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Post by Action Reel on Oct 16, 2019 13:30:51 GMT -5
Gravedigger vs Waylon Cash
The Myth in Minneapolis is bouncing, the crowd is going nuts, as XIII is on the air! It's only a few seconds into the broadcast when the lights in the arena drop. The lights stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and out from the back walks Gravedigger, escorted by Adrian and JJ. The crowd boos heavily and the trio stops on top of the ramp as Gravedigger looks around smiling- Waylon Cash drops out of the sky taking out all three members of the entourage! Cash some how makes it back to his feet before the others and grabs Adrian nailing him with a butterfly brainbuster. There is a loud crack and as the camera focuses on Adrian he rolls over revealing a huge split in the corner of the ramp where his head made contact. JJ see's this and is on her knees staring at waylon with a pleading look. He walks over and takes her by the hand while at the same time delivering a vicious low blow to grave digger. He then leads JJ by the hand off the stage putting her into the hands of someone else behind the curtain. He then makes his way to the center of the ramp and raises his hands in the air soaking in the Boos and screaming of the crowd. He brings his hand down in one swift movement and Criminals by Big P hits over the sound system, Cash is joined on the stage by his manager Scott Savage, He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They look back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp looking over the damage he caused.Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. More booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind. He turns and stares back up the ramp as Referees and medics come out to check on Adrian, JJ is long gone, Gravedigger is however back on his feet and after viewing the damage completely he looks at the ring with a smile on his face, Cash smiles back. Suddenly a masked man appears from nowhere with a baseball bat, Cash doesnt see him until its too late, the masked man hits the ring punting Cash in the back of the head with the bat stunning him and knocking him to his knees, the masked man then low blows Savage and proceeds to drag him up the ramp to Grave digger as Cash looks on helpless from the ring, the refs attempt to get in between the masked man and digger but digger forces them to clear a path. The masked man throws Savage at Grave diggers feet, grave digger hands him an envelope and the masked man leaves. Grave digger runs a thumb across his throat and to a chorus of protests from the surrounding officials delivers a high jumping death driver to savage having him coming crashing down onto the stage face first. He gets up and points at his temple smiling and nodding, the camera flashes at the ring and Cash is returning the gesture, and grave digger begins the walk to the ring taking his time he finally makes it into the ring he greets Cash with.. Gravedigger: Great minds I guess! AND HERE WE GO WAYLON CASH ONCE AGAIN FLYING OUT OF THE GATE WITH A DIVING CLOTHESLINE AT DIGGER! Digger is ready though and catches Cash with a heavyweight sized inverted ace crusher instead, digger makes his way to the top rope to a loud chorus of boos and jeering from the crowd, he flips them off and goes to work on cash coming down on him hard with a huge bionic elbow to the back of the head as Cash gets back to his feet. He grabs waylon by the arm and drags his still body to the corner standing on his chest and screaming before kicking off his chest and down into a one footed boot to the face, he brings cash to the center of the ring and sets him up on his shoulders, he spins cash off his shoulders for a TKO but cash has been waiting for his opportunity, Cash lands on his feet locking in a beautiful dragon sleeper, Grave digger is in silent shock as he gasps for strength, Cash fights back leaping on grave diggers back and wrapping his legs around him, grave digger picks his spot and stumbles forward tumbling through the middle rope and out to the floor, cash is not so lucky and ends up with his leg caught in the top and middle rope hanging him upside down on the inside of the ring. Grave digger is seathing in anger at this point and grabs below cash's chin pulling back using the ropes as a bow and arrow, at this point the ref steps in 1... 2... 3... 4... Digger releases the hold and the ref gets out of the ring to yell at him for a while, Grave Digger: FUCK YOU I GOT 5! seeing his opening cash amazingly pulls himself up over the top rope using his leg, freeing him and also sending him springing out of the ring and down onto Grave Digger Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! Both men are out on the floor, the ref rolls back in and starts the count 1... 2... 3... Cash is back in the ring 4... 5... And Digger rolls in, Cash is waiting for him and unloads on him with hard vicious kicks, he stands on Grave Diggers chest and laughs screaming at him, Cash takes grave digger over to the corner and puts him on the top rope, both men climb for the superplex, Cash hot dogs a little too much though and recieves a hard gut shot, Grave digger manages to get Cash up in a firemans carry, he stands up on the middle rope and delivers a hard Death driver to Cash off the middle rope! 1... 2... 3! THAT'S IT! Gravedigger has pinned Waylon Cash in this hellacious match! Digger rolls of Cash, catching his breath and looking down at the carnage he has caused. We fade out to a video package while the ring crew resets.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 16, 2019 13:31:52 GMT -5
Jeff Purse vs. Sarah Twilight
The video wall that is set up just over the balcony that surrounds the nightclub begins to flash images as the crowd begins to bustle. "Stand Up" by Trapt begins to play to the backdrop of images. The crowd begins to cheer wildly as an image of Jeff Purse comes to life on the screen and they realize what is about to take place.
"Why don't you let me be, leave me alone."
"You start a fire inside that I could never control."
"You wanna see a reaction?"
SLAM 1/13/13
Jeff Purse is seen walking to his car at the end of the show. He is smiling, thinking about what he is going to do to Eric Price next week. Two headlights on a car near Jeff light up. He realizes he can't find his Navigator. He pulls out his key chain. The car with the headlights pulls out of its parking spot slowly behind Jeff, angling its nose at him, backing up a bit. Jeff is pressing the start button on his key fab, trying to find it. Tires squeel as the car behind Jeff comes charging at him. He turns at the last second as the car strikes him. He goes rolling over the top and lands behind the car, laying back down, spread out.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! JEFF PURSE JUST GOT STRUCK BY A CAR!
Shannan Lerch: WE NEED PARAMEDICS!!
"Come on and cut me down, you've gone as far as I'll go."
"Now you're crossing the line and I am letting you know .."
"Well here's your reaction."
AFTERMATH 4/28/13
Jeff climbs the ropes, pandering to the crowd. He hops off the turnbuckle and comes face to face with Sarah Twilight, who has the World Title over her shoulder.
Zach Davis: Uh.. is anything going to happen here?
Shannan Lerch: Purse DID kinda steal Sarah's spotlight.
But Sarah understands the need to get revenge on Eric Price. She grins and extends her hand, mouthing that she's glad he's recovered. Purse takes it and nods.
Zach Davis: Wow, a show of respect between Jeff Purse and Sarah Twilight.
"Stand Up. I've had enough."
"Walk away before I finish what you started."
"Face to face, I will put you in your place."
"End this game before I finsh what you started."
"Face to face, everything will change."
SLAM 6/16/13
Eric crawls toward the ropes and stuggles to pull himself up after the brutal assault by Jeff. Eric grabs hold of the bottom rope and he barely pulls himself to one knee. He flops his arm over the second rope and manages to pull himself to a bent over position. Meanwhile, Sarah and Purse have him in their sights. Eric finally stumbles to his feet and turns around...
Zach Davis: Here it comes!
Jeff moves toward Eric to fire off the spoke, Sarah moves in with the chair at the exact same time and...
Shannan Lerch: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Wait...WHAT???!!!
Jeff is actually lifted from the ground as the end of a steel chair is DRIVEN into his gut by SARAH TWILIGHT! The crowd is silent for a moment and jaws around the entire arena are agape. Even Eric Price's eyes are wide as Sarah follows through by driving the chair into Purse's gut yet AGAIN.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!!
Shannan Lerch: I...have no idea. But I like it!
"You planted the seed, how my anger has grown."
"Go a feeling inside that I can't seem to control."
"You wanna see a reaction?"
SLAM 6/26/13
Sarah Twilight: So when I saw Jeff walking backstage that January night, contemplating how he and Pantheon would again ascend to undeserved power. To amass glory that they have not EARNED ... I ran him down. I took from you Jeff what Pantheon has tried to take from me for over a year. I took your spot, Jeff. Because I EARNED IT and you have earned NOTHING!
The crowd is again stunned and even MORE pissed at this point. Sarah is completely filled with hate as she speaks.
Zach Davis: Wait WHAT?! Sarah Twilight ran down Jeff Purse? How sick! She even visited him in the hospital and pretended to be his friend! What a sick and twisted woman!
Shannan Lerch: This has to be the most devious plot I have ever heard of. It's BRILLIANT!
Zach Davis: You condone this? She put the man out of action for MONTHS! She nearly ended his LIFE!
"Come on and cut me down, you've gone as far as I'll go."
"Now you're crossing the line and I am letting you know .."
"Well here's your reaction."
Jeff Purse: Ever since Corey announced Thirteen, I have only been focused on Sarah Twilight.
BLAST 6/30/13
Jeff heads in as Sarah starts to stir on the turnbuckle. Grabbing her from behind she tries to lock her into a full nelson. But Sarah is fighting it. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as the two battle for position in the corner. Jeff gets most of the Full nelson locked in and attempts to pull Sarah over for a bridged full nelson suplex. However, the hold wasn't fully locked in and Sarah wiggels one arm free, BLASTING Jeff with an elbow to the side of the head and another to finally back him off.
Shannan Lerch: Come on Sarah!!
Eric Price: End him! END HIM!
Zach Davis: Sarah battles out. Jeff isn't finished!
Jeff shakes off the cobwebs from the shots and charges in at Sarah once again, this time for a shoulder tackle. Sarah sidesteps the rush and Jeff SLAMS into the ringpost shoulder first. As he stumbles back out of the corner, Sarah grabs hold of him and shoots his head between her thighs, turning slightly to position him toward the center of the ring. The crowd is BOOING beyonf belief as she hauls him up ... and for the second time tonight she DROPS him with the TWILIGHT ZONE! Jeff crashes into the canvas and an exhausted Sarah falls on him for the cover. Moser checks and both of Jeff's shoulders are flat against the mat. He begins his count
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
"Stand Up. I've had enough."
"Walk away before I finish what you started."
"Face to face, I will put you in your place."
"End this game before I finsh what you started."
"Face to face, everything will change."
As the song comes to a close, the images of Jeff being hit with a car, and his previous encounters with Sarah flash over and over again. Commentary from former events provides audio as well as Jeff's own words overlayed within them.
Zach Davis: She sold out on everyone who supported her. She sold out on Jeff Purse.
Jeff Purse: Ever since Corey announced Thirteen, I have only been focused on Sarah Twilight.
Zach Davis: She ran the man down with a car. She has attempted to take everything away from him, she picked this fight and now she has to deal with it.
Jeff Purse: I have only been focused on Sarah Twilight.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight was a master manipulator in that she played not only the fans, not only the wrestlers backstage but also everyone all over the world. We all fell into her little trap and believed her ruse, her lies, her glad handing, her pandering and now the truth has come out and this is clearly not the Sarah Twilight we all came to know. This is a woman who clearly is sick, sadistic, genuinely evil.
Jeff Purse: Sarah Twilight ...
The final image of Jeff staring into the camera burns into the screen as the video package presentation comes to a close. The crowd is cheering wildly as they anticipate this long awaited rematch. Those cheers quickly turn to boos however as the lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory among ENRAGED fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.
The crowd immediately ERUPTS as "Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one had in the air as the audience cheers.
"You can sound the alarm you can call out your guards you can fence in your yard you can pull all the cards but I won't back down oh no I wont back down oh no"
At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels girl I'm too for real lose your tooth and nails try to fight it, try to deny it stupid you will feel what I do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath left on my death bed screaming F that yeah super ill"
Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill listen garden tool don't make me introduce you to my power tool you know the *beeping* drill"
He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time.
The referee calls for the bell as Jeff and Sarah circle each other. Leff leads in for a tie up, however Sarah instead plants a kick to his gut. As Jeff doubles over, Sarah grabs hold of him and lifts him early for The Twilight Zone! Instead, Jeff wiggles himself free, dropping down behind Sarah. As she turns around, he moves to fire off with The Spoke! Though Sarah backs off enough to avoid contact. The two of them already trying to end it at the start.
Again the two of them circle each other with eyes deadlocked on one another. This time, they do engage in a standrad collar and elbow tie up which sees the obviously larger Jeff send Sarah into the ropes with an Irish whip. On the return, Sarah with a leapfrog over Jeff and she continues into the ropes. Jeff ducks down for a back body drop and Sarah rolls over him sunset flip style and DRIVES him into the canvas with a sunset flip powerbomb! She remains with it for the pinfall. Referee in position seeing that Jeff's shoulders are down against the canvas.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
Jeff kicks out before three. Sarah rolls back to her feet, but so does Jeff, and in this instance, Jeff is the quicker of the two. Anger and frustration driving him.
Jeff wastes absolutely no time in getting out some of his anger as he rushes Sarah with a double leg tackle and mounts over the top of the Mistress of Mischief, throwing punch after punch in a furious rage. The crowd immediately begins to go wild, getting behind him. After several punches, he finally backs off at the behest of the ref. Jeff stands tall and lets out a yell to the crowd. A look of pure intensity on his face.
Sarah wipes her face after the barrage of punches and starts back up. She smirks heavily and nods a bit, knowing she's gotten Jeff worked up. Jeff heads right back after Sarah but gets caught with a boot to the midsection. Sarah follows it up with a running kneelift to the face. Jeff is down and Sarah stays on him, dropping a knee into Jeff's face. She reaches down, hauling Jeff back to his feet. However, Jeff pushes Sarah's arms off and catches her unexpectedly with a gutbuster.
Jeff is far from finished as he immediately pulls Sarah to her feet, sending some clubbing forearm smashes to her head. He starts backing Sarah towards the corner and unleashes a powerful European uppercut, followed by more forearm smashes. Sarah covers up as the onslaught continues from Jeff. The ref steps in to break it up as Sarah is forced into the corner. Jeff makes a clean break, but as the referee's attention was on getting Jeff out of the cornber, Sarah seizes the opportunity to send a well placed kick to the groin. Jeff doubles over and falls to the mat, clutching his groin. The referee turns his attention to Sarah, who insists it was a gut kick.
With Jeff down, Sarah takes every advantage she can get, stomping away at her bitter rival. She takes her boot and rubs it harshly across Jeff's face which garners a round of boos from the crowd. Sarah follows it up with a very hard stomp to the face. Jeff is still down and Sarah taunts the crowd, pointing out that she has their "hero" where she wants him.
Jeff pulls himself to his feet, still clutching his groin a bit and Sarah turns her attention back towards him. She rushes at him and Jeff with a belly to belly throw that puts Sarah on her back. Sarah gets back to her feet and is sent down with a thunderous clothesline. Jeff is burning up with rage right now and holds a readied stance, waiting for Sarah to get back to her feet. As she does, she is carried over with a spinning powerslam and Jeff is on fire!
Sarah winces a bit on the mat as she grabs at her lower back. She is given no time for reprieve as Jeff grabs hold of her into a side mount, sending numerous knee shots into the ribs. Sarah groans with each shot. Finally, Jeff abandons this assault and yanks Sarah again to her feet. However, this time it is Sarah who gets the elemnet of surprise as she sends Jeff down with a spinning snap neckbreaker out of nowhere! Jeff's face meets canvas and now both competitors are down on the mat. Sarah has bought herself some time to regroup.
Jeff starts to make it back to his feet, as does Sarah. Both of them up and Jeff with a hard first to Sarah. It's returned and the two are now engaged in a slug fest in the center of the ring. Neither of them is backing down. Punch after punch is thrown with complete fury. Finally, Jeff gets an opening, sending a few punches at Sarah without response. He grabs Sarah for an irish whip, but it's reversed and Jeff is instead sent into the ropes. He flies at Sarah on the return with a flying clothesline. But Sarah moves out of the way and Jeff connects with the referee! The referee is knocked back into the turnbuckle where he hits his head and is now down and out! Jeff turns around to resume beating on Sarah but he walks right into a spinebuster! The match again turns in the favor of Sarah Twilight.
She heads to the outside of the ring, looking for something. After discarding a few objects from under the ring, she settles on a kendo stick, which she brings with her back into the ring. Jeff is starting to stir, but before he had the time to collect himself, he is cracked HARD across the back with the kendo stick. Sarah hits him again and again.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Jeff screams out in pain as the stinging of the stick meeting his flesh is felt repeatedly. Sarah is grinning ear to ear at her actions. She takes a moment to measure Jeff and she sends another swing at Jeff, but it gets caught! Jeff catches the stick between his arm and side, and he YANKS it away from Sarah. Jeff looks PISSED! Sarah turns to get the hell out of dodge but Jeff doesn't let her get far as he now sends his OWN stinging blows to Sarah with the kendo stick. The crowd is coming UNGLUED with cheers now!
Sarah manages to high tail it out of the ring after Jeff catches her with one final blow on her way out. Sarah tries to collect herself, but Jeff is in hot pursuit. Sarah makes her way around the ring, with Jeff chasing her. Suddenly, Sarah stops and LEVELS Jeff with a clothesline!!! Sarah is now the one who looks completely pissed, with bad intentions is her eyes. She continues to look around the ring for something else to punish Jeff with. But she notices the ref starting to stir. To avoid a potential disqualification for what she has in mind, she heads back into the ring and STOMPS an already dazed and confused referee. Keeping him down and out. Sarah goes back to her search and it seems she finds something to her liking.
Sarah YANKS a camera away from of one of the cameramen and holds it in both hands. Waiting for Jeff to get back to his feet. The crowd is LIVID with boos of disapproval. Jeff slowly gets back to his feet, and before he has any time to react, he is met by a crazed Sarah, running full speed at him and....
CRRRRRRAAAAACCCCKKKKKKKK!!!
She BLASTS the camera into Jeff's face. Pieces of glass, plastic and metal fly everywhere and Jeff drops back down to the floor like a brick! Another camera zooms in to survey the damage. Jeff's head is busted wide open! Blood, mingled with small pieces of debris from the camera litter his forehead. The crowd continues to boo heavily, although many of them begin to chant.
Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!
Jeff is down and out of it! Sarah is revelling in the fact as she throws the camera down. She casually walks over to the downed Jeff, and struggles to hoist his dead weight back towards the ring. She manages to drag him near the apron, but can't quite get him back inside the ring. Sarah gets frustrated and decides to find something else to inflict damage, since she can't roll Jeff into the ring. She settles on a steel chair and heads right back after Jeff. She this time manages to lean Jeff up against the ring and measures him for a brutal chair shot. But Jeff seems to have gotten a second wind and he charges Sarah and DRILLS her into the barricade! Jeff has absolutely LOST IT! He begins stomping at Sarah's face, pressing it against the mesh of the steel fencing that is the barricade.
Jeff picks up the steel chair that Sarah was going to use, and begins to strike her down. Shot after shot he continues to nail across Sarah's arms, torso, legs and face, bending and denting the chair. One of the shots opens Sarah up and she too now wears a crimson mask.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
When the chair is in no more of a condition to use anymore. Jeff THROWS it right at Sarah for a final hoorah! This is much to the delight of the crowd who begin chanting for Jeff. He is far from finished with the woman who had nearly taken his career and struck him with a car. Jeff pulls himself up onto the apron and slowly makes his way up onto the turnbuckle, climbing to the top. The crowd's roars become ever so much LOUDER as he looks down at the fallen redhead vixen.
With one final look down at Sarah, Jeff wipes the blood from his brow and takes off from the top. He NAILS Sarah with a senton splash from the top to the outside. As he CRASHES into Sarah, they are BOTH sent barreling THROUGH the barricade mesh that gives way! NEITHER of them is moving at this point!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
They force force their way off of the backboards and once again try to get at each other. Sarah quickly with a sidestep and BLASTS Jeff's head into the ring post.
Sarah follows into the ring behind Jeff and goes for the cover but....no referee. That stomp earlier had really knocked the hell out of the referee. Sarah is quite flustered by the absense of the ref when he was needed. And she goes to wake him up. After a few shakes, and a slap across the face, The referee is awake, but not fully coherent. Sarah again for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
The referee does indeed make a three count, but he does manage to spot Jeff's leg draped across the bottom rope and officially calls it a two count. Sarah is livid as she starts to yell at, and berate him for the call.
Sarah back on the assault as she sends a soccer ball kick to Jeff's back. She's toying with him now. Just waiting for him to crawl back to his feet. It takes a few moments for Jeff to shake off the cobwebs, but he manages to get back to his feet, and into the waiting arms of Sarah. She lifts Jeff up for THE TWILIGHT ZONE!!! Jeff slides off of it and for the second time Sarah turns around and she is BLASTED with the SPOKE!!! Jeff immediately falls on her for the cover. Referee in position.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bell rings.
The crowd goes WILD with cheers as Jeff Purse finally gets his revenge on Sarah Twilight. Purse stands up, taking in the ovation from the capacity crowd at XIII. We fade to another video package.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 16, 2019 13:32:42 GMT -5
FPV vs Joe
The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Ghosts 'n Stuff" hits the P.A and FPV, signature duster and "Franky The Boudle Slayer" T-Shirt, comes out the curtains. He plays to excited crowd like a circus ringmaster, fist bumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fist bump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage. FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fist bumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotus position in the corner, waiting for the match to start. The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously "Radioactive" by the Imagine Dragons starts to play as blue and white neon lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the music. Fog fills up the entrance ramp as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who once cheered him... Booing him as loud as they can. You can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor." Joe walks slow and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match. [DING! DING! DING!] Both Joe and FPV forego the usual circle and tie-up routine and go right at each other with right hands. Joe breaks the chain of punches as he goes for a clothesline but FPV ducks it and heads for the ropes. Back FPV comes with a shoulder tackle to the chest that sends Joe stumbling backward but he remains on his feet. FPV pops back up to his feet and ends up eating a clothesline from Joe anyway. FPV hits the mat and rolls over onto his stomach as he tries to push himself back up. Joe cuts him off with a kick to the the ribs that flips FPV over onto his back. Joe now with a stomp to the chest and he keeps his boot there, digging down into the center of the chest as FPV grabs the foot and tries to get him off. Joe kicks his hands away and stomps down again as FPV is left holding his chest in pain. The crowd boos Joe as he pulls FPV up to his feet and shoots him into the corner. Joe charges him and levels him with a shoulder to the chest. Joe now with shoulder thrust after shoulder thrust as there is no referee to stop him. FPV finally ends up falling to the mat and is able to roll out of the ring as the crowd starts up an "FPV" chant. Joe mocks them and climbs out of the ring, grabbing hold of FPV's head. Joe trying to slam FPV face first into the apron, but FPV blocks it and elbows Joe in the gut. FPV now slamming Joe face first into the apron. Joe stumbles back and FPV shoves him into the guardrail. The railing holds up against the frame of Joe tumbling into it as FPV climbs up onto the apron. He waves for the crowd to back up and then launches himself off the apron with a crossbody. Joe saw it coming from a mile away and pushes himself off the railing in time to catch FPV in mid-air. Joe holds on to FPV long enough to lift him up, spin around and deposit him into the first row of the crowd. Fans are sent scrambling from their folding chairs as FPV rolls on the ground holding his side. Joe climbs over the railing and kicks some of the chairs out of the way to give himself a little room to work. FPV starts to push himself up to his feet when Joe catches him with a knee to side of the head. FPV grabs hold of the railing to keep himself up and Joe grabs him by the head before smashing his face into the metal. Joe now grabbing hold of one of the many folding chairs at his disposal before closing it up and slamming it into the back of FPV. Joe now with a second shot across the back as FPV is left desperately trying to remain upright. The crowd is livid, they're showering Joe with boo's while trying to will FPV on. Joe now setting up the chair in his hands and he pulls FPV off of the railing. Joe pulls FPV in close and sets him up for a suplex into the set up chair but FPV blocks it with his foot. FPV now with a right hand to the side of Joe. Joe shakes it off and tries for a suplex again, but again FPV blocks it. FPV now with punch after punch, trying to get free of Joe. Finally Joe is forced to let go and FPV catches him with jab to the chin. FPV with kicks to the shins before catching him with a jumping front kick to the chest. Joe stumbles back into the set up chair and falls back over it. FPV now grabbing the same chair and he begins swinging it at Joe, trying to bash his head in like he was playing a game of whack-a-mole. Joe rolls every which way to avoid getting hit so FPV throws the chair at him. The chair lands on Joe's chest and FPV jumps up before hitting a leg drop across it. Joe is left squirming on the ground holding his chest as another "FPV" chant breaks out amongst the crowd. FPV now grabbing a second chair which he quickly sets up. FPV steps up onto the chair and then jumps off, landing on top of the chair with the Goomba Stomp. Crowd: GOOMBA! GOOMBA! GOOMBA! FPV kicks the chair off the top of Joe and pulls him to his feet before leading him over to the guardrail. FPV tries to throw him over but Joe grabs hold of the railing and blocks it. Joe now fighting off FPV with right hands. From out of nowhere Joe grabs FPV by the head and throws him into a row of chairs. FPV surfs across a few of them before they fall over and he lands on top. Joe now grabbing chairs one by one and throwing them at FPV, almost as if he's trying to bury him. FPV trying to get out from the tangled mess of chairs on him when Joe grabs him by the leg and drags him out. Joe now stomping down on the ankle of FPV repeatedly before he drops a leg on the inside of FPV's leg. Joe back up to his feet and he grabs the leg of FPV before dragging him across the floor toward the side of the crowd near the tank of water. FPV tries to fight back, kicking at Joe with his free foot. He finally gets his foot free but before he can get back up to his feet Joe grabs hold of him. Joe lifts him up for a scoop slam but FPV fights back and lands behind Joe. FPV now grabbing Joe from behind and he lifts him up before bringing him back down with an atomic drop. Joe stays up on his feet and FPV catches him with a running clothesline. Crowd: FUS! ROH! DAH! Down goes Joe as FPV looks around and spots a ladies handbag. He grabs hold of it and wraps the strap around the neck of Joe, trying his damndest to strangle the life out of him. Joe claws at FPV's arms trying to get out, so FPV gets up to his feet and stomps down on the chest of Joe. FPV now with stomps to the back and chest as Joe tries to roll away from him. FPV catches up with him and pulls him up to his feet. FPV now with a snapmare before he delivers a vicious soccer style kick to the back. Looking toward the tank of water, FPV pulls Joe up to his feet and begins leading him in that direction. Fans are forced to scramble out of their way as FPV leads him through the crowd area, knocking chairs over along the way. Joe finally begins to fight back, shoving FPV's arm off of him. Joe with a big right hand before he knees FPV in the gut. FPV gets doubled over as Joe grabs a pair of knocked over chairs and throws them at FPV. FPV drops to the ground holding his head as Joe pushes the chairs together with the legs facing up. Joe pulls FPV up to his feet and sets him up for a powerbomb on top of the chairs, but when he gets FPV up, FPV begins to fight back with right hands to the top of the head. Joe now trying to keep FPV up while keeping his balance when FPV counters the powerbomb attempt with a hurricanrana into the chairs. Joe ends up with his shoulder and arm tangled up in one of the chairs as FPV gets back up to his feet. FPV now pulling Joe back up to his feet before he closes the chair on Joe's arm, trying to squeeze it like it were a tube of toothpaste. Joe is trying to fight out of it when FPV catches him with an elbow to the face. FPV now leading Joe over to the tank of water where the referee has been waiting the entire time. FPV throws Joe up against the side of the tank and tries to shove his head under the water. The referee watches closely but FPV can't get Joe's head under. Joe has a tight grip on the edge of the tank but FPV begins delivering kicks to his shins. FPV now trying to push Joe back under and he gets his head in the water. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Joe manages to get his head back up out of the water and the referee is forced to quit the count. FPV tries to force his head back down but Joe is able to shove him off. Joe now grabbing FPV's head and he shoves his head into the water. ONE! TWO! THREE! FPV is able to pull his head up out of the water and fight out of Joe's grasps. FPV throwing jabs at Joe, catching him in the face with each one. Joe covers up his face as FPV steps back and fires off a superkick. Crowd: BOOM! HE- Through his fingers Joe saw FPV going for the kick and ducks it. Joe now behind FPV and he spins him around before dropping him onto the floor with the Divination. Joe now back up to his feet and he reaches down into his boot before pulling out a pair of handcuffs. He holds them up for the crowd to see and receives a massive amount of heat. Grinning from ear to ear, Joe kneels down beside FPV and cuffs his hands behind his back. Grabbing hold of the chain between the cuffs, Joe roughly yanks FPV up to his feet and pushes him back first up against the tank. Joe with a vicious slap across the face and then he grabs the legs of FPV before pulling them out from under him, forcing the upper half of FPV over the edge and putting his head under water. ONE! TWO! THREE! The rush of water awakens FPV and he begins thrashing, trying to get free but Joe holds him tight. FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! Suddenly out from the back comes Da Funk, running at full speed with a pair of bolt cutters in hand. He smashes them into the back of Joe, sending his stumbling away. EIGHT! Da Funk grabs the ankles of FPV and pulls him out of the tank, breaking the referee's count. Da Funk turns to go after Joe, dropping him with a clothesline. FPV yells for Da Funk to free him and he obliges, snapping the chain with the bolt cutters. Da Funk tries to help FPV up but Joe grabs him from behind and throws him into the crowd. Joe turns back around and FPV catches him with a superkick to the jaw. Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT! Joe hits the ground as the crowd pops big time. FPV struggles to pull Joe's dead weight up off the ground and push him up against the tank. FPV now dunking the head of Joe into the water. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! The crowd is on their feet, a huge "FPV" chant breaking out. Joe is thrashing about, trying to get himself free. SEVEN! EIGHT! NI- Joe is able to get his head up at the last possible second as the crowd boos. FPV trying to push him back down but Joe is fighting back with all he has. Joe with an elbow to the face before he grabs the head of FPV and slams him first face into the edge of the tank. Joe now pulling him back from the tank before pulling him in and hitting a release belly to belly suplex into side of the tank. The crowd is trying their best to will FPV back up as Joe grabs hold of the bolt cutters that Da Funk brought out. FPV is slowly pushing himself up as Joe readies the cutters like a baseball bat and then swings, connecting with the side of FPV's head. Down he goes as Joe tosses the cutters to the side. Joe now pulling FPV up to his feet and he lifts him up before dumping him chest first onto the edge of the tank. FPV's head ends up under the water as Joe grabs his legs and pushes down. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Not a bit of movement from FPV as the crowd's cries for him to fight back grow louder. SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! Still nothing from FPV as Joe shoves his legs over the edge of the tank and raises his arms in triumph. NINE! TEN! "Radioactive" hits the speakers as the referee comes over and grabs hold of Joe's arm. Joe walks over to the stage area and continues to celebrate to a chorus of boos from the crowd as the referee calls for help to pull FPV out of the tank. Another video package, and another reset.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 16, 2019 13:33:19 GMT -5
Ana Valentine vs Eric Price
Primadonna Girl by Marina and the Diamonds begins to play as Ana Valentine comes out to the entrance stage and looks around. With no emotions across her face, she just walks down the entrance ramp with a cold stare in her eyes. Walking with a purpose, Ana Valentine quickly gets to the ring, sliding under the bottom ring rop and quickly standing up. Ana grabs the top ring rope and screams out... Ana Valentine: ERIC PRICE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!! Gold lights starts flashing as You Know My Name by Chris Cornell starts to play. As soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight shines on him. Price makes his way to the ring with a slow and determined walk with a smirk on his face. He walks down the entrance ramp and simply looks down on the audience. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience with disdain and a grin on his face. WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!! Ana Valentine nails the back of the head of Eric Price, with a double fist. Price stumbles forward, as he tries to turn around to confront Ana Valentine, but the Las Vegas resident doesn't give him the opportunity... WHOOSH-WHAM!! DROPKICK!! WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!! ANOTHER DROPKICK!! With a confused look across his face, Eric Price scrambles to get up, but Ana Valentine is there to grab him... THWACK!! EYEPOKE!! Price takes the opportunity to grab Ana Valentine.... WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!! Short-arm clothesline. The EPPW Owner grabs his opponent... WHAM!! EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!! Ana Valentine stumbles back. WHAM!! ANOTHER EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!! Ana Valentine stumbles back again. Price grabs her.... SNAPSMARE.... Eric Price bounces off the ropes... WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!! MAFIA KICK!! Eric Price goes for the pin, as Stanley Moser slides into position... ONE!! TW-.... KICKOUT!!! Price yells at the referee, as he grabs for Ana Valentine. WHAM!! Valentine slams a fist into the mid-section of Eric Price. As Price is about to buckle over... WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAM!!! CUTTER!! Eric Price falls uncomfortably awkward, face first, onto the mat. Ana Valentine goes for the cover... ONE! TWO!! THREE..... Ana Valentine: OH-H-H-H-H HE-E-ELL NO!! Valentine picks up the head of Eric Price, by the back of his hair. Ana Valentine: I'M NOT DONE WITH THIS PIECE OF SHIT!! Ms. Valentine drags Price to the ropes, where she grabs for the top rope and proceeds to violently stomp, several times, on the seemingly passed out carcass of Eric Price. WHOO-OOSH-THUD!! Valentine pushes the lifeless body of Eric Price under the bottom rope, with her feet, while hanging on the top rope. Price drops hard onto the ringside mats. Valentine drops to the mat and slides under the bottom rope. As soon as Ana Valentine gets to the outside of the ring.... Eric Price quickly stood up and rushed towards Ana Valentine and slams his opponent's back against the steel-like edge of the ring apron. Valentine drops to one knee, while grabbing for her back. With any hesitation... WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!! MAFIA KICK!! Ana Valentine, with her eyes crossed then rolled back, she just slumps, face first, down onto the ringside mats. Eric Price picks up the dead weight, of Ana Valentine.... WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAM!! LEGSWEEP DDT!! Ana Valentine's head hits hard against the ringside mat. With her face down, Price drops to his knees... Eric Price: YOU SPIT IN MY FACE?!?! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!! YOU'RE PATHETIC!! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC VICTIM!! Price stands up and thrusts down a kick after kick on top of Ana Valentine!! Price proceeds to pick up Valentine.... THWAPP!! SLAP TO THE FACE!! Eric Price stumbles back.... FWAPP!! A left cross to the right side of Eric Price's face, knocks Price back... It appears that Ana Valentine picked up something. After touching the side of his own face, Eric Price charges at Ana Valentine.... WHOOSH-CLANG!!! Valentine slams a steel chair, that was nearby, across the skull of her opponent. CLANG!! Ana Valentine drops the chair.... WHOO-OOSH-WHAM-CLANG!! Valentine drops Price on his head with a DDT on the chair. Ana Valentine bolts away and appears to the climb, on the outside of the ringpost, to get to the top turnbuckle. She looks down and sees Eric Price struggling to stand up. With a small trickle of blood slowly appearing down the face of Eric Price, Ana Valentine perches herself on the top turnbuckle.... WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!! FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!! Both Valentine and Price crash down to the ringside mat and eventually crash into the corner of the metal ringside security barriers. Both competitors slowly roll around in pain, as both seem to slowly recuperate and begin to move. With Valentine the first one to stand she grabs the back of the hair of her opponent and... CLANG!!-CLANG!!-CLANG!! Ana Valentine slams the head of Eric Price down against the metal ringside barriers. Eric Price: UGGGGGGGGGHHH!!! WHAPP!! Eric Price strikes Valentine with a backhand slap, which make his opponent to stumble back and turn away from Price.... WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAM!! BULLDOG!! Price ceremoniously shoved the face/head into the ringside mat. After striking her with several boots, Price picks her up and drags her, by the hair, to the ring, where she is picked up and placed on the ring apron. Eric Price slides into the ring, while Valentine is still standing on the ring apron. Price grabs Valentine with a reverse chin lock, with the ropes in between them. Price slightly pulls back, but not too much, as the weight of Ana Valentine works against her as she slowly begins to hang against the rope, as Price continues to hang on with the reverse chin lock, basically choking Ana Valentine out. Ms. Valentine struggles, thrashing her arms around. Price let's go. As he did that Ana Valentine's body collapses and falls violently on the ring apron, then eventually collapsing ringside. Eric Price slides out of the ring, as Valentine tries to fight to stand up.... WHAM!! CHOP BLOCK!! Ana Valentine grabs for the back of her legs... Ana Valentine: OH SHIT!! As Valentine collapses face first, Price kicks her right on the back, of her head. Valentine violently is flung forward, with her head colliding with the steel ring side barrier. As Ana Valentine stumbles up, Eric Price comes up in a flash.... WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAMMMMMMM!! BOOM!! HEADSHOT!!! Ana Valentine's head splits open from the violent chair shot. In one quick motion, Eric Price rushes to a nearby ringpost and climbs it up, from the outside and without any hesitation flies off the top turnbuckle. Ana Valentine looks up sheepishly, with blood dripping down her face.... WHAM!! BIONIC ELBOW ON THE TOP OF ANA VALENTINE'S HEAD!! Like a sack of potatoes, Ana Valentine collapses. price grabs her and proceeds to Irish Whip towards a nearby ring post.... REVERSAL!!! WHAM-CLANG!! Eric Price crashes into the ring post. The open wound that was on the forehead is now a gaping blood gushing gash. Valentine is waiting for Price to turn around.... Ana Valentine: GOT YOU NOW, BITCH!!! Ana Valentine proceeds to choke Eric Price with a nearby camera cable. With both of them bleeding profusely, Valentine gets Price in a seated position, with the cable wrapped around his throat. Eric Price, thrashes his arms around, trying to grab for something, anything, but coming up empty. Ana Valentine: THAT'S RIGHT, BITCH!! PA-A-SS-S-S-S OU-OU-OU-OUTT-T-T-T!!! Eric Price: <COUGH!> N...NO-O-O!! <COUGH!!> NE-...<GAG!!> NE-E-EVER-ER-ER-R-R-R-R!! Price fights on, slamming the back of his head against the face of Ana Valentine. Not once, but three times!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! Valentine shakes her head in pain, as fresh blood trickles out of her nose. Ana Valentine let's go of the camera cable. Eric Price stumbles up, but has enough sense to slam a boot in the mid-section of Ana Valentine. Price grabs Valentine with a gutwrench grip... WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAM!! SIT DOWN GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!! Without wasting any energy, Price grabs for the nearby camera cable.... WHIP!! WHIP!! WHIP!! WHIP!! Eric Price proceeds to whip Ana Valentine with the camera cable. Price grabs Valentine and drags her into the ring. Blood is dripping everywhere. The surrounding area looks like murder scene. Eric Price has Ana Valentine in the ring...Price grabs for Valentine.... FWAPP!!! Ana Valentine slaps then grabs Eric Price and Irish whips him into the ropes, Price leaps into the air and bonces off against the ropes, causing him to springboard off the ropes.... WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!! SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE!! With blood spraying and dripping everywhere, Eric Price grabs Ana Valentine and lays her across his shoulders, with her looking up at the lights.... WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!! Inverted Death Valley Driver.... CA$H FLOW!!! Blood splatters against the mat with the impact. Price grabs for Valentine for the pin.... Stanley Moser makes the count. ONE! TWO!! THREE-EE-EE-EE!!! [DING!! DING!! DING!!]
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 16, 2019 13:34:06 GMT -5
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The camera pans to the titantron hanging over the stage of The Myth nightclub. An oak door comes into view. A thump is heard, and the door shakes on its hinges. Several more thumps occur, until the blade of an ax busts through the door. Smoke begins to form on the stage, as a dark figure steps out. Suddenly a woman voice yells out from the speaker. "No, go away! Leave me alone!" Smoke billows down the aisle as the man walks down it to the ring, his identity shrouded in the smog. Meanwhile, on the titantron, the ax makes a large hole in the wood, and a hand reaches in for the door knob, the fingernails painted black. Again the frightened voice rings out as the mystery man slides into the ring. "Don't you come in here! I don't want you here.!" The mystery man watches the titantron now, as the door opens, and the same man standing in the ring, steps into the house. A lightning bolt cracks behind him, equal in volume to the string of fireworks that fire up on the ramp. The man on the titantron rubs his thumb on the door, leaving a bloody smear on the polished oak. He lifts the ax with both hands, as the voice pleads. "No, No, No, NO!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" The scream is cut off as the man swings the ax. Blood appears to splatter across the tron, and then the name "Nathan von Liebert" is written with a finger painted black. Nathan, who is in the ring wearing his World Title belt on his waist, falls on his knees, never taking his eyes off the 'tron until it goes black. He then scans the members of the crowd that he could without contorting his torso, as he’s announced. A long pause follows and the crowd begins to murmur in excitement about the coming unveiling of Nathan’s mystery opponent. The pause continues…and continues…and continues. Nathan von Liebert rises back to his feet inside the ring, and just as he does, the lights go out. Cheers from the crowd follow. With a resounding blast that can be heard from the streets outside of The Myth, “300 Violin Orchestra” blares over the sound system. The keen wrestling fans know immediately who is about to come out and begin to cheer, but the lights remain off. As the music pauses one last time before picking up…the lights turn on. Jonny Fly is seen in the ring staring directly at EPPW World Champion, Nathan von Liebert. The crowd explodes. The music explodes. Women’s panties explode. Nathan von Liebert. Versus. Jonny Fly. … Right now! The stare down in the ring continues for nearly an entire minute as Fly’s music drowns out. Fly is the first to break eye contact and retreats to his corner. Nathan follows suit and a moment later the bell rings signaling the beginning of the match. Ding, Ding, Ding! Fly and Nathan slowly emerge from their corners and approach each other in the middle of the ring. There’s not going to be any shaking of hands between these two rivals, and Nathan lands the first blow by clubbing Fly over the head just as Fly was attempting to lock-up. Fly stumbles backward from the blow and Nathan takes advantage by whipping him into the ropes. As Fly bounces back Nathan destroys him with a huge clothesline. NvL pops back up to his feet quickly and looks down at Fly, sneering. With a burst of adrenaline, caused from seeing Nathan’s expression, Fly swings his legs and trips up NvL. Both men quickly race back to their feet, but Fly is a step quicker. He sends a jab to the side of Nathan’s head, stunning him, and then sends him down to the mat with a quick neckbreaker. Fly scurries back to his feet and lays several boots into NvL’s midsection. After three shots, Nathan has had enough and grabs Fly’s boot, twists, and knocks him off of his feet. Nathan quickly executes and ankle lock in the dead center of the ring, leaving Fly without the option to crawl toward the ropes. AAAAAAAHHHHHH! Fly screams out in pain and flails around trying to get away. Nathan doesn’t relent, and finally after nearly a minute Fly is able to roll over and send a kick with his free leg to the side of Nathan’s skull, breaking the hold. Nathan rises back to his feet, but Fly quickly slides out of the ring to try and walk off the damage to his ankle. Satisfied, he slides back into the ring. Nathan backs away as Fly rises to his feet, beckoning Nathan forward. Fly runs at Nathan and tackles him to the ground before peeling off a series of punches to his face. The crowd roars as Fly gets back to his feet. He stalks as Nathan manages to get back up, with Fly measuring him up… Crowd: BOOM! Fly takes NvL down with a missile drop kick! He then begins climbing to the top. Fly motions for the ‘The Fly Swatter.’ He leaps… OHHHHHH! Nathan von Liebert moves out of the way. Fly hits the mat empty-handed. Nathan quickly gets back to his feet looking to take advantage of the situation. He bounces himself off the bottom-rope and springboards backward hitting Fly with a moonsault. He’s not done yet, either. NvL picks Fly up and goes for a powerbomb, but Fly shifts his weight and counters with a HUGE DDT. NvL gets back to his feet and Fly immediately drives his back into the mat with a spinebuster. Both men lay on the mat resting for a few moments before Fly starts getting back up. Fly immediately heads to the ropes and climbs to the top. As he tries to connect with a frog splash, Nathan lifts his knees up. Fly crashes into them and immediately reaches for his midsection in pain. Nathan immediately gets back to his feet. He walks over and rests his foot on Fly’s neck while lifting his other foot off of the ground to balance the entirety of his weight on Fly’s throat. Eventually NvL lets off and brings Fly back to his feet. He signals to the crowd for the Straight Jacket Drop! NvL lifts Fly up in the suplex position but Fly has it well scouted, and wiggles out of the hold and lands behind Nathan. As Nathan turns back to face Fly, Fly quickly spins his body three-hundred and sixty degrees and destroys NvL with the Discus Fly. Satisfied, Fly drops to his knees for the cover. 1… . . 2… . . Nathan von Liebert gets his shoulder up. Crowd: WHOAAA! Fly pounds the mat in frustration and gets back to his feet. He grabs NvL by the hair and violently lifts him up. Fly pushes Nathan into the corner and follows it up with a body spash. Fly goes for round two of the Discus Fly. However, as he begins spinning Nathan drops to a knee and lands a low blow out of the sight of the referee. Fly immediately drops to the mat, and rolls out of the ring. Not wanting to give Fly a chance to recover, the World Champion slides under the bottom rope and joins Fly on the outside. Fly is crouched down holding his crotch and doesn’t see Nathan approaching from behind him. Nathan strikes with a sharp elbow to Fly’s skull, stunning him Nathan wraps Fly’s arm over his head looking to get Fly back in position for a suplex. Nathan gets Fly straight up in the air, but once again Fly shifts his weight. Instead of landing on the ground, Fly is able to use Nathan’s body as a springboard and hops over to the ring apron. Before Nathan can even realize where Fly is, the three-time World Champion has scaled to the top of the turnbuckle and leaps off looking for a suicide dive. Of course, Nathan von Liebert is World Champion for a reason and notices just in time to move out of the way. Fly hits the dance floor of The Myth empty-handed. The crowd responds with a resounding cheer for the high-paced back and forth action on the outside, prompting a sneer from Nathan as he looks down at an unmoving Jonny Fly. Bored, Nathan grabs hold of Fly and brings him back to his feet on the outside. With Fly upright, Nathan grabs his arm and attempts to whip him into the ring apron. However, Fly reverses, and goes to whip Nathan into the apron instead. Nathan stops his momentum immediately, reverses the reverse, and instead of whipping Fly into the apron sends a stiff kick to Fly’s already stinging crotchal region. With his challenger doubled over in pain, NvL scoops him up and sends him right back down to the ground with a powerbomb. Crowd: BOOM! Nathan von Liebert gets back to his feet and grabs hold of Fly’s head and pulls him toward the ring. He lifts him up onto the apron and pushes him under the bottom rope. Nathan joins Fly in the ring and gathers him back to his feet. From there, NvL grabs Fly’s arms and spikes him into the mat with a double underhook piledriver. He goes for the pin. 1… . . 2… . . Jonny Fly kicks out. The crowd begins to cheer and almost in unison they get to their feet. It’s as if they can sense the end coming. Jonny Fly slowly stumbles back to his feet. He and Nathan lock eyes. NvL runs at him, but Fly moves out of the way. Nathan bounces off the ropes, and as he bounces back Fly subdues him in a side headlock. Nathan quickly breaks the hold, but Fly grabs him by the neck and forces him downward kneeing him in the head. Nathan rolls off and onto the mat. Fly quickly bounces off the ropes and sends and elbow into the World Champion’s sternum. From there…he goes to the ropes. One last time, Fly scales to the top of the turnbuckle. He pauses momentarily to look out onto the crowd before leaping. He glides through the air and strikes Nathan von Liebert in the heart with The Fly Swatter! Fly follows with an immediate pin by hooking the leg. 1… . . 2… . . THREE NO! Nathan von Liebert kicks out. Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Fly’s eyes grow wide in shock. In rage, he lifts Nathan back to his feet. He sets him back up for a Discus Fly. Fly spins his body three-hundred degrees to provide force for his uppercut. As he swings, Nathan reaches out and grabs Fly…puts him in a reverse suplex hold and the lets go…. DEMON BOUNCE. The crowd roars as they watch Nathan quickly go for the pin. 1… . . 2… . . 3 Crowd: WHAT!? WHAT!? JONNY FLY KICKS OUT. Both wrestlers lie on the mat breathless after the recent flurry of events. Nathan von Liebert has avoided one attempt at a Fly Swatter and kicked out of another tonight. Fly, the same with the Demon Bounce. Slowly, each wrestler crawls back to their feet. Their eyes meet once again. The crowd is on their feet and chanting “XIII, XIII, XIII.” Fly moves forward, Nathan moves forward, and they lock up once again. The lock up gains no ground, they both break and begin throwing haymakers! Neither man is going down until ... OUT OF NOWHERE ... JONNY FLY WITH AN INSANE ... oh my God ... JONNY FLY JUST HIT THE DOWNFALL RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! 1! 2! 3! He's done it! Jonny Fly returns to the ring and pins the EPPW World Champion in the middle of the ring with his original opponent, Jay Price's finishing move!! The crowd is going fucking nuts right now! Fly to his knees, soaking in the roar of this capacty 500+ person sea of humanity. We go to video package while the cage is set up.
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Post by Action Reel on Oct 16, 2019 13:34:39 GMT -5
Corey Black vs. Oblivion
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed WCF Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through and Oblivion steps out onto the stage to a chorus of boos! The WCF Hardcore Champion just shrugs them off, not giving a shit about this rabid crowd in Minnesota. He's made his way to the ring across the ramp, and he steps into the ring, checking the sides of the cage. Hard camera is pointed at the stage, the cage sides are on the other sides of the ring. There's no weapons yet, so Oblivion calls for one of the Vixens to come out from the back and deliver a barbed wire chair! This garners a pop from the crowd, but just a slight one. The Vixen leaves, as Oblivion stands his ground in the middle of the ring. "Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar intro. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing for the entire thirty seconds of this song, until the next song, "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross begins! Red and white lights circle the arena. Soon after, a spotlight hits the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie, cargo style camo shorts, and black Chuck Taylors. The crowd is exploding at this point, the man who created this even takes it all in! The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He gets to the ropes, where he pauses and looks into the ring, right at Oblivion, and points to the cage roof. Oblivion nods and drops the chair, Corey goes left, Obi goes right, and they begin climbing! The music stops, the men reach the roof, and the crowd is going nuts. Just insane right now. They stand across from each other on this ring-sized piece of cage roof, looking out into the crowd, who is still going nuts. Corey unzips his hoodie, takes it off, and drops it to the floor. The bell rings, and we're off! These two combatants meet in the middle of the roof, nose to nose. Oblivion towers over Corey, nearly a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier. Right hand by Oblivion! Kick to the right leg by Black! Punch! Kick! Punch! Punch! Oblivion takes advantage with his power game and HE THROWS COREY BLACK OFF THE ROOF LIKE HE IS A CHILD! NO WAIT! Corey holds on! He holds his ground and slips under Obi's arms! That was a close one, the crowd gasps, but Corey hits a thrust kick to the stomach, doubling Oblivion over. The Monster doesn't reel for long, as he wraps both hands around The Avenger's neck and hoists him into the air! The ref in the ring yells up to Oblivion who ignores the commands, instead he drops Corey for a split second before grabbing him again and hitting a throwing belly to belly suplex! Corey lands dangerously close to the edge of the cage, but he doesn't fall off, instead taking the brunt of the impact of the steel on his back. Oblivion stalks Corey as the crowd begins firing up again, only to be shut down as Oblivion performs S.T.O.M.P. on the roof of the cage! Normally the crowd would chant along, but this time they boo for each boot. Oblivion motions for a drop off the cage, he's going to do it and he's going to do it right now. He kicks Corey to the edge and OFF HE GOES! Corey holds on again! This time he's dangling off the side, Oblivion goes to stomp his fingers but Corey drops, lands on the top rope, and bounces back up to grab hold of the cage again, swinging his legs up and grabbing Oblivion by the head - headscissors takes Oblivion over and to the ramp! Oblivion lands with such a thud! The crowd is going fucking nuts right now! 'XIII! XIII! XIII!' they chant! Corey drops into the ring, pretty well beat down from the kicks, but Oblivion just took a twelve to fifteen foot drop into the ramp. Corey goes through the ropes to get to the stage, and begins dragging Oblivion toward the ring. Surprisingly enough, Oblivion fights Corey off and somehow gets to this feet - SHATTER OFF THE RAMP TO THE FLOOR! HOLY FUCK OBLIVION JUST HIT A BRAINBUSTER OFF THE RAMP AND DOWN TO THE COLD CONCRETE FLOOR BESIDE THE RING! Crowd explodes in a 'Holy shit!' chant, and for good reason. It may not have been as big of a fall, but Oblivion spiked Corey from a good seven foot drop, ramp and all. Oblivion musters the strength to again pick Corey up, but this time place him inside the ring and roll in with him. Instead of going for the pin, Oblivion takes the barbed wire wrapped steel chair and slams it across Corey's back, cutting him to shreds! Corey yells in pain, as it's been a while since he's gone ultraviolent. Another shot, and Oblivion takes the chair to the cage wall. He begins undoing the barbed wire enough to string the chair to the wall! Corey is stirring, using the ropes to stand up, but Oblivion grabs him by the head and launches him head first into the barbed wire steel chair on the wall! Corey bounces off and checks - sure enough, bleeding from the head now. Oblivion isn't done, he takes Corey the lengeth of the ring and throws him head over heels into the cage wall! Corey bounces off and lands in the ring on his stomach, as the crowd boos the offense of Oblivion. Oblivion starts jawing with members of the crowd, before going to throw Corey into the chair again. This time, though, Corey reverses, pulls Oblivion in and hits an Earth-shattering short-arm leaping single leg dropkick, sending Oblivion to the mat in a heap! Corey off the ropes, springboard off the second, twisting senton - across the ring now and middle rope Lionsault now! The Hayabusa combo! Oblivion's midsection took a beating in that series. Corey rolls to the floor and grabs something from under the ring - he pulls out a bag. The crowd begins marking out, they know what is inside. Corey comes back in but is met with a overhead blow to his spine. Oblivion causes Corey to drop the bag and back into the corner with a few vicious clubbing blows. Surprisingly, Oblivion places Corey Black on the top turnbuckle.. then begins climbing up after him. Both men now standing on the top rope, supported by the cage wall to the one side. Another attempt at an overhead throw is blocked by Corey, he delivers an elbow! The another! Oblivion drops to the mat, and it met with a flying knee strike off the top rope! With Oblivion down, Corey empties the bag. It's ... Legos? The crowd is going bonkers, Legos make their debut at XIII! Corey grabs Oblivion by the mask and tries to muscle the big man up in a powerbomb, but it's blocked. Oblivion easily lifts Corey up in a Spinebuster, but Corey elbows out of it quickly. Back to where they began, Corey bends down and DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ONTO THE LEGOS! Oblivion lands hard in the toys and lets loose a primal pain scream. Crowd is going nuts with dual chants of 'Co-Rey Black!' and 'XIII!' The two competitors do their best to get out of the Legos, but they've been spread due to the impact of the DVD. Black is up first, he walks over to Oblivion who rolls to the ramp under the bottom rope. Corey goes to reach over but Oblivion drops his throat across the top rope, stunning Corey. A hand around the neck brinks Corey over the top rope and back out onto the ramp, where Oblivion tries for Shatter again! Knee to the head blocks it! Oblivion stumbles back and Corey charges - OH NOO-OO-OO! BLACK HOLE ON THE RAMP! Oblivion dropped Corey on his head again! Oblivion, in full control now, throws Corey into the ring and goes for the pin, the first of this brutal match! 1! 2! NO, Corey kicks out! The crowd sighs in relief, Oblivion does not. He pulls Corey to his feet and knocks him right back down with a big boot to the chest. Obi climbs the buckles once again - OBI-SAULT! He landed it near perfectly! 1! 2! 3! He's done it! NO, Corey kicked out at the very last split-second! The whole crowd lets out another sigh, and again, Oblivion doesn't. He's not messing around anymore, Oblivion pulls Corey Black up and 51 FUCKING 50 INTO THE LEGOS! OH MY FUCK OBLIVION JUST DROPPED COREY INTO THE LEGOS! Absolute brutality! The pin, it's done! 1! 2! and 3! NO AGAIN, Corey with the shoulder up, insane! Crowd marks out bad! They're on their feet, Oblivion is pissed off and on his feet, Corey up again! What must Oblivion do to keep this man down? HE'S GOING FOR IT! OBLIVION - NO WHAT THE FUCK! Corey Black blocks what Oblivion was going for and OH MY GOD POWERBOMB! INTO THE BUCKLES! COREY BLACK POWERBOMBS OBLIVION! Corey off the ropes now and JESUS CHRIST, FULL SPEED RUNNING DROPKICK TO OBLIVION IN THE CORNER! Corey is back up, burst of energy, pulling a dazed Oblivion out of the corner - MOTHERFUCKING BURNING HAMMER! RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! THE CROWD GOES FUCKING WILD! THE PIN! 1! 2! 3! COREY BLACK IS THE XIII CHAMPI- JESUS CHRIST OBLIVION HAS KICKED OUT! HE GOT THE SHOULDER UP! OBLIVION KICKED OUT OF THE BURNING HAMMER! The crowd cannot believe it! Corey Black cannot believe it! Our ref cannot believe it! Corey is sitting down, arms in the air while Oblivion, amazingly, turns and begins trying to get up. He fights to his knees, and Oblivion points to the roof. He wants to go up once again. Corey nods, and they slowly make their way up the cage walls to the roof. Every foot they scale, the crowd becomes a little louder and louder. They once again meet in the middle of the roof, nose to nose, and again begin trading punches and kicks! Corey Black gains the early advantage with a shin kick, knocking Oblivion to a knee and SHINING WIZARD! Knee strike right to Oblivion's head! With nowhere to really go, and no way to win on top of the cage, Corey tries to pull Oblivion up to toss him off again. Oblivion shakes the cobwebs out, though, and just ... holy fuck, OBLIVION TOSSES COREY BLACK OFF THE CAGE AND INTO THE CROWD! BUT - JESUS CHRIST THE CROWD CATCHES COREY! HE'S SAFE! HE'S SAFE! The crowd now crowdsurfs Corey Black back to the ringside area, where Oblivion is now climbing down, and they meet in the ring! Oblivion is out of his element! He thought he ended Corey right there! Blow after blow, just like before, they deal out damage! Both me bounce off the ropes, and Oblivion cuts Corey Black in half with a spear! Oblivion grabs Corey bu the throat on the ground with both hands ... HOLY SHIT OBLIVION MUSCLES COREY BLACK OFF THE GROUND INTO A FLIP! DRAGONRANA FROM THE MAT? NO! OBLIVION CATCHES HIM AND HITS A THROWING SITOUT POWERBOMB! WHAT A FUCKING MOVE! OBLIVION HOLDS IN A PIN! 1! 2! NOOOO, Corey kicks out again! Crowd marks out hard, this match is insane! Oblivion really has no idea what to do now. He's kicked out of the Burning Hammer and he's thrown everything at Corey, but he keeps kicking out. Oblivion stands up and stomps around the ring, grabbing Corey off the mat and throwing him into a turnbuckle. He charges and Corey moves! Oblivion splashes nothing! Corey is laying down now, with his arm under the ring apron. Oblivion stumbles out, regaining composure. He pulls Corey up - BLACK MIST! RIGHT INTO OBLIVION'S EYES! HE CAN'T SEE! COREY BLACK HAS THE MACHETE IN HIS HAND! OH MY GOD! Oblivion is wiping his eyes, trying to get the mist out! Corey Black superkicks Oblivion right in the face! Oblivion down, COREY CUTS THROUGH THE MASK WITH THE MACHETE! HE'S DIGGING THE BLADE INTO OBLIVION'S HEAD! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! THE CROWD IS GOING NUTS, CALLING FOR OBLIVION TO GIVE IT UP! He just won't do it! Corey's got Oblivion's head cut to fuck! Oblivion has the mist out of his eyes, and he's fighting off the machete! Corey drops down and pulls Oblivion around onto his stomach! Corey bends the arm and traps it in his legs, then FUCK WHAT THE HELL, COREY BLACK HAS A YES LOCK WITH THE MACHETE ACROSS OBLIVION'S HEAD! THIS IS SICK! AND OBLIVION IS FIGHTING OUT AGAIN! Somehow, some way, Oblivion is standing with Corey Black latched onto his arm and a machete blade to his head! Oblivion shakes Corey off his arm, but Corey turns and swings the machete! Oblivion ducks it, Corey with a return swing AND HE CATCHES OBLIVION ACROSS THE CHEST! The crowd is still going crazy, but they're pretty unsure of what is transpiring! OBLIVION GIVES NO FUCKS! Cut up by a machete? Fuck it, Oblivion is still going forward! Corey hits another superkick, Oblivion slumps down to a sitting position! Corey with a modified abdominal stretch, and he begins raining elbows! FOR VICTORY OR DEATH! Blow after blow, but Oblivion isn't giving it up or losing conciousness! He's still alert, just absorbing elbow after elbow! COREY TAKES THE MACHETE, PUTS IT BLADE DOWN AND BEGINS ELBOWING IT INTO OBLIVION'S SKULL! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! OBLIVION IS STILL TAKING SHOT AFTER SHOT! It takes literally a dozen machete assisted elbow strikes for Oblivion to finally go limp! Corey drops the blade, he cannot believe what it has taken, but he finally covers Oblivion to the absolute roar of the Myth! 1! 2! 3! That's the three count, the crowd explodes even louder as Corey Black has just beat Oblivion in what could very well be the mos violent display WCF, EPPW, or XIII has ever fucking seen! "Push Pull Destroy" by Battlecross comes on over the PA system as Corey's hand is raised high! The XIII Title is presented to the winner, Corey Black, and this is where the PPV closes. Bloody Corey Black holding his XIII Title high in Minneapolis, Minnesota.
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