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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:14:37 GMT -5
Opening Segment
A huge highlight package featuring all the feuds, rivalries, superstars and new superstars from Trinity Wrestling is shown on the ActionTron and television screens and now we cut to inside the arena and the pyro is shooting off and the sold out crowd here in Las Vegas, Nevada is going insane and we cut to Billy and Chris Avery!
Billy: WELCOME.... TO.... TURMOIL!!
Crowd keeps cheering.
Chris Avery: WHAT A NIGHT!! CHAMPIONSHIP MATCHES, RIVALRIES, AND WRESTLER OF THE YEAR!
Billy: Tonight is our final major event of the 2019 for everyone and what a celebration we have tonight! Like you said, Championships are on the line tonight! We have Unification matches, blood feuds, and at the end.. we crown the Wrestler of the Year which is also for the World Championship! Walter goes one on one with our World Champion F..P..V!
Chris Avery: Tonight is a huge night to show your talent, make a statement, and throw it all down on the line... tonight is the night!
Billy: And we're ready to get started, you know we kick off our PPVs with a bang and Adilene Floyd is in the ring and we're ready for a Championship match!
Chris Avery: Adilene Floyd! Take it away, baby girl!
We cut into the ring.
Adilene Floyd: Ladies and Gentlement our first match of the night is a Turmoil Gauntlet match and it is for... THE TELEVISION! CHAMPIONSHIP!
Crowd cheers.
Adilene Floyd: Two stars will start the Turmoil Gauntlet Match, when one officially wins the next superstar will come to the ring, and this will repeat until all 8 stars have entered. The Television Champion and the challengers have all drawn random numbers! If the Champion is pinned and eliminated, then whoever has defeated him will then become the Television Champion!
Crowd cheers.
Adilene Floyd: Now, lets introduce number one!
Billy: Who is entering first for our Television Championship match!
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:17:24 GMT -5
Television Championship 8-Superstar-Gauntlet! (Random Order) RJ Collins vs. Estrella Luiz vs. Razzle Mars vs. Judge Tennison vs. Felix Fortain vs. Flop vs. Hot Shot Wayne Austin vs. Voss Holt(c)
The crowd is buzzing as we're waiting to see who is first for the Television Championship match and Flop starts walking out to a mixed reaction. Billy: Flop is number one!Chris Avery: Flop of course is a man of many incoherent words but we'll see if hes up to task to win a match here in Action Wrestling!Flop gets into the ring and is waiting.. Adilene Floyd: Entrant number two!A swirl of pastel pink, pale baby blue, and white lights begin to swirl in the air, flickering in the stands and over the stage. The beat of "Electric Love" by Børns starting to play over the PA system, the fans getting worked up into a frenzy of excitement as a silhouette can be seen, skipping its way through a light pink fog of clouds that appear on the stage. It's svelte and feminine, carrying an oversized swirling lollipop over one shoulder like a tennis racquet. Her other arm swings with each skipping step, a huge grin plastered onto the face of Razzles as she makes her way through the pink mist and is greeted by the cheering fans. That hand levels at her eyebrows, peering to the crowd and scoping them out. She's sweet like candy in my veins Baby, I'm dying for another taste And every night my mind is running around her Then it's getting louder and louder Baby you're like lightning in a bottle I can't let you go now that I got it All I need is to be struck By your electric love A few excited waves followed, the pink-haired girl swaying and bouncing her way down the ramp. Taking her time to play to the crowd while she was announced to the ring by the petite announcer waiting between the ropes. Adilene Floyd: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at...Adilene checks some notes on her card. An unsure frown on her face, squinting to double check. All the while, she is being encouraged by the nodding head of Razzles on the ground. Adilene Floyd: Um... Two and a half bushels of apples?Razzles audibly cheers for Adilene on the outside, bouncing up and down eagerly to encourage her. The display enough to put a smile on the face of the announcer who continues on with the notes from her card, again finding her confidence. Adilene Floyd: and hailing from The Kingdom of Candyland... she is Raaaaaazzles MAAAAAAARS!"YAAAAAY! You did it!" Razzles yells her encourangement to the ring, grinning vibrantly. She hands off the oversized lollipop that she had hoisted over her shoulder to a young fan in the crowd, before she leapt onto the apron from the outside. Standing herself up and giving a few more excited bounces, she launched herself into the ring using the middle rope. Rolling into a somersault and popping up onto her feet, she performs a curtsy with her arms out to her side. Undoing the velcro to the skirt and folding it neatly before she shrugs the vest off and hands it off to a stagehand. "Electric Love" begins to die down as the lights return to normal and the pink smoke from her entrance dissipates. The pink-haired competitor stealing a quick high five from the confused ring announcer before turning her attention to the other side of the ring. The crowd keeps cheering as the ref rings the bell and she's posing as Flop walks over and tries to schoolboy pin her! Ding ding ding Billy: Wait! It could be an upset!One! Two! Razzle kicks out! Flop is back up and rolls her up for another pin! One! Two! Th- Razzle kicks out! Flop gets up and ducks her attack and rolls her up for a third time! One! Two! Razzle kicks up and Flop jumps up and kicks her in the chin sending her back into the corner! Billy: Whoa!Flop hits a jumping spin kick to the head of Razzle and has her dazed and confused! Flop hits the other corner and comes rushing across the ring but Razzle moves and Flop crash lands into the turnbuckles! Chris Avery: A flip-flop of momentum here!Flop turns around and Razzle is bouncing off the ropes and hits a running/flying big boot to Flop in the corner! Flop goes down and Mars is calling on the crowd for support! She picks up Flop and he goes for an attack but she ducks, catches him and hits an exploder suplex towards the middle of the ring! Billy: She has him where she wants him!Flop gets up and Mars hits a running hurricanrana sending Flop right down and Mars is already climbing up to the top turnbuckle Chris Avery: Where is she going!?Billy: She's going off the top!Flop stumbles up and Mars jumps off with a flying crossbody and Flop goes down! Mars hooks the leg for the pin! One! Two! Three! Billy: She got him!Adilene Floyd: Flop has been eliminated!Billy: Whoa! Who is #3!?Chris Avery: Mars is ready!"Immigrant Song" by Led Zeppelin hits the speakers. As the guitar kicks in, RJ jogs out from the back and poses on the stage, arms up in the air. He then heads down the ramp bobbing his head, slapping the outstretched hands of some fans, before stopping to sing out the "Ah-ah, ah!" with the entire crowd. He then takes the ring steps up onto the apron, still bobbing along to the music, before he climbs in through the ropes and holds up his arms before joining in with the crowd for another "Ah-ah, ah!". The music then fades... Billy: RJ Collins is back!Mars hits a running big boot sending RJ back into the corner! Chris Avery: OH SHIT!Mars picks him up and sits him on the top turnbuckle! Billy: What is she thinking here?!She climbs up and leaps into the air and catches RJ with her feet and hurricanranas him off the top rope! She turns and pins! Billy: WHOA!!!ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Chris Avery: RAZZLES MARS WINS AGAIN!!Adilene Floyd: RJ Collins has been eliminated..The buzzer sounds and Blue Stahlis "The Destroyer of All Things" begins to blare over the sound system. The camera focuses in on the curtain as it flies open and the Television champion, Voss Holt, stands dressed in his usual ring gear with the TV title strapped around his waist. He begins marching down the isle and he clearly means business, his face covered with a snarl. He reaches the ring, drops the TV title on the outside and climbs up on the apron, throwing one big leg over the top rope and stepping into the ring as he focuses in on Razzles Mars to brutalize. Billy: Whoa! Here comes the Television Champion! Voss Holt!Chris Avery: Now the belt is on the line from here on out!Mars rushes across the ring but Voss throws a knee to her gut! He hits her with a few strikes before throwing her into the corner and smashing her head on the top turnbuckle! He whips her across the ring and runs across hitting a big ol' body splash! He lets her stumble out and flips her down onto the canvas with a big scoop slam! He picks her up by the hair and whips her into the ropes and hits a spinebuster! He pins! One! Two! Mars kicks out! He picks her up and goes for a powerbomb! He lifts her up but she gets out of it, drops down behind him and runs to the ropes! He goes for a back body drop but she flips out of that too! Billy: Whoa!She hits a flying pele kick sending him stumbling back! He comes to and charges at her and she throws him through the ropes to the outside of the ring! Chris Avery: Voss didn't like that!He turns around and she hits a suicide dive knocking Voss down! Mars gets up and the crowd pops big time! Billy: She's in control!Mars picks up Voss and rolls him into the ring and she climbs up to the top rope but Voss gets up and hits the ropes causing her to crash off the top turnbuckle between her legs and fall to the canvas! Billy: Oh no!Voss picks up Mars and hits his Doombringer Chris Avery: Oh shit!One! Two! Three! Billy: Voss wins that one!Adilene Floyd: Razzles Mars has been eliminated.Five Finger Death Punch Never Enough sounds off through the speakers and out comes the baddest son of a bitch on the planet! The man who walks the walk and talks the talk and never gives up. Hot Shot Wayne Austin walks down the ramp talking shit to his opponents and the ring announcer. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and lifts both arms up and the crowd loves and hates him. Wayne steps into the ring from the apron and goes to the farthest corner and climbs up lifting both arms up putting the middle finger to the crowd and flash bulbs go off. Billy: Heres Hot Shot Wayne Austin!Hot Shot turns around and notices Voss coming in and Hot Shot starts throwing right hands! Right hands! Right hands! Voss is reeling back into the corner and Hot Shot is connecting on multiple right hand strikes! Voss is selling each one and he sits down in the corner and Hot Shot starts stomping him down! He's stomping on the chest! He's stomping some more on the chest! Hot Shot gets out of the corner and is talking trash as he takes off his vest! Chris Avery: Hot Shot is a ball of fire!He turns around and Voss grabs the throat of Hot Shot and hits a chokeslam! Billy: Shitfire!Voss pins! One! Two! Three! Billy: Damn!Chris Avery: Voss Holt is on a roll now!Adilene Floyd: Hot Shot Wayne Austin has been eliminated.Three bangs from the gavel shatters the glass before the JUDGE'S theme hits to a massive pop. Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring...accompanied by the BOYS FROM JESSUP...from THE HALLS OF JUSTICE...JUDGE TENNISONThe BOYS FROM JESSUP unzip as Tennison slides into the ring athletically. He hits all four corners to huge pops before finding his corner. THE BOYS make their way back to the showers. Billy: Judge Tennison is in the house!Judge ducks Voss attack and throws a few strikes before he's off to the ropes and hits a clothesline sending both Voss and Judge over the top rope crashing to the outside! Except Judge hung onto the apron! Chris Avery: Whats he thinking here?!Judge jumps off the apron and takes down Voss one more time! Billy: Thats what he was thinking!Judge gets up and shoves Voss back into the steel steps! Judge sizes him up and rushes at Voss and Voss moves and throws Judge into the steel steps! Billy: SHITFIRE!Voss picks up Judge and rolls him into the ring! Judge gets up and Voss hits a suplex right in the middle of the ring! Judge stumbles up and Voss puts him on his shoulders but Judge elbows out of it and lands on his feet behind Voss! He picks up Voss but Voss blocks it and whips Judge into the corner! Judge moves as Voss comes rushing in! Voss stays in the corner as Judge hits a back elbow and then turns but Voss picks up Judge on his shoulders again and hits a Death Valley Driver INTO the turnbuckles! Judge crumples up and Voss drags him to the center of the ring! He pins. One! Two! Three! Adilene Floyd: Judge Tennison has been eliminated.Chris Avery: Voss Holt, holy shit!Billy: He's not messing around!The house lights cut as the opening riff of "Are You Dead Yet?" by Children of Bodom hits the speakers. A purple fog begins to fill the ramp, accentuated by the ramp lights flickering. The lights return, themselves now tinted purple as Alexi Laiho's screaming assaults the audience's ears and The Devourer, accompanied by his disciple Aurora Albuquerque, appear on the stage, cloaked in a dull spotlight. Adilene Floyd: And now, making his way to the ring, from the Mojave Desert! Weighing in at two hundred, seventy-five pounds! THIS! IS! THE DEVOURER! FELIX FORTAIN!The pair make their way down the ramp, Aurora grinning with wide-eyed delight as The Devourer keeps his eyes aimed at the ring, stoic under his mask. Billy: Voss is coming at him!Felix blocks it and kicks the legs of Voss and belly to belly suplexes Voss into the turnbuckles! Chris Avery: Oh shit what a suplex!Felix gets to his feet as Voss is trying to get up and Felix whips Voss into the other turnbuckle and Voss hits hard and stumbles out and Felix hits a Samoan drop! Felix covers! One! Two! Th- Voss kicks out! Felix picks up Voss and wraps him into a bear hug! It's odd seeing Voss being handled this way but Felix keeps closing that air out of his lungs with that bear hug! Billy: Felix trying to end this match right here!Chris Avery: Felix looking to be a Champion already!Felix throws Voss down out of the bear hug and then re-picks him up for a worlds strongest slam in the middle of the ring! He hooks a leg! One! Two! Voss kicks out again and Felix is now looking to put him away. Felix gets to his feet and picks up Voss for another fallaway slam this time but Voss pokes at the eyes of Felix! Voss is dropped and Voss rolls up Felix from behind! He goes for a cover but the ref doesn't see Voss LEGS ON THE ROPES! ONE!! TWO!! THREE! Chris Avery: HE GOT HIM! HE GOT HIM!Billy: HIS FOOT WERE ON THE ROPES!The ref says it's official.. Adilene Floyd: Felix Fortain has been eliminated...Chris Avery: Voss is all smiles, of course!Billy: Wow!Voss has rolled outside of the ring smiling and pointing to his head like he's the smart one as Felix leaves the ring and the final entrants music hits. Chris Avery: Here she comes!A heartbeat is heard for a few seconds followed by a flatline and then the lights go out. "My Lucifer is lonely" A red light appears on the stage as Estrella Luiz is seen standing at the top of the ramp surrounded by her bodyguards led by Hector, her personal bodyguard. "Standing there, killing time Can't commit to anything but a crime Peter's on vacation, an open invitation Animals, evidence Pearly gates look more like a picket fence Once you get inside 'em Got friends but can't invite them Hills burn in California My turn to ignore ya Don't say I didn't warn ya All the good girls go to hell 'Cause even God herself has enemies And once the water starts to rise And heaven's out of sight She'll want the devil on her team" Estrella reaches the ring as she looks around and walks up the steel steps. She gets in the ring and smiles amidst the boos. The music fades out as Estrella's bodyguards surround the ring. Billy: Estrella ready for battle!Voss gets into the ring and rushes at her but she droptoe holds him into the turnbuckles! Billy: Whoa!Chris Avery: She strikes first!She jumps on the back of the head and back of Voss! She hits the corner as he stumbles up and she comes with a flying crossbody knocking him down! Billy: Sweet crossbody!She climbs up the turnbuckles and jumps off catching the head of Voss and hits a tornado DDT! She pins! One! Two! Thr- Voss kicks out! Billy: That was close!Voss gets up and doesn't know where he's at and Estrella jumps and hits a leg scissor takedown! She rushes over to the top turnbuckle! She leaps off hitting a 450 SPLASH! Billy: SHE COVERS VOSS!!Chris Avery: THIS IS IT!ONE!! TWO!! THR- VOSS KICKS OUT! Billy: OHHH I thought Estrella had it!Estrella hits a kick to the gut of Voss kneeling him down! She hits a SUPERKICK! Billy: OH SHIT!Chris Avery: SHE MAY HAVE HIM!Voss is stumbling around as Estrella is on the middle turnbuckle and she backflips off looking for her shooting star DDT! She grabs the head on her way down BUT Voss STOPS HER. HE THEN FLIPS HER BACK WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX THROW towards the middle of the ring! Billy: SHITFIRE!Chris Avery: She went flying!She gets up and Voss throws her up into the air and catches her on his shoulders for a powerbomb and throws her into a BUCKLE BOMB in the corner! Chris Avery: WITH AUTHORITY!He grabs her and hits the DoomBringer! Billy: SHITFIRE!ONE! TWO! THREE! Chris Avery: Voss has retained his Television Championship!DING DING DING Billy: Holy shit!Chris Avery: Estrella looked fantastic!Billy: But it wasn't enough in the end!Adilene Floyd: And STILLLLLLLLLLLL ACTION WRESTLING TELEVISION CHAMPION... VOSS!! HOOOOOOOOOOOOLTTT!!!!"The Destroyer of All Things" begins to blast over the loudspeaker as the ref is handed the Television title and makes his way over to Voss, who's pulling himself up by the ropes. As Voss snatches his title, the ref grabs Voss' right arm and raises it into the air. Clearly not having it, Voss rips his arm away and fires the title high over his head, letting out a roar that clearly frightens the ref. An exhausted Voss drops to the mat and rolls underneath the bottom rope and to the outside, never letting go of his title. He stomps his way to the back, holding that title above his head and ignoring the fans completely. Billy: Wow what a start for Turmoil!Chris Avery: I loved it! Voss Holt is ONE bad dude, I'm not going to lie!Billy: Estrella with a sweet return too, she took him to his limit and was just one move away from becoming Television Champion! I want to see Estrella go at it again with Voss Holt!Chris Avery: I wouldn't mind that!We fade into the next segment..
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:18:42 GMT -5
Jacqui M Segment
The feed cuts to the outside of the arena, where fans are still lining up, waiting to be allowed into the building. The camera's focus at this time is, however, not on the still-considerable queue outside the venue, but rather on one specific individual, standing just to the side of the crowd. The young man, dressed for the cold in a hooded parka, is trying – and failing – to convey a message to the event security staff member detailed with overseeing one of the side doors. Youth: Sir...please...I have to see Miss Moore or Miss Ortiz. I have something to give them. Do you know if they're in there?The security guard, however, remains unmoved, offering no more than a vaguely grunted response: Security Guard: You ain't comin' in, kid. Beat it.The boy, dejected but not defeated, makes one last-ditch attempt, reaching into his pocket and producing a thin strip of paper, which he holds up to the staff member: Youth: That's not it at all, sir. I have a ticket. See? It's just...I had a fundraiser going, and we raised $500, and I have to give it to Miss Moore or Miss Ortiz so they can buy back their share in Trinity Wrestling. See, I was a Champion there, and it closed, and I thought...The guard, however, is blatantly no longer listening to the youngster, whom he cuts off mid-flow: Security Guard: Tell it to the Marines, kid. You got a ticket? You queue up, like everyone else.This finally breaks the young man, who shuffles dejectedly away and out of frame. The camera lingers just long enough to catch the security guard mumbling something about 'smart-ass fanboy marks', before cutting away to elsewhere in the arena.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:19:38 GMT -5
OOC ANNOUNCEMENT:
REMEMBER THERE IS AN OOC ANNOUNCEMENT FROM ADMIN STAFF ON THURSDAY, THANKSGIVING MORNING!
ALL IS WELL, ENJOY THE REST OF THE SHOW!
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:21:02 GMT -5
Chase Jackson vs. Campbell Chase vs. Maverick
The intro to the Junkie XL Remix of Inception by Hanz Zimmer begins as the lights dim to near darkness, leaving very little light to shine around. Once the beat kicks in, the lights don a purple shade as we see Maverick stand upon the stage in his ring gear and a black jacket, opened and the hood over his head. Adilene Floyd: This match is scheduled for one fall… first, on his way to the ring from Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland… weighing 195 pounds… Maverick!Billy: Wrestle Season was such a success we’ve seen a huge upswing in new signees. This match will pit some of them in a showcase worthy of the Turmoil buildup.Chris Avery: Exactly. New blood is the life of any company, and Action Wrestling relishes the chance to bring the absolute best in pro-wrestling. And we’ll turn every stone to find them.He looks out to the crowd before making his way to the ring, he makes his way to ringside and climbs onto the ring apron and looks out to the crowd before raising his hand up high for a minute and lowering it, brushing his feet on the mat and leaping into the ring and then climbing up the ropes at the nearest corner to him. He looks out to the crowd and letting out a roar, stretching his arms out before taking off his jacket and preparing for his match. Billy: Maverick is one of many fresh faces, but he’s got that look already—ya know?Chris Avery: He does indeed."Fight Like the Devil" begins, and there is a brief murmuring of fans. As the song picks up, Alex Scott parts the curtain, a look of focus and minor indifference on his face. Adilene Floyd: And his opponent from Anaheim, California… weighing 200 pounds… Alex Scott!He shows very little emotion, walking to the ring in his hooded sweatshirt, tights and boots. He hits the ring, uses the ropes the stretch, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, mentally preparing himself to wrestle. Chris Avery: Alex Scott has the look too. You can tell how much this match means to him.Billy: Hell yeah, everybody wants to make a big impression tonight.Chris Avery: And better place than before this PPV crowd. Look how packed this place is!Campbell walks out on the ramp as the peak of Legendary hits. He pauses for one moment to take in the scene before walking with purpose towards the squared circle. Adilene Floyd: And the final opponent from Phoenix, AZ… weighing 210 pounds… Campbell Chase!Chris Avery: He calls himself “Wrestling Last Chance” and comes to the Dub with outstanding credentials.Billy: He’s just a broken neck short of a gold medal.Chris Avery: Fans aren’t taking to him very much, but he might just be what wrestling’s been missing for years.
As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he stops and bows at the ring, showing his respect for the grapplers who came before him. he walks to the steps and climbs, wiping his feet on the apron before stepping into the ring. Chase walks to the corner of the ring and steps up onto the middle turnbuckle, crossing his arms and then tapping the ring post before hopping down and standing in the corner. Alex Scott hops down from his turnbuckle while Maverick stretches out with help from the corner ropes.Ding! Ding! Billy: And we’re off! Campbell Chase has taken the center square… but Scott goes straight for Maverick.Chris Avery: They’re throwing punches left and right!Billy: I don’t know if either of them want a piece of Campbell Chase. He’s just standing there in one of them orthodox stances. Kinda feel bad for him.Fans chant for the fighting parties, but even more derogate the awkward rage surging through the master technician. Scott gets rocked by a yakuza kick, which Maverick uses to tee off a spinning roundhouse kick. Campbell chase edges closer to them without breaking his stance. Chris Avery: He’s got the hands out… but will either man take the bait?Billy: Maverick just flipped him off! Come on dude, they ain’t playing their game!Chase actually heard him yell that, so he goes to the farthest ropes to shout at the announce table. Maverick shrugs as he comes up behind chase with a rising kick to his neck. Chase hits, and in a spectacular use of footwork, rotates to deliver a 360 spin onto a textbook belly-to-belly suplex. He then locks on an elevated hammerlock for control. Billy: Campbell Chase fighting like a navy SEAL!Chris Avery: Here comes Alex Scott! Campbell drops the hold—and he swings too high with that lariat!Billy: Pele Kick—no! Chase caught Alex Scott with a reverse powerslam.Chase cracks his neck with both men splayed and at his mercy. He grabs Scott’s ankle, but a feisty spin sends him into the turnbuckle with a nasty mule kick. Chase needs a moment to recover when both opponents forge a truce against the old school mastermind. Billy: An alliance has formed! Double Dropkick!Chris Avery: Campbell Chase falls flat on his face… and Scott is up high! Fosbury Flop!Billy: He just crushed the back of Campbell Chase with that inverted senton!Scott and Maverick sense their place and go on the offensive. Scott answers first with rapid-fire arm drags. Maverick gets his chance when he catches Alex Scott with a spinebuster so mean that it would bring Arn Anderson to tears. Chris Avery: Maverick signaling something big here… what’s on that mind of his?Billy: Alex Scott doesn’t even know what happened!Chris Avery: Bicycle kick!Billy: That just decapitated Alex Scott!At this point, when all seems won, Campbell Chase shakes the ropes with righteous fury. Maverick turns to see a dropkick so perfect the entire audience witnessed it in slow motion. Time stops when he forces Maverick into a flawless german suplex and rolling bridge. 1! 2! Billy: Scott breaks it up! But I don’t know if the kid has anything left after!Chris Avery: He might not… and now Campbell Chase can take control.Chase responds to fans hounding his precision and rigid personality by climbing onto the middle rope. Campbell Chase: That is wrestling! Now watch as I show you how to finish a match! His momentary oration gives Scott and Maverick a chance to double team him again, this time in the form of a double snap suplex. They regain their footing and go into another collision of kicks and powerful strikes. Billy: These two are chopping each other down. Can anyone get the advantage long enough to win?Chris Avery: Hard to tell. They seem evenly matched.Billy: Scott goes for the side… he dropped Maverick hard with that backbreaker!Chris Avery: He wants another bite of him—code breaker! Maverick just got nailed to the canvas!Scott gives a wave to the crowd that they throw back at him. He sets up Maverick between his knees. Billy: He’s going to end it here!Chris Avery: Campbell Chase throws him into the turnbuckle!Billy: Maverick is in deep trouble! Crossface!Scott roars back, breaking up the hold by diving head first after them. Maverick crawls to the ropes while Scott smashes Campbell Chase to his knees with consecutive haymakers. Billy: Maverick is getting up—Scott super kick! Shitfire! Maverick just flew out of the ring!Chris Avery: Campbell has him in those grappler’s arms! Alex Scott is in trouble now!Billy: He wants a suplex in the worst way!Campbell Chase locks Scott’s arms in tight, executing a dragon suplex that he bridges effortlessly into some sort of Falcon Arrow with the legs trapped up top. The move, and its ensuing impact, leaves the arena in shock. Billy: Chasing the Future!Chris Avery: This one is all over!1! 2! 3! Adilene Floyd: And your winner… Campbell Chase!Chase makes a casual exit with fans reaching out to no response from him. Chris Avery: What a win for a man on the mission from god… well, the wrestling gods at least.Billy: His technique is amazing. Dare I say… prestigious at first glance.Chris Avery: He certainly is on the right path in Action Wrestling. I doubt it’s the last we hear his name in the winning column.Billy: Another stellar debut before one of our best crowds of the year.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:23:26 GMT -5
Cruiserweight Tag Team Match Winning Team Will Face Each Other Next Clash For #1 Contender QDT, VHS, Kitty Petrova, Bolas de Arana vs. Psychopomp, Sun Vulcan Sentai, Geoffrey Torrance, "The Yokai" Kabukii
We open to a panning shot of the ring where most of the cruiserweights have gathered in their opposite sides of the DMZ, when the lights lower once more. The haunting intro to "The Warmth" by Incubus is met with a rapturous pop as the arena lights partially dim. As the bass and drums kick in, a "QDT" chant starts in the same rhythm. Everyone in the ring already watches as those lights prelude the final participant in a roaring fanfare. QDT ventures assuredly out onto the entranceway. A light blue spotlight illuminates his trail as he walks towards the ring with confident poise. He jumps up onto the apron and walks all around the ring, stopping momentarily at each side to casually acknowledge the people with a nod. Adilene Floyd: Heading to the ring, from Bognor Regis, England, weighing 201 pounds... Q... D... T!Billy: Turmoil. Wrestler of the Year. What else can we say but welcome to the Thunderdome!Chris Avery: You got that right, Billy. Look at all these cruiserweights. Each one jockeying for position to be the next king or Queen of 201.Billy: New faces, new dreams—what’s not to love. And QDT is back in action!Chris Avery: Can’t argue there. He’s been such a pillar of the Dub since Havoc. Great to see him back in the ring.QDT rounds to meet his team, all of whom focus on the empty ring. Bolas de Araña offers a hand that Quixote doesn’t even see in route to their corner. Billy: Looks like the teams have picked their starters: It’s gonna be Kobukii and VHS.Chris Avery: And there’s the bell… VHS starts with a traditional headlock—look at him go!Billy: Kabukii spinning around like he’s pressing the Circle Button! Tornado into a drop toe hold!VHS scrambles to his side to avoid a diving knee strike. Kabukii does nail a thunderclap of a kick across the back of Victor Henry Stevens. He stumbles towards his corner, but Kabukii battering rams him to a kitchen sink knee. VHS ducks a spinning roundhouse and counters with a pendulum backbreaker. He then takes the yokaii to the canvas with a hammerlock. Chris Avery: He has the leg—but Kabukii kicks out before VHS could lock on that figure-4!Billy: Kabukii just cross chopped him in the gizzard! That dude is another kind of mean!Chris Avery: He’s dragging VHS over to their corner… and he just chopped Sun Vulcan Sentai!Billy: That’s his partner! Is there no sanctity left in professional wrestling?!!Chris Avery: Kabukii is a dick, bruh.SVS bounces off the ropes and counteracts with a side-thrown hurricanrana. VHS rolls to his corner, tagging in Bolas de Araña who runs and spins over the back of Sentai. SVS returns the favor, tiger rolling behind him with some ninja theatrics. Fans go crazy as Bolas somersaults forward and hits a fancy monkey flip—although Sentai rolls through it in the fanciest way possible. Chris Avery: Great counter… but he landed in thicket of that enemy turnbuckle!Billy: Look out Sentai-san! VHS has him by the mask!Chris Avery: He almost unmasked Sun Vulcan Sentai last time they met. Sentai breaks free in time!Billy: But that mask is all caddywampus! I don’t think he can see! Ref—watch that man!SVS struggles to get his mask back in place, leaving him open to a nasty dropkick to the back of his knees. Bolas follows up with an enzugiri—and then a furious bolt of energy off the ropes for a modified bronco buster to the ground Sun Vulcan Sentai. Billy: Heh heh heh… he’s teabagging that noob!Chris Avery: **SMDH**Bolas gets so enthusiastic that he marches over to his corner like he just posterized Hassan Whiteside on a one-handed tomahawk. He offers the tag to QDT, but Quixote wants nothing to do with that weirdo. Fans laugh as their Chicano darling brushes that off. Bolas slams to his knees in a temper tantrum. Chris Avery: Sentai is back! And he’s got Bolas around the throat!Billy: Shitfire! What was that?!!Chris Avery: Like a bulldog, off the middle rope and then a tornado DDT!Billy: Don’t matter… it was super cool either way!Bolas looks up to see SVS flipping off the ropes—an impatient Geoffrey Torrance suddenly tagging him on the back mid-move—and delivers an uber athletic springboard facebuster to Bolas de Araña. Torrance scrambles around his partner, pushing him as he does, with a 12 – 6 elbow driven into the neck of the spider boy. Bolas crumples forward as Torrance revs up the chainsaw with a dirty face wash. Billy: Torrance has already proven to be one of dirty players in this game. And there he is next to that Kabukii.Chris Avery: Bolas needs to get the hell out of there… because you don’t want to be the weak link tonight.Billy: Not when the winning team gets a chance to fight for the #1 contender spot!Chris Avery: You can’t live something like that down—whoa! whoa!Bolas pulls out a sloppy lucha arm drag, and then a second. He recovers and does a Michael Jackson splits and crotch grab. Geoffrey charges like an angry bull—right into Bolas’ fancy footwork. He jukes in time, which makes Torrance plow right into a double boot from VHS and Kitty Petrova from opposite sides of theit turnbuckle. Bolas leaps and hot tags Kitty Petrova. Billy: Petrova bounds the ropes… what a head scissors by the Punk Rock Princess!Chris Avery: Springboard and a full 360 on that head scissors! Now I’ve seen it all!Billy: And she comes back for more… Frankensteiner!Chris Avery: No! Torrance powerbombed her to the mat!After the snap powerbomb counter, Torrance locks on a single leg crab. He uses the size advantage to drag the submission over to his team’s corner. Psychopomp makes a tag and helps GT do a wishbone double team maneuver on Kitty Petrova. Pomp goes up the turnbuckle on his backside with the legal competitor right in front of him open wide for something huge. He then nails a mid-rope elbow drop across her upper back. Kitty Petrova rolls over in pain with Psychopomp circling like a predator. Chris Avery: The Canadian looking to put his team in the win column with something big here… he’s got her by hair. This can’t be good!Billy: He’s propping her up like a target dummy. What’s he gonna do now?Chris Avery: Pomp takes a few steps back… he might want that running knee… and there he goes!Billy: Shitfire! Crucifix counter by Petrova!1! 2! Geoffrey Torrance breaks up the pin with a diving save. Sun Vulcan Sentai springboards off the ropes and intercepts VHS before he can attack his partners with a tornado DDT attempt. VHS braces his knees, and reverse their momentum into a catch-and-release capture suplex. SVS rolls across the ring, and VHS goes for his mask again, but Geoffrey Torrance clobbers him on the back of the head with a foreign object he had concealed in his shoe—because that ref can’t see dick with all of them jumping in ring. VHS gets up holding his head. QDT and Bolas simultaneously springboard hurricanrana Torrance and the recovering Psychopomp out of the ring. They help Kitty Petrova and VHS to their feet. VHS grabs the back of his head, unsure of what happened to him. Sun Vulcan Sentai gets up only to have Bolas de Araña dropkick him over the ropes. Their teams surveys the damage when Kabukii slides under the ropes, taking the entire enemy team by surprise. He spits multi-colored mist into the face of Kitty Petrova first. Then he blinds VHS. Bolas’s mask gets the Nedry facial too, leaving all but QDT to stumble around and claw at their eyes. Kabukii and QDT face each other… but the Yokaii is out of mist. Billy: He went a bridge too far… and QDT is just wailing on the strong style veteran!Chris Avery: Qui-DT! And QDT’s team has taken over the ring!The team of Geoffrey Torrance, Pyschopomp and Sun Vulcan Sentai regroups at their turnbuckle. This overwhelmed junior official finally retains order by getting QDT’s gang back to their spots. Fans erupt as QDT tags into the match as the legal man. Geoffrey Torrance enter opposite of him. Billy: They’re grappling old school… and QDT goes behind!Chris Avery: Torrance can’t get free! That was a perfect german suplex!Billy: He’s rolling over! T-Bone suplex!Chris Avery: One more on house money… and he rolls over again!Billy: Spinning… belly-to-belly suplex! QDT is a man on fire! And these fans are loving it!Geoffrey Torrance reaches up after that roundtrip of through suplex city, but no one wants a piece of the Quixote whom is almost literally on fire with a maxed out turbo meter. Billy: It’s Kabukii! He’s on the apron—that dirty rat!Chris Avery: QDT is coming after him. He doesn’t even care about the legal man!QDT lunges but misses the leaping forearm smash. Kabukii then spits like a goddamn gallon of red mist into Quixote’s angelic face. He falls over trying to wipe all that shit out, giving Torrance a chance to tag in Psychopomp. Chris Avery: Pomp going for that running knee again—and Bolas de Araña just took a bullet for his idol!Billy: Shitfire! Can he do that?Chris Avery: Nope, but he just saved the match… and their team’s chances at—VHS is back!Billy: And there goes Sun Vulcan Sentai!SVS goes into a furious palm strike combo like E. Honda with the runs, pushing VHS into the ropes. During their exchange, VHS wraps up an arm and drags them both to the outside in the worst way possible. Pomp look around when Kitty Petrova front dropkicks him so hard that he rolls into his team’s turnbuckle. Geoffrey Torrance remains outside, recovering from that series of mean suplexes. All that leaves the stable hand of Japnese veteran Kabukii to tag back into the match. Billy: Kitty goes on the offensive again! But the veteran has happy feet tonight!
Chris Avery: Each kick chopping Kitty Petrova off her feet—Holy!
Billy: Shitfire! Kabukii just roundhouse kicked her out of the damn ring!
Chris Avery: All that remains is the that monster and QDT.
Kabukii’s scowl becomes a demented grimace while he circles the still blinded Quixote de la Torre. He grabs an arm, but QDT is able to roll him over into a saito suplex.
Chris Avery: He can’t see… but QDT is going up top!
Billy: Kabukii is walking into it!
Chris Avery: Severance Pay! He barely hit that diving wheel kick—but it does the trick!
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Adilene Floyd: And yours winners… Victor Henry Stevens, Bolas de Araña, Kitty Petrova… and Quixote de la Torrrrrr-rrrrrre!
Chris Avery: I’m still breathless—and that’s our first match of the night!
Billy: This division is prestigious from top to bottom.
Chris Avery: Long dead are the days of 201 and Fun!
Billy: Yep, and this team will break apart next week, when all four get a chance to become number 1 contender for the cruiserweight gold. But a great win for QDT and his coalition tonight!
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:24:13 GMT -5
MadClan Segment
As we return from the commercial break the arena is suddenly plunged into blue and red. The lighting in the arena begins to flash those two colors as “Begin Again” begins to play over the sound system. The stage curtains part and we see Madwoman, Carnivore, Jacqui Monroe, The Raging Dead, Madman Szalinski, and Kitty Petrova begin to make their way to the ring. The fans aren’t too sure what to make of the group, collectively known as the Madclan. Their reactions are mixed and Madwoman in particular draws a verypolarizing reaction from the crowd. Around her waist is the Trinity Wrestling World Championship. It doesn’t take long for the group to enter the ring. The lights in the arena turn to normal as Kitty passes microphones out to the members of the group. Madwoman: Action Wrestling, The Madclan has arrived. I’m sure you know who we are. We’re the bringers of madness, the creators of a bright future. Through our madness we bring light to the world of professional wrestling. And I, Madwoman, am the Trinity Wrestling World Champion. You know, the federation Action Wrestling just purchased. You’ve heard rumors about my championship, I’m sure. I’m the crazy bitch who was born in a mental institution who went on to be undefeated. STILL UNDEFEATED. Since MARCH, Now, I believe I have something I need to sign.Jacqui passes a pen to Madwoman. Madwoman produces a contract from her back pocket and holds the contract high in the air for the fans to see. Then, she signs the contract. Madwoman: And with that, I am officially an Action Wrestling talent. This contract also ensures that my championship will be officially recognized by Action Wrestling. So, listen up. I’ll make this short and sweet. January sixth. That is the date my championship becomes active once more. That day, I’ll be defending this championship against a wrestler of my choosing. I had a lot of options. I could have chosen Lissie Hope who took credit for my signing with Action. I could have chosen Kalinda Kriegsdottir who deserves exposure with the mainstream audience….Madwoman smirks. Madwoman: But there’s only one wrestler I want to fight. If we’re going to get this off to a fresh, exciting start… I want to face my one true rival… ADDY A. I know you can hear me, you stupid bitch. I’m still not over all of the shit you put me through in Action Wrestling. ADDY A! You bring your silly ass here next week! You show up, and I’ll make this official! Addy A vs Madwoman, live on January Sixth! You bring your STD ridden, Mafia owned ass to the ring and accept my challenge! I’ll be waiting!She pats her Trinity World Championship and raises the mic, only for it to be snatched from her hand by The Raging Dead. He huffs and puffs, then holds the mic up. Raging Dead: Two months ago… I showed up in Trinity Wrestling and told the world I would be Pure Champion. I then begrudgingly carried the division on my back and ultimately destroyed it. The same is going to happen here with the Cruiserweight Division. For the last two weeks… I've been the talk of the town with all you meatbags… and I haven't even signed a contract. Now that there's been an influx of cruiserweights signing their lives away here… it's open season for The Raging Dead. Line 'em up, Action Wrestling! Daddy's hungry!He bites the microphone and lets go with his hand. He looks at Carnivore and nods, trying to give the mic back. With it covered in slobber, he turns it down and is handed another microphone, then speaks from behind his Smiley mask. Carnivore: Hi! I’m Carnivore, I'm the best in the universe. My journey in this industry, in this universe, has led me here in Action Wrestling as a member of The MadClan. What is The MadClan? The mistreated, mishandled, misunderstood. Do you think for one second the universe cared? No. The universe did not care.Carnivore gestures behind him with his right hand’s thumb. Carnivore: These people cared, these people care about each other, they are a family. The MadClan is MY family now. Put even more simply, I do appreciate them all, I am proud to have them on my side. Carnivore, no, The MadClan is taking over the universe and if you are smart, get out of the way. We have already taken over so much from me putting asses in seats in Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation until I became their final World Heavyweight Champion to Madwoman being the current Trinity Wrestling World Champion. We are taking over THIS universe, we are taking over Action Wrestling and anyone who gets in our way will get hurt.Kitty Petrova scoffs and rolls her eyes, snatching the microphone from Carnivore’s hand. Kitty: Shh, sweets. We don’t want to warn them. We want the idiots to stumble unknowingly into the crosshairs. At least I know I do. It’s been far too long since I’ve been in a place that respects what I can do and is willing to give me the canvas on which to create my masterpieces. I wouldn’t have that… I wouldn’t be here if not for these folks. MadClan saved my life.Madman lifts his microphone to speak next, Madman: This…Madman holds out a hand, looking out at the group sharing the ring with him. Madman: This is it. This is the group that bears my name and my spirit. This is our answer to the world’s problems. A world that shunned us all, kicked us out of the room whenever the popular kids came over to hang out...a world that forgot about all of us. A world full of people who forgot who they are, and forgot who WE are.Madman: Standing behind me, every single person in this ring has held or competed for a major championship within the last year. And also, every single person in this ring was released from a major promotion merely due to political influences against them. We all deserve to be here, just like everyone else...only we’ve been told over and over that we don’t. People have tried to run us out of this business ever since the day we showed up here.Madman: No more. We’re done being pushed around. We are making the stand, here and now. Even though we don’t always see eye to eye…Gesturing back at Jacqui Monroe, Madman only glances back briefly to see her scowl through nodding her head at him. Madman: We all got each others’ backs. This isn’t just a stable, or a power grab. This is family. WE ARE GROOT!Madman: And we ain’t letting anybody run us out of Action Wrestling! Not anyone outside of this company, and not anybody inside of it either! We are here to stay!Madman: We are Madclan. Family first.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:27:17 GMT -5
Lissie Hope Segment
Chris Avery: That was a hell of a match we just saw! I'm telling you, Billy, these fresh faces are really starting to put on a show!Billy: And there's no slowing down either! We are just getting start here at Turmoil! There's still so much action tonight!Chris Avery: Let's get back to the sho---I'M THE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD GUUUUUUUUUUY Crowd: DUH!!! Billy: Holy smokes! This is unexpected!Chris Avery: I'd been told that no one had been able to track Lissie down for a few days following her devastating loss last week, but here she comes, Billy! Live and in living color!The dance party continues as the fans are rocking the roof off the arena. Ten or fifteen seconds have passed as Lissie's video package plays on the tron, but still, she hasn't emerged from behind the curtain just yet. The anticipation is being felt now as the crowd begins dying down during the verse. Chris Avery: LISTEN TO THIS REACTION!The curtain swings open and Lissie appears at the top of the entrance ramp, causing the crowd to EXPLODE! Lissie stands on the top of the stage, soaking in all of the energy and the cheers from the crowd. Tears begin to fall from the edges of her eyes. Wearing what has now become her trademark, black work-out shirt donning the word "HERO", she looks down at her empty waist. But she gives her abdomen a light tap and looks back up at the crowd. Now she's beaming with a HUGE smile, and races down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on both sides of the stage! Adilene Floyd: Ladies and gentlemen, Miss All-In 2019... LISSSSSSSIIIIIIEEEE HOOOOOOOPE!!!!Lissie slides underneath the bottom rope and hops up to her feet, not wasting a second as she ascends a corner turnbuckle facing the majority of the crowd. She raises her arms up, blooming, inviting all of the fan reaction into her soul. She hops back down and grabs the microphone from Adeline, giving her a gentle side-hug. The two smile and share a few words, a few laughs, as Adeline exits the ring and gives Lissie the stage. Chris Avery: Without question, Lissie was heartbroken after finally arriving at the top of the mountain, only to slip seven short nights later.Billy: Those bastards Dandy DiVito and Alex Richards didn't make it easy on her last week, Chris! She just didn't have enough in the tank to overcome all of that!Chris Avery: And that's the big picture isn't it? Not to mention, she still has the All-In briefcase!Billy: But she's got something to say, Chris! Let's give her the floor!The fans are still going absolutely apeshit every time Lissie tries to raise the microphone to her lips. She pats her heart as the music goes silent. But still, the crowd breaks out in a chant of "HERO! HERO! HERO!" as Lissie absorbs all of the raucous spirit and vigor. Lissie: I have something to say, y'all.She tries to talk over the crowd but they are having a hard time quieting down. Lissie smiles and paws at her eyes, pushing the wild curls behind her ears. Lissie: I have some healing to do.Finally the crowd begins to die down. Lissie: My body is ravaged. This month has been the biggest test of my life. My resolve, my strength, my tenacity -- it was all tested by the brutality of Gravedigger. A devastating powerbomb from Odin Balfore. A stunning headshot from the NEW World Champion, Frank Venable...She pauses to allow for the contending applause of one of Action's other heroic figures. In fact, she claps her hands as well, encouraging the fans to get louder. Lissie: Seriously, let's give it up to FPV. The man deserves more respect than I even imagined. We brought the house down, we set records, and he gave everything in his power last week to win that belt. Do I wish it was me? Of course. But it wasn't, so I have to give credit where's it's due. Congratulations, Frank. And good luck.Another round of applause from the crowd! They begin chanting "FPV! FPV! FPV!" Chris Avery: What a classy display of sportsmanship!Billy: You could hear her voice cracking, you know that the title means everything in the world to her, but good on you, Lissie!Chris Avery: Congratulations, Frank!Lissie: But that wasn't all I needed to overcome, was it? My body isn't the only thing that needs to recover. My heart? It's broken. This entire week, I've been demoralized: unable to sleep, unable to eat. I holed myself up, I didn't want to let anybody in. Because I feel like I've failed myself, I feel like I've embarrassed my family, I feel like I've abandoned all my friends and everyone who's ever stood behind me... but most importantly? All of you? Here in the stands and watching at home? I've let you all down. And for that, I'm sorry.Lissie pauses to allow for her apology to truly resonate with her adoring fans. Lissie: But I will make it right, y'know? I have some unfinished business, and winning back my title will have to wait. Y'see, I have been tormented by Dandy DiVito and Alex Richards for months. They distracted me and the referee last week, and Dandy grabbed the World Championship belt that I took off his waist, and he bloodied me with it. He crushed it over my head, and he spit on the fucking legacy I've been trying to create! And tonight, he needs to atone for those sins.The crowd roars! Lissie: Tonight, we reach the apex. It all began at Uprising, when we shared the stage and changed the direction of Action Wrestling forever. You became the World Champion, Dandy, and I became your next challenge. And it scared the shit out of you, left you looking over your shoulder, flooding your thoughts with paranoia. You play a scared game, Dandy, and that's why you put that bounty on my head. That's why you tried to play defense, and that's why you tried to rob me of the briefcase. And at the end of the day, it didn't work, did it? You lost the case, and you lost the World Championship -- and now, you're left with nothing. Nothing to do expect rob me one more time."FUCK YOU, DANDY! *clapclapclap* FUCK YOU, DANDY! *clapclapclap* Lissie: You robbed me of my World Championship!"FUCK YOU, DANDY *clapclapclap* FUCK YOU DANDY *clapclapclap* Lissie: So yeah, I've got some healing to do."FUCK YOU, DANDY! *clapclapclap* FUCK YOU, DANDY! *clapclapclap* Lissie: My heart needs to heal."FUCK YOU, DANDY! *clapclapclap* FUCK YOU, DANDY! *clapclapclap* Lissie: My soul needs to heal."FUCK YOU, DANDY! *clapclapclap* FUCK YOU, DANDY! *clapclapclap* Lissie: And it all begins tonight, Dandy, because let me tell you a little secret --Chris Avery: WHAT'S THE SECRET??Lissie: --there's nothing more cathartic than beating the fuck out of the villain!Billy: OUR HERO! LISSIE!Lissie: And I don't want to wait for later, Dandy.*record scratch* Lissie: I need a referee out in this ring. RIGHT! NOW!Chris Avery: HOLY...Billy: SHITFIRE!!!Lissie: I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of the games. I'm tired of you calling the shots. Get your ass down to the ring, and let's fuckin' go!A confused referee starts making his way down the ramp as the fans are going absolutely fucking insane. He shares a glance with Adeline Floyd, who is completely shocked and at a loss for words. The referee speaks to the time-keeper for a few seconds as Lissie paces in the ring, removing her jewelry and tossing it down to the mat. Chris Avery: Are we starting this match right now???Billy: Let's see if Dandy answers the call!The crowd begins chanting "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" but it seems like forever, because the song never comes. Lissie hops a few times in the center of the ring, mouthing words to herself, getting mentally checked in to what she hopes is going to happen right now. Chris Avery: I don't think we're gett--BLACKOUT! "LEFT BEHIND" BY SLIPKNOT HITS THE SPEAKERS! STEPPING THROUGH THE STROBELIGHTS, DANDY DIVITO APPEARS AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP, A HUGE SMIRK ON HIS FACE!
Anything Goes Match Dandy DiVito vs. Lissie Hope
Billy: HERE WE GO, CHRIS!HE SHOUTS OBSCENITIES TO THE RAUCOUS FANS, FEEDING INTO THEIR HATRED! Chris Avery: LOOKS LIKE HE HAS SOMETHING TO SAY FIRST!HE STARTS BRINGING A MICROPHONE UP TO HIS MOUTH! Billy: OH MY GOD!LISSIE DROPS TO THE CANVAS, ROLLS OUT OF THE RING, AND BEGINS MARCHING STRAIGHT UP TO HIM! NOT INTERESTED IN THE SLIGHTEST IN WHAT HE HAS TO SAY! DIVITO DROPS THE MICROPHONE, YELLS "BRING IT ON!" AND LISSIE OBLIGES, THE TWO EXCHANGING RIGHT HANDS! THE GAVEL POUNDS ON THE TIME-KEEPERS BELL, THE "DING" SHAKING THE ARENA TO IT'S CORE! Chris Avery: And we're underway!Lissie and Dandy are throwing right hands like fucking cannonballs into each others heads half way up the ramp and they're not slowing down! Dandy puts a knee to the gut of Lissie and throws her back towards the top of the ramp but Lissie turns and throws Dandy instead and he flips down onto the ramp! Lissie starts stomping away! The crowd is losing their minds! Billy: GET YOU SOME GIRL!!Chris Avery: LISSIE DELIVERING A STOMP FOR EVERY SINGLE FAN HERE!Dandy is crawling away towards the top of the ramp and Lissie grabs him by the head and picks him up but Dandy pokes her in the eyes and then flips her down onto the stage at the top of the ramp! Dandy starts stomping on her back and just giving her the fucking boots! He picks her up by the hair and goes for a suplex on the stage! Lissie blocks it and picks up Dandy and hits a suplex on the stage both superstars smashing their backs into the metal grates. Billy: Lissie and Dandy just throwing everything to the wind right now!Lissie gets up and stomps on Dandy some more and as Dandy gets up Lissie throws some right hands and whips Dandy into the big LED screen! Dandy smashes his back into the LED screen and screams in agony! Chris Avery: Lissie not holding anything back!Lissie runs across the stage with NO RAGRETS and hits a spear on Dandy sending both Dandy and Lissie through the LED screen! Billy: SHITFIRE!!Chris Avery: HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD!They crash through and PYRO BLASTS explode on the stage and behind the screen! The crowd all stands up on their feet as the ref is asking for officials and help! Billy: LISSIE JUST SPEARED DANDY THROUGH THE DAMN STAGE SCREEN!Chris Avery: ARE THEY DEAD?!The ref is checking on both Lissie and Dandy who are coughing and rolling around behind the video screen as officials and refs are checking on their well being. Lissie moves the refs and medics out of the way and starts throwing punches at Dandy kneeling over him. Dandy is trying to cover up but can't block most of the punches as Lissie landing right after left. Chris Avery: How are either of these two still breathing!?Lissie walks through the burning hole in hte LED screen that an official just put out with a fire extinguisher and Lissie stands on the stage to a standing ovation. She turns around and Dandy swings the fire extinguisher into the midsection of Lissie! Then smashes it on her back and she goes down! Chris Avery: Holy shit!! Dandy will use anything at his disposal won't he!Dandy stumbles around and turns his back to Lissie and takes a breather while kneeling. Lissie is getting up for more and she rushes at Dandy but he turns around and back body drops her onto the stage! All of the air in her lungs escape and shes gasping for air! Billy: Dandy just hit a huge back body drop and just about knocked her out!Dandy picks her up and hits a forearm reeling her back! Chris Avery: Dandy with a VICIOUS forearm!Dandy levels her with another forearm but she refuses to go down! A third forearm and she reels and stumbles backwards to the edge of the stage! Billy: WAIT A MINUTE!!Chris Avery: THATS A 15 FOOT DROP!! DONT DO THAT!!Billy: GET AWAY FROM THE EDGE!Dandy takes a few steps back and charges full speed! Billy: SHITFIRENOOOOOOO!!Dandy just collides with Lissie and they both fall off the 15 foot stage ledge!! Chris Avery: NOOOOOOOOO!!They fall the 15 feet and crash through two tables sitting side by side and land very hard on the concrete! The impact looks brutal, it looks bad, it looks very bad. Both Lissie and Dandy are just laying in the rubble not moving! Billy: THATS A FIFTEEN FOOT DROP GOD DAMN IT!! WHY DID DANDY DO THAT?!Chris Avery: THESE TWO JUST HATE EACH OTHER BUT THAT MIGHT BE ATTEMPTED MURDER!Medics rush onto the scene immediately as fans are in total shock and horror. Theres a quiet hush now over the sold out arena as agents, officials, medics, and the refs are all trying to check on Dandy and Lissie. Billy: Oh my god, this.. this is not good.Chris Avery: No this is not, and you can see thats AW's head doctors there and they're checking on Lissie and Dandy and they're asking for assistance..Billy: What started out as a knock down drag out war may have just ended the careers of two great superstars and former World Champions..Chris Avery: Yeah, I'm not speculating, but this doesn't look good.There are two in-house stretchers that Dandy and Lissie are lifted up on and both stars are strapped down to the stretchers. The crowd begins a quiet LIS LIS LIS LIS LIS LIS chant in hopes of her giving a thumbs up or anything. But it's nothing. Both stars are completely unconscious. Chris Avery: Lissie and Dandy are being transferred to our medics and doctors room right now.The camera follows both stars being assisted and pushed behind the stage down a hallway with the doctors already starting to work on them. The camera stops and they both turn down a corner and out of frame. The crowd has almost no reaction. Just a bit confused. We cut to Billy and Chris Avery.. Chris Avery: We have replay available but I'm being told that our production truck is declining to show it until we know more and, Billy, my god, my god what the hell did we just see?Billy: We saw Lissie spear Dandy through an LED screen and put a fiery hole in our stage and ActionTron and then Dandy minutes later just collided with Lissie and they both fell 15 feet off the stage and fell onto concrete. This isn't part of the script. This isn't for fun, folks. Two stars, two former Champions may have just lost their careers here because of this rivalry.Chris Avery: It may have gone too far, I agree.Billy: No other way to say this but, we have more action coming to you on Turmoil.Chris Avery: Lets get to Adilene Floyd with more..
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:30:23 GMT -5
Carnivore & Roger Wright vs. Flex Appeal
Adilene Floyd: Following contest is a tag team match!
“Reset” by the Taking kicks in and Matt and Skylar Knight stride confidently to the top of the ramp holding hands. They stop and lift their arms, with Matt pointing with an approving nod to his wife Skylar, who simultaneously nods her approval and points to Matt. Slowly Matt drops to a knee to flex in front while Skylar sets her feet shoulder width apart behind Matt and curls her arms out to flex with a confident sway of her hips. Adilene Floyd: This tag team match is scheduled for one fall… first, on their way to ring from Los Angeles, CA… weighing a combined 321 pounds… Flex Appeal!Billy: Flex Appeal had an early setback last week, but there’s no doubt this turmoil stage is going looks like a golden opportunity.Chris Avery: It is Billy, and they will have a chance to regain their footing tonight.Billy: Good looking too… can’t have too many like them on a roster.Chris Avery: Damn straight.Matt rises with ease back to his feet and the pair make their way down the ramp, occasionally stopping to point at their partner’s body, flex, and tell the fans they need to work out more. Matt lets Skylar saunter up the ring steps and follows in behind her. He lifts her up and over the ropes into the ring, and they kiss over the ropes before she lifts a leg as if to stretch on the ropes, smirking slyly out to the crowd as she teasingly slides her hands up her shapely thigh, only to pull it down with the heel of her boot to allow Matt to step over it and into the ring to join his wife. Once more, center ring, Matt bends to a knee to flex as Skylar flexes behind him, both sporting confident, cocky grins. “Kickin It in the Sticks” by Brantley Gilbert blasts out throughout the arena. At the top of the ramp, Roger Wright appears from the back. Adilene Floyd: And their opponents… first from Webberville, TX… weighing 231 pounds… Roger Wright!He makes his way to the ring taking time to slap hands with the fans, and stopping to put his brown cowboy hat on the head of one lucky youngster in the crowd. He slips under the bottom rope and moves for a corner as he stretches out and gets loose. Billy: More debuts on a night that has been a showcase of Action Wrestling’s growing talent pool.Chris Avery: Yeah, but Wright and his partner will have to face a well-oiled machine in Flex Appeal.Billy: They’re not just partners in the ring—they’re married!Chris Avery: Communication might be the hardest part of tagging within new partners. Flex Appeal will have that in their corner all night.Billy: Who knows… it might be the Wright and his partner’s advantage too.Chris Avery: You know they can’t see you winking."Cult of Personality" blares over the PA system as Carnivore comes down the entrance ramp. Carnivore only even acknowledges fans who are wearing Carnivore mask or shirts. Adilene Floyd: And his partner… from Atlanta, Georgia… weighing 225 pounds… Carnivore!Billy: Damn is that mask creepy.Chris Avery: Nightmare fuel for sure. And he enters the ring, demanding to start first.Billy: Roger Wright going to the apron. Flex Appeal with a good test of grips, and there’s out bell!Skylar Knight starts the match and has to sidestep immediately from a charging smiley face. She doesn’t see the spinning backfist that knocks Skylar off her feet. Carnivore boots her in the gut and then sets up a hangman elbow. Billy: Carnivore taking advantage of his reach early on. What can she do against someone outweighing and outclassing her like that?Chris Avery: Pick your spots. Keep your head. And when he makes a mistake, counter with authority!Billy: Like that head scissors?!!Chris Avery: Carnivore shaking his head after that counter. Why’s he’s making the tag already?Billy: I don’t know, but these fans already don’t like him… except for these cult jabronies wearing his mask.Roger Wright gets into the ring, and he too relies on his size advantage to hammerlock Skylar Knight from her side. She lets him keep her arm as she kicks up the middle rope and responds with a springboard enzugiri. Roger Wright walks backwards in the direction Flex Appeal’s corner. Billy: Whew doggy, she almost popped his knee out from that nasty chop block.Chris Avery: And she makes the tag to her spouse…. Skylar has him by the back of his neck.Billy: Russian legsweep—and Matt Knight adds some Stan Henson for good measure!The ref practically chases Skylar out of the ring following that Clothesline/Russian legsweep tag move. Matt Knight works over Roger with a couple short arm uppercuts to stun him in the ring’s center. He then drops Wright with a pinning spine buster. 1! 2! Billy: Nope! The Texan gets a shoulder up in time.Chris Avery: But we’ve already seen the communication of Flex Appeal early in this matchup. And now they can control half of their opponents.Billy: Skylar tagging back in… and he throws Roger Wright into the corner.Chris Avery: Yeah, now that’s a tag team!Billy: Too bad these fans hate their guts… but executing the poetry in motion. It was beautiful!After leaping off Matt’s back and nailing an elevated wheel kick to Roger Wright in their corner, Skylar throws him to the mat with the high rent district on her mind. Fans boo them as she makes her ascent to past the middle rope. Billy: What’s she trying to do now?Chris Avery: She wants that split-legged leg drop!Billy: Roger got away! And she’s going be looking for coccyx after that miss!Skylar rolls to her side, writhing in pain, as Roger Wright makes an emergency tag to his partner. Carnivore doesn’t fly out on a head of steam, nor take it like a hot tag. He simply walks around Skylar Knight before stepping on her hands. He then hits the ropes and baseball slides and knees his in the temple. That gets a fair pop—more so, when he rolls up Skylar Knight. 1! 2! Chris Avery: Matt Knight making a critical stop! Carnivore almost had it!Billy: Matt and Carnivore exchanging punches—but that’s not a guy you wanna box.Chris Avery: Hell no! Carnivore giving him an education in Japanese strong style on chop at a time!After three chops to the chest, Carnivore clotheslines her husband over the ropes and to the floor below. All this gives time for Skylar Knight to recover. She slinks behind him, and once he turns about, she catches Carnivore off guard with a codebreaker. He doesn’t fall at first, stumbling into his team’s corner before falling face first to the canvas. Chris Avery: Roger Wright is back in! He snuck in a tag!Billy: Shitfire! Roger Wright unloading fists of fury on Skylar Knight!Chris Avery: He’s got a tight hold… belly-to-belly suplex!Billy: Roger just alley-ooped that smaller woman over his damn head!She lands hard but not enough to keep that half of Flex Appeal down for good. Chris Avery: Roger Wright is going after her!Billy: What a counter from Skylar Knight… and she’s lunging for the tag!Chris Avery: Matt Knight is in, and he wants another piece of Wright! That look on his face says it all!He throws Roger Wright into the ropes and has him go airborne on a high-angle flapjack. Before the impact, and in near majestic fashion, Skylar Knight looks for a mid-air DDT finish. Billy: Shitfire! Roger Wright just saved the damn match with his quickness!Chris Avery: I can’t believe he leaped Skylar Knight like a small child.Billy: Here comes Carnivore!Carnivore charges headfirst into Skylar Knight with his elbow. She gets rocked, letting him lock in and deliver a headlock driver. Billy: Shitfire! He just dropped Skylar Knight with that nasty DDT!Chris Avery: The official getting both out of the ring—Wright Stuff!Billy: Shitfire! That leaping cutter came of nowhere!ONE! TWO! THREE! Adilene Floyd: And your winners… Carnivore and Roger Wright!Roger Wright wastes no time in the ring. Meanwhile his partner gets a few pop-shots with audience, leaving at least one child in tears. Billy: What a bastard!Chris Avery: Yeah, bruh… but that bastard just earned his first win in Action Wrestling.Billy: Turmoil has been quite the platform for these newbies. And two more making explosive debuts in the Dub.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:32:46 GMT -5
FemDom vs. Alexander Daniels & Stepan Malikov
The arena goes black as night as purple and hot pink lights begin to shine down on the arena floor below as the crowd begins to go wild as "Bleed for Me" by Black Label Society comes blaring out of the PA system. Purple and hot pink smoke began to roll from beneath the stage and a haze began to fill the air. Billy: It’s business time at Turmoil! We heating it up with some tag team action tonight!Chris Avery: Yeah bruh.This grave of life, I give to you Ignore what was, you know it's true Realms of fear, they speak the truth What has past, I hand to you They stepped out of the back to a huge pop from the crowd. Anicka Swan looked as ready as ever, she was dressed in a pair of wrestling tights that came down to her knees, dark purple in color and a purple bustiere with diamonds encrusted in the material. Her long black hair was in two ponytails that stood out on each side of her head with her make up dark and bitchy. Bleed for me, I've bled for you Embrace me, child, I'll see you through Bleed for me, I've bled for you Embrace me, child, I'll see you through I'll see you Beside her stood Allison Riggs-Preston dressed the same but in hot pink, her long blonde hair pulled back into a sinigle braid that fell to just passed her shoulder blades. They walked out stood at the top of the ramp way as behind them purple and hot pink pyros rained down behind them giving the fans their photo op. I'll dig a hole, and bow my head To see you smile, I'd face my death Realms of fear, they speak the truth What has past, I hand to you Both women looked over their shoulders as their pyros turned red and everyone’s favorite redhead stepped from the back. VooDoo was dressed the same as her proteges except for all in black. Her long red hair was pulled back in a tight braid, a slight smile on her lips that spoke of untold pleasures. Adilene Floyd: One their way to ring weighing in at a combined weight of 305 pounds, FemDom!Bleed for me, I've bled for you Embrace me, child, I'll see you through Bleed for me, I've bled for you Embrace me, child, I'll see you through I'll see you The trio started for the ring, VooDoo in the middle leading the way and her girls on flanking sides. All around them the fans began to cheer, the look on their faces let you know that they meant business in the ring. Billy: FemDom has been pretty dominant since their return.Chris Avery: New era indeed, and all this new blood has brought everyone back to the squared circle.Billy: You’d be an old fool you’re not into this brand of Action Wrestling. We’re popping head to toe!Bleed for me, I've bled for you Embrace me, child, I'll see you through Bleed for me, I've bled for you Embrace me, child, I'll see you through I'll see you Allison slid beneath the ring ropes and came to her feet, graceful as a giant cat. She walked around the ring until she came to a stop in the center. Anicka grabs the top rope and jumps onto the mat and then makes another quick jump over the top rope in one swift fluid movement and joined Allison in the center of the ring as all four ring posts shoot up with purple and hot pink pyros. The two women make their way to their corner and VooDoo walks over to them and stands outside of the ring. "Have I got a deal for you" yells a voice over the speakers. As “Hangs it Up” begins playing there is a heavy mix of boos and cheers as Stepan Malikov struts out grinning a wide smile with a lit cigarette in his mouth, as he reaches the center he points to his shirt as he shouts "50 Bucks a pop". He takes a long drag from his cigarette and begins his slow walk to the ring, singing along to his theme music. Billy: How about toast to the new era?Chris Avery: Bruh, what is that sweaty meat smell?Billy: I bought me a genuine Malikov, right here! So brother, will you break a Hot Pocket © with me?Chris Avery: Hell no!Billy: It’s a Lean Pocket though—Philly Cheesesteak!Chris Avery: You’d be better off with a Glucerna.Malikov stops halfway down the ramp. “QOD II” plays out Alexander Daniels in his business top wrestling bottom look, where he meets his tag partner for a handshake. Fans like that better than both men separately, although the entire crowd remains incredulous of this burgeoning union. Adilene Floyd: And their opponents, weighing in at combined 435 pounds… Stepan Malikov and Alexander Daniels!They enter from opposites of the ring post to more mixed fanfares. Chris Avery: Acton faithful have taken notice of their skill after last week’s—do you have to eat that right now?Billy: Hot Pockets ain’t good cold!Chris Avery: Malikov and Daniels, yet unnamed, have shown a good tempo between them.Billy (with a mouthful): They were quite a show—Chris Avery: Bruh, swallow before you speak.Alison Riggs-Preston takes the first go with Alexander at the far turnbuckle. Malikov – still puffing on his cig – gives his partner the scuzzy boxing trainer psyche-up before the ref makes him put it out. Daniels edges towards the center with the bell toll. Chris Avery: Daniels wants a traditional lock up, but Alison sweeps to his side for a leg takedown.Billy: She’s on his wrist already!Chris Avery: Seriously, my dude. Finish your death bread!Alison controls the wrist to tee up a soccer kick to Daniels’s ribs. He doubles over but her she adds a diving elbow for good measure. Malikov slaps the ropes with an appeal to the fans with little result. Daniels finds himself in a suplex clutch, but he’s able to elbow out and hit the ropes. APR shows her agility with a leapfrog that she uses to get on her opponent’s shoulders. Billy: Float over DDT!Chris Avery: That was so athletic! Riggs-Preston is looking to get the dub early tonight!1! 2! Billy: Not enough as Daniels break it at two. What a hot start for FemDom!Chris Avery: You can say that again!Alison tags in Swan while dragging Daniels as hard as she can by one arm. Anicka goes onto the second rope a does a double knee stomp onto the exposed arm. APR hops over to the apron with a ref scolding her out of the ring. Swan pinpoints a couple stomps with her mean boots—when Daniels grabs her ankle into a small package. Chris Avery: Roll up!Billy: Daniels has her down!1! 2! Swan flies out of the near fall, leaving Alexander to regain his footing. He answers back with a roaring lariat. Both land out flat on impact. Billy: Bad idea, FemDom wrecked his arm.Chris Avery: Sometimes, you just go with the flow. But Daniels needs to get out of there in a bad way.Billy: Riggs-Preston tags back in! And she’s going right back to work!APR goes behind with a hangman elbow, but Daniels is able to roll away in time. She turns and eats a toe kick – right into a snap suplex. Alexander crawls for his corner with his good arm outreaching for Malikov. Fans begin cheering for the master of microwaves—his discount store emblazoned on his cheap white t-shirt—when he gets leaps into the ring. Billy: Shitfire! Malikov is landing right hands like a streetfighter!Chris Avery: Detiorit eats the weak—that’s for sure! And he just cut Alison Riggs-Preston with an STO backbreaker! This guy is all fire!Billy: He just put the pace on High!Chris Avery: Really?Malikov flies and hits swan with an elbow, but as he turns around, APR takes him into a backslide pin. 1! 2! Chris Avery: Malikov kicks out, but he’ll need to calm down. Stepan is getting sloppy.Billy: He’s an energy guy—and it’s kick boxing match!Chris Avery: Shuffle kick cuts Malikox to his knees!Billy: Shitfire! Exlpoder from Stepan! And this place is popping like popcorn!Chris Avery: He calls that the Package Deal… and Preston-Riggs went right into her own corner. No one’s getting up!Anicka swan makes the easy tag on her slumping partner. She leaps onto Stepan’s back and claws down his shoulder. A nasty kick under the chin throws Malikov down hard. Swan springs off the middle ropes and drives into Stepan’s back with a double-foot stomp. Billy: Nightmare moonsault! That’s was intense!Chris Avery: Stepan in trouble… Anicka Swan calling for that super kick!Billy: We could see the end right here!Chris Avery: No way!Billy: Malikov locks in the Michigan Cloverleaf! We’ve seen this before!Size alone power Swan into a poor position, as Stepan pulls the hold into the center ring. She reaches for ropes but cannot get any closer. Fans clap for both wrestlers with neither gaining true favor. Swan goes into desperation mode by squeezing her thighs. This python effect is enough to weaken Stepan’s footing, letting her lung and seize the bottom rope. Chris Avery: She used the only advantage against a larger opponent. Great adaptation.Billy: Got him like a toothpaste tube, and Malikov is out of breath.Chris Avery: Both going for their corners. Daniels is back into the ring! And here Comes Riggs-Preston!Riggs-Preston flies with a forearm smash that goes too high. Alexander Daniels recovers from his Matrix dodge into a back-to-back suplex. He leaves no room for APR to get up with knee drop on her arm. Billy: Payback is a—well y’all know what I mean!Chris Avery: He’s looking to end this one once and for all!Billy: Powerbomb armed to ready! Shitfire – she slipped behind him!Chris Avery: Superkick! Daniels is falling backwards but he stays upright!Billy: Gut check, big kick—and here comes her Pedigree!Alison Riggs-Preston signals to the fans, but Daniels flips her over his shoulders. Before she can recover, Alexander Daniels locks in a cobra clutch. APR swinging arms for all her life. Daniels powers the hold halfway to the ground—a reverse head butt ejects her from the cobra clutch. Chris Avery: Pedigree! Daniels is down!Billy: Riggs-Preston hooks the leg!1! 2! Anicka Swan cannonballs Stepan at the knee with a diving front dropkick. 3! Billy: Shitfire! They did it!Adilene Floyd: And your winners… FemDom!Billy: Look at ‘em go… another big win for FemDom!Chris Avery: Hiatus be damned! They seal another great over two talented rookies. And whoever wins the tag belts tonight will have FemDom squared in their radar. What a match!Billy: Turmoil is boiling up tonight, baby!
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:35:20 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:36:03 GMT -5
Richie Diderot Segment
We cut backstage to where the fans see semi-retired superstar Richie "Rich" Diderot in a holiday themed double breasted suit. The arena cheers in the background before the audio moves to his microphone. Richie: Action Wrestling, what a fine day it is. Hope all y'all enjoying the Wrestler of the Year climax. Is gonna be spectacular.... But today, chil'dran, Sherlock Homey's on a different mission... he got me working for the kids out there whose holidays ain' gonna be like old Gravy n' Grits and Hippo's Christmas. Whose Thanksgiving ain' gonna be full of all that turkey and stuffing. So the Diderot Foundation going do a toy drive! Starting tonight, we gonna accept gifts on our webpage, social media and from associated vendors. Go to diderot4all.org or follow us da twit'tar, Facebook and that god blessed Istagra-am. I will be here every week until XIII - so get all y'alls cards out, and ya PayPal and Ah-pal Pay and yas Ven-nemo, and donate tonight. And I see yas at XIII. Happy Turkey y'all.A huge pop sweeps over the arena as the camera pans to Richie's big smile and glistening forehead. Billy: You heard it here first! Harry Diderot will return for XIII on December 13th!Chris Avery: Praise him and those damn Diderots!Cut feed back to the arena.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:37:09 GMT -5
Phoenix LeStrange Segment
We see Masuda Teijin turning the corner and opening the locker room door. The locker room is dark with an eerie red light emanating from the shower area. Masuda investigates only to be knocked back. The lights come on to reveal Phoenix LeStrange is pounding on Masuda. She is smiling as her fangs are visible. She grabs a chair and begins wailing om Masuda. The EMTs separate Phoenix and Masuda as Phoenix looks into the camera. Phoenix: That is how WE do business. WE are here to stay. Action Wrestling.. Welcome to your HAVEN!
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:37:41 GMT -5
Jordan Fox & Christian Guillen vs. American Terrorists Billy: Welcome back to Turmoil and what a show we've had so far!Chris Avery: Still a lot more to go as well!Billy: Christian Guillen and Jordan Fox are already in the ring and they're expecting a tag team match!Chris Avery: American Terrorists attacked Christian a few weeks ago, as they've now become a team! With this, however, Fox gained the respect of Christian and stood up to Hajeet and Chow last week on Clash!Christian and Jordan are talking strategy in the ring.. Billy: Thats what has led us to tonight!The lights fade to black as a Chinese drum begins and dark soothing terrorist Indian unsettling music hits and the Patel twins emerge first behind the curtain and then turn facing each other and point to the curtain as Chow Ding and Hajeet come strolling out smiling with their insane eyes and sadistic smiles. The violent war crimes they want to commit in this country are painted on their faces as they walk down the ramp to a chorus of boos. They get to the ring where the Patel twins hop on the apron and sit on the middle rope and hold the top rope high for Hajeet to get in. Then the Patel twins get into the ring where they pull the top rope down and Chow walks over the top rope and gets into the ring. Hajeet takes off his turban and kneels down and Chow stands behind him with his one fist raised high into the air and pyro shoots off the ring posts. They laugh like insanely evil men as the music fades and the lights come back up. DING DING DING Christian runs across the ring and Chow puts a boot right to his face stumbling him backwards! He runs forward and Chow hits a giant chokeslam! Billy: WHOA SHIT!Chow tags in Hajeet and Hajeet gets in the ring very fast! He spins around and runs at Jordan and knocks him off the apron! Hajeet turns around and ducks Christians clothesline and whips him into the corner where he runs hitting double knees to the chest! Chow runs right behind him hitting a huge body splash! Billy: Shit! American Terrorists are working well as a team!Christian stumbles out of the corner and falls down just as Jordan tags himself in! Jordan springboards off the top rope and flies over Hajeet but Chow slaps the fuck out of Jordan and swats him down like a fly! Chow picks up Jordan and hits a chokeslam just as Hajeet hits double knees backbreaker on Jordan on the way down! Billy: Jesus!Chris Avery: That might be it!Hajeet and Chow pin Jordan together! The ref counts it! One! Two! Three! Billy: American Terrorists are winners!The crowd boos as their weird music hits again and Chow and Hajeet violently laugh and hoo-rah with each other. Thats when the Patel Twins grab Christian and throw him back in the ring! Billy: Come on! The match is over!Christian is rolled over to his stomach where Chow steps on his back! Hajeet kneels down and grabs the head of Christian and pulls his head back showing the crowd and camera and Hajeet slowly runs his finger across the throat of Christian as if he's beheading him Hajeet locks on the camel clutch and the ref is trying to stop him! Billy: COME ON!!Chris Avery: THATS JUST SICK!Jordan Fox gets back on the apron but Chow runs and hits a big boot sending his lame ass flying. Hajeet and Chow and the Patel Twins pose as a terrorizing foursome in the middle of the ring. Chris Avery: Good god!Billy: This is just downright disgusting but whose going to stop them!?Chris Avery: One has to think about those Tag Team Rankings too! They just might be shooting up to the top!Billy: Oh god.Scene fades out.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:38:19 GMT -5
Logan Demon Joker vs. Corey Bull Chris Avery: This next match is just to sickos battling it out.Billy: Logan is something special thats for sure.Chris Avery: And Bull has lost his mind. I can’t imagine he is in a great mood.Billy: Two weeks of attacking Logan Demon Joker and now we are going to finally see something official.“Walk the Walk by Deuce plays on the airwaves and we are entranced by the red and black strobe lights and the billowing smoke that fills the ramp entrance as Logan Demon Joker crawls out of the smoke, gyrating and creeping to the ring. Adilene Floyd: Coming to the ring, standing 6’3” and weighing in at 217 pounds, hailing from your nightmares….LOGAN DEMON JOKER!Chris Avery: This man is just creepy.Billy: I heard he collects STD’s the way I collect BBQ sauces.Chris Avery: He hasn’t had a great go so far here in Action Wrestling, but tonight could be the match that jumpstarts everything.Billy: I really don’t like his odds.The lighting throughout the arena slowly fades into darkness evoking a sense of fearsome and suspenseful apprehension over the viewing audience as the opening riff of “Hunt You Down” by Saliva begins to play throughout the arena. Eerie grayish black strobe lighting starts cascading throughout the arena as a series of grainy black and white video images shows Corey Bull laying out Spencer Adams, Casey Holliday, Oblivion, Scott Slayer and two other no named jabronies on the screen of the ACTIONtron. “The Hatebringer” Corey Bull appears to rise up in slow motion from the depths of hell in front of the ACTIONtron screen, live and in living color, on stage wearing a faded white, acrylic painted, smooth cast, bloodstained Cheshire Cat grinning, butcher’s mask, an oily bloodstained gray fleece hoodie with a bandolier bullet belt wrapped around his waist under a zipped up full grain heavy duty black leather motorcycle jacket,oil-stained, grimy jean pants, and heavy duty tan steel-toe work boots. The eerie grayish black strobe lighting catches Corey Bull looking a little off-kilter and more and more unsettling like a monster-lurking-in-the-shadows while holding in his bloodstained taped wrapped hands the most realistic looking mannequin with dirty reddish hair, dressed in a black cutoff tank-top, black leather boy shorts, black fishnet stockings, black knee-high boots, and showing off the facial features of Lissie Hope. He appears to be preying upon the exploitative weaknesses of this realistic looking mannequin of Lissie Hope by discovering the unspeakable truths about her not so sweet innocence with horrifyingly cheerful and jovially celebratory excitement. They start making their way down the aisle and towards the squared-circle with Bull dragging the realistic looking mannequin of Lissie Hope by a fistful of her dirty red hair. Adilene Floyd: And making his way down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring tonight by… by…by ex AW World Heavyweight Champion, Lissie Hope, standing 6'10", and weighing in at 385 pounds, hailing from the Great Northwoods, here is, “The Hatebringer” Corey BBBBUUUUULLLLLL!He very crudely drapes the realistic looking mannequin over the corner ring post like a rag doll in an obscene gesture of victimization and takes a moment of appreciative fascination for his prize possession before climbing over the top rope like a small fence and pacing back and forth like a predatory animal trapped in the confines of a cage in a zoo. Chris Avery: I...what the actual fuck!Billy: This is the creepiest snuff film I have ever seen.Chris Avery: I don’t even know what to say. Bull has gone off the deep end and I think he is bringing Action Wrestling with him.Billy: I’m kind of curious where he gets his dolls.Chris Avery: Are you kidding me right now?!Bull unclasps the bullet belt and the leather jacket goes out of the ring and he turns as the bell is ringing. He is rushed by Joker, who gets him in the corner and starts wailing on the big man. Rights and lefts and then Joker backs out and hits a standing dropkick. Logan stands and heads back in, but two hands reach out and grab him around the head and Bull tosses him back into the corner and starts hitting straight rights and lefts. Chris Avery: This is just a good ol fashion slug match right now.Billy: Shitfire!Bull backs away and launches forward at Joker, but he ducks out and Bull hist the corner and Joker starts battering Bull with kidney punches. Joker runs and bounces off the ropes and hits a high crossbody, but literally just bounces off of Bull. Bull staggers a little, but Joker hits the ropes again and hits a basement dropkick that sends Bull to a knee. Billy: He’s chopping him down.Chris Avery: This is exactly what he needs to do to win this match.Joker lines up and hits a stiff kick, two, three across the chest of Bull. Joker hops back and snaps off a standing side kick that drops Bull to all four. Joker backs up and takes aim, running at Bull and going for a curb stomp. But Bull moves and he stomps the mat hard. Chris Avery: Bull almost the victim of a Blackout, but he moved at the last second.Billy: Joker needs to get back at it. Don’t let Bull stand!Bull stands up and Joker turns right into a right fist. Bull pushing Joker now back into the corner and just laying in the clubbing blows till Joker is on all four in the corner. Bull takes two quick steps back and punts him in the face and Joker is leaning in the corner. Bull walks to the other corner and leans into it, talking to the Lissie doll. Chris Avery: What the hell is he doing?Billy: Getting advice from a champion!Chris Avery: Stop encouraging this behavior!Bull turns around and rushes the other corner, slamming into Joker with knees to the face. Joker crumples in the corner and Bull looks around, his head slightly tilted. He seems to nod and he pulls Joker out of the corner and to his feet. Joker starts to throw rights, but Bull just knees him in the gut and takes the fire out of him. Bull bounces off the ropes and nearly kicks Jokers head off again with a big boot. Bull pulling Joker to his feet, whips him into the ropes and hits a Downward Spiral. Chris Avery: Mercifully this match is over.Billy: Shitfire, Bull isn’t pinning him!Chris Avery: Why the hell not!Bull stands up and looks at Joker, then walks to the corner and seems to be talking to the mannequin again. He turns around and pulls Joker up to his feet, flipping him up and over his shoulder and locking in Gory special before hitting a Gory Neckbreaker. Billy: Flatliner!Chris Avery: Just end this now!Bull turns around and covers Joker. 1… 2… 3!!! Adilene Floyd: And the winner of this bout...COREY BUUUULLLL!Chris Avery: Bull barely looks like he broke a sweat in his return to the ring after his three week suspension.Billy: Not like it matter, he showed up and beat up someone anyways.Chris Avery: I don’t know what is in store for the rest of Action Wrestling, but that mannequin makes me think Lissie could be in some trouble in the future.Bull climbs out of the ring, dragging the doll up the ramp with him by the hair as he walks into the back.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:39:12 GMT -5
Malachi White Segment
Turmoil cuts backstage to find Malachi White being looked over by the medical staff in a pre-match examination to make absolutely certain he’s fit to compete tonight. White sits in silence for a few moments until the physician backs away, removing his gloves. Malachi White: Good?AW Physician: All good.Malachi White nods as the physician steps off camera. After a few moments, White finally looks up, acknowledging the camera opposite him. Malachi White: James. Nightingale.A pause. Malachi White: I won’t humor you by addressing you by your-self proclaimed moniker, lest it strengthen this illusion that you are anything more than mortal. Last week, you were spoiled by the undivided attention that was given to you by the AW universe as you spouted your ignorant and hateful propaganda. Then, when that was not satisfying enough, you crept through the halls, forearm wrapped in steel, looking to blindside and bully. Tonight, however, you’re forced to sit back and witness the first response to your juvenile tactics.White gestures to the locker room he’s sitting in with a wave of his hand. Malachi White: A response that will not be given in shadowy recesses or delivered from behind in locker rooms or hallways. Tonight, I respond inside that ring like real competitors, real men should. Face to face, with the only weapons being our fists. And as you fade in and out of consciousness, you’ll hear something different that what you delivered to me last week.White rises to his full height, leaning into the camera with a stern look. Malachi White: And the winner is.White taps his chest with a finger. Malachi White: Malachi. White.White steps off camera as the shot fades.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:39:52 GMT -5
Malachi White vs. “The Angel of Death” James Nightingale Adilene Floyd: The following contest is set for one fall. . .“When I Grow Up” by NF kicks into gear over the PA system as Malachi White steps through the curtain into the stage. After pausing for a few seconds to take in the crowd, White makes his way slowly down to ramp into ringside, slapping a few outstretched hands before he arrives at ringside. He enters the ring via the steel steps, stepping through the ropes and climbing the closest turnbuckle. Pulling the wolf skin off his shoulders, he hands it off the referee while he rolls his neck and shoulders, waiting for the match to begin. Adilene Floyd: First, from Juneau, Alaska . . . weighing in at one-hundred and eighty-five pounds . . . “The Midnight Son” Malachi WHITE!Chris Avery: The next match came about following a backstage attack last week on the go-home show of Clash. James Nightingale, who had already had success in the opening triple threat, singled Malachi White as the next example of his agenda to rid Action Wrestling of “weakness” as he put it.Billy: Malachi White, who had fallen short in his own debut against Felix Fortain, didn’t really get a chance to defend himself, but tonight should be different.“I Hope You Suffer” by AFI begins its slow burn introduction as the arena falls into darkness. Three eerie synthesised chords are heard and on each one, a blinding flash of light appears. Following the third flash of light, a figure in the darkness in the centre of the entrance stage appears, his appearance now revealed by strobe lighting, it is James Nightingale. (I got two letters from you...) Nightingale remains still on the stage, his eyes focused intensely on his opponent in the ring. He slowly unbuttons his trench coat without breaking eye contact, revealing “The Angel of Death” in blood stained writing on his chest. He continues to stand on the stage. (I hope you do I hope you suffer...) He cranks his neck from right to left, and begins his intimidating march to the ring, his intense soulless eyes locking onto his opponent's. He stops for a moment when he reaches the edge of the ring before continuing his menacing walk around the outside, still fixated on the eyes waiting for him from within it. He arrives to the apron closest to the hard camera, tilts his head and climbs up before finally pulling his intense gaze away from his opponent. Adilene Floyd: From The King City, England, weighing in at 200 pounds, this is “The Angel of Death”..... James Nightingale!As his introduction is being made, he slowly removes his mask and drops it to the floor, revealing a sadistic smile. He performs a throat slash gesture and finally throws his arms into the air forming a crucifix shape as his name is called. He slowly turns around and stares at his opponent intensely once again. He steps between the ropes into the ring without breaking eye contact and immediately walks face to face with his opponent looking straight into their eyes, violating their personal space as the sadistic smile returning to his face, cranking his neck once more. The referee steps in between them. Nightingale retreats to his corner, not breaking eye contact and slowly removes the rest of his entrance attire. He begins to loosen himself up, pulling violently on the ropes. He paces back and forth ready for the the fight ahead. Chris Avery: We’ve heard from White tonight, but his opponent has been quiet thus far. It seems like he’ll be delivering his next message inside the ropes, not backstage.Billy: And I think that’s something people are overlooking with Nightingale. Underneath the hard edges is a globetrotter who has trained and competed around the world. Meanwhile, Malachi White had never wrestled outside Alaska prior to last week. It’ll be interesting to see how The Midnight Son will be able to adapt against such an opponent.The referee for the evening checks the two opponents over in their corners for weapons, giving Nightingale particular focus. Then, stepping back, he waved to the timekeeper for the bell. DING DING DING The men move towards the center of the ring, circling as they size each other up. After a few moments, they move forward and tie up, with James taking quick control with an arm wrench. They spin as White tries to get ahead of Night, but the Brit maintains control of the appendage. White rolls forward, reversing the hold and applying pressure to James’ arm, but Nightingale is step through and around White and transition into a hammerlock. White throws a back elbow, but James moves his head out of the way, lashing out in the same moment to lock into a half nelson with his free hand. With two limbs pinned, White is forced to drape a leg over the ropes to force a rope break. After a moment, James breaks cleanly. Chris Avery: James Nightingale is show off a bit of that technical expertise in the early going. Malachi White might be better served to avoid a straight wrestling match here tonight.The two close the distance a second time as White throws a wild haymaker. Nightingale dives forward, ducking the strike and moving to seize White’s back in a waist lock. He lifts, looking for a suplex, but Malachi blocks the lift by sticking a leg between James’ and locking up against the ankle. Quickly transitioning to a grip on White’s single wrist, The Angel of Death yanks hard to spin Malachi around. Billy: Ode to Havoc!Chris Avery: No, Malachi White gets a forearm up to block the clothesline.Malachi unloads on James with several follow-up forearms, driving him back until his back was against the ropes. Before the referee steps into intervene, Whites yanks on James’ arm, whipping him across the ring into the opposite ropes. Nightingale rebounds as Malachi rotates . . . Billy: White with the Discus LariatBut it was Nightingale’s turn to evade the strike, ducking under the arm as he moves past The Midnight Son. Spinning quickly, James reaches out to grab ahold of White’s neck and dropping them to the mat with a neckbreaker that he quickly transitions into a Dragon sleeper. Chris Avery: James Nightingale with another impressive chain here. He’s really keeping White under control and working at his pace.Malachi kicks wildly about, feeling for the ropes, while he tries to pry Jame’s grip loose. Nightingale responds by arching more into the submission, but he overextends, allowing White to roll James over into a pinning predicament. ONE . . . TWO . . . The Angel kicks out. The pair return to their feet, moving back to the center of the ring without hesitation. James is jawing off at White, who responds with a stiff forearm smash across the Angel’s head. James’ head snap arounds, but a smile can be seen across his face as he straightens out as he responds with an elbow of his own. This opens the floodgates as the men begin to wail on one another with alternating strikes. Unlike before, Malachi White looks more at home in this kind of fight. Billy: Is it just me or do James’ strikes look extremely stiff here tonight.Chris Avery: A result from the time he spent in Japan, I imagine. There isn’t a better place in the world to hone your striking than in the dojos in the East. But let’s not overlook Malachi White here, though; he’s showing his own puroresu spirit here tonight by willingly trading blows with his seasoned opponent.Billy: They look like their taking an effect, though. White looks like he’s on unsteady legs.White’s offense dies away after a particularly jarring elbow and Nightingale takes the opportunity to really press on the gas from that point. He throws a shoot kick to buckle The Midnight Son, sending him to one knee, before taking a step back and flying forward with a lifting knee strike that catches White between the eyes. Malachi folds and James dives into the cover. ONE . . . TWO . . . Th—Kickout from White. He’s still got some fight in him here tonight. James latches onto an arm, twisting the appendage as far as he could while bending White’s index finger backwards in the same instance. White writhes in pain, throwing weak elbows against The Angel’s legs to little effect. Chris Avery: James Nightingale was once a trained nurse, and he isn’t above utilizing that innate understanding with the human body to maximize the pain inflicted to his opponents.Billy: Fingers just aren’t meant to bend that way, Chris.Annoyed by White’s resistance, James rises to his feet and stomps away from his full height across Malachi’s shoulders and head. Then, pulling him to his feet, he’s quick to drive him back to the mat with a snap suplex. Float over into the pin. ONE . . . TWO . . . THR—Another kickout from Malachi. James glares daggers at the referee before finding his feet again, pulling Malachi up into the piledriver position. He runs a thumb across his throat signaling for the end. Chris Avery: We saw this move last week from The Angel of Death. If he’s able to connect with this piledriver, I don’t think White will be able to kick out.Billy: Nightingale heaves White up.NO! White kicks enough to get his feet back on the ground and follows up with a back body drop that sends Nightingale up and over. Releasing a roar, White shoots the ropes, flying back in with a shoulder block to Night, who had just found his feet. White shoots the ropes again, connecting with a second shoulder block. Then, for the finale, a Lou Thesz Press into a ground mount, wailing away at James with haymakers from the top. Chris Avery: Malachi with a little life here tonight.Pushing off the downed Nightingale, White rushes over to the corner, ascending to the top with haste as James pushes to his feet. Rising to his full height, Malachi releases a second cry as he takes flight. Billy: Missile Dropkick!Chris Avery: NO! James side steps and catches him in the air. Cheyne-Stoking!Nightingale locks in that rear naked choke nice and tight in the middle of the ring as White struggles to escape. His struggles wane until he’s barely moving at all, forcing the referee to check. Billy: I think this one might be over here, Chris.The referee grabs Whites arm and drops it. Once. Twice. Th—No Malachi catches himself! The Midnight Son is still in this, shaking his fist with sheer determination as the crowd gets behind the competitor. Chris Avery: What heart on display here tonight! James has been the better wrestler up to this point, but no one here can deny that Malachi White is the embodiment of perseverance.White slows drags himself to the ropes, looking for the rope break, but Nightingale breaks the hold himself and finds his feet. He stomps away at his opponent, looking to knock him senseless with a stray boot. Then stepping back, he lunges forward, penalty kick in mind . . . but White evades, rolling to his feet. Nightingale turns. Billy: A massive clothesline from White that sends both men crashing to the outside.The men lay sprawled out at ringside for a few moments, forcing the ten count to start from the referee. ONE . . . TWO . . . The men find their feet and begin a second exchange of strikes as the fans cheer and jeer respectively for each traded blow. THREE . . . FOUR . . . And Malachi White takes control this time. He whips James into the barricade. FIVE . . . White sizes his opponent up. SIX . . . He charges forward, a splash in mind. SEVEN . . . But Nightingale counters with a Flapjack, dropping White throat first across the barricade. EIGHT . . . James catches his breath for a moment before moving back towards the ring. NINE . . . And Malachi, still stunned, sweeps out with an arm, taking James’ legs out from under him. TEN! Chris Avery: Well that definitely isn’t how I expected this match to end tonight, Billy. After a heated contest, Malachi and James finish with a double count out.White sits up, still clutching at his throat, as James argues with the referee at ringside. The referee won’t budge on his decision though, which only angers The Angel of Death more. So, he turns his attention back to the man who cost him the match. Billy: Penalty Kick! Nightingale just pinned White’s head between flesh and steel just now.Dragging the stunned White to his feet, James throws the Midnight Son back into the ring before pausing to look underneath the ring. A moment later, he stands, chain in hand. Diving into the ring, James methodically wraps the links around White’s neck. Then, dragging him to his feet, he points to ringside. Billy: Oh no.Chris Avery: Someone get security out here now!James tosses White over the top rope, looking to hang White with the chain. For a moment, Malachi is suspended in the air by the makeshift noose, but he’s able to find his footing and slip free, much to the crowd’s relief. A drove of security makes it to ringside a moment later, preventing the attack to continue. Half escort White to the back while the other half restrain Nightingale, ripping the chain away from here. Chris Avery: That was almost bad, Billy. Something tells me that these two men still have some unfinished business after tonight.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:45:46 GMT -5
Flop Segment
Derrick Vayden is showering, in his peripheral vision he sees someone walk up towards him from angle that allows him to notice them approaching him but not really notice who they are, from the colour their hair he makes the assumption that it’s Geri Miller, but under closer inspection it can be noticed that it is actually Flop dressed as Geri Miller. Flop approaches Vayden from behind and starts to gently massage his back. Vayden: Is that you Geri?Flop: Mmmhmmm.Just behind all of this in the distance is Hot Shot Wayne Austin looking through the door around the corner. Hot Shot was following Flop to attack him just a second before he saw Flop make his way towards this dressing room. Flop mumbles as his hands move up and drop the back of Derrick Vayden gently massaging the cruiserweight champion behind the steam and under the flowing stream of hot water. Flop’s hands move down and gently squeeze the butt checks of Vayden. Vayden jumps forward a little but is receptive to the action. Vayden: Not yet, Ger.Flop: Mmmhmmm.Flop starts to shampoo Vayden luxurious locks and moves in closer to Vayden. The camera zooms in on Hot Shot mouthing the words "What in Keystone? Oh no." Hot Shot is disgusted and walks away and leaves them be. Flop “accidently” drops the soap in front of Vayden. Flop: Oh Vaybae. I dropped the soap.The depth of Flop’s voice causes Derrick to jump forward in shock, awe and most definitely disgust. Vayden turns around, his hand covering his junk. Vayden: WHAT! THE! HELL!?Flop: Hello Derrick.Vayden: GET! OUT!
The scene fades with Flop leaving and Vayden covering up.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:50:06 GMT -5
Razzles Mars Segment (Recorded Earlier Today!)
There was an extra sense of caution in every skipping step that Razzles took. She had been a little on edge since the previous week’s episode of Clash. The peppy steps that were so instantly recognizable were a little bit slower, and more calculated. Her eyes occasionally checking her peripherals for anyone that may be lingering, before getting close enough to her destination that she let caution fall to the wind a bit. Humming and singing in a tone just slightly above being considered under her breath. Razzles Mars: ♫ Suga’ Suga’... Honey Honey… You are my Candy Giiiiirl… and you got me wantin’ yooou...♫She kept up her low singing and upbeat skipping, before she stopped at a door. It was marked with the last name “SHARPE” on a plaque, placed on its outside. Fixing some of her pink hair over her shoulder, and giving it a little bit of a twisting wring, she then raised her fist and knocked on the door a few rapid-fire times. Her soft, British-accented voice calling out to the closed door. Razzles Mars: Kanadia! It’s me! Razzles!She called out, before pocketing her hands into her oversized hoodie. The door to the locker room opened and Kanaida Sharpe stepped into the doorway, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white tank top, his own red streaked black hair was in its usual loose hanging form. His face was turned into an actual smile at the sight of the pink-haired heroine. Kanaida: “Hello Razzles, are you ready for tonight?” He asked, honestly curious. Razzles smiled sweetly, her arms reaching up for a quick hug loosely around his neck. She had to roll up to her tiptoes to accomplish it, before she lowered herself back down to her feet releasing the hug. Grinning as she nodded her head in response to his question. Razzles Mars: Ready as I’ll ever be. I’ve thought long and hard about how I want this evening to go. I can’t have another mishap like I did on Clash.She said, reaching into her oversized jacket’s pocket. Grabbing some of her fabled “pocket candy,” this time being a tube of M&M’s minis. Popping the lid to the neon-colored plastic tube, she let a few of the small candies roll out of the container and into her mouth, before re-capping the candy with her finger and quickly chewing them down and swallowing the sweets. Razzles Mars: Do you mind if I come in for a sec? There’s something I want to talk to you about.Kanaida: “Well that is part of the reason why I joined this promotion.”He pointed out with a faint chuckle before he nodded slowly. Kanaida: “Um sure, you can come in.” He then said, stepping to the side to allow her entrance. Razzles Mars: Cheers!She smiled, lowering her head politely before she crossed the threshold, taking a step inside of the locker room of her friend and AW newcomer. The Queen of Candyland had planted her hands onto her hips, turning her focus upwards once again. Razzles Mars: I wanted to talk to you about the Estrella situation.Razzles said, her smile falling a little bit. It was still a sore topic. Razzles Mars: I know that the two of you had it out, verbally, pretty recently. And I’m not entirely certain of what you’ve got planned, but, I need to ask that you stop planning it. I know she’s frustrating, and tiring, and draining, and excruciating because you feel like you’ve let her win… but this is my fight. And I don’t want to stoop to her level to win it. I want to win it when she’s at her best, so there are no more excuses, no more backpedaling, no more anything but her admitting that she was wrong about me. Please?Kanaida followed her into the room, closing the door behind him so that they didn’t get ambushed as the older wrestler had some experience in that field, but he noticed her brilliant smile dimmed a little as she mentioned why she was there and he crossed his arms over his chest as he listened. Once she was finished expressing her case, Kanaida looked at Razzles for a long moment before looking deeply into her eyes from across the room before letting a deep sigh escape him as he nodded slowly. Kanaida: “As much as I want to drop a karma bomb on her, Razzles, but I’ll do as you ask.” He said, in a slightly somber tone. Before she could say or do anything, he held up a hand to stop her. Kanaida: “However, I want to make it clear that I care and respect you to honor your request, but if she does anything to actually hurt you like she did last week, then all bets are off.” He offered up in return. Kanaida: “And that goes for the little sour worm that follows her around, will you grant me that?” Razzles Mars: She’s quite the smart little thing… I don’t think she’d pull the same trick twice in as many weeks, certainly not knowing that I expect what she’s up to now.Razzles pondered. Maybe she was giving Estrella too much credit. After all, she’d done so in assuming that La Princesa was her friend. Razzles Mars: I spent a long few days thinking over everything, Kanadia. I’ve thought this over from each and every angle that I could imagine. I spent the first few days thinking it was my fault. That I pushed her a little too hard to be my friend, that I was trying to dictate the direction her career took, and maybe I deserved her lashing out at me and being upset. But, with the help of some of my mates, I know that I didn’t deserve her trying to take my head off, and I didn’t deserve to be the means by which a message was sent!She frowned, again, reaching for her candy. Tilting the tube back into her mouth and emptying the minis, she pocketed the empty container back into her pocket, feverishly chomping on the sweets. Razzles Mars: If that’s the case? I can’t control you. You’re my real friend, and I know that you want what’s best for me. But, until that bell rings, and I am crowned Television Champion? I need to do this on my own.Kanaida listened to everything that she said and when she was done, he nodded and then silently went over to his travel bag and opened up a smaller compartment and withdrew some items before he walked up to her, coming as close as he dared to her without crowding her. Kanaida: “Razzles, after reviewing everything that I could leading up to what happened and I can tell you two things for certain. One is that you are a wonderful person who did nothing wrong in this case, having spent the last several years doing this for a living I can honestly tell that sometimes people can be real jerks and you did nothing wrong.” He then reached out with his left hand and gently took her free hand into his, looking into her eyes and giving her a confident smile. Kanaida: “Secondly, on a night like tonight while I can’t be there to back you up… it’s dangerous to go alone, so take this.”[/color] He then placed several rolls of Smarties into her hand and curled her fingers around them. Peeking at the rolls of candy, she squeaked excitedly. Her fist raising into the air, as she mimicked the chime from The Legend of Zelda. Razzles Mars: You are the absolute best in the World! Thank you so much, Kanadia!Bouncing up and down, her arms again flung around his neck. Giving him a squeezing embrace. As she backed up, a huge smile was planted onto her face. Razzles Mars: This is exactly what I need to bring the Television Championship back home! This one’s for you.She assured, taking a few steps back. Blowing a kiss with her free hand, the Queen of Candyland began to skip away, undoing the cellophane wrapping paper on the tablet candies as this scene faded.
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Post by Action Reel on Nov 25, 2019 15:52:50 GMT -5
Pure Championship & Cruiserweight Championship Unification Raging Dead(c) vs. Derrick Vayden(c) Billy: Alright folks, we’re about to blow the top off again, as Tumoil will be the deciding ground for the future of the Cruiserweight Division. Reigning champion Derrick Vayden takes on a shocking newcomer known only as “Raging Dead” to those unfortunate to meet him in the ring.Chris Avery: Vayden has been a model of consistency for Action Wrestling since QDT lost the belt. And while Quixote might be watching from the sidelines, this match in not just for one belt—it’s a unification!Adilene Floyd: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s match will feature a combining of brands. The winner will unify the Action Wrestling Cruiserweight Championship and the now acquired properties of the Pure Division Championship from Trinity Wrestling.No prisoners And no regrets You are the best You are The last one standing "Last One Standing" by WattWhite blares over the arena speakers as the crowd goes ballistic. Out comes Derrick Vayden. He strides from behind the curtain, a confident smile on his face. He stands at the top of the ramp, gazing out into the sea of Action Wrestling fans as they shower him with cheers. Two fists and fire in your blood Is all you need now Enter the ring unknown and listen To the screams now Vayden begins marching down the ramp, taking time to slap hands with young fans in the front row. A few lucky fans are able to get a picture with the superstar. Adilene Floyd: This match is scheduled for one fall! Now making his way to the ring... From Milwaukee Wisconsin, weighing in at 200 pounds... he is your reigning Action Wrestling Cruiserweight Champion… Derrick... Vayden!Billy: Look at Vayden. What a model champion, ya know. Big props to that kid!Chris Avery: Absolutely, and he knows what’s at stake here. It’s not just his legacy, but Action Wrestling too.Billy: Damn straight! Can’t let these new guys step on what he’s built over the last few months.Vayden rounds the ring and jumps up onto the commentary table. He yells into the faces of the commentators, "Are you ready?! Let's fuckin' go!" before jumping down and scaling the turnbuckle, posing with arms out to the side, soaking in the admiration of the Action Wrestling faithful. Bring the smoke and the lightning... No prisoners and no regrets you're the best, you're gonna be the last one standing! We fight! We fight! VICTORY! Vayden jumps down from the top rope and makes his way to his corner as he prepares for his match. Someone about his size hops the ropes with no intro or fanfare. He begins whooping Derrick Vayden with clubbing forearms until the son of Wisconsin returns frie. Billy: It’s the Pure Champion! And he’s nothing of the like, going right for the jugular!Chris Avery: That ref needs to get this under control! What a disgrace of the sport!Vayden sneaks in a gut kick followed by a snap mare with a little extra zip for effect. He comes up with some blood streaking down his nose. Ding! Ding! Billy: Vayden hops to the second rope, waiting there like a turkey vulture.Chris Avery: There he goes!Billy: Owch! He just connected a jawbreaker from the middle rope!Chris Avery: That’s the creativity of a champion on display. We shouldn’t expect anything less, Billy.He tries to get control of Rage’s head, but inside the headlock, the dead man begins thrashing with a gnashing of those jagged teeth. His bugged out eyes and pale, powdery cheeks add to the terrible expression on his face. Vayden decides it best to abandon the hold and hit the ropes. Chris Avery: Vayden off the ropes… and Raging Dead hits the deck. Derrick jumps and hits the ropes again!Billy: What did he just do? It wasn’t wrestling—I can guarantee that!Chris Avery: Raging Dead just clobbered Vayden with both fists out straight. Now he’s hammer fisting at the Cruiserweight Champion.Billy: What’s the game plan for guys like him?Chris Avery: Keep him off ya! Not much else you can do against a literal beast.Billy: Are you sure they got him from Trinity? He’s fighting like hobos in a Jimmy John’s dumpster.Vayden rolls under the ropes with a few seconds to spare before Raging Dead baseball slides headfirst after him. Sensing that oncoming car, Derrick skins the cat so that dead spears himself into the barricade. Front row fans leap in panic at that sudden man missile screaming at them. Raging Dead recovers but still has to shake out some cobwebs. Fans want Vayden to answer back, so he hits the far ropes and leaps into the air. Billy: Shitfire! He just cannonballed Raging dead against that barricade!Chris Avery: Vayden is playing into his game. He should stay the hell away from that man!Billy: I don’t think he’s got a choice. And he’s back up, Vayden is not going to let this one go.Vayden whips the mongrel into a steel steps, but he avoids the impact by leaping them on all fours. Chris Avery: Derrick doesn’t believe what he just watched. Nor can we.Billy: He beat Vayden back into the ring. What now?Chris Avery: There must be a winner tonight… but why not run? He’s not going to fight you. Raging dead wants to mangle his opponents at all cost.Vayden pumps up the crowd as he hops onto the apron. Raging Dead charges, but Vayden nails him with a shoulder thrust through the middle rope. He then leaps over for a sunset powerbomb pin… but Raging Dead holds his balance while pinning Vayden with his knees. The ref slides in for the pin fall. Chris Avery: What’s he doing?Billy: He’s just slamming Vayden’s head to the mat! Somebody take him out back like old Yeller—he’s rabid!Chris Avery: Victory roll!1! 2! Billy: Vayden almost got him off guard. Gotta love his hustle no matter what’s in front of him tonight.Chris Avery: Dead is after him again… and Vayden springs off the turnbuckle with a back elbow…Billy: Shitfire! Release german suplex! Vayden just got laid out hard!Chris Avery: Don’t do it! Get out of there DV!Living up to his threats, Raging Dead pounces on Vayden’s hip like an aggro pitbull and takes big bite into his leg. The ref pulls him off; only then, he chases after the inexperienced official bearing those same teeth. Vayden drags himself to a turnbuckle for footing when Raging dead completes his circuit around the ring. He latches on with a nasty neck vise with the official keeping a very, very close eye on them. Chris Avery: I can’t believe he bit Vayden like that.Billy: That’s it Chris, I’m calling this dude the Rot-weiler! Cause he’s off his damn leash!Chris Avery: Somebody stop him! He’s gnawing on Vayden’s neck!The ref dives in and gets a bite on the hand for good measure. He jumps around the ring gripping at his hand and the bruising teeth marks left behind. Vayden uses his slight advantage in weight to shift the hold from the canvas, getting back to his center of gravity. With ref indisposed for the time being, he lines up and nails a kick that would score 100 on the High Striker game at any carnival. Raging Dead falls over to his side, flopping like a fish out of water. Billy: He might be raging, but he just went soprano!Chris Avery: Yeah, that’s justified.Billy: He just got an express trip to Dick Kick City! Whew boy!A “Dick! Kick!” chant burst from a random corner of the arena when Vayden goes to the top rope. He wastes no time vaulting and hitting a frog splash onto his opponent. 1! 2! 3 – No! Billy: Raging Dead ain’t dead yet!Chris Avery: Finish him Vayden. This might be your only chance!Billy: Since when did you become one his cheese heads?Chris Avery: Since that monster spit in the face of a true champion!Vayden props Raging Dead onto his shoulders, but the pale menace recovers with enough force to throw him towards the nearest corner. Derrick slips, landing chin-first on the bottom pad, with his opponent rumbling a few steps behind him. He has the wherewithal to spin around with a big boot counter. Raging dead shield himself from taking any big damage. Chris Avery: Good counter by the Cruiserweight Champion. Vayden riffed that one a little, but he’s prepared all week for this unexpected showdown.Billy: Yeah, but there he goes again!Chris Avery: Ooh! What a knife-edge chop from Raging Dead!Billy: Clothesline! Oh boy, he’s not done yet!Dead rebounds off his first clothesline’s impact and superman strikes with another another one, belting Vayden across the chest. He rolls back and hits one more leaping clothesline before unleashing Vader-time ham hock lariats. Only threats of a stoppage let Vayden get some air from that last barrage. Billy: So guess there’s no name for that streak of violence… y’all let’s call it Red Dead—Chris Avery: Can’t do that one, Billy.Billy: Not the game… I was gonna say Upside ya’ Head.Chris Avery: Bruh, you got problems.Vayden is seeing the light when Raging Dead pulls him off the canvas. The official gets in his face, unwisely, scolding the Pure Champion for his impure tactics. Vaden crawls under the ropes again, but this time, he slithers over the side. There he grabs a plastic first aid it from under the ring. Its content sprawl out everywhere across the outside. He snatches something and conceals it inside a fist. Chris Avery: What’s he got in there?Billy: Bandage scissors, maybe. That’s what I’d get. Or that adrenaline syringe. That’d put him down!Chris Avery: Raging Dead has ankle. He cannot bite anyone else or there will be a DQ!Vayden plays a bit of opossum, luring the Pure Champion to go for the fresh meat. Just before he can sink his teeth into a Wisconsin ribeye, Vayden drops him across the middle rope with a drop toehold. He then mounts Raging Dead and proceeds to bandage his mouth shut with gauss. He ties a quick knot—enough to keep those teeth off his rare cuts. Billy: Muzzle that boy!Chris Avery: Ever seen that before? Because I sure as hell haven’t – and that includes UCI!Raging Dead pulls himself onto the ropes—Vayden nails huge big boot that almost topples the Pure Champion out of the ring. When Raging Dead slumps onto his knees, Vayden goes for the kill. Chris Avery: Hes got the arms… fans know what’s next!Billy: Shitfire! Raging Dead just battering rammed his thick skull into Vayden’s gut.Chris Avery: He shot up like a damn torpedo! No, no no! Rage has removed his bandages!He dives onto all fours and takes a massive chunk out of Vayden’s athletic boot. Raging Dead spits out the rubber before leaping off the matt and hitting a one-knee code breaker. Chris Avery: What the hell was that! He took down the Cruiserweight Champion!Billy: Shitfire! The Rot-weiler could win it here!ONE! TWO! THREE!! Adilene Floyd: Your winner, and the newwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Cruiserweight Champion! RAGING DEAAAAD!!ding ding ding Billy: I don’t believe my eyes! The reign is over! Raging Dead upends the only sure thing in Action Wrestling!Chris Avery: I don’t believe it, Billy. Derrick Vayden was systematically, and literally, torn apart.Billy: These fans just lost a hero for now, but they’ve got the monster we all deserved.Chris Avery: Such is Turmoil! Raging Dead is the new Cruiserweight Champion!Billy: Oh look, its Camila! She's coming out here with something!Camila is already down the ramp with something in her hands wrapped in a sheet. She gets into the ring and the ref takes the sheet off. Raging Dead smiles. Billy: Ohh wow! The NEW Cruiserweight Championship! For the NEW Cruiserweight Champion!Camila asks for Raging Dead to turn around and Camila and the ref strap it around the waist of Raging Dead. He taps on the belt and goes to the corner for his signature celebration. Chris Avery: Raging Dead is the Cruiserweight Champion and he officially unified Trinity Wrestlings Pure Championship right into it!We fade out as Raging Dead is celebrating.
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