(1/8/18) NBW presents: Monday Bloody Monday May 5, 2020 15:41:59 GMT -5
Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:41:59 GMT -5
Tru Grit Division Match
“Heavy Metal” Masutarou vs “The Handsome Half-Breed” Shadowlove vs Dark Spectre
“Heavy Metal” Masutarou vs “The Handsome Half-Breed” Shadowlove vs Dark Spectre
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminates throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog setting the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The audience throughout the arena stands in unison and waiting in anticipation for what is about to be the "New and Improved" fashion wrestling trend in the New Blood Wrestling season.
Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only,
First Couple of Professional Wrestling. Your favorite modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his the simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, and
personal bodyguard/valet, "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto.
His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein crocodile skinned pants and custom-made Calvin Klein alligator skinned boots.
Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remained hidden behind a pair of RayBan sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. Her attractively well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by
Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos.
They stop for a second, taking in the aura throughout the arena, and pose like fashion models on a catwalk.
The audience throughout the arena starts going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere.
She leads the way down the aisle with flirty seductive confidence as he follows a few steps behind her enjoying the view and make their way to the squared-circle.
He slides into the squared-circle like, well, like the slithering snake in the grass that he is so proudly being in New Blood Wrestling.
And his sweet and lovely Miyamoto, with Bushidō catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps with flirty and seductive confidence and enters the squared-circle through the second rope in a very highly provocative fashion.
“HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena.
He stands in the middle of the squared-circle and spreads his arms straight out from his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus Wept!
The audience throughout the arena continue going wild and begin clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. NBW.
She exudes fantastic supermodel energy, as she walks with a stiff, erect, and apparently arrogant and conceited "Strut" around him to a rousing "Standing Ovation" from the audience throughout the arena.
The audience throughout the arena keep going wild and keep clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for Mr. NBW’s better half, Miss New Blood Wrestling.
She lowers her RayBan sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes, nodding in approval at such a Magnificent Specimen, while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand.
She takes her proper place cradling against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the only exception of a very sharp and penetratingly affectionate and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and alluring lips as she starts caressing his muscular chest with her fingers.
He raises his head with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair in slow motion and shows off his chiseled fighter's face and stares out at the magnificent crowd throughout the arena with an ice cold stare which radiants from his sparkling blue eyes.
His heart rate was a very relaxed 40 beats a minute as the oxygen in his blood helped the preternatural powers of his mind’s eye remain focused and alert to the surroundings around him.
A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appearing on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a "I believed that I need no introduction, I’m The Face Of The Franchise, The Whole F’N Show, Mr. NBW, if you will, or whatever expletive that you want to put in front of my name” shit-eating grin as he strips off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale dancer.
His sweet and lovely Miyamoto raises her RayBan sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
And with Bushidō catlike precision, she exits the squared-circle through the second rope and walks down the ringside steps with flirty seductive confidence in a very highly provocative fashion.
A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes named Kyodai and Shatei, known as the bodyguard duo of Black Rain, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, appear out of nowhere and stand in a very on-guard, very protective, and ever vigilant attack formation behind her outside the squared-circle.
Abbi: Introducing first, that model guy with the rock hard abs! “The Handsome Half-Breed” Shadowlove with his asian tart…”
A single spotlight shines on an entryway somewhere in the crowd. Cue "Uprising". Spectre enters, his arms outstretched as he takes in the reaction from the crowd. He embraces some fans while ignoring the jeers of others as he makes his way to the ring, jumping onto the barricade. He proceeds to signal the rosarie, jumping from the barricade onto the ring apron and sliding under the bottom rope. He springs up, crouching in the middle of the ring as he awaits the start of the match.
Abbi: One of his opponents is the flippity guy with the mask, Dark Spectre.
St. Remi: Her commentating is simply to be desired…
Charlie: Check and check, sir.
Conway: I bet she gets this one right… The scuttlebutt in the back is that Abbi has a thing for our next competitor…
St. Remi: Ooo getting her yellow tail going, huh?
The frantic intro to "Panic Attack" by Dream Theater hits the PA and the lights blast to match the pace. As the riff of the guitar kicks in, the lights change from a throbbing white to a deep pulsing red as "Heavy Metal" Masutarou steps out onto the stage, his arms crossed in an X in front of his abdomen, he raises them each out to his side and lets out a primal, guttural roar.
Abbi: On his way to the ring...from Osaka, Japan...standing at six foot three and weighing at two hundred and thirty pounds..."HEAVY METAL" MAAAASUTAAAAAAAROUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
Musutarou walks down the ramp, pointing to the crowd on either side of him, occasionally swirling his long hair in a spiral in front of him, climbs into the ring, approaches the center, and lets out a guttural roar heard throughout the entire arena.
St. Remi: The Monarch of Metal Method is here.
Conway: All three competitors are staring holes through one another.
Charlie: Haven’t seen three polarizing opposites like this since I watched Mothra and Rodan take on Godzilla when I was on shrooms in little China town…
St. Remi: Wow… Well let’s get to the ring for the action shall we?
Shadowlove stands in the center showing off his impressive physique as Matsutarou waves him off and Dark Spectre pumps up the fans with a lucha wave.
Conway: A little bit of taunting here, but I can feel the arena about to blow up.
Matsutarou is first on the offense at he jams a forearm into Shadow’s face making him stumble backward. Before Shadowlove can bounce back he is sent over the top rope by Dark Spectre’s running hurricarana, which leaves Spectre on the ring apron.
Charlie: Jack be nimble, jack be quick.
St. Remi: His name is Dark Spectre for christ’s sake, come on Chuck.
Conway: Looks like the Lucha Warrior is aiming to make a statement as he waves Matsutarou toward him.
Matsutarou comes at Spectre, but Spectre springboards over him and rebounds against the ropes with a basement dropkick, driving Matsutarou to the mat.
St. Remi: Damn, jack is quick.
Conway: Oh god, don’t feed into his idiocracy.
Spectre goes to the ropes again and springboards with a moonsault back toward Matsutarou who was playing possum. Matsutarou quick to roll out of the way and lock on a headscissors lock grounding the Lucha Warrior.
Charlie: Nice scissors right there.
St. Remi: Looks like Mr. Centerfold is stirring outside after consulting with his manager, the Asian Dynamite Hottie of my east coast boyhood dreams.
St. Remi: What?
Charlie: Cinnamon toast crunch! Shadowlove drops a vicious knee drop onto Matsutarou.
Matsutarou holds his face and rolls away and Shadowlove grabs Spectre up by the mask, bringing him to his feet. Shadowlove points to Miyamoto who cuts her throat with her thumb and then makes a blood explosion effect. Shadowlove smiles and he goes to drop Spectre down with The Dark Gift, but Spectre is quick to reverse Shadowlove into a rolling knee lock. Shadowlove thrashes around looking for a rope break.
Conway: Damn, Jack be quick!
St. Remi: Seriously?
Conway: What? Spectre is pretty fast, that’s all…
Charlie: He’s grinding away at that knee like my dog did to that rawhide with the peanut butter the other night.
Shadowlove lifts up on both palms and he begins to scooch himself and Spectre toward the nearest bottom rope. As he inches closer, it is Miyamoto who pulls his arms to the bottom rope for the break. As ref Zander Hobbs starts to untangle Shadow and Spectre’s legs, Matsutarou drops double knees onto Spectre who thrashes around in pain.
St. Remi: Smart manager move there by Miyamoto pulling Shadowlove out of the ring to go over strategy.
Conway: Strategy… Really?
Matsutarou lifts Spectre up and he irish whips across the ring and on the rebound he lands a high knee dropping Spectre back to the mat. Matsutarou doesn’t hesitate as he drops down with multiple knee strikes to the back of Spectre’s head. Zander moves in for the count.
Matsutarou releases the hold throwing up 5 fingers to show he still had time for the hold. Shadowlove slithers in behind Matsutarou and he spins him around throwing a combo of stiff elbows and forearms to Matsutarou’s face sending him stumbling toward the ropes.
Conway: Shadowlove showing a stiffer side to himself here tonight.
St. Remi: HA! Really?
Conway: Shut up.
Shadowlove grabs Matsutarou up into a fireman’s carry and he moves to the center of the ring. Spectre kips up from the mat and grabs Shadowlove by the head and he sends Shadowlove forward with a rolling senton driving Matsutarou hard to the mat.
Conway: Don’t say it anyone of you.
Charlie: Jack jumped over a candlestick!
St. Remi: Damn it, Chuck.
Spectre doesn’t waste any time as he ascends the top rope. Spectre crosses his heart as he measures up Matsutarou and Shadowlove who are both pulling each other up by the hair.
Conway: Spectre looking to take out two birds with one stone here.
St. Remi: Sounds like something Charlie would say.
Charlie: Well, pop goes the weasel!
Spectre connects with a flipping double knees to the side of both opponent’s heads, sending everyone to the mat. Zander checks on everyone and Spectre pushes him away standing on groggy legs now.
Conway: Oh no, looks like Miyamoto is getting involved…
Miyamoto stands on the ring apron and she screams at Spectre who feeds into it as he approaches her. He cups his ear so he can hear her better, but he is met with a big slap, which allows Shadowlove to do a quick roll up.
Zander drops down for the count.
Spectre barely kicks out, but Shadowlove is met by Matsutarou who grabs him in a front face headlock. He lifts him up and drops him straight down with a brainbuster.
St. Remi: Looks like Matsutarou is going to take over now.
Matsutarou shoves shoves Shadowlove out of the ring with a few well placed soccer kicks and he turns his attention back to the the Lucha Warrior. Matsutarou picks Dark Spectre up and he slaps him in the head a bit to wake him. Matsutarou lifts Spectre up in a fireman’s carry and he rams him into the far top turnbuckle before returning to the center of the ring. Matsutarou smirks and he throws Spectre forward and lands a leaping knee strike to the side of his head.
St. Remi: Good god, that’s gotta be it there.
Matsutarou drops down for the pin and he hooks the leg.
Zander slides into a pin.
Conway: That’s it for the triple threat match and what a match it was!
Charlie: I’m still reeling from that Godzilla battle…
St. Remi: Shut up Charlie!
Conway: Still to come our main event.