlie Nash: That isn’t up to me. Lexi Stone: Will you be in New Orleans to congratulate the winner? Karlie Nash: Why would I do that, I already said I could care less.
Lexi is unnerved by all the eyes on her. Karlie Nash: They’re harmless Lexi, just my loyal followers. Lexi Stone: Okay. Karlie Nash: Do you have anything else to ask me? Lexi Stone: When will we see you back in the ring? Karlie Nash: When Action Wrestling books me, It’s not like I’ve decided to take a hiatus, just a week to wind down. Lexi Stone: Well okay I guess that all then, for Action Wrestling I’m Lexi Stone and we're out.
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:55:46 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:56:12 GMT -5
2024 Bad Bitch Crown FinaleVespertine vs. Jessie Lee(c) Ethan Miller: The following is your MAIN EVENT, and it is scheduled for ONE FALL... and it is for the AW Television Championship... AND The 2024... BAD BITCH CROWN!! Chris Avery: Think of the high stakes involved here, Billy, the tournament that started at The Final Chapter will end tonight in this banger of a match! Billy: Who will be the Television Champion at the end of the night, an illustrious title made famous by the record reigns of Claire Hawkins, Downfall, and Addy A, and WHO will be the 2024 Bad Bitch Crown winner, an accolade synonymous with - Yeah, pretty much just Addy A!! Chris Avery: We know these two young women are hungry to be the ones that wear that Crown!! Ethan Miller: Introducing first...
(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, VESPERTINE!!!!!! Chris Avery: Vespertine has been known for her... eccentricities, but you can't dispute that when she has a goal, she stays committed. Ethan Miller: And her opponent...
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 LEE!!
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. Chris Avery: Jessie Lee has been a dominant TV Champion so far, and she looks to add even more luster to her reign by being named the Bad Bitch Crown Winner of 2024!! Billy: She doesn't already have Bad Bitch as a self-identifier? Really? She's got Aussie Assault, Brutal Bitch, Big Tiddy Gothy Mommy Dommy...... just "Bad Bitch" really is quite mild.
Vespertine extends her hand to Jessie, who warily takes it. Vespertine and Jessie lock eyes for a good, long moment. But then, Vespy pulls Jessie in for a forearm shot to the face. Vespertine lays into Jessie with several more forearm shots and backs her to the ropes. Chris Avery: Oh!! Vespertine suckered Jessie Lee in, and is immediately teeing off!! Billy: I don't think that Jessie Lee even expected someone so small to try throwing hands with her, it's like Napoleon taking on the Prussian Army!! Chris Avery: ...Did you...... really deep dive on Wikipedia just to make that reference? Billy: I wanted to sound smart.
Trying to pour the aggression on, Vespertine whips Jessie off, and goes to run off the rope herself. Jessie drops down to her stomach and Vespertine runs over top of her and to the opposite side of the ring, and when Vespertine bounces off the ropes back towards a laying Jessie, Jessie back body drops the much smaller competitor HIGH in the air, sending Vespy saily to the mat. Vespertine lands hard, and groans, holding her back and complaining. She rolls onto her side as Jessie is already upon her, dragging her up by her hair, quite fired up by that potato shot to the mush. A snarling Jessie whips Vespertine into the corner, then runs in and annihilates Vespertine with a corner clothesline that makes the smaller Vespy kick up out of the corner, before flopping to the mat, holding her chest. Chris Avery: Make no mistake about it, Vespertine is in a much lighter weight class than Jessie Lee, she's giving up a lot of power here. Billy: This is a girl that started her AW career by targeting the 7 foot, 400 pound Sitcom, so she might just have a thing for going after people much bigger than her.
Vespertine gets to her feet, groaning, and Jessie takes her down with a flying forearm smash, then Jessie unloads another one as Vespertine gets up. Vespertine stumbles to her feet, but Jessie takes her down with a spinning heel kick. Vespertine bails out of the ring, rolling to the outside, and begging off. Jessie stands in the ring and flings her arms out, asking "I thought you wanted to go??" From the outside, Vespertine wipes at her beautiful face, and looking up at Jessie. A look of what could be approval crosses Vespy's face as she looks at Jessie, who beckons her to come on. Chris Avery: Vespertine came here to compete and it looks like she's satisfied with the level of energy Jessie is bringing to the table.
Jessie comes towards the ropes, and goes to reach over the rope to grab Vespy, but Vespertine grabs her head and hangs her up on the top rope! Jessie hits the mat and grimaces in pain, holding her throat, and Vespertine quickly makes it worse by surging in the ring, giving her a leg drop to the back of the head and driving her face into the mat again. Vespertine then quickly locks in a bridging Indian deathlock. Vespertine arches her back to pull farther back under Jessie's chin with her arms, and Jessie lets out a choked scream of pain. The ref asks Jessie to give up, but Jessie shakes her head no. Jessie begins trying to elbow Vespertine loose. Vespertine releases the hold and then she grabs both of Jessie's arms. She pulls Jessie upwards but she is also standing on her short hair. Jessie screams at this illegal move. The ref tells Vespertine to let go or she'll get herself disqualified. Vespertine steps off Jessie's hair but holds on to her arms, and then rolls forward performing a flipping senton across the sternum of Jessie. Vespertine then lifts Jessie up and, still holding both arms, locks her hands together and gives Jessie a double underhook suplex, holding on to one arm and floating it over into a crucifix armbar on Jessie after she's finished. Chris Avery: Vespertine brings such innovative and unorthodox moves to the table, it's easy to see why she's been so successful over the last few weeks.
Jessie struggles in the crucifix armbar and starts to pull herself up. She pushes forward with her legs, making it so Vespertine is stacked up in a pinning predicament. Before the referee can even start counting, Vespertine breaks the hold, hungrily not letting the opportunity get away from her. Vespertine gets back up, taking hold of Jessie, but Jessie sweeps her legs from under her and then flips over for a jackknife cover. Vespertine immediately powers out. She gets up, and Jessie rolls over her shoulder and down her back, grabbing her tights as she does and pulling Vespertine over into a schoolgirl pin. Vespertine again pushes her way out before the ref can reposition himself. Vespertine, frustrated, gets back up, and goes to lift Jessie up, but Jessie rolls her into a standing La Magistral cradle pin. The referee counts... ONE!
KICKOUT!!Jessie and Vespertine get to their feet and Jessie begins giving Vespertine some stinging kicks to the leg and hamstring. Vespertine staggers on one leg, as Jessie gives her another harsh kick to the side of the knee. Jessie follows up with a short roundhouse to the midsection. Vespertine swings for a clothesline but Jessie ducks, and Vespertine turns right into an open-hand slap. Vespertine flops to the mat. Jessie then gives a few knee strikes to the side of Vespertine's temple, following it up by floating over into a bridging arm triangle chokehold. Vespertine's eyes widen in shock at being put in this unexpected predicament. Jessie tightens the hold. The referee asks Vespertine if she gives up and Vespertine refuses. Jessie pulls back on the hold. Vespertine reaches out for the ropes, but they aren't in reach. Vespertine pulls herself closer, and finally is able to grab the bottom rope, forcing a break. Jessie gets up, and lifts Vespertine up. Jessie lifts Vespertine up onto the ropes and drapes her throat across the second rope. Jessie then jumps up, using Vespertine's back as a springboard to fly over the ropes and as she comes down, she pulls Vespertine's head down, hanging her up across the second rope. Vespertine falls back into the ring, contorting around, holding her throat, and Jessie gets back onto the apron. Jessie grips the ropes, waiting for Vespy to pull herself up, then the powerhouse EXPLODES over the ropes with a springboard flying shoulder block, smashing into the smaller woman and taking them both down! Wow! Chris Avery: Jessie may take Vespertine out here!
Jessie pins Vespertine... ONE!
TW--KICKOUT!!Vespertine reaches for the ropes to pull herself up but Jessie lifts her up. She begins giving Vespertine a few crossface forearm shots and she tries to lock in a standing camel clutch submission. Vespertine runs backward and squashes Jessie into the corner. Vespertine gives Jessie a few elbow shots as she does so. The referee gets in between them, or tries to, telling them to get out of the corner. Jessie pushes her way past the official, but receives a poke to the eyes from Vespertine, who pushes her back into the corner and follows it up with a running shoulder block into the midsection. Vespertine gives Jessie another two shoulder thrusts, then steps back to the middle of the ring and meets Jessie with a flying forearm in the corner that sandwiches Jessie. Jessie teeters for a second limply, and then flump, drops right face first. Vespertine lifts Jessie up and walks her over to the corner, bouncing her head off the top rope. Jessie holds her face. Vespertine climbs onto the apron and pulls Jessie over, applying a rope hung Boston Crab, aka TARANTULA!. Jessie's neck and back and wrenched painfully across the ropes. The ref starts a disqualification count for this illegal hold. Billy: Vespertine better be careful, it's a slippery slope she's going down. Chris Avery: I see Vespertine as someone who is willing to bend the rules just enough to get what she wants. Billy: I just mean it's slippery because you take one wrong step off that apron and you could tweak a hammy; And that apron is all slick with sweat and stuffs.
Vespertine breaks the hold as soon as the DQ count begins, but the damage may have been done. Jessie stumbles out of the ropes. Vespertine then climbs back in the ring, and springs on the second rope, coming off with a springboard headscissors to take Jessie down. She then lifts Jessie up and applies an octopus stretch. Jessie tries to reach for the ropes with her free arm as Vespertine's leg pushes down on her head. Jessie shouts in pain. The ref once again asks Jessie if she submits, but Jessie refuses. Vespertine frees Jessie, but gives her a knee strike to the temple. Jessie falls down to her stomach. Vespertine applies a single leg Boston crab, but Jessie rolls through and rolls Vespertine over into a small package type of pin. Chris Avery: Jessie Lee powering through, she knows that not just the Bad Bitch Crown, but her Television Title are in serious jeopardy!! ONE!
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KICKOUT!!!Vespy lifts Jessie up and hooks her in a facelock as if she's going to go for a shiruanui, but Jessie frees her head, grips Vespertine's arm and pulls the other one around her throat for a straightjacket. Then, she drops back with a lungblower, dropping Vespertine across her knees. To follow this up, she turns Vespertine over, keeping both of Vespertine's arms wrapped around her throat with the straightjacket, as she sits on Vespertine's back and pulls her wrists backwards in a modified camel clutch stranglehold. The ref checks to see if Vespertine will submit, but Vespertine refuses. Jessie keeps the hold applied. Vespertine screams she won't give up. Finally, Jessie untangles Vespertine's arms from around her throat but keeps holding on to her hands, as she applies a boot to the back of her head and shoves down, planting Vespertine's face into the mat with force. Jessie goes for a cover. ONE!
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KICKOUT!!!Billy: There's the Jessie we know and love, if she encounters a problem, she'll stomp it. Chris Avery: It may take more than that to put her away!!
Jessie looks down at Vespertine in disbelief. She shakes her head, and lifts Vespertine up and whips her into the corner. Jessie comes charging in, looking for a big corner splash. However, Vespertine moves out of the way and Jessie hits the turnbuckle chest first. She turns around, holding her chest in pain. When Jessie turns, she is gripped around the head by Vespertine, who drops down and gives her a double knee facebuster. Vespertine lifts Jessie up and gives her a cartwheel into a powerbomb!! Chris Avery: I don't know what she calls that, but it was effective! Billy: I think it's literally just listed as Cartwheel Bomb!
Now, Vespy goes to the legs and goes for a regular variation of a move she's used a few times in this match, a Boston Crab. Jessie screams in pain, and bites down on her hand to keep from making her hand waver as if for a tap out. Several long moments pass in the hold. Jessie is able to hold on, and nearly pulls herself over to the bottom rope to make the rope break. Vespertine sees this happening, however, and alleviates the pressure on the hold to pull Jessie by the legs into the center of the ring, and going back to the legs to put the Boston Crab back on hopefully in the mindset of stopping those stomps. But, Jessie is wily and as soon as Vespertine goes back to work on the legs, Jessie reaches up and pulls Vespertine down into an inside cradle. ONE!
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THR--KICKOUT!!!Vespertine is mortified at nearly being caught napping, and as soon as she breaks free she dives in and gives Jessie an axehandle to the back of the head. Vespertine then pins Jessie in return. Chris Avery: Vespertine's unorthodox style has really got the brawling, brutalizing TV champion digging deep!! Billy: But... but she's the Dommy Mommy!! Aren't there rules against this kind of abuse, or safe words?? ONE!
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THR--KICKOUT!!!Vespertine motions for Jessie to get up, and she backs up, going for a head kick, but Jessie ducks right under Vespertine's leg and sprints forward. Vespertine turns around, and Jessie levels her with a Super(Wo)Man punch!! Vespertine is knocked down, pinballs end over end, and falls into the ropes, then the sell completes with her pushing up from her elbows in a complete daze. Jessie, not finished, grits her teeth, steps over to Vespertine, hauls her up in a deadlift up to a shoulder, and drops her with an Argentine backbreaker! Chris Avery: BOOM! and BISHBREAKER! WHAT A ONE-TWO PUNCH!! ONE!
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THR--KICKOUT!!!Chris Avery: Both of these women have put their strongest efforts out there, and we're no closer to finding a winner. Billy: If they weren't currently beating each other to crap, they would find a lot of common ground, I think!
Jessie runs off the ropes and takes Vespertine down with a straight kick right to the jaw as she begins to get up. Vespertine flops and rolls over precisely three times, then is flat on her back, staring up at the lights with such a dazed look you'd almost expect her to be saying "Goo goo ga ga". Jessie, however, is not concerned with Vespy's mooted baby talking, she is intensely, supremely focused on closing out this match. She paces over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, facing the crowd, then she looks back at Vespertine and blows her a kiss before flying off with a cannonball senton, coming down right across the midsection of the smaller woman! Vespertine contorts and rolls around in pain on the mat, and Jessie, desperately shoves her over and goes for the cover... ONE!
TWO!!
THR--KICKOUT!!!Jessie looks stunned. She lets out a raucous shriek and she looks at the referee, asking "Are you kidding me?!" the referee assures her that Vespertine got the shoulder up. Jessie looks over at Vespertine, who is shaking the cobwebs out. The crowd is split 50/50, chanting "Let's go Jessie/Let's go Vespy", as Jessie Lee lifts Vespertine up, lacing some knee lifts to the face, and Jessie whips Vespertine in to the turnbuckles. Vespertine hits hard and stumbles out, holding her lower back, and Jessie runs in, going for a stinger splash, but Vespertine ducks out of the way. Jessie smacks the turnbuckle mouth first, and stumbles back, comically pinwheeling around in a daze. Vespertine then meets her with a Pele kick right to the temple. Jessie falls to one knee, shaking her head as if the lights are dimmed. Vespertine then runs to the ropes and comes off, then meets Jessie in the center of the ring with a shining wizard. Jessie flops back, stunned. Vespertine takes a moment, trying to catch her breath, and then, she grimaces, fighting through the pain and fatigue. Vespy comes up behind Jessie, grabs her by the throat, and pulls her down into a Japanese lungblower! Jessie hits Vespy's knees and bounces off, and sells it, in a lot of pain, but for the moment, that took everything Vespertine had. Both women are down in the middle of the ring, barely able to do anything more than crawl an inch at a time, after the toll this match has taken. Chris Avery: This has become a war of attrition, a testament of pure will to win, whoever can pull this off will have bragging rights of coming through a real fight to be the winner of the 2024 Bad Bitch Crown AND Television Champ!
The referee is checking on both ladies, but as of yet they're both not ready. Vespertine is trying to will herself to get up and Jessie is staring straight up as if dazed. the referee begins a ten count for them to answer. 1... 2... 3... 4... Vespertine starts shaking the cobwebs out... 5... Jessie starts rolling onto her side... 6... Vespertine starts pushing herself up onto her knees... 7... Jessie also starts getting to her feet... 8... both ladies get up. Vespertine fires a hard forearm shiver to the face of Jessie that makes her back off a step. Jessie comes forward and meets Vespertine with a forearm shot of her own that makes Vespertine take a step back. Vespy retaliates with a right forearm, backing Jessie down, then Jessie fires back with one more, back and forth they go, with the crowd giving a "YES!" chant with each successive hit. After an exchange of five shots to the face apiece, Jessie begins firing up, and she begins bringing that high energy as she starts laying in to Vespertine with a series of forearms, punches and slaps to the face. She backs Vespertine into the ropes, until Vespertine doesn't resist anymore, and then Jessie whips Vespertine off to the ropes and as she comes back, meets her with a jumping Sling blade neckbreaker. Jessie shouts out to the crowd, and as Vespertine gets to her feet, pulling herself up on the ropes she turns and Jessie DECKS her with a brutal spinning backfist. Chris Avery: GOT DAYUMN!! Billy: Vespy is always going on about what a beautiful Diva she is, it'll be no good if she needs her money maker wired shut!
Jessie drops breathlessly over Vespertine for a cover. ONE!
TWO!!
THR--NOOO!!!Billy: Vespertine got her foot on the bottom rope!
Jessie explodes, shrieking at the top of her lungs, in total disbelief. She gets to her feet and yells at the referee for a moment, telling him that had to be three. the referee explains his case. Jessie blows him off and goes back to Vespertine. Jessie lifts Vespy up and gives her a body slam onto the mat for positioning, and then looks back to the ropes, looking to finish up strong. Jessie goes to the ropes and springboards up, looking for a diving double knee drop, but Vespertine rolls out of the way just in time and Jessie lands knees first, quite painfully. Vespertine then drills Jessie from a kneeling position with a short somersault cutter, smashing her right into the mat. Then, Vespertine grabs Jessie, going for an Osaka Street Cutter... but as Vespy leaps up for it, Jessie catches her... and counters it by POWERING Vespertine into the corner with a whiplash inducing powerbomb! Chris Avery: SUSPENDED SILENCE - NO!!! COUNTERED INTO THE DEAD DROP!!
Jessie Lee's eyes open up with fearsome intensity, as she pushes herself up, slapping the mat and screaming, sweat ruining her makeup and her hair wild, but she stalks Vespertine from the other side of the ring, egging her to get up, and motions that it's over... Vespy, painfully, holding her back as if she just received the kind of injury from that Buckle Bomb that would end someone's career for five or six years, gingerly gets to her feet, and Jessie charges at her... pumps her leg, going for a Brogue Kick... and Vespertine ducks under it and sprints past Jessie Lee! Jessie Lee turns... right into a HELLACIOUS Codebreaker, being dropped right across the knees of Vespertine! Chris Avery: NOW JESSIE LEE IS CALLING FOR IT, THE MOVE THAT'S RACKED UP SO MANY TELEVISION TITLE DEFENSES, FATALITTYYYYY - NO!! NO!! VESPERTINE COUNTERS! VESPERTINE COUNTERS!! Billy: EPICALLY DIVA!! Chris Avery: WHAT A DAMN MATCH!!
Vespertine covers... ONE!
TWO!!
THR--NOOO!!!Jessie kicks out! The crowd are going absolutely wild with shock and the front row explodes with a humungous pop! Vespertine has a look in her eyes like she cant' believe it! Vespertine slowly pushes herself up, and looks over at Jessie Lee, who is just starting to fight through the pain and push herself up as well. Both competitors, knowing they're in the home stretch, begin wearily exchanging slaps and right hands as they fight on their knees! Their strikes speed up, and Vespertine gets in a spinning backfist! She connects with a kick to the left side, a kick to the right side, and a kick to the lower abdomen! Billy: TRIPLE KICK!!!
Vespertine lets out a roar and she pulls Jessie in, then turns around and grabs Jessie by the neck. She flips back over Jessie and goes for the osaka street cutter-- Chris Avery: JESSIE LEE SHOVES HER OFF!! VESPERTINE HITS THE ROPES AND-- Billy: BOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!1
After the super(wo)man punch outta nowhere, Vespertine stumbles into the ropes and staggers toward Jessie, who pulls her into a double underhook. Chris Avery: HERE WE GOOO!!!
Jessie nails her with a spinning double underhook facebuster. Billy: LEETHALITYYYY!!!!1 Chris Avery: THERE'S THE COVER!!! ONE!
TWO!! THREE!!! DING DING DING Ethan Miller: Your winner, the 2024 Bad Bitch and STILL ACTION WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPION, Jessie Lee!!!!
While Billy and Chris react to the match, the camera pans over to Lexi and Jimmy at their table.
Lexi Stone: What a match!
Jimmy Garcia: Lee has done it. She has won both the Bad Bitch Crown and kept the Action Wrestling Television Title.
Lexi Stone: Huge moment for--
Jimmy Garcia: WHAT'S THAT!?!
Lexi Stone: Looks like we've got a crowd jumper!!
A figure who's face is obscured by their hoodie jumps the barrier and slides into the ring clocking the Action Wrestling's Bad Bitch from behind with the Television Title that was stolen off the timekeeper's table on the way to the ring.
Jimmy Garcia: SECURITY!
The assailant wraps their arm around the head and neck of Jessie Lee and drives her head into the mat with a brutal DDT!
Jimmy Garcia: Seriously where is security!
Lexi Stone: Sliding into the ring, Jimmy!
The Action Wrestling Security duly enters the ring one by one!
Lexi Stone: LEFT HAND!
Jimmy Garcia: LEFT HAND!
Lexi Stone: LEFT HAND!
Jimmy Garcia: LEFT HAND!
With a plethora of blasting left hands the security team is dispatched and is more interested in circling the ring enclosing the intruder rather than being devastatingly destroyed. Vespertine has come to her senses and charges the mysterious stranger!
Jimmy Garcia: SUPERKICK!
Lexi Stone: TO THE HEART!
Jimmy Garcia: Vespertine tried!
Jessie Lee is up but still dazed. She moves to seek revenge on her assailant.
Lexi Stone: Split-Legged Stunner!
Jessie Lee goes down as quick as she stood up!
Jimmy Garcia: Call the Police! Call the National Guard!
The mystery one looks around the ring and at the security laughing, her face still hidden by her hoodie and some form of hockey mask. She bends over and picks the Television belt up off the mat and cackles loudly. Reaching up, removing her mask and flicking her hoodie off in one smooth motion.
Jimmy Garcia: That's!
Lexi Stone: THATS!
Jimmy Garcia: THAT'S ADDY A!!!
Addy drops the belt on Vespertine, and give her a sarcastic clap in her face, before rolling under the bottom and straight past the dumbstruck Security Team who were lost as to what to do next. Addy escapes through the crowd.
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Post by Action Reel on Feb 5, 2024 10:56:44 GMT -5
GERARD ANGELO CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION
The ring had been expertly decorated as the show comes back from a commercial. Tables in the ring had been draped with linen tablecloths. One table held bottles of champagne and the other with expensive foods like caviar, oysters, and shrimp. A plush black carpet covered the canvas as balloons were tied to the four turnbuckles. Billy: You think we’re gonna get some of that food? Chris Avery: I don't think Gerard is gonna share with either of us, Billy.
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 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 is shown standing on stage, dressed in a custom three-piece suit and sunglasses with a bandage on his forehead. In one hand he clutched the All-In briefcase while the other held the Action Wrestling World Championship over his shoulder. Ethan Miller: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEWWWWWWW Action Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, GERRRRRARD ANGELOOOOOOOOO!
A wide grin replaced his usual smirk as he makes his way down to the ring, largely ignoring the booing fans. Angelo climbs up the stairs and walks to the center of the apron, surveying the crowd before climbing into the ring. He walks over to the corner and grabs a microphone from the timekeeper. Gerry walks back to the center of the ring and places the briefcase on the ground and adjusts the title on his shoulder as the music fades out, being replaced by boos. The champ smirks. Gerard Angelo: Go ahead get them boos out. Were y’all part of all those shocked people when I won back my World Heavyweight Championship? I saw all the predictions done by everyone online. Everyone thought Downfall was going to retain. Nobody picked Gerard Angelo to win. And what did I do? Exactly what I said I was going to do. Win back my title and retire Downfall. What does that make now, three Hall of Famers I’ve retired in the past year?
He turns and looks at the spread of food and champagne, ignoring the flutes already filled and grabbing a bottle. Gerard Angelo: It’s a cause for celebration because at Final Chapter I proved unequivocally that not only am I the best damn wrestler in Action Wrestling but I am the best damn wrestler in the world. I beat every single person that management declared a main eventer here. I showed Roman Gunn that he needs to beg Brady Bolt to reopen OCW because that’s the only place he's gonna be acknowledged. I sent Shadowlove back to his studio apartment where he’s gonna hold the camera for Miyamoto so she can get railed for her OnlyFans. I showed Teo Blaze he’s still just only the best guy from the B show. I proved to Tatianna that her entire run at the top was little more than a fairytale. And I made Downfall choke on his massive fucking ego for getting too damn cocky. See, calling myself a Living Legend isn’t just a tagline to sell some T-shirts. I’ve been doing legendary shit my whole career. How many people in history can say they’ve been the All-In holder and World Champion at the same time? One of one and you’re looking at him. In fact I’m sure you’re all hoping I address this unprecedented situation we find ourselves in. See, holding these two things makes me the most powerful person in ADub. If for some reason I were to ever lose my title, I could rectify that situation in an instant. I hold the reset button. Deus Ex Machina. The ultimate retake if you will. I control this place with an iron fist now. No more games from conspiring co-presidents or incompetent middle managers. The Era of Angelo is back!!! The Final Chapter... NO! I’m THE Final Boss now!! The burden is on the rest of you to beat me and I have the deck stacked in my favor now! Next week, I'll be taking a close eye on Teo, Tatiana, and Roman as they fight over being second best to yours truly! Good luck!!
Gerry smirks and pops the bottle of champagne, sending the cork flying into the crowd. Foam bubbles out of the bottle before Gerard lifts it up, dumping the expensive champagne into the mouth, drenching his suit in the process. He laughs as he shakes the bottle, blasting suds out at Ethan, Billy, Chris, Lexi, and Jimmy at ringside as “Who Gon Stop Me” plays. Before the show goes off the air, the camera pan's to the crow's nest of the arena where we get a glimpse of Jaice Wilds shaking his head.
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