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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:56:06 GMT -5
Dark Match: Bum Fights Gauntlet Ninja Bob Vs. All Comers
Lights go up as the arena still fills from concession areas. In the ring awaits Zander Hobbs, referee for this bum fight contest, and all 260 pounds of Ninja Bob. He leans over the ropes when “We the People” by A Tribe Called Quest hits. Bum Fights Commissioner Old Jo Lamarche appears with a mic in hand. He signals to cut the music. Commish: We got a good show tonight. Before we get this started, let me promise you all… Captain Pelican is not in the building. He will not be the nuisance he insists on being to this division. A mockery to all vying for the Cardboard Crown… A mixed reaction of boos and “We Want Captain” follows. Commish: I don’t give a damn what you want! I banned Pelican from this arena… Now let’s begin the match. Send out his first challenger, The Great Stevo! Lights dim for a man in a masked hoodie. Ninja Bob readies in the ring. Stevo hops the ropes and runs right into a stiff as hell haymaker. He covers his mouth as if collecting teeth. Bob follows with huge chop across the chest. Stevo, the smaller of them, goes down hard. Conway: Well this one is off to a lightning pace. The Great Stevo walked right into a buzz saw in the form of, I guess, karate… Ow! Another of those thunderous chops have him breathless. Commish: Ninja Bob has more than that behind his punches. Conway: But is Stevo ready for this fight? He’s rather young, isn’t he? Commish: Look at him getting peeled off the mat. Bob is gonna kill him. Stevo leaps when thrown into an opposing corner. On the rebound, he does a devastator kick right upsides Bob’s temple. He follows that with a two handed face crusher. However, ninjitsu prevails letting Bob slither away from the pinfall. Conway: Speed may be his weakness. Commish: True, but Bob can end this with one of those kicks. Conway: Stevo measuring a dropkick – Bob evades – spinning wheel kick! Commish: All his weight was behind that. Cover him! 1! 2! 3! Commish (on the mic): All right… you ready for more? Though half-full, a sizeable cheer cheers. Ninja Bob climbs to the mid-rope and raises his arms. Commish (on the mic): Round two… send him out! A random rock n’ roll beat hits for the sprinting image of Jobber Dave in his jobber gear and homemade mask. He slides into the ring and goes for an immediate lockup with Bob. Conway: Jobber Dave is ready to go. Fans know his heart and soul stands with this company. Commish: Say it how you like… Bob back in control with a headlock. Conway: Can he punch the forehead like that? Commish: Nah… but I’ll allow it. Several big punches pummel his opponent before Jobber squeezes his head free. Doing so pulled his mask up to his nose. Before Dave can fix it, Ninja Bob hits a three-punch combo followed by a spinning back elbow. Dave goes to all fours. Bob bobs his head then makes an incomplete cartwheel… Conway: And a huge lariat from the ninja! Commish: Dave goes down… finish him. 1! 2! 3! Commish (on the mic): Get that sack of shit outta my ring! Fans boo when Bob tosses Jobber Dave through the ropes like garbage. Commish: All right, all right… I think we’re ready for an actual contest. Someone bring out the big guns… Corey Bull! Lights dim but nothing goes over the speakers. The Commissioner stands awkwardly by his table. All of a sudden, “Pelicans We” hits and lights go out entirely. When they come up, there stands Captain Pelican in his yellow fishing gear. His harpoon glows off strobing lights. Commish: Bob, cut this trash down for good! Conway: Well… now we have a stare down. Neither wanting to near that dangerous weapon. Commish (on the headset): Bob is going to end this goddamn problem— Conway: Or what? Commish: Believe me, Sara. You don’t want to find out. Ninja Bob makes a karate stance before screaming. The captain yells back, then charges with his fishing spear. Bob dodges and grabs its long, weathered shaft. Strength prevails with Ninja Bob disarming his unexpected foe. Commish: Where the hell is Bull? He was supposed to be out here! Conway: Ninja Bob might have this handled. Commish: Somebody better take that harpoon! Conway: Bob has it in hand – look! He steps back, and with a tease to the crowd, karate chops through its gimmicked shaft. It splits in two. Seeing this has Pelican glaring red. A rush overtakes him into a flurry of groggy punches. Bob answers back with stiff chops to vital areas. Conway: Right to the throat! And the Captain just got rocked. Commish: Kill him! Conway: Pelican grabbing at Bob’s ankles… he’s hammered down with two hands. Commish: Surprise was his only weapon. In a fight, Pelican is trash. Conway: He did work his way into the title slot before. Commish: Yeah, then they brought me back. Now we can begin a real league. Ninja Bob walks around the ring hulking himself up. Captain Pelican stands one knee. He looks dead on his feet. Bob powers up his signature punch… Conway: Pelican! Can he do that! Commish: He punched the man in the crotch! Conway: Bob down to his knees… the Captain cuts him with a lariat of his own. Captain Pelican stumbles to the middle ropes and gives a seafaring salute to the crowd. He then takes off, crushing himself and the self-taught ninja. Hobbs goes for the count yet the Commissioner’s figure stand at the apron. He motions for Pelican to come get some – the Captain charges on command and falls right into a trap. Lamarche opens the ropes, causing him to tumble outside. Commish (on the mic): You better count that fast, Hobbs. 1.. 2… Commish: Faster mother fu— 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 – 10! Commish: Sorry Cap’n, looks like ya Cinderella story is over. This is my divison! On cue, several thick-necked security rush down work over the Captain. They then drag him to the back. Meanwhile, Ninja Bob begins to wake up. Commish: Morning Bob, have a good nap? Guess you don’t that you won, huh? Ninja Bob looks terminally confused. Commish: Bet you’d like that title shot too… Well you slept through it. Now get yo’ ass to the back before I toss you out of my ring. Exeunt Ninja Bob and the Commissioner as the screen fades to black.
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:56:25 GMT -5
Meeting The Man
As the crowd filling in is entertained by the Bum Fights Division, Vincent and The Pryde stand in the parking lot. Vincent seems rather giddy, the champions looking around unamused. Cassidy Kaine: What exactly are we doing here?? Vincent Pryde: My boy, you are about to come face-to-face with my newest signee. An acquisition who is going to launch NBW to new and dangerous heights. The Snake Pit seem unphased, whilst KiD DeKaY and Vandalia seem suddenly interested. Rattlesnake: With all due respect, boss; whoever this person is isn't going to matter. Viper: Nah. Snake and I have the Tag Team Division to build and dominate, so this dude can kick rocks. Vincent Pryde: Oh, my dear boys. If only you could understand JUST how amazing this man is. A limousine pulls into the parking structure, Vincent beaming all the more as it gets closer to his welcoming committee. Vincent Pryde: We're talking a former World Champion. Multiple time Tag Team Champion. Holder of multiple mid-level titles through multiple federations. A man who made millions from throwing his paychecks right back into the business he loves; taking over two companies and still running one as a training facility. The limo pulls up, coming to a stop. The shooting star emblazoned on the side somehow makes KiD DeKaY suddenly giddy with excitement. KiD DeKaY: Wait a second. You mean you signed... Vincent Pryde: Our newest head of creative and training team, my dear friend... A large man in a suit and sunglasses opens the back door, allowing a silver-streaked adonis in an Armani suit. Vincent Pryde: Lucious Starr! The once-hailed Legend of Shadows removes his shades, walking up and embracing his old friend. KiD DeKaY almost jumps for joy, while the Tag Champs and Vandalia look less than amused. Cassidy shakes his head. Cassidy Kaine: This asshole? Lucious Starr: Cassie. Is that ANY way to refer to the man who GOT you your NBW contract? Cassidy Kaine: You told Vincent to hire me on as second-gen cannon fodder!! I was in the Bum Fights Division for six months!! Lucious Starr: And through all that, you proved yourself enough that even my hard-headed friend Vince couldn't deny your greatness. And now look at you. World Champion. All because I told Pryde to give you a chance. You're welcome. Cassidy scoffs, turning and heading for the arena. KiD DeKaY walks up, gleefully offering a hand. Lucious Starr: Is this Freddy Nightmare? Man, you've gotten bigger since you left the Academy. KiD DeKaY: Changed my name, too! It's KiD DeKaY now; the First Blood Champion of NBW. Lucious Starr: And so I've noticed. I knew Coast-To-Coast Wrestling School would breed some amazing talents. I couldn't be more proud of my most promising student. KiD DeKaY: Thanks for getting me in, Lucy. You're a real champ. Lucious Starr: Nah. I just did my job. You were an investment, KiD, and your time in NBW has paid dividends. KiD smiles, falling back in line. Starr grins as he walks up to Vandalia, offering a hand. Lucious Starr: Vandalia. Te vuelves más encantador todos los días. ¿Cuidar a un pequeño en uno más adelante? Vandalia: Presumes mi interés en ti, Lucious. No cometas el error de sobrepasar. Lucious grins. Lucious Starr: I'm a hot commodity, my love. Get some while you can. Vandalia chuckles to herself, watching Starr move on to the Tag Champs. She checks out Lucy's ass while he offers a hand of respect. Lucious Starr: Viper. Rattlesnake. Always a pleasure to mee... Rattlesnake: Lookie here, Lucy Boy. We are in the middle of our retirement tour. That means Vipe and I are gonna build a Tag Division worth watching, dominate them so everyone sees we can still throw down, then make our exit STILL the Tag Team Champions. Viper: Do yourself a favor, Starr. Hop back in your limo, scurry on back to whence you came and pretend like you never heard of NBW. Vincent starts in towards his champions, Lucious holding a finger up to slow him. Starr leans over, speaking just loud enough for the champs to hear. Lucious Starr: I'm going to say this one time, and one time only. I retired because I have a business to run. Developing future franchise players for this industry. Now, you don't have to like me. Hell, I PREFER that you don't. But as long as I am here, you WILL respect me. Even if that means I have to lace up one time to put you two has-beens im your proper place. Am I understood? The Tag Champs scoff in joint disapproval, Pryde seems amused. Starr turns as the champions take their leave- save KiD DeKaY, who continues to look on at Starr like an obssessed fanboy. Lucious Starr: So, Vinny. What all did you have in mind while I'm on payroll? Vincent Pryde: You're the show stealing, money making, hard headed sumbitch who knows how to win the crowd. I need ratings, quick. What do you have for me. Lucious places an arm around Pryde's neck, the two walking into the arena as old chums. DeKaY follows close behind, almost skipping in glee. Lucious Starr: My dear, dear friend. I know EXACTLY how to put this place on the map. First off, let's talk refreshments...
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -5
Somewhere in New York City.
Karlie is walking about in the city, having grown up in Detroit, and now living in Minnesota cold weather doesn’t bother her, she wipes some snow form a bench and sits down. You know when UCI shut it doors and New Blood Wrestling became its replacement I was one of the first to make the move, new beginning right, didn’t figure I’d be on the sideline two weeks in a row, not really a great way to treat one of your top talents, the one match I was in somehow ended in a tie, when Erin and Brooke double pinned me, not the first I’ve had two women double pin me that’s for sure, and while I may have lost, I haven’t given up the chase, I don’t care who winds up as women’s champion because I’m coming for the title, and a premier athlete like myself, the only real athlete in New Blood Wrestling, will have gold around her waist, because every good hunter knows how to stalk its prey. Karlie takes a sip of her coffee. New York has terrible fucking coffee, but beggars can’t be choosers right. Karlie takes another of the coffee before tossing it in the trash. Everyone knows about my personal life and how I choose to live my life and the type of ladies I chose to be with. Karlie stands up a begins walking down the street. I’ve been with cougars all over the world, but I have just discovered a cougar working in New Blood Wrestling, Brooke Bell. Brooke, I find you very intriguing, now I don’t know if you like women, but I’m curious if you would be into someone like me, maybe someday you can end my curiosity, but I have to see more of you, therefore I’ll be joining the commentary team for your match this, and while I cannot be biased on commentary, secretly I’ll be rooting for you. See you out there.
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:57:55 GMT -5
Women’s Division match w/ Karlie Nash on commentary
Brooke Bell vs Delilah Black Abbi Stein: DELILAH BLACK! St. Remi: Oh, we’re back! Charlie Hanson: With a big women’s division match here tonight. Sara Conway: Will you guys put your dicks away, it’s wrestling not porno. Charlie Hanson: This is a DUCK! His name is Gerald and he eats crackers and Pepperoni Pretzel Combos. Duck: *QUACK* St. Remi: Holy Shit, you really have a duck with you. Sara Conway: Well despite this we are honored to be here with another member of the Women's Division Karlie Nash. Karlie Nash: I'm just excited to watch two hot women go at it. Sara Conway: You're worse than the guys, huh? The off putting siren-like wail that begins Soundgarden's "Black Hole Sun" fills the arena as the lights turn a shade of purple. There's a brief lull that Chris Cornell's voice shatters, triggering the emergence of Delilah Black from the back. A conceited sneer on her face, she waltzes down the ramp, clad in a long, black velvet robe and a black and purple masquerade mask. The raucous boos of the crowd do little to faze her as she ascends the steps at ringside and enters the ring under the bottom rope. In the center of the ring she strips off her mask and robe, handing both to the referee. Abbi Stein: Brooke Belle! "Versace" by Migos plays as the lights in the arena dim, walking out from the back wearing a obnoxiously bright gold Versace robe, is Brooke Bell. Looking down at some of the jewelry on her wrist, flossing it for the crowd. Starting her trek down to the ring now, taking her time ignoring the fans disdain. Stopping as she reaches the bottom of the ramp to do a little bit of a spin before walking around the edge of the ring. Sitting on the edge as she holds up a finger, telling the crowd to wait as she removes her necklace, her watch, and the rest of her extensive jewelry which she places in a bag that she sets in her corner. As she tosses off her robe before stepping into the ring where she proceeds to stretch waiting on her opponent. Karlie Nash: Both of these women have a lot of great assets, the greatest of which probably being their asses. Sara Conway: I think you enjoy wrestling women a little too much if you catch my drift. Karlie Nash: Trust me, Conway, when I get in the ring it's ALL business, but while I'm sitting out here don't mind me if I mix a little pleasure with business. The bell Rings and the match begins. The two women circle each other before locking up. Brooke Belle locks in a headlock but Delilah lifts her up with a suplex. But Brook refuses to relinquish her tight grasp around Black’s throat and maintains the headlock on the ground. Black wraps Belle up with a headscissors and pulls her down. Belle then kips up out of the headscissors and both women end up on their feet staring each other down again to the delight of the pure wrestling crowd. St. Remi: Both of these women are solid athletes. The former UCI faithful are enjoying the mat based wrestling but the majority of the fans, the New Blood Thirsty are screaming for violence. They’re shouting obscenities at the women, telling them to strip their clothes off and mud wrestle as well as a bunch of things that can’t be said on television. Both women look pissed off and take their frustrations out on each other as they deliver countering strikes to each other’s heads. Sara Conway: The fans are ravenous tonight and the women are taking exception to this fact. There is a clear dichotomy of fans here and the loudest ones are getting their way now. The crowd cheers as Black gains control, tosses Black into the ropes and delivers a clothesline. Brooke gets back to her feet and runs with a spear knocking the wind out of Black and both women roll to the outside of the ring. Belle gets to her feet first and a fan reaches out and grabs her ass. She turns around and slaps the fan across the face as Black rushes behind her and pushes her into the barricade. Then she rolls Belle into the ring. Belle gets to her feet and runs off the opposite ropes and as Black gets into the ring she is met with a jumping hip attack and lands hard on the mat. Charlie Hanson: ONE HIT WONDER! Belle goes for the pin. 1…2…3!!! *DING DING* Abbi Stein: Brooke Belle wins the match you savages, the fuck is wrong with y’all? Sara Conway: The crowd is blood hungry today and this match did not fill their needs for destruction, but both women showed courage and strength in the adversity. The fans here at NBW are a creature all upon itself, Vincent Pryde has cultivated a group of hooligans that would make an Arsenal vs Tottenham game look like a goddamned tea party. Karlie Nash: I've never seen anything like it, and I've played hockey in some of the most unforgiving towns in the world! Charlie Hanson: Don’t let loudest part of the crowd fool you folks, there is a large portion of the fans looking for wrestling as well. And THAT was PRECICELY what these two women delivered. Congratulations to Brooke Belle on another victory here tonight. Sir Quacksalot salutes you. Duck: *QUACK*
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:58:22 GMT -5
Camera fades backstage and to FCC standing with Mya Denton. She is twisting her hair and sucks her teeth. She looks rather bored as well.
FCC- Yeah I am back and I am with a smoking hot chick.
Mya Denton- Call me a chick again Fatty and I will cut off your dick and make you eat it.
FCC- Oh and she is feisty too. Everyone, Mya Denton is in the house.
Mya Denton- I am sure the pleasure if all yours. Can we just get this done and over with, I got stuff to deal with.
FCC- Like what?
Mya Denton- Well I have a time traveling person to take out and beat. This would be so cool if I didn't have to face her. Sort of reminds me of a comic book character or something out of that syfy channel.
FCC- Oh I thought you would be checking out Farcry?
Mya gives him a what the hell look.
Mya Denton- Ok what about him? I mean we have yet to talk, unless he said something to you?
FCC- Oh not really, I just thought you two would make a great couple.
Mya Denton- Uh yeah ok Fatty, stick to this job and leave the matchmaking to the pros. I am sure Farcry is far to busy and talented to even look my way.
Mya gives a small grin as she turns and skips away leaving FCC very confused.
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:58:38 GMT -5
Matt Angel vs Chaos vs Leo
We cut back to the ring where Matt, Leo, and Chaos circle each other as the ref signals for the start. DING DING DING!! Remi: If you’re just joining us, we’ve got triple threat action here between three big time prospects in Matt Angel, Leo, and Chaos. Charlie: Quick spinning backfist from Leo, that one sending Angel to the mat. Leo steps through and tries to connect again, this time against the much bigger Chaos. Conway: Chaos shoving Leo to the Matt like a ragdoll here! Chaos turns toward the crowds boos as Matt Angel gets back to his feet behind the behemoth sized wrestler. Remi: Matt Angel has Leo up! Charlie: PROPHECIES END! Before Matt Angel can go for the cover, Chaos turns around in time to yank the high flying superstar back to his feet, shoving him toward the nearest corner. Remi: Angel sent crashing into the post! Conway: This doesn’t look good for Leo, left all alone with Chaos! Charlie: CHAOTIC SPIRAL! 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING!! Remi: Matt Angel appeared to have it in the bag, but it’s Chaos who capitalizes and picks up the impressive win tonight!
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:58:59 GMT -5
Ladies and Gents, Hell Has Gotten Hotter.
The camera comes up backstage as a vendor sells his wares to an unending line of patrons. Lucious and Pryde stand off to the side, Vincent a mixture of wonder and bewilderment. Vincent Pryde: So you... This is a thing now? Lucious Starr: The idea is to tackle a trend and monopolize the cash flow. These idiot kids are eating Tide Pods, right? So what if we take that, make an edible version- but for adults? A couple shots of ZimQuila, some food coloring, a little angle manipulation... Bam. ZimQuila Pod Shots. Vincent Pryde: Give them edible laundry pockets. I don't fully understand it, Lucy; but the profits don't lie!! Lucious grins, grabbing his old friend and heading for a small walkway. Lucious Starr: And the fun is just beginning, Vinny. Remember back at boarding school when we broke into our permanent records? Vincent Pryde: How in the hell you managed to remove arson and battery from your files... Lucious Starr: Or that thing on YOUR record about stealing Denny Lawnsoff's lunch money EVERY damn day... Vincent Pryde: I didn't steal it. He lost it while gambling. Lucious Starr: Right. On your double-sided coin. The two share a laugh, Vincent looking up as they approach a set of curtains. Vincent Pryde: Wait, what are we... Lucious Starr: Feel free to join me; it's time I make my presence known. Vincent smiles, turning to a stage hand and grabbing a set of mics. He barks a few orders as the camera comes up on the arena. “Lights out” by Royal Blood blares across the arena and we go to Abbi Stein. Abbi Stein: A'ight, dickheads. You guys get up and holler and cheer and shit, cause the big boss man himself is on his way. Ladies and germs, Vincent Pryde!! Vincent Pryde: Thank you, Abbi. And thank you, NBW faithful!! Now, normally I would be out here to announce some exciting new match, or simply raise more hell for all you people to enjoy. However, I have a much more exciting announcement for you. In order to keep our ratings up, make sure SyFy follows through on our contract and assure our Netflix contracts are going to pan out, I had to go deep. I had to bring out the big guns. I had to make sure that the next step we, as a company, took was a big one in the right direction. And to do that, I reached out to the only person I know who is as dark, twisted, vile, bloodthirsty and relentless as myself. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure, my honor, my distinct privilege to introduce our new interview specialist, training coordinator and Head of Creative, Lucious Starr!! "One For The Money" by Escape The Fate kicks up, pyros lighting up the stage. Lucious Starr steps out from the back to a wave of cheers and applause. He makes his way to the ring, doling out fives and handshakes as he goes. St Remi: It's about time we sign a name worth mentioning. These NBW fans have been getting restless, and UCI faithfuls have damn near boycotted us for putting Spencer Adams out of business. Charlie Hanson: That silver-tongued demon is back on television? And teaming with our owner, no less. We have officially gone to hell, and the doors have been locked behind us. Abbi Stein: If all the guys in hell look like THAT, I'm happy. St Remi: What are you... Sara Conway: For once, I'm with Abbi. Lucious looks DAMN good. Abbi Stein: Back off, bitch. I saw him first. Lucious and Pryde embrace in the ring, Pryde starting to exit. Lucious has the ring and a mic, taking it in as the crowd chants. Wel-come back! Wel-come back! Lucious Starr: Thank you, folks. Really. It warms my heart to know I have been so heartily missed. I'm glad to be standing in this ring right now, I'm happy to be in front of you fans, and I'm proud to be in my new home- New Blood Wrestling. The fans roar, Lucious nodding. St Remi stands, clapping. St Remi: You're a gentleman and a saint, Lucy!! Welcome home!! Abbi Stein: My bed has an extra spot. Charlie Hanson: Really? Vincent Pryde just hired Satan into essentially the second highest position in the house, and all you can think about is getting him in bed? Sara Conway: Thank you, Charlie. Honestly, just because he's clearly keeping in shape with those broad shoulders... Those big, muscular arms... Great ass... Beautiful grin... Abbi Stein: Are you getting as wet as I am? Sara Conway: You already know. Lucious Starr: Like my old friend Vincent said, I am here for three reasons. First, talent scouting. As you all know, I retired from in-ring competition to focus on my wrestling school. With my expertise as a trainer and the talent NBW has accumulated through my advisement in the past- your current First Blood and World Champions, to name a few- I have been tasked with finding the present and future of NBW. With the training staff already on payroll, I feel this will be my easiest task. St Remi: Well, Starr is a former competitor. World Champion, no less. If anyone can pick a winner, certainly he can. Charlie Hanson: Are you kidding? He manipulated management and got himself a sh... Abbi Stein: Sara! Did you see that? Sara Conway: Did he just shift his package around? Abbi Stein: Goddamn, he is packing... Sara Conway: Abbi! Class. He has some beautiful assets. Abbi Stein: A beautiful ass and a nice fuckin dick... Charlie Hanson: Am I the ONLY one who isn't smitten with this demon? St Remi: I mean, I suppose his is almost as big as mine. Good for him. Lucious Starr: Role number two, interviewer. Now, I'm not going to just take on every Tom, Dick and Harry who walks up wanting to talk to me. You had better be damn important if you want to sit with the Fury of Hades. Abbi Stein: What if I want to sit ON you? Sara Conway: Face or dick? Abbi Stein: Do I have to choose? Lucious Starr: And third, creative. We have a lot of talent flowing in right now. And having spent over a decade in the business, I know how easy it is to get lost in the shuffle if you aren't involved in a title picture. So I'll be doing all I can to assure our new stars- and existing ones- have a chance to shine no matter where they are in relation to a title shot. Every star matters; and I will make sure you all see that, too. St Remi: See? A freakin saint. Abbi Stein: I just wanna spit shine his... Charlie Hanson: You've all lost your damned minds!! Lucious isn't here for the greater good; he's here to rain hellfire and brimstone on our ranks while collecting a paycheck from his old friend Vincent Pryde!! Sara Conway: He can rain something on me ANY day of the week... Abbi Stein: Bitch. Dibs. Sara Conway: Threeway? Abbi Stein: Huh. Maybe. Lucious Starr: But now that I've made my introduction, I have many things to attend to before my plate is over stacked. Go grab yourselves some ZimQuila Pod Shots in the refreshment area, and enjoy the rest of the show!! "One For The Money" kicks up as Lucious hands the mic to a stagehand. He rolls out of the ring, Abbi running up behind him. She taps him on the shoulder, leaning in and whispering something into his ear. He grins, nodding as he turns and heads for the back. Abbi joins the rest of the announce team. Charlie Hanson: What was all that about? Abbi Stein: I asked him to fire your ass and he said sure. Mind your damn business, Charles. Sara Conway: Lucious Starr is here in NBW, and... God, is it hot in here? St Remi: We have a master at the helms to aide our fearless leader, and NBW has officially been put on the map!!
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:59:23 GMT -5
Romeo King vs Joe Smarts - feat. a Mystery Opponent
Cameras pan to the ring where Joe Smarts parades around the ring. No referee has come inside yet as the lights go up. "We the People" by A Tribe Called Quest hits showing Commissioner Lamarche with a microphone. Commish: Cut the music... We got bad news. Seems Romeo's flight was cancelled due to weather and he will not be showing tonight. So I guess that makes Joe our winner. Now don't go nowhere... He exits with the lights strobing all sort of red and white colors. In this frenzy, Joe Smarts sees his shadow dancing eratically. He tries to pounce on it - only to have it sharply evade and engulf him. Conway: Didn't he get the message? St Remi: Hold up, Sara. I want to see where he's going with this. Conway: Smarts, eh herm... Joe Smarts has his shadow in a front clutch. St Remi: What's their backstory? Anybody have some dirt on this? Charlie: I hear there's some bad blood. St Remi: In what way, Charlie? Joe rolls over on himself, cradling as if giving a headlock. His screams draw a curious audience closer. He suddenly falls flat from body slam. Conway: The Shadow just body slammed Joe Smarts. St Remi: Going for the pin - but there's no ref! Silo Jones - who was just leaning while getting a girls number over the barricade - lumbers into the ring. He looks down unsure of Joe's body pinned to the canvas. He drops and gives a slow count. 1... 2... 3 -- Conway: Joe kicked out. St Remi: Wonder if it's too late to take bets. Who you got Charlie? Charlie: Everything's coming dark these days. Conway: Yeah... and now Smart hits the ropes - and ducks a clothesline! St Remi: The smartest man alive makes a second pass! Returns with a picture-perfect dropkick! Charlie: I think his shadow evaded... I mean, maybe? Joe slams his body to the hard floor. He shouts for Silo to make the count. 1... 2! 3! St Remi: An upset in the making, as Joe Smarts defeats his own shadow. You won't see that on other programs! Conway: About that... You know what - nevermind. A great win for Joe Smarts. Once again proving he is the smartest bloke to walk the Earth. We're off to commercials folks. Don't go anywhere!
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 15:59:50 GMT -5
The camera pans backstage where FarCry is hyping himself up for his upcoming tag team match. When suddenly backstage interviewer FFC comes into view looking like he just went skinny dipping but forgot to take his clothes off.
FFC: This guy again, maybe we’ll have more luck this time. Hey everyone, it’s me Fat Carl who is hot as F if you know what I mean. I’m here with Noah Knox, AKA FarCry. How are you feeling today?
FarCry: I’m feeling good, Carl.
Carl almost falls down from shock.
FFC: Really, good? Because last week you couldn’t say anything but ‘No.’ What were you so upset about?
FarCry: Well it’s no secret that I struggle with hearing voices, but I assure you and my opponents this week that my head has never been clearer. I’m more focused than I ever have been since joining NBW and this week when I step into the ring with Andre Aquarius and Son Nyeo it’s going to be a different FarCry than you’ve been used to seeing.
FFC: Did Mya Denton get that yes?
FarCry: Excuse me?
FFC: She said that she always gets the yes. Did you give it to her?
FarCry: Uh, sure she’s a tough competitor. She’s been doing well so far since joining and I hope she has great luck in her division. But I doubt our paths will cross with the strict division of genders that Pryce has here so I don’t really know her too well.
FFC: Oh I bet your paths will cross… in BED!
FarCry: I think this conversation is getting a bit inappropriate.
FFC: OOOH Baby, the more inappropriate the better. Tell me more!
FarCry: No, I mean that YOU’RE taking it too far and need to cool it. I’ve never spoken to the woman before, and she’s never spoken to me…
FFC: Yea, if I had my way we wouldn’t be doing too much either. CAN I GET THE HIGHEST OF FIVES!
FFC Raises his hand for approval and FarCry simply looks at the fat wrinkled hand in front of him. FarCry grabs Carl’s hand then twists it behind his back causing Carl to scream in pain before he pushes him forward and away.
FarCry: She’s a lady and doesn’t deserve to be spoken to or about like that. Are you not watching the news, do you not understand the movement that is happening. It’s bad enough that we work for a misogynist I don’t need to be reminded of that fact by hearing you disrespect women too. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a match to prepare for.
FarCry walks away and the camera man stays for awkwardly long on the face of FFC before fading off.
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:00:16 GMT -5
Women's Division Match Bonnie Blue vs Erin Fausse w/Special Guest Commentator: Vandalia
Sara Conway: What a night it's been so far, ladies and gentlemen, on this last Monday Bloody Monday before our January Pay-Per-View! Next up, the action continues as Bonnie Blue and Erin Fausse, both contenders for the Women's Title, face off in singles competition. But first, joining us here at the broadcast booth is the Women's Champion herself! Welcome, Vandalia! Vandalia: Gracias! It's my pleasure to be here! Saint Remi: I think I speak for myself AND Charlie when I say the pleasure is all ours! Charlie Hanson: For once, I can't argue with that. Sara Conway: Now, Vandalia, you find yourself squarely in the middle of a controversy surrounding the very existence of a Women's Division. As the representative of that division, what do you have to say to those who claim that it's archaic and sexist? Vandalia: Well, Sara, that's a difficult and multifaceted question. I can see both sides of the argument, but in the end, this is a controversy that must be met and answered in the squared circle, que no? Saint Remi: And that's exactly what's about to happen. Let's go to Abbi in the ring! The slow beat of Rihanna's "Same Ol' Mistakes" rolls through the arena as blue and white spotlights, synchronized to the music, flare on and off against a darkened stage. Bonnie Blue appears, UCI Tag Title slung over one shoulder, peering at the audience over the rims of a pair of teal shutter shades. A mixture of boos and cheers pours forth from all directions as she surveys her domain, a defiant smirk on pink-glossed lips. Abbi Stein: The following Women's Division match is scheduled for ONE FALL! First to the ring, hailing from space or some spooky shit like that -- the Hardcore Queen, BONNIIIEEE BLUUUEE!!! I can just hear them now / "How could you let us down?" They don't know what I felt / Or see it from this way round Sliding the shades back up, Bonnie makes her way along the aisle with a confident swagger, posing for a few selfies with fans as she reaches ringside. Feeling it overtake / All that I used to hate Wonder what if we trade / I tried but it's way too late Bonnie's steady pace takes her midway around the ring. Without hesitation, she leaps up onto the ring apron and kneels to strike a cocky pose, leaning against the middle rope. She gazes out across the audience for a moment before slipping through the ropes. All the slides I don't read / Two sides of me can't agree When I breathe in too deep / Going with what I always longed for... Haughtily, she saunters to her corner, where she hands off her effects to the official. Abbi Stein: And her opponent... from apparently the middle of fucking nowhere -- ERIN FAUSSE!!! "Open up your murder eyes and see the ugly world that spat you out." Sean Bonnette's vocals erupt over the speakers, drowning out the audience for a few brief moments before they realize just who's coming down to the ring and erupt in a chorus of boos. Erin Fausse emerges from the back, a smile forming on her face as thunderous jeers greet her. Her head cocked to the side, she begins her descent towards the ring, her confidence unfazed by the sea of disapproval from the audience. At the ringside area, she ascends the steel steps, pausing at the first one and turning to face the audience. The smile never leaving her face, she forms her left hand into the shape of a gun and takes aim at the audience, seemingly opening fire on the paying customers. As the boos increase in volume, she rolls her eyes and makes her way up the remaining stairs, stepping into the ring under the bottom rope and backing into her corner. Her eyes slide shut as she awaits the beginning of the match. *DING! DING! DING!* Charlie Hanson: Holy shit! Bonnie Blue out of NOWHERE with a monster clothesline in the corner! Fausse took her time getting out of the way and she paid the price for it! Blue now standing on the turnbuckle raining punches down on her opponent! Vandalia: No surprise there. Not only is Bonnie Blue a vicious competitor, but she learns from every experience in the ring. Erin Fausse has always been a stumbling block for Bonnie -- tonight, the Time Witch is looking to change all that. Sara Conway: A good point. These two have met in the ring on multiple occasions, although this is their first one-on-one matchup and so far, Bonnie Blue is maintaining her advantage! Bonnie waits out the official's count before letting up, then drags Fausse out of the corner by the hair. The ref scolds her, but Bonnie is slow to respond. Looking the official right in the eye, Blue slaps Fausse across the face before releasing her hair. Crowd: BOOOOO!!! Saint Remi: We're seeing a different side of Bonnie Blue here tonight! Erin Fausse staggers a few paces back, shaking her head. Charlie Hanson: Yeah, the lowdown, dirty, underhanded #beachkrew version! She looks up at Bonnie, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Without warning, Fausse charges at Blue! Saint Remi: Sometimes that's the only way to get the job done, especially against someone like Erin Fausse! Like now! SPEAR! Bonnie is on the canvas and now Fausse is laying boots to my Boo! Hey! Stop that! Vandalia: And she does! The referee backs Fausse off of Bonnie Blue, but just for a moment. Erin drops for the cover -- Sara Conway: -- and Bonnie powers up with that shoulder! Not even a one-count. Doesn't seem to bother Fausse, though, as she bounces back to her feet and charges right at Bonnie Blue! Charlie Hanson: Blue ducks the clothesline attempt! Fausse rebounds -- Bonnie ducks again -- WHOA! Saint Remi: And Bonnie eats a boot instead! I can't believe she fell for that! Neither can Bonnie -- or Erin, for that matter. While Bonnie checks to see if she's bleeding, Erin Fausse keeps her distance, pacing just out of reach. Vandalia: Bonnie Blue on the offense again, going for a side facelock -- Fausse with a reversal and now it's Blue in trouble! Quick DDT from Fausse! Good strategy by Erin Fausse, targeting the money-maker... Fausse pulls a dazed Blue back to her feet, runs for the corner -- Sara Conway: Springboard moonsault and Bonnie goes down again! Erin Fausse is dominating this match tonight! Charlie Hanson: You have to wonder if pulling double duty is starting to take its toll on Bonnie Blue. Fausse goes back to the turnbuckles. Saint Remi: Not a chance, bro! Vandalia: Corkscrew Senton! WHAM! Crowd: OOOOOOHH!! Sara Conway: Bonnie out of the way at the last split-second and Erin Fausse eats canvas! Now Blue takes advantage with a cobra clutch! Charlie Hanson: That's not a good position to be in. Fausse reaches for the ropes -- and she misses by a hair! Erin strains for the ropes again as Bonnie Blue pulls back on the hold, trying to keep her from getting the rope break. The NBW faithful start up a chant. Crowd: LET'S GO, ER-IN! *clap-clap-clap* LET'S GO, ER-IN *clap-clap-clap* Saint Remi: First time in history a crowd is solidly behind Erin Fausse -- and it looks like it's actually working! She's so close.... Vandalia: Rope break! Fausse gets a solid grip on the bottom rope and the official makes Blue release the hold! An exhausted Fausse rolls out to catch her breath at ringside! Sara Conway: Blue isn't about to give her a chance to recover! Suicide dive! Both women crash into the barricade! Bonnie gets back up first and saunters to the commentary table; Vandalia rises to her feet. Vandalia: What? You wanna go right now, puta? Think I forgot about last week? In the ring, the official is calling for Bonnie to get back in. Bonnie Blue: I think you better sit the fuck back down, before you -- Charlie Hanson: And here's Erin Fausse, back in this match, whipping Bonnie Blue into the hard edge of the ring! Tired of being ignored, the official begins the count. One -- Saint Remi: Bonnie Boo retaliates with a forearm smash to the face! Two -- Vandalia: Lucky for her, Fausse got her ass in gear so I didn't have to embarass both these bitches before the pay per view. Bonnie grabs Erin Fausse by the shoulders and takes a run at the ring steps... Three -- Sara Conway: No, wait! Fausse manages to stop Bonnie's momentum and slings her against the steps instead! Four -- Charlie Hanson: Not hard enough to have much effect, though! Blue bounces right back and comes at Fausse with a fist! Five -- Saint Remi: Blocked! Fausse trying to create some distance... Six -- Vandalia: But the Time Witch isn't about to give up. She reaches for Fausse and delivers a Muay Thai style knee strike; shades of Andre Holmes! Seven -- Sara Conway: Looks like that flipped a switch! Erin Fausse dives under the apron... Charlie Hanson: Is somebody gonna get back in the damn ring? Eight -- Saint Remi: Bonnie reaches down, dragging Fausse back out from under the apron -- Fausse to her feet again and now the two of them are just slugging it out here at ringside! Nine -- Vandalia: Security already lining up on the stage as these two continue trading punches! Ten!!! *DING! DING! DING!* Security swarms the ringside area, to pull the two combatants apart. Abbi Stein: And the result of this match is a DOUBLE COUNTOUT! Sara Conway: No decisive winner, but one hell of a fight on this Monday Bloody Monday. What implications can this possibly have going into next week's Blood Moon Rising pay-per-view?
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:00:37 GMT -5
Shadowlove vs Gray Zee vs Kendrick Kross
“Skepta” by Man hits the sound to the enormous shape of Gray Zee Accompanied by Gabriel Lane. He comes out wearing a leather hoodie; he uncovers his face and lifts his arms up. The moment he does that, pyrotechnics explode at both sides like a chain reaction. Abbi Stein: Who called for the heavy artillery? It’s Gray Zee and his walking brain! When he arrives to the ring, he takes the steps, takes off his leather hoodie and enters the ring. Conway: Defeats are one motivator. I have to think Gray is poised to retake shape here tonight. Charlie: I mean he’s so big. He has to be able to do something… St Remi: Something big? Charlie: Well, yeah, something like that. When the word Loyalty hits. The lights come up as stage pyros go off with lights flashing blue and white. Kendrick Kross slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring any of the fans that might be trying to reach out to touch him. He makes a point to stay in the middle of the ramp. Abbi Stein: Oy! Es some bloke from Chelsea… Flying K, Kendrick Kross! Kross heads down the last half of the ramp, adjusting the black leather jacket he has on over his white tank top. Finishing his outfit, he has on his black jeans and Nike high tops. Kross lets out his only grin as he stops at the end of the ramp before taking the left turn to walk up the steps to the ring. After stepping between the middle and top ropes, he takes off his jacket… Conway: New Blood is flourishing with all this new talent. St Remi: Leaning on old names as well. Like a sturdy pillar. Charlie: The internet was all a buzz about this guy. I watched some of his Youtube stuff! St Remi: Thanks Dad… Definitely going to be a contrast of styles though. ad lays it on the turnbuckle to reveal his arms taken over with his tattoos. He hops up on the turnbuckle nearest him and then takes off his tank top revealing the rest of his tats. Conway: It should be a good show… wait, we’re receive word now that Shadowlove will not be competing tonight. And looks like the referee for has already gathered the fighters together. St Remi: We take what we can get. At least we didn’t have to buy tickets. Charlie: Or popcorn! St Remi: Yeah… After a bit of coaching, Gray Zee heads to meet resident prude, Chandra Betts in the center… Kendrick Kross is already they’re in a loose stance. Conway: Reminds me of Bruce Lee with how he’s jogging in place. St Remi: I was gonna say Sugar Ray… but yeah, that’s good too. Gray charges at the bell, throwing the smaller Kross to the mat with pure strength. He follows a diving double axe-handle. It clubs the Brit’s back, leading to a surfboard stretch. Conway: Gray Zee wants this one bad. And he’ll take Kendrick Kross to hell if need be. St Remi: Just unadulterated power from the German. I bet Charlie’s gushing. Charlie: Nah, blondes are boring. Kross manages to wiggle free, but as he stands, a pummeling lariat throws him back down. Kross rolls through it though, and hits a quick dropkick to Gray’s knee. St Remi: Go from the base up. Only way to chop a tree down. Charlie: Oh man! A quick DDT spikes the German! Conway: Waste no time on the cover… 1! 2! Conway: Just two… Well, we knew Gray Zee was a strong man. St Remi: More so with Gabriel shouting to him from the skirt. Just brimming with intensity. Charlie: Zee is up like a bad dream— St Remi: What? Charlie: —taking it right back to Kendrick Kross with measured punches. His guard breaks after a few solid strikes, leaving Kross open for body shots. He take several in the ribs. The ref watches them with a close eye. She dares intervening until Kross goes up and across the ring via German suplex. Unsatisfied, the Bavarian brute follows with a bridging capture suplex. 1! 2! 3— St Remi: He almost lost that one. Gray Zee is such a monster that he almost held him down. Conway: Gabriel shouting to make sure his ripped Adonis doesn’t let up. Charlie: Kross going up… but he looks like deadweight from here. I don’t see him holding up much longer, guys. Zee has his foot on pedal. Gray holds Kendrick for a powerbomb and plants the Brit with ease. The audience begins rallying behind the newcomer, only to see him go back up for a second bomb. It hits a little harder. Gray now looks pink as he pulls Kross up for a third powerbomb. Kross on a wiry move – all while drops from the clutch – turns his momentum into a Pele Kick. Charlie: Pele for the Goooooooo— St Remi: Oh my god, don’t! Conway: That Pele Kick might have dazed Gray’s blitzkrieg for now. But both men now taking extended naps on the canvas. What a move from Kross though! St Remi: Exactly. He tricked the blockhead into using all his strength. Now he’s gassed. Conway: How can you tell? St Remi: You know how people get after pumping too many reps? Charlie: All the time, Remi. St Remi: Well, I can see that look in Zee. He’s pulling on reserves to finish this one. Referee Chandra Betts almost began a count until seeing both fighters on their feet. Kross uses the ropes while his opponent limps in his direction. With a back to the German, Kendrick springs from the middle rope… Conway: Tornado DDT! Kross just wiped Gray Zee out a second time. St Remi: But this time he’s in control. Gabriel can only watch as his prodigy falters. Conway: An expert game from the Brit though. He’s going up top! Zee pushes himself up once more and heads straight for the turnbuckle. Conway: Kross leaps… Charlie: K Bomb! Force and momentum go against the big man once more, as Kendrick Kross leapt from the top rope and executed a spiking Canadian Destroyer. Zee rolled over much to the chagrin of his screaming manager. Kross rolls into a desperate cover. 1! 2! 3! Abbi Stein: He’s no twit – give it up Kendrick Kross… Yay. Kross slides under the ropes and makes his way to the back. Gabriel Lane goes to his client’s aide while lights go up. Conway: Great effort from Kendrick Kross. He faced the onslaught and stood tall. St Remi: I had my doubts at first, but he’s made me a believer. Charlie: Then you saw his face— St Remi: I will strangle you— Conway: As you said, Kendrick Kross making a believer of this arena. Stayed tuned for more fast-paced action, here on the bloodiest Mondays!
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:00:51 GMT -5
Open backstage to FFC and his shaky cameraman, Dwayne. His grin could not be wider.
FFC: Hey fans, Carl Penske here. And do we have a treat for you. Fresh off a beating by company black shirts is the forsaken son of the sea, Captain Pelican.
Capt: It's good to be here, Ricki.
FFC: You were screwed out of this match by the Commissioner. What do you plan to do now?
Capt: Shall I spin you a tale of the seas?
FFC: I'd rather you didn't... How about we focus on your beef with the Bum Fights Division. A series of matches you continue to disrupt at will. Tell us, what's your aim Captain?
He scratches his bushy, peppery beard then puts up a finger.
Capt: If I could be one with the salmon, then you would know the journey ahead for breeding.
FFC: Cool story, Cap'n. So what do you hate about the Commissioner. You've gotten under his skin as of late. Any plans or retalaition in the works?
Capt: Hermit crabs must have a shell. Some would steal this from a smaller crab.
FFC: And that smaller crab is you?
Capt: Lamarche cut my pay - I want that dollar back!
Carl motions Dwayne to get a close-up.
FFC: So you're doing all this for a single dollar?
Capt: I be a man of principle. Jo Lamarche has no honor and must be destroyed.
FFC: What will you do now that you've lost your fishing spear?
Capt: Justice is my -
Captain Pelican wanders off without finishing his thought. Carl shurgs to the camera.
FFC: Well, that was the ocean enigma in all his glory. You heard it here first folks, as it seems bad blood flows over the docking of $1.00 from the Captain's salary. We can only hope there comes a swift resolution to this dispute. I'm your fat pal, Carl Penske, signing the fuck off.
Cut to black.
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:01:16 GMT -5
Tru Grit Rules L Verez vs Mya Denton
Abbi Stein: Guess what, ya'll. It's a woman's match. Charlie Hanson: This next match features that freaky space chick, L Verez, and the even more freaky two face, Mya Denton! This is going to be a crobber bonker, if I've ever seen one! St. Remi: What the hell is a “crobber bonker”, dude? Charlie Hanson: Well, I can't say the other phrase. The one announcer with the cowboy hat and the barbeque sauce uses it. St. Remi: I think you'd be doing everyone a favor if you didn't say anything at all. "Paint it Black" cues up as Mya walks out before skipping down to the ring. Abbi Stein: Ayye, it's that crazy bitch, Mya Denton! When she gets to the ring, she steps inside after wiping her feet on the apron and then sitting on the middle rope. Sara Conway: There's a big difference in styles between these two competitors. One is more unhinged and high risk, the other is more calculated and hard hitting. Let's see how they adapt. St. Remi: My money's on the demented Denton. I don't think that Verez thing knows what it's in for. Plus, she's the one with the momentum going in. Sara Conway: I wouldn't count Verez out so quickly. She may have lost her last bout, but she's always been one to bounce back. The lights bleed a dark indigo color throughout the arena as the whimsical beat to Tetris by DJ Dahi starts. As the spotlight hits, L Verez starts walking slowly to the stage with her hands behind her back, her valet Zima'Ion accompanying her. She slowly turns toward the ring, and moves her arms to an X-crossed position, with an L hand sign on her right hand, and a V hand sign on her left. Once the bass drops, she 360 spins as she drops down to one knee, the lights quickly and constantly beaming a teal color along with the deep bass. Her right hand is holding up her sunglasses, and her left is out with her "come in peace" symbol. As she gets back up, she lifts her right arm up with an "OK" symbol, and her left arm out to the side with her peace symbol. Abbi Stein: Oh. It's this thing. With that other thing. Charlie Hanson: And speak of the he, she, me devil! There she is with her valet, who apparently wants to compete herself. St. Remi: I think we have enough freaks as it is, bro. She spoke for once on camera, and let me tell you, that accent will throw you miles off! As L makes her way down the ramp, she goes to the fans in the front row, holding up her peace sign to them, so they can collide their peace signs with hers. She bows to them and puts an upside-down "OK" symbol against her eye while sticking her tongue out before walking away. St. Remi: Has anyone noticed how much longer this thing's entrance is compared to most of the other talent? Charlie Hanson: I like the colors of the lights. St. Remi: Of course you do. She makes it to the ring, and quickly rolls under the bottom rope as the beat intensifies with a robotic sci-fi like instrumental. The lights constantly switching from indigo to teal to navy blue and then to mint green. She hands her sunglasses to Zima'Ion, and then goes up the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, lifting her arms back up. Her left back to her side with the peace symbol, and her right making an upside-down OK symbol against her eye, also sticking her tongue out. As her music begins to fade out, and the lights return to normal, she sits on the top turnbuckle, with two peace signs held together in a praying position, as she anticipates her match up. *DING DING DING* Sara Conway: And instantly, Mya Denton rushes L to the corner with the wild haymakers. St. Remi: See? It's this sort of aggression that's going to be too much for that thing, dude! It's like me back when I showed everyone no mercy. Sara Conway: Really? I seem to remember you cowering away a lot… L blocks the haymakers, and pushes Mya back with full force, driving her to the mat. Sara Conway: Mya recovering quickly. Going after Verez now, but Verez hits her with snug forearm. Mya staggers back to the rope, but rebounds over to L. Charlie Hanson: Tumbleton from Saskatchewan! St. Remi: That was a headlock takeover, you fool! Sara Conway: L has Mya in a chinlock now, and here is when she starts her joint manipulation. Charlie Hanson: You could almost call her the “Being of 1,004 Holds”! L traps one of Mya’s arms with her leg, and pulls her nose up. Before ref Hobbs starts the 5 count, Mya goes for an eye rake. Charlie Hanson: Wow! This Verez chick isn't messin’ around! She releases the hold and takes the free arm of Denton, smashing her fingers with a massive stomp! Sara Conway: And then she pushes her face to the mat with her boot. No mercy from L Verez tonight as she gives the ref a death stare. The slight distraction was enough for Mya, as she's able to catch L with a drop toe hold. Sara Conway: A good comeback move for Mya. Is she going for a hold now? St. Remi: Haha! Nope! Going right for the hair! Dragging it to the rope! Charlie Henson: She's forcing her face between her knee and the bottom rope! The ref starts the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! Sara Conway: She lets go, but grabs her hair again, now dragging her to the corner, slamming her face on the bottom turnbuckle! Now forcing her boot on the face of the FemAlien! 1! 2! 3! Mya screams in ref Hobb’s face before he can argue with her. He backs off nervously. Some people throw garbage his way for being a pushover. Charlie Hanson: Verez sees the opening, and kicks the back of Mya's kneecap! Follows it up with a classic bionic elbow to the top of the dome, and then a knee to the noggin! St. Remi: Maybe this “being” has a chance after all… L Verez forces Denton to the corner and barrages her with forearms. *SMACK* Crowd: WOOOOOO!!! Charlie Hanson: Big knife edge chop to Denton! L goes for another chop, but Mya catches it with a leg lock, turning it into an…. Charlie Hanson: ARMBAAAR!!! St. Remi: It's on the turnbuckle though. It's an illegal submission. Sara Conway: Oh wow! L steps a bit out of her comfort zone to do a monkey flip, but Mya still keeps the arm bar locked in. St. Remi: Wait… what's it doing?? L manages to grab a couple of Mya's fingers from the hand she stomped on earlier. Charlie Hanson: YEOWCH! She's gnawing her fingers! Mya backs off, savoring her hand. The ref tries to keep L back, but she pushes him off, the crowd laughing at him again. Sara Conway: Olympic slam by the alien! She's following it up… Charlie Hanson: WITH ANOTHER ARMBAAAAR! Sara Conway: a sitting fujuwara armbar to Denton, continuing the assault on her left hand. Mya is just barely close enough to the ropes, and is able to reach it with her foot. Charlie Hanson: Mya rolls her up! ONE! TWO! NO!!! Sara Conway: Mya isn't finished. L arises, and there Mya is with a hurricanrana! Back in position now. She's stalking L… St. Remi: DEMENTED!!! Sara Conway: L ducks! Now she hits the ropes, and lands her bicycle superkick! Mya staggers back, hits the ropes, but retaliates with a barrel roll heel kick! Charlie Hanson: Now that was a crobber bonker!!! St. Remi: Oh no… he’s trying to make it a thing. Mya gets to her feet as L is on her knees, clinging to the ropes. Mya starts to shout at L, and push her face. Charlie Henson: Headbutt right to the crimson chin! Sara Conway: Wow! That snapped her head back as far as I could imagine it going! Charlie Hanson: She's guaranteed to feel that in the morning! Sara Conway: L is still dazed though. As soon as L turns over to Mya, she leaps at her, attempting a Lou Thesz Press, but is met with a forearm. L follows with a barrage of stomps to the left hand. St. Remi: This isn’t a wrestling match, dude. This is a fight! Mya manages to slip her hand from the onslaught, and roll out of the ring, but is immediately met by L’s partner, Zima’Ion. Sara Conway: Zima’s pointing towards the ring, telling her to go back in. St. Remi: Uh oh. That alien just got shoved. L pulls Mya by the hair, but Mya is able to stun gun her. L steps back, trying to gain stability, but Mya quickly goes after her. Charlie Hanson: Chop bloc--- ooh, no! L saw it coming, and struck her with a knee strike! Sara Conway: More stomps to the hand, and now she locks in the Finite! Charlie Hanson: Wait, she’s doing it differently. Sara Conway: She has Mya’s left arm pulled around her neck! She’s elbowing her left hand while pulling on her wrist! Charlie Hanson: She taps! *DING DING DING* Abbi Stein: Ahh, shit. That alien bitch won, I guess. Sara Conway: L came in with redemption, and that’s exactly what she got tonight! St. Remi: Not without having to bring in a mean streak though. That was a vicious fight! Charlie Hanson: What did I tell you? That was one crobber bonker for sure!
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:01:37 GMT -5
If Dark Spectre wins he earns a spot in the Tru Grit title match Dark Spectre vs K.L. Henson
Charlie: Back from commercial, ready for singles action between Dark Spectre and KL Henson! Remi: Keep in mind, if Spectre wins, he’ll be one step closer to championship gold. Spectre paces back and forth in the ring as he looks to the ramp for his opponent. Conway: No KL Henson, but it looks like…. Charlie: Jobber Dave! Spectre looks a bit confused as Dave marches down the ramp before rolling in the ring and looking to the crowd for a reaction while getting none. Remi: Ref nodding his head...I guess the matchup has changed? Dave leans against a corner with both arms skyward as the ref motions for the two to go at it. DING DING DING!! Conway: Both competitors center of the ring here, Dave looking to pull off the impossible. Dave throws a quick jab which barely phases Spectre before running back off the ropes. Charlie: AGENT OF CHAOS!! Remi: Quick cover from Dark Spectre, could this be it? 1! 2! 3! DING DING DING!! Spectre is quick to his feet with his hands sizing up his own waist as before pointing toward the competition in the back. Conway: Just like that, Dark Spectre will join Andre Aquarius and Nyeo Son to determine our first ever True Grit champion in just one week’s time!
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:01:53 GMT -5
Broski Jayden and Ricardo Frenches vs McKenna and Baker
Abbi Stein: The punkamazzles are in the ring and their opponents the Fear of God are on their way. Where’s my whiskey? “If young metro don’t trust you I’m gon shoot you” as that starts before the drop Travis and Morgan sprint out before leaping into the air and hitting their backs together. Once they land they both point to the sky and kiss their cross necklaces. They then walk to the ring together. Travis McKenna talks shit to the fans while Morgan Baker places his fingers in his ears to block out the crowd noise. St. Remi: We REALLY need her to work on her people skills. Sara Conway: Well we have tag team action. And for sure the Snake Pit will be watching this match closely. Charlie Hanson: The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles have been one of the more entertaining acts I’ve seen since I watched that clown and opera singer switch places back at the ’04 rally of Summer in Trenton, New Jersey. McKenna and Broski start the match. Broski immediately gets the upperhand with a headlock then gives McKenna a noogie for good measure. McKenna gets out of the hold and then fixes his hair yelling at Broski. He backs up into his corner and Baker tags himself in. He looks furious as he rushes towards Broski who evades and delivers an overtly theatric arm drag tossing Baker into his corner. Ricardo Frenches gives Baker a bop on the top of the head as he gets up and pushes him from behind into a dropkick by Broski who then tags in Ricardo. Broski twists Baker’s arm and Ricardo jumps over the top rope and lands with a downward strike onto the exposed arm then twists it himself. Baker grabs Ricardo by the hair and throws Ricardo into the ropes. Ricardo runs off and delivers a shoulder tackle, knocking him off his feet. Then Ricardo runs off the other ropes but McKenna waffles him in the back of the head with a kick sending him down hard. Baker runs forward with a running dropkick then tags in McKenna. Charlie Hanson: THIS is tag team action at it’s finest! St. Remi: You’re not complaining about the cheating? Charlie Hanson: Cheating is not only expected in tag team wrestling but ENCOURAGED! I may not like the actions but I’ll defend their right to do it. McKenna is tagged in and delivers boxer-like jabs to Ricardo’s midsection. Baker exits the ring and McKenna continues bashing on Ricardo. Broski begins to stomp on the outside to cheer his tag team partner on when McKenna runs over and hits him. Broski goes to enter the ring and the referee admonishes him. While the referee’s back is turned Baker enters the ring and both men deliver boots to Ricardo who is on the ground. McKenna slaps his own hand really loudly and exits the ring as Baker has Ricardo in a front face lock. Broski chants again and the crowd rallies behind him. Ricardo gets to his feet and then pushes himself toward the outstretched hand of his partner. He is inches away when McKenna enters the ring and the referee admonishes him. Charlie Hanson: BROSKI IS TAGGED IN! Broski comes in like a ball of fire but the referee runs over to him to stop him from attacking Ricardo as he is dragged back into the enemies corner. Sara Conway: The referee didn’t see the tag! Broski fights with the referee as both members of Fear of God double team Ricardo. McKenna tags in and lays the boots to Ricardo. He goes for the pin and the referee counts to 2 before the kickout. McKenna places Ricardo in his corner and tags in Baker. Baker and McKenna go to the middle of the ring and McKenna irish whips Baker into the corner and RICARDO MOVES. He rushes forward and delivers a clothesline to McKenna and all three men are down in the middle of the ring. Charlie Hanson: This could be the moment The Razzlers have been waiting for! Razzlers win Broski jumps up and down reaching for a tag. Ricardo jumps over and delivers the tag to Broski who comes in like a freight train. He delivers a clothesline to Baker, then one to McKenna. Then a dropkick to Baker and another one to McKenna. He runs around the ring and the crowd is going nuts. McKenna comes up from behind Broski for a cheap shot but Ricardo dives in and knocks him out of the ring. He and Broski look at each other and both pump up their fists simultaneously and deliver dual Superman Punches to Baker. Charlie Hanson: SUPA PAHTY! Ricardo covers baker and the referee drops down. 1…2…3!!! Sara Conway: The Razzle Dazzlers win this match!
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:02:13 GMT -5
Bonnie Blue/Vincent Pryde Segment
Saint Remi: All right, dudes and dudettes, we go now to our very own Fat Fuck Carl, backstage live with the girl of my dreams -- Bonnie Blue! The view switches to the 'Tron, where we see Bonnie inexpertly framed by Dwayne the cameraman, dressed in her ring gear and wearing her UCI Tag Title over one shoulder. Nearby, FFC fidgets nervously with his microphone. It takes him a minute to realize that he's on the air, turning a blank stare to the camera as he does. Even then, he hesitates. Bonnie Blue: Carl? We're live. FFC: Oh. OH! Right! Ahaha. Ok, well, thanks for taking the time to chat with us here tonight. Now, the first thing I have to ask you, Bonnie, is about your continuing disagreement with Mr. Pryde over the division between men and women in the wrestling ring. Are you likely to come to a compromise? Bonnie Blue: That's a damned good question, Carl. I don't really see ol' Vinny as the compromisin' type. Maybe we oughta find out. FFC: What do you mean? Bonnie Blue: Come with me. Both of y'all. An' keep that camera rollin', Dwayne. Don't wanna miss nothin' good. With a mischievous smile on her face and a spring in her step, the Time Witch leads the procession through the back corridors of the Garden. Along the way, they encounter Andre Jenson, who gives Bonnie a nod. The two trade a fist bump before parting ways. Carl hesitates, watching Jenson round a corner and disappear -- which of course forces him to jog to catch up to Dwayne and Bonnie. By the time he does, he has to stop; doubled over and gasping dramatically. FFC: What -- *gasp* -- was -- *pant* -- that about? *wheeze* Bonnie Blue: What was what about? FFC: You and -- *pant* -- Andre *gasp* Jenson? Bonnie Blue: Oh, that? Me an' Jenson go way back to them bad old days at the Dub, before Mexico. FFC: What, uh -- what happened in Mexico? The young woman's expression darkens. Bonnie Blue: We don't talk about it. Although in light of the #MeToo an' #TimesUp movements, perhaps we should. Speakin' of sleazy, ass-grabby types, here we are. The trio stop in front of a door with a shockingly modest plaque on it, reading: VINCENT PRYDE -- OWNER -- NEW BLOOD WRESTLING Flanking the door are two young women dressed in roller derby gear, each with a pair of skates draped over a shoulder by the laces. In unison, the women move to bar the way, arms crossed and menacing scowls on their faces. Bonnie Blue: Move. Or I'm gonna move ya. Girl #1: You think you're bad enough to take on the Killmore Girlz? Bonnie Blue: Sugar, I'm Bonnie Blue, the baddest bitch on the whole damn roster, an' y'all better recognize. Now, I got business with your boss, so I'm tellin' y'all again -- move! Intractable and unimpressed, the Killmore Girlz stand shoulder-to-shoulder in open defiance. The Hardcore Queen tenses like a snake coiled to strike. Hostile anticipation fills the corridor. Fat Fuck Carl gestures at Dwayne, and the two back out of harm's way, camera trained on the women the whole time. All at once, Bonnie goes on the attack, dropping one Killmore Girl with a shot from her Tag strap. The second one gets a couple of quick strikes in before Bonnie puts her on the floor with a stunner. Seconds later, the door to the office opens, the commotion having at last attracted the attention of Vincent Pryde -- or, perhaps more accurately, his personal bodyguard. Onslaught glowers down at Bonnie while Dwayne continues to film. Mockingly, Bonnie blows a kiss at the big man and ducks under his arm, slipping past him into Pryde's office; where the man himself sits behind his desk, head bent over a stack of papers. With feigned surprise, Pryde looks up. Vincent Pryde: Ah, Miss Blue. Funny, I don't seem to recall you making an appointment, so -- why have you barged into my office? Bonnie Blue: Oh, is this a bad time? The young woman perches on the edge of his desk, giving no indication of being in any hurry to leave. Bonnie Blue: I mean, I get it. Busy schedule, terrorizin' small Romanian villages; virgin blood's a lot harder to come by these days; turnin' into a bat probably ain't quite as easy with them couple extra pounds around the middle, there, an' -- Vincent Pryde: WHAT do you want, Bonnie? A slow grin spreads across her face, to Pryde's clear vexation. She leans in close across the desk, everything in her manner vaguely seductive as her sea-blue eyes draw his gaze; her voice is a sultry purr. Bonnie Blue: Vinny, sugar... you know exactly what I want.... Swiftly, she draws away from him. Bonnie Blue: A match. That's it. An' not one of these eye-gougin', hair-pullin' catfights you're so fond of, neither. I want an opponent makes it worth lacin' my boots up, ya feel me? Elbows rest on the desk in front of a speculative Vincent Pryde, steepled fingers tapping out a staccato rhythm as he considers. Vincent Pryde: Outside the Women's Division, I presume? Bonnie Blue: Duh. Vincent Pryde: ANY man on my New Blood roster? Bonnie Blue: Past, present, or future. She doesn't notice the knowing look that passes between Pryde and his bodyguard, nor the twin smirks on either man's face. Vincent Pryde: You want to prove that women belong in the ring with men so badly? Why? Bonnie Blue: It's about equality, my man. Look, if you want to have a division where women can fight each other, fine. But to force it on me or any other chick don't wanna play like that? That's just some backward-ass, dark ages thinkin' right there. Pryde strokes his chin, making a theatrical show of thinking over her words. At last, he slams his hands down on the desk and rises from the chair. Vincent Pryde: Very well, Bonnie Blue, you shall have your match -- your opportunity to open my eyes -- but I warn you; you asked for this. At our next pay-per-view event, Blood Moon Rising, in a first-of-its-kind mixed singles match, Bonnie Blue takes on.... He hesitates for several seconds for dramatic effect. Vincent Pryde: ...former New Blood Wrestling Heavyweight Champion -- Onslaught! The young woman beams at him. Bonnie Blue: Perfect. Vincent Pryde: And just to make sure there's no unwanted interference from your Guardians, the match will take place... in a STEEL CAGE! Bonnie Blue: I knew you'd eventually see reason, Mr. Pryde. An' I guarantee -- you ain't gonna regret this for one moment. Vincent Pryde: Oh, no, I absolutely will not, Miss Blue. A wicked smile etched on his face, the scene fades and the view returns to the commentary table. Jonah St. Remington, Sara Conway, and Charlie Hanson are all staring at the 'Tron in various states of surprise. Recovering first, Remi clears his throat and shuffles some note cards in front of him. Saint Remi: Well, there you have it, bros and lady-bros! New Blood Rising is shaping up to be one of the most interesting Pay-Per-View events in NBW with the addition of this historic mixed-gender singles match in a cage -- and to make things even more interesting, both competitors are former world champions! How will this epic battle of the sexes affect the future of New Blood Wrestling? Contact your local cable provider to order the Blood Moon Rising ppv and find out next Monday night!
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:02:34 GMT -5
First Blood Rules match with Tru Grit shoot requirements as well with a 3.5k word limit FarCry and Emmit Kraus vs Andre Aquarius and Nyeo Son
Emmit Kraus steps onto the stage as “Getting Away With Murder” plays him out. As the music cuts, he stops at the edge of the ramp and looks out among the crowd. He smirks as the music picks up and he continues walking to the ring. Abbi Stein: Making his way to the ring, from Cape May, New Jersey. Emmit Kraus! Kraus steps onto the apron and climbs in, waiting now for the match to begin. Abbi Stein: His Partner is FARCRY! My Own Summer plays loudly as a spotlight shines on a smoke filled entrance way. The smoke clears as the lyrics start and FarCry is seen standing in the smoke. He walks slowly down to the ring with his hair over his face. He gets to the ring and jumps on the apron as the chorus blares and he rocks his head back revealing the bearded and brooding face of a man ready to fight. He climbs into the ring and finds a neutral corner, removes his shirt and prepares for battle. Abbi Stein: They’re facing Andre Aquarius… New Freezer by Rich the Kid hits the arena. A thick smoke fills the stage and ramp areas and a ice blue lighting smothers everything as the beat starts to vibrate through the area. As the beat drops, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, hyping himself up and soaking in a chorus of boos. He makes his way down the entrance ramp, pounding a fist against his chest. He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turn buckle, mouthing the words to the song as his shoulders shimmy back and forth before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as he waits for his opponent. Abbi Stein: And Son Nyeo The slow, techno beats of Burning up by BTS stars, accompanied by dark, slow-motion footage of a rave on the titantron and multicolored strobelights. It all stops as a voice speaks a single word in korean. “Bultaoreune” The area explodes into a cascade of red and white to reveal Nyeo Son on the ramp, arms outstretched and with a smirk on his face. He makes his way to the ring, his body swaying in time to the music, his coat and gloves catching the light and making him shine like a lonesome star in the otherwise dark arena. He rolls into the ring and stares down the hard camera as he leans over the ropes, licking his lips with a smirk before casually arching back until he is lying on his back on the mat, the camera switches to show him straight from above as he gestures it closer, a hungry look on his face before the lights go out once more. Charlie Hanson: Today the number one contenders for the First Blood title are teaming up against some of the strongest wrestlers in the land in the other guys. St Remi: That’s right. The two guys fighting for the first blood title have an uphill battle as they are set to face the other two men. Sara Conway: Apologies. I just got back from the ladies room. Here’s the tentative schedule for the rest of the show. As you can see Emmit Krauss and FarCry are set to team up against Andre Aquarius and Son Nyeo in tag team action with First Blood Rules! Charlie Hanson: That’s pretty much what we were saying. Sara Conway: The rules in the match are unique. Only one member of the team must shed blood in order for the entire team to be defeated. So even if you’re not the one to be bleeding you can be the one to get pinned. St. Remi: Thanks for the clarification Dr. Seuss. Sara Conway: Why? St Remi: World renowned doctor of astrophysics Doctor Reynold Seuss, famous for over explaining things. Pardon the Mansplanation. Sara Conway: Once again you’re being fed false information. Charlie Hanson: (giggles) Sara Conway: And I explained the rules because it’s the first time we’ve had match like this. Gawd! The bell rings and the match begins. FarCry steps into the ring for his team and Andre for his in a rematch from week one. Just like a few weeks earlier they lock up and FarCry gets the advantage. Andre pushes FarCry into the ropes who runs off and returns with a shoulder block. He runs off the other side of the ropes as Andre returns to his feet. Andre Leap Frogs FarCry but Knox stops short and catches Andre then slams him down with a main event spinebuster. He goes for the pin but the referee waves it off. Charlie Hanson: Traditional wrestling is in Noah Knox’s blood. It seems hard for him to get used to these new first blood rules in New blood Wrestling. Andre reaches up and scrapes his fingernails on FarCry’s head cutting him open slightly. St. Remi: IT COUNTS! FarCry holds his head as Andre reaches over and goes for the tag for Son. Nyeo Son Jumps over the top rope with a kick to FarCry’s midsection. He then runs off the ropes and delivers a running drop kick to FarCry. Knox rolls into his corner after the onslaught to tag in Krauss. But Krauss falls off the apron and to the floor below. He grabs his ankle as the outside referee goes to check on him. St: Remi: GET A MEDIC! Sara Conway: I don’t know what made him fall? FarCry, with his back to the ring is met with a double knee strike to his back crushing him into his own corner. Son Nyeo drags FarCry into his corner and tags in Andre. Son holds Knox open and Andre delivers a free shot to his stomach rearing him over. Andre then runs off the opposite ropes and delivers a scissors kick to the back of his head before tagging Son back in. St: Remi: These two guys are really hitting it off, and laying into FarCry who can’t seem to get back into the match. Meanwhile Krauss gets the ok from ringside doctors and is back on the apron in his corner reaching for a tag. Andre holds FarCry up and Son delivers his own free shot to him Son puts FarCry in a headlock and drives his elbow into his back forcing him to the ground. But FarCry gets to his feet and delivers a back drop and turns and crawls to Emmit Krauss. Son grabs FarCry by the leg and tries to drag him back into his corner. FarCry delivers an enzuiguri and knocks Son hard to the ground and he jumps to Krauss for the tag. But again Krauss drops hard to floor and clutches his ankle as the referee again goes to check on him. St: Remi: I think he’s seriously injured! Charlie Hanson: I think he’s faking it! Sara Conway: Whatever it is FarCry is in trouble again. Aquarius runs and splashes FarCry into his own corner again and drags him to the middle of the ring to go for the pin. 1…2… KICKOUT! Barely. FarCry struggle to his feet and is met with a swift boot from Andre knocking him down hard. He tags in Son who climbs to the top rope and delivers a beautiful elbow drop off the top rope and goes for a pin. 1…2… KICKOUT! Son, seemingly expecting this kick out immediately transfers to a front headlock and drives FarCry’s face into the mat. Meanwhile the referee on the outside is yelling at Kraus who is activing defensive and is forced to get back on the apron. Kraus yells back down at the referee below. FarCry struggles to his knees, and then to his feet. He pushes Son into the ropes where Andre gets the blind tag. FarCry rushes forward with a clothesline that Son Nyeo ducks under but Andre is hit with full force sending him hard to the ground. FarCry turns around and sees Son coming towards his when he delivers a pop-up European uppercut and falls to the floor next to his opponent. Sara Conway: Finally some breathing room, and he’s moving towards Krauss while Son and Andre are down. Andre gets back to his feet as does Son. The whole time Krauss is arguing with the referee while standing on the apron. When suddenly he is met with a blind Tag from FarCry who slaps him so hard in the back he actually falls to the ground below and seems to twist his ankle. FarCry rolls out of the ring and yells at his partner who is tending to his poor kicker. Krauss and FarCry continue yelling at each other when Krauss slaps FarCry across the face. FarCry’s eyes open wide as he stares bullets at Krauss who shows a face of fear. Krauss goes to run away but FarCry grabs him by the hair and throws him under the bottom rope. Krauss gets to his feet and shouts at FarCry on the outside of the ring when Son Nyeo taps him on the shoulder. Krauss slowly turns around and then is met with a forearm strike by Nyeo. He then whips Krauss towards the other corner where Andre is standing and delivers a jumping elbow and goes for the pin. Charlie Hanson: AN ASSISTED RODNEY’S REVENGE! Sara Conway: And that’s all she wrote, folks! 1…2…3!!! Andre’s music plays as he and Son celebrate their victory out of the ringside area. FarCry rolls into the ring and helps Krauss to his feet. The two men shout at each other for a moment when suddenly deep rock music plays and Kid DeKay shows up at the entrance holding his title and a barbed wire covered steel chair. FarCry turns to the First Blood Champion and stands tall waiting for the assault, wanting to be ready this time, side by side with his partner this week and his other opponent for the title. When Krauss delivers a bull elbow to the back of FarCry’s head knocking him hard to the ground. DeKay runs to the ring and slides under and delivers a hard shot to FarCry’s back, cutting him open in about 5 different places, the barbed shears on the chair ripping flesh. Krauss picks up FarCry by the head and shouts at him. “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?!?” He slaps FarCry across the face. “I’M EMMIT FUCKING KRAUSS BITCH!” He tosses FarCry towards Dekay who obliges with a vicious barbed wire chair shot to the dome of FarCry cutting his head open and knocking him out cold. Krauss shouts at Dekay now. “PICK HIM UP!” St: Remi: It seems that these two NBW originals are showing some solidarity against the new regime that has been coming in. Sara Conway: Well FarCry has been on the edge, Pryde doesn’t know if he can trust him. Even though he gave him a title shot this is his sick and twisted way of trying to get Knox on the side of what he thinks is right. Something tells me that this is going to backfire. DeKay picks up FarCry and Krauss reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife. Charlie Hanson: A KNIFE! St. Remi: Don’t worry, that’s just Sebastian. Sara Conway: It’s a fucking weapon! Krauss licks the blade and brings it to FarCry’s neck looking like he’s going to end his life when Dekay says something to him stopping him from pulling the blade. Sara Conway: Where is help when he needs it. Where is Mya Denton, whatever they have going on you would think she would want to intervene here!?!? Krauss looks at DeKay with disdain and sheathes the weapon and returns it to his pocket. He looks down and sees the chair sitting on the floor, covered in FarCry’s blood. He pulls FarCry out of Dekay’s hands and thors him to the floor, his face landing hard on the chair. When Krauss lines up his kill shot. He puts his foot on the back of FarCry’s head and looks at Dekay. This time DeKay seems to give the OK as Emmit jumps up as high as he can and comes down hard, his boot landing on the back of FarCry’s head and his face shredding into the barbed wire steel chair. FarCry lays on the floor twitching as Emmit Krauss grabs DeKays hand and raises them both in the air. DeKay pulls his hand away and leaves as quickly as he came leaving Krauss alone in the ring with the bloody and beaten FarCry. Charlie Hanson: In case you didn’t know, Emmit Krauss is a scary man. And even though he and DeKay seemed to have teamed up tonight, don’t expect it to be that way on Blood moon Rising when they are forced to face each other for the title. Neither men like losing, but it looks like they may have taken FarCry out of the match all together. Maybe that was Pryde’s plan all along? Sara Conway: Someone get a medic. Someone get Krauss out of here. This was ridiculous. There’s no way actions like this can go without actions. Krauss shouldn’t be given a title shot, he should be arrested, fined or suspended if not all three.
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:02:50 GMT -5
The jumbotron shows L Verez, still recovering from her match against Mya Denton. She's walking backstage, seemingly on a mission. Before she can get to wherever she's headed, her Guardians leader, Bonnie Blue is sighted.
Bonnie Blue: Aye, partner. Good match out there.
L Verez: Likewise, comrade. How did the weekly boss harassment go?
Bonnie Blue: About as good as you’d expect. You lookin’ for someone?
L Verez: Yes. I wanted to know where…
And just like that, Andre Jenson had appeared in front of her.
Bonnie Blue: I'll leave ya two to it. I think I've dealt with enough hooplah for one day.
Bonnie walks off, and L turns her attention over to Jenson.
Andre Jenson: M’lady. What can I do for you?
L Verez: Greetings, Jenson. I'd like to know more about this “Insurgency”. I couldn't help my curiosity after our conversation last week.
Andre Jenson: All in good time.
He offers a bag to L Verez.
Andre Jenson: Pretzel?
L Verez: You’re acting very odd, Jenson. Maybe if I can speak to Kidsgrove.
Andre Jenson: Aha! Well, yes, that would be good… Alas, Mr Kidsgrove is currently in LA hosting an after party for homeless Nicaraguan refugees after he attended the Screen Actors Guild awards on Saturday. He sends his apologies.
L Verez: All I want is information on this whole Insurgency idea. You gave Bonnie a card, which was a nice sentiment, but you've not given us any details. You're being dodgy, and I don't have the time or the patience for it.
Andre Jenson: I understand. I really do, but I can’t talk about it just now. Soon though, very soon. If you look at the card closely you may even see the answer you seek. You might have to roll well for perception mind, but it’s there.
L Verez: Roll what? What are you saying?
Andre Jenson: Even the smallest detail can make a big difference Ms Verez. I cannot advise you on this, you will have to walk your own path. All I can say is people who cut corners do so at their own risk.
Jenson walks away leaving L Verez scratching her head at the nonsense she’s just been told... until she looks at the card again.
L Verez: Aha! Now this is making sense!
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:03:01 GMT -5
Vincent Pryde comes out to the entrance ramp before the match begins with a microphone in his hands.
Vincent Pryde: Ladies and Gentleman I am here to make an announcement, so SHUT UP! A MAN IS SPEAKING!
Crowd: BOOOO!!!!
Vincent Pryde: It hurts that you boo me, it really does. Because I'm many things but I'm nothing if not a man of the people. I give the people what they want, and it's no secret to me that currently Hashtag #SuspendKrauss is trending nationwide on twitter. Many of you seem to forget the whole point of this company THAT I BUILT FROM THE GROUND UP! BLOOD IS POWER AND PAIN IS VICTORY!
Crowd: CHEERS!
Vincent Pryde: But the people have spoken so I suppose I have to do something about Krauss' actions. So I'm here to officially issue my verdict. The defendant, Emmit Krauss is hereby found guilty!
Crowd: CHEERS!
Vincent Pryde: And his punishment... a $50 fine and he is suspended from fighting on the house shows WITH PAY until the next televised event!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Sara Conway: Fifty dollar fine!?!? That's nothing! A man's life was put in jeopardy and all he gets is a fifty dollar fine!
St. Remi: And he can't work the house shows this week. So he's going to be out of practive by the next time he competes. Gawd, that sounds awful!
Sara Conway: you know Pryde's really starting to get on my bad side here.
NBW CEO embraces the hate from the crowd and addresses them again.
Vincent Pryde: And, for those of you concerned, Noah Knox, AKA FarCry is in stable condition but MAY not be able to compete next week. I am going to keep him on the card but it will be a game time decision on whether or not he will be able to compete. IF he is unable to compete for any reason he will be fined $5000 dollars and will be suspended from house shows AND television for a MONTH WITHOUT PAY! THE CEO HAS SPOKEN! HAHAHAHAHA!
Crowd: BOOOOO!!!!
Sara Conway: Even though he may not be cleared he's keeping him on the card and is going to punish him if he no shows. This is not fair. Where's that business card...
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Post by Action Reel on May 5, 2020 16:03:19 GMT -5
Conway: Welcome back to the bloodshed. Up next has some the biggest stakes of the evening, as the victor has a chance to go to Blood Moon Rising and challenge for the Tru Grit Title.
St Remi: And become the inaugural champion at that.
Conway: Expect war to break loose tonight as both men collide for all the keeps.
Charlie: Oh man – here we go!
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 Stein: I think I’m turning Japanese… It’s "HEAVY METAL" MASUTAROU! Suck it!
Masutarou 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.
Conway: Masutarou walking talk tonight. You ever get that feeling when two stars are about to collide, and you aren’t sure what’s going to happen?
Charlie: All the time, Sara.
Conway: I was asking Remi… but yes, it is a guttural feeling.
St Remi: Well, he needs to be on an A+ plus game tonight. Because here comes his opponent.
"The Curse" by Disturbed plays over the speakers and the monster known as Corey Bull walks out to the top of the ramp, four feet of logging chain draped over his shoulder.
Abbi Stein: You guys wondering the same thing? 6’10” – 385 pounds – gotta be altogether, right? Fine, here’s here from the Great Northwoods… THE HATEBRINGER COREY BULL!
Bull whips his hair back and stretches his arms out to his sides and the ramp lights up as an explosion rocks the ramp area and a mushroom cloud floats to the ceiling. Bull marches to the ring, climbing in and walking to the center of the ring. He stares out at the crowd and raises his hands above his head and crosses the wrists and the crowd cheers him on.
Conway: Bull, the frenemy of all wrestling fans worldwide.
St Remi: And his prestige meets the Monarch of Metal. Titans in their own right with one gold in sight. This will not be for the faint of heart. So Charlie, earmuffs!
Charlie: Don’t you mean, eye goggles? St Remi: I swear to god… Well here we go everyone. Stars align once more for bloodshed.
Conway: (off headset) It was better when I said it.
Charlie: Masutarou welcomes the bell. Corey Bull makes a predatory circle of his opponent, daring the much smaller fighter to reach first. Masutarou thinking the same.
St Remi: Silo just watching, as usual. Corey Bull takes the outstretched hand and whips the Monarch of Metal – he rebounded right into a soaring flapjack.
Charlie: Ooh baby, he touched the stars on that one!
Conway: Bull circles then grabs the nape of Masutarou’s neck, hoisting him back to his feet. A quick exchange ends with one of those monstrous fists leveling the son of Osaka.
Masutarou stumbles with Bull in pursuit. Corey Bull passes him off the ropes. On the rebound, he hurdles a crouched opponent – and then returns from the other side in four strides. Masutarou was waiting for this, hitting a sudden enzugiri for all the trouble. Fans rise to that shotgun crack.
St Remi: Both finding openings, but nothing I’d call an advantage.
Conway: No way, they’re veterans. It will take more than that to scramble either man.
Charlie: Masutarou chaining that kick with rising knee.
St Remi: Another big shot to the breadbasket. You know that old saying, Charlie.
Charlie: Get paid upfront!
St Remi: In your case, absolutely… Corey Bull swings back with those huge fists.
Bull takes on a sudden spurt of spastic rights. Masutarou returns with straight on lefts. One ill-fate strike sends Masutarou backwards. Bull chases, clotheslining him over the top rope. Fan cheer his name as the Monarch of Metal gathers slow to his feet. They demand a highlight play.
Conway: He can’t be serious?
St Remi: You bet you bippy, Sara. Both of these guys are in it to win it. Nothing else…
Conway: Cheers have Corey Bull deciding something dangerous. He hits the opposite ropes!
Charlie: Swan dive into the unsuspecting arms of Masutarou.
Conway: That just killed both men! Although Bull seems to be recovering.
Silo Jones can only scratch his head with the action bleeding to the outside. Corey Bull rams his smaller foe into the announcers table. Masutarou howls with his back crushing against hard fibers. Both separate with Masutarou drooping in Bull’s grip. Fans erupt at a sudden intrusion – where the skidding weight of the Fat Smarkish comes barreling towards him. Bull anticipates his speed, and in one swift motion, chokeslams Smarkish in a rainbow arc through the timekeeper’s booth. Smarkish and two others roll about after his weight crushed their drink table.
Conway: That was ill-advised… Now our people come to their aid.
St Remi: Smarkish may not have wanted to fight. But he just got between the lion and its dinner.
Conway: Masutarou snuck away. So maybe Smarkish helped after all.
Charlie: Bull takes off after him!
Rounding the corner, Corey Bull springs off the steps – reaching almost 45 inches at his vertical – and hits a rolling clothesline after the impact. Both then lie supine after that thunderous collision. The referee forgot to do his job, choosing instead to watch the action unfolding. Bull clambers onto the apron just as the first count begins.
1… 2… 3… 4…
Conway: Corey Bull taking his place in the eastern corner. Masutarou only now on his feet.
5… 6…
St Remi: This one could end poorly if can’t get back inside.
7…
Fans let loose a long sigh as the Monarch manages to roll under the third rope. Bull rushes with a running dropkick – in a sudden swerve – Masutarou avoids disaster.
Conway: Expert timing from the Japanese phenom. Corey Bull almost slid out of the ring.
Charlie: It could have been an earthquake in here. Had he hit it, of course…
St Remi: Bull pulling himself to the apron – flying forearm!
Charlie: Rock n’ Roll baby!
Bull grabs his mask as that last shot jarred it loose. Masutarou takes advantage with several strong knee strikes through the middle ropes. The Hatebringer stands up and yanks his opponent by his long, raven hair. Silo Jones looks surprised – forgetting that he could intervene at any moment – as Bull climbs to the second rope for something high risk.
Conway: What’s going through that evil mind?
St Remi: I don’t wanna know. But it has sinister intentions.
Conway: The Hatebringer wrenches Masutarou over one shoulder – a chokeslam!?
Charlie: Reversal! Osaka from Love as he takes the arm of Corey Bull for a ride!
St Remi: Clever move. He just turned that devastating slam into a armbar.
Conway: Can he use the ropes like that?
St Remi: No, no you cannot. And Jones is fanboying again…
Corey Bull yells as his arm dangles into the ring, held tight in a suspended armbar from the Monarch of Metal. His illegal maneuver continues until enough screaming fans spurs the ref into action. He pulls them apart, but not before the damage was done to Corey Bull’s dominant arm. Masitarou drops the arm again. A quick hotshot whips it away violently.
St Remi: He has a target now. Not sure it’d be my first choice. But you sometimes have to make tough choices in the heat of a bout. Besides, we’re just agents of hindsight.
Conway: Masutarou going again for the arm… Bull swats him away with a chop.
Charlie: I don’t like this at all. The Hatebringer is in big trouble.
This break lets Bull enter the ring again. His slumping pace brings them front and center. Masutarou charges blindly. Yet it Bull was waiting – spinning him out with a huge spine buster.
1!
2!
Conway: The Hatebringer had that one in sights. But so does the Monarch of Metal. Both men know what rides on this competition.
Charlie: There can only be one!
St Remi: Just when things got awesome… Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?
Charlie: Bull pulling him from the mat. Masutarou clubs back!
Conway: I don’t think these men know what’s going on anymore. Those punches were out of sheer will and desperation. This is the soul of Tru Grit!
Bull slams back with a bigger punch. Masutarou ducks and hits a near slow-motion crucifix pin. 1!
2!
3—
Conway: Bull kicks with every bit of soul in him. His debut sullied. His redemption fared no better. Tonight, the Hatebringer wants nothing more than a foot above the rest. And he can do it here – so long as he can break through this metal wall of Masutarou!
St Remi: Damn, that was good…
Charlie: A super cool—
St Remi: Don’t ruin the moment, Charlie.
Charlie: Look guys, the Hatbringer is against the ropes! What’s he doing?
St Remi: I think he’s breathing…
Conway: Masutarou, still riding high, looks for an answer to this matchup. I wonder if there’s mutual respect by this point?
St Remi: Definitely. You can’t get this far without respect, Sara. You’re otherwise doomed for failure. No one has every answer to all the problems. You just need a really good one.
Bull motions to “bring it” while Masutarou does the same. Bull staggers three long steps before grabbing his opponent’s throat. Everyone goes crazy – then the Monarch does the same. Both sink thumbs into tracheas, praying the other wears down first. The Hatebringer makes a match-saving decision by pushing the son of Osaka away. Brushing him off deflated the crowd, but eliminated what dangerous might have befallen them.
Conway: No more answers. No more strategy. Only will can pick Tru Grit finalists. Bull asking him to bring it again. Masutarou goes back for more.
Charlie: Big boot – no! He has the capture suplex locked in!
Conway: No! Bull retakes the wheel – the hell is he doing?
Manipulated from a capture suplex, Corey Bull lifts his opponent into a double under hook clutch. He then transitions from the traditional lift into a sit-out driver.
Charlie: Killswitch! That’s the Killswitch!
Conway: And Masutarou’s head just raked across the canvas. God, I hope he’s okay.
St Remi: Get the pin doofus!
Corey Bull contemplated further destruction; I lieu of his signature violence, he drops a knee over his unmoving opponent. Silo Jones dives down to make the cover.
1!
2!
3!
Abbi Stein: All right, that shit was pretty awesome… Give it up for Corey Bull! Hell yeah!
Corey Bull lumbers to the back while Masutarou and his manager still lick their wounds.
Conway: What an amazing finish! Corey Bull picks up win number one in New Blood Wrestling. What an introduction though… he’s moving up those power rankings for sure.
St Remi: So much wherewithal. I had no idea these were the same fighters. The Hatebringer has returned, and he just put the whole roster on notice with that one.
Charlie: Definitely rewinding this one again and again! What an amazing finish!
Conway: Where there we have it folks. Corey Bull snatches the challenger slot from Heavy Metal Masutarou, taking his place at Blood Moon Rising in the Tru Grit title matchup. And what a brawl that one’s poised to be.
St Remi: And these two are just getting started. You can bet Masutarou won’t let that one happen again.
Charlie: Oh yeah, he’s gonna be pissed when he wakes up.
St Remi: Seriously dude?
Conway: Stay tuned because we have block busting main event featuring some of the best new talent of Blood Monday. We’ll be right back!
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