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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:18:55 GMT -5
The opening graphics open up with no music. Just inside the Kwik Trip Arena where we pan around the arena and see the sold out crowd standing up and chanting. RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD!RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD!We notice on the stage underneath the ActionTron most of the roster standing together. Around 60+ members of the Action Wrestling roster are standing together shoulder to shoulder, about 5 or 6 rows deep. In the front of all of them we see Sara Pettis, Derek Vayden next to each other, Vayden has his arm around her helping her through this. Torture stands a few feet in front of them and puts a microphone slowly to his face. The chanting still going on. Torture: Raging Dead has passed away. Raging Dead was in the prime of his life, he was in the prime of his career. Tonight we celebrate the life of Raging Dead.The crowd applauds. We see some shots of the Action Wrestling roster wiping tears away. Torture: Whether he was booed or he was cheered, Raging Dead loved to perform for all of you. His goal every night was to steal the show, and no matter what he always wanted the show to go on! So tonight, we pay tribute, we celebrate his life, tonight, our show goes on FOR Raging Dead.Crowd cheers. As they do we see some shots of the crowd breaking down emotionally. The crowd begins to chant again. RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD! RAG-ING DEAD!We see a few bro-duders in the crowd consoling each other. We see a small child hugging his father with his Raging Dead t-shirt on. The dad fighting back tears as he rubs his sons hair. We see a few woman crying with their husbands. We see Billy and Chris standing at their table. You can tell by their faces it's been a very long, emotionally draining day. We cut to Adilene Floyd in the ring while a single tear runs down her cheek. Adilene Floyd: Please join the Action Wrestling roster as we pay tribute to Raging Dead...Crowd fucking erupts. Adilene Floyd: In a ten bell salute.Ding. We cut to a woman in the crowd with her hands together and her eyes closed crying. Ding. We see Jeremiah Gail bowing his head in respect. Ding. We see the Schorg Bros leaning into each other with tears in their eyes. Ding. We see Sam Kidsgrove with his eyes closed bowing his head paying respect. Ding. We see two children absolutely tore up with their Raging Dead merchandise. Their mother trying to console both of them. Ding. We see Derrick Vayden almost ugly crying. Ding. We see Alexander Pasternak and Donald Deruty deep in thought. Ding. We see a wide shot of the roster on the stage and we see the newly crowned Tag Team Champions paying their respect. Ding. We see Sara Pettis crying while Vayden has his arms around her. Some of the roster standing behind her stretching their arms out to touch her to give her all the positive love they have. Ding. We pan around the arena as the crowd slowly starts to clap. We fade into a special music video.
We come back into the arena where the crowd is cheering and they begin chanting.. THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! THANK YOU, RD! We see some emotion flowing from some of the Action Wrestling roster. We see Chris and Billy crying at the announce table. We slowly fade to a commercial break.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:21:19 GMT -5
Recorded As We Went To Commercial
A few moments later, as the herds thin out, the crowd suddenly bounds out of their seats. The arena on a knife-edge as eerie stillness gives way to a rising tide of vocal anticipation. Because now on stage, only Crow McMorris and Kaz Mazy remain. Chris Avery: Oh wow...Billy: This is the meeting the IWC have been waiting half a year for! Crow and Kaz finally face to face! Crow landed in AW November of last year, looking to put the pieces of his shattered life back together, but also to find his friend. Kaz has been AWOL from his wife and family. And as of now, we’re not sure if they even know that Mazy is back and alive!Chris Avery: Maybe we’re about to get an answer to that pertinent question right now, Billy! Crow has asked for a microphone!The emotion is evident as Crow composes himself before speaking. Crow McMorris: Sun Vulcan I presume?By contrast, Kaz’s expression is stone-like, tinged with a slight hint of troubled curiosity. Crowd: Poondock Saints! Poondock Saints! Poondock Saints! Poondock Saints! Crow smiles as the cheers eventually die down. Crow McMorris: They’ve missed you, Kaz. I’ve missed you. Spencer, Howie, and I, we’ve all been looking for you for the better part of a year. Only an industry as bizarre as this one could hide you right under our nose though. Although the mask and gimmick was a nice touch. It’s too bad your children didn’t get to experience their father as a real-life superhero in the ring. That would’ve been special for them. But if there’s a reason why you had to break away from them, from your friends. I won’t judge you. I just want to know, can I help? You’re like a brother to me, Kaz. Please, tell me what’s going on.Kaz extends a hand for the stick, Crow passes the mic over. A sharp intake of breath as the world waits. Kaz Mazy: I’m sorry. But I’m not the man you think I am, and this isn’t the time to play detective. A man died in front of the world last week, Mister McMorris. We shouldn’t forget that.Kaz drops the stick as he walks off stage, motioning past Buddy Roman, who ushers his confused client away in the opposite direction. The briefest of exchanges now snuffed out. Chris Avery: More questions than answers Billy.Billy: This is merely the beginning, Chris. Let’s see how far the rabbit hole goes.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:22:28 GMT -5
Back To Sadness
We cut to Billy and Chris Avery at the announcers table. Billy: Welcome back to a special episode of Clash.. RagingClash.. now, through-out tonight's show you'll see some confessional interviews that were recorded just hours ago. Here's a look at Chris Avery's.The scene fades in and it's an isolated interview with Chris Avery sitting in front of the camera. This was recorded earlier in the day. Chris Avery: I just want to say that Raging Dead was one of the most charasmatic, the most unique wrestlers to ever grace the Action Wrestling ring and that's just on-screen, thats just what you the fans see. That's not what I really saw. He was such a kind human, such a great man, he was a fantastic husband, a great father, and a great friend to everyone around him.
I'm going to miss him deeply. We will never be the same and without him we feel empty. We're going to go out there tonight and put on one hell of a show and we know you're looking down RD, we know you'll be watching over us poppin and markin' out for all of us. But just know, we will always pop for you. See you on the other side.We fade out.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:25:43 GMT -5
Amelia Abernathy Segment
The slow, deary tune of “Lux Aeterna” begins to circulate through the venue and the crowd erupts into jeers as the harlot whom the song heralds, Amelia Abernathy, emerges upon the ramp flanked by her massive bodyguard Red. Billy: No, please, not tonight. Not after what we’ve endured with the passing of the Raging Dead!Chris Avery: Look! She’s wearing a Raging Dead shirt.Indeed she is. So is Red. The pair make their trek to the ring with Red using the umbrella to shield her from incoming food, drink, and trash. The duo are sporting somber expressions to match the mood of the locker room as they round the steps and enter the squared hell. Red procures a mic for her and the Villain of Virtue takes center stage, albeit waiting for the deluge of boos and hateful remarks to subside enough. FInally it does and she utters her heavenly words into existence and points to her Raging Dead shirt. Amelia: I told you so..It’s all that needs to be said for the fans to leash their hatred upon the woman. Again she waits until they die down before continuing Billy: Oh this bitch!Amelia: For years I’ve been shutting down wrestling promotions to prevent televised LIVE executions like we witnessed at Chaos. For years I’ve saved people from being seriously injured, becoming addicted to drugs and booze, and murdered. For years I’ve warned everyone of the dangers this archaic and barbaric so-called “sport” has on its ignorant participants and our easily seduced youth, and I was vilified every step of the way. Yet here I am, one week removed from my point being proven by Frank Lowe and his goons in front of the world, and what has Raging Dead’s death accomplished?She looks around the crowd in pure, unmitigated disgust. Amelia: Nothing.. Nothing righteous anyway.. Nothing that beats upon the drums of justice. Actually it may have proven my point even more because the man that courage forgot, GM Pasternak, has thought it a fantastic idea to keep that murderous bastard in the All-In match. Why are you people not outside the arena protesting the great satans who run this place until they remove Frank from the match? Why are some of you waving signs that say Raging Dead: Gone But Not Forgotten? Why don’t you run a line through the word “not” in your signs because you vile subterranica pieces of shit are tossing money into the pockets of those who facilitated this terrible tragedy, and will likely have forgotten Raging Dead by the time Uprising rolls around.The heat she gets from the fans almost assumes a life force of its own. They aren’t buying what she’s saying. It’s clear to them that she’s trying to exploit this tragedy. Amelia’s eyes narrow and shift. Amelia: Hate me all you want, but I won this one. I was right. You all were wrong. I’m the real hero of this story! I’m so heroic I made a damn tribute video for Raging Dead because most of the fair weather wrestlers in the locker room wouldn’t make one on their own. Troglodytes in the production truck, please roll my tribute video honoring the man whose death proved me to be the modern day Nostradamous.
Beck’s classic tune “I’m A Loser Baby So Why Don’t You Kill Me” plays and the tribute video begins with Battlefield III where Raging is hurled off the ladder by Dagvald and gets promptly clotheslined out of the ring. A really quick series of clips show him getting pulverized with destructive moves dating way back in years all the way to current. He lies dormant, busted open, skin peeled, bloodied, butchered, convulsing, loaded up on stretchers, defeated with no footage showing him dishing out what he’s receiving. The fans boo mercilessly, already realizing this is a tasteless “tribute”. Amelia: Stop booing the deceased! Have some damn respect!The montage continues, showing Higher Ground where Dagvald uses RD’s face to shatter the glass partition of the hot foods rack. The feed even goes into slow motion, showing every piece of glass slicing and dicing RD’s face, bloodying it. The footage remains on that fight, showing Dag’s relentless assault on RD’s dick. Several more scenes show Dag nearly (and sometimes literally) killing RD. Another speed up in footage shows the Lion’s Den Match at Evolution, particularly RD’s wife and daughter. Amelia: Oh look, it’s wife and mother of the year, Sarah Pettis, once again not loving him quite enough to talk sense into him. And there’s Lexi, his precious daughter, crying and getting a first hand look at how to properly get herself killed when she someday follows her dad’s footsteps. Great parenting there.The montage shows Frank using the shark cage to brutalize RD. It cuts to the crowd response during that match, in which they proudly chant “RAGING’S GONNA KILL YOU!” at Frank. Amelia: How ironic, and how incorrect they were.The tribute goes on to show RD looking like he doesn’t know where he is after getting a possible TBI from Jason O’Neal dropping him on his head at Glory. Amelia: Why didn’t Sarah do more to halt his self harming? Just look at how sluggish and clueless he is there. Tragic.Billy: I’m so glad Sarah hasn’t made it to the arena yet. She doesn’t need to witness this despicable act!Finally the montage winds up at Chaos and the carnage that RD went through all the way up to his tragic death. Amelia: THIS… this could’ve been prevented by his wife, friends, AW. As far as I’m concerned they’re accessories to murder. Instead of fearing the look of betrayal in Nathan’s eyes if they would’ve forced him out of wrestling, they had to look into his lifeless dead eyes in the end. Reprensible!Suddenly the moving footage.. gets shut down. ActionTron freezes, glitches and shuts off. Lissie and Addy A come out from the curtain... Lissie: You’re a disgrace! Get the hell out of here!Adelaide: Run piggy, run. When I catch ‘ya, I’mma spit roast ya.Lissie’s got a pained expression in her eyes and Adelaide does her best to comfort her as they watch Amelia disappear into the crowd. On her right shoulder, the name “Robbie” is written in sharpie, and on the left, the name “Nathan”. Chris Avery: It’s pretty clear that the Swallowing did not like Amelia Abernathy being out here tonight, making a mockery of such a tragic event!Billy: We’re with you, girls! Fight the good fight!Chris Avery: We’ll be right back!
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:27:12 GMT -5
Dionysus vs. Chad Ford
2pac I"m a souljah hits and Fords fans begin to cheer but the rest boo. He walks out with a towel over his head almost covering his face. He walks straight down the ramp shadow boxing a few times before getting to the steel steps. He says a little prayer and takes the towel off and throws it down on the ground. He climbs up the steps and into the ring and then spins around and punches the turnbuckles. The music fades out as he stretches and shadow boxes in the corner. Adilene Floyd: First, from Portland, Oregan, weighing 192 pounds... Chad Ford! Billy: The MMA specialist is threatening to go MIA due to perceived ill treatment from Action Wrestling management.Chris Avery: He's probably used to being a golden boy. That status takes a long time to achieve here, especially given how stacked our roster is.Billy: He wants another shot at that Pure Championship. Maybe he'll earn it tonight.Battle / Bazelgeuse [Monster Hunter World soundtrack] plays as Dionysus enters, looking sheepish as though he forgot to add his entrance description to his bio. But it's a cool ass entrance for a cool ass guy so lessgo! Adilene Floyd: And his opponent, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing 270 pounds... Dionysus! Billy: He's already defeated a bear... Chad Ford will not scare him much! Dionysus is trained in all styles of combat. I wonder if Ford has anything in his arsenal that can catch this man out.Chris Avery: But what's his beef with Rocky?! Classic film.They immediately trade punches. Fans gasp at the brutality and intensity of their brawling. Ford stuns Dionysus with a shot to the chin and then catches him in an armbar. Dion writhes and wriggles before arching his legs to lock them around Ford's head. Both men refuse to let go. The fans stomp and clap. Chris Avery: I think they're content to neutralise each other. I'm not sure either of these men will tap so it might be a case of who passes out first.The referee leans in to check both men are conscious. Sensing the stalemate, Dion releases his legs from around Ford's head and instead acrobatically flips forward so Ford's armbar is rendered ineffective. Dion whips him into the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Ford shuffles round and catches him in a Fujiwara armbar. Billy: Wow, Ford is on fire!Chris Avery: And he's putting real strain on that right arm of Dionysus.Dion shouts in agony as his right arm is being wrenched at the joint. After a while, he is able to grab the rope with his good arm. Ford keeps the hold going until he's admonished by the ref. Eventually he gets off. Billy: Ford took too long to release the hold. The ref was way too leniant.Chris Avery: The damage is done, I think. Dionysus' right arm looks in a bad way.They both get up and begin brawling again. Dion only uses his left arm as his right is hurt. This disadvantages him greatly and he succums to a double leg takedown. Ford locks in an armbar on his left arm, the unhurt one, this time. Billy: He's trying to injure both Dionysus' arms! Smart strategy.Dion is in so much pain as Ford continues to stretch. Eventually, he uses all the strength in his long legs to get to his feet, while Ford relentlessly has his arm angled in agony. Dion kicks Ford to the gut. Ford reciprocates. They essentially have a kicking brawl. Dion backs them up into the ropes and somehow musters the strength to dart Ford out of the ring using his core body strength. Chris Avery: This should give Dionysus some respite.Billy: But he's got no arms! Look!As Ford returns to the ring quickly, Dion tries to move both arms but is unsuccessful. Ford approaches him menacingly but Dion uses a variety of kicks to ward him off. Soon, Ford grabs one of Dion's legs... Billy: UH OH!... But Dionysus uses the other leg to enziguri kick Ford. It catches him right on the temple and he looks dazed. Dion covers. One! Two! Ford kicks out. Chris Avery: Problem is, Dionysus' offense is so arm orientated but both of them have been neutralised this match.Dion kicks a grounded Ford repeatedly to buy him some time for his arms to heal. After a while, Ford gets up. Dion attempts a powerslam but his arms give way on him. Ford uppercuts him and hits a DDT. He covers. One! Two! Dionysus kicks out. Ford immediately attempts another armbar but Dion mule kicks him and performs a head scissors, sending Ford's head into the turnbuckle post. Billy: VALIANT WORK FROM DIONYSUS!Chris Avery: The post hurt Chad Ford bad. He looks dazed. Both men are down...Dionysus stretches and bends his arms. He seems to find new strength in them, raising both to the rafters. The fans pop. Dionysus grabs Chad Ford and hits GRAPEVINE! Ford is out! Dionysus pins! One! Two! Three! Billy: And just like that Dionysus is victorious!Chris Avery: Dion back to his winning ways here on Clash!A figure wearing a hoodie jumps over the guardrail. Dionysus and Ford are still not up to their feet as the mysterious figure swarms into the ring, before the referee or any security at ringside can stop them, and he pulls Chad Ford out of the ring. The shady character then removes his hood to show the snarling figure of Downfall, finally resurfacing after a hiatus from television. The crowd reacts in surprise. Billy: What is he doing here?!Downfall slings Chad Ford sideways into the barricade so that he hits it sideways. Dionysus is looking up at him from the ring, and Downfall catches his eye. Downfall cracks a grin, holding his arms out as if to take it in and say he's arrived. Then, he kneels over Chad Ford and begins raining down right hands to the forehead. Ringside officials start to try and pull Downfall away. Downfall is laughing. "Thought this guy was some kinda fighter," the camera picks up him saying.) Chris Avery: Chad Ford may already have been having a bad night, but this is taking it too far.Downfall shoves someone clutching his arm away from him. He goes back to Ford, laying in a harsh kick to the ribs, and then Ford tries to fire back with punches to the gut. Downfall hits him, precisely, between the shoulder blades. Then, Downfall grips the arm and brings it in, wrenching as he sinks in to a kimura lock. Ford lets out a wail of agony. More officials and ringside attendants are trying to get Downfall to let go.) Billy: Enough of this, get him out of here!Chris Avery: He ain't gonna be satisfied until he breaks that arm off!Downfall has the Regime Change locked in at an evil angle, and it would only take another erg of pressure to crank it in for the arm break. Ford is yelling in pain and trying vainly to flail free with his free arm. Referees are now pulling at Downfall, who stares down with an utter, ice cold expression. Finally, mercifully, he releases the hold, climbing to his feet. Referees get between Downfall and Chad Ford. And a beefy security guard places Downfall in a forceful hold, escorting him away. Downfall still has icy calm, dead eyes, but he looks back at Chad Ford, languishing in the aisle and cradling his arm to his side. Downfall's face breaks into a satisfied grin as he's taken up the ramp.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:28:57 GMT -5
David Sanchez Segment
Billy: What a match Chris! Another contest in the history books as we make our first stop on the way to Uprising, live from the Staples Center!Chris Avery: Some big announcements still to come regarding that event here tonight, but right now we're going to look back at some exclusive footage from the parking lot earlier this evening.The ActionTron jumps to life, showing clear footage of the parking garage used by AW workers, wrestlers and agents through the CCTV cameras fitted in the Kwik Trip Arenas sub-basement. For ten seconds, nothing. No traffic at all, be it vehicular or human. Then suddenly a black BMW, flanked by two slightly less flashy Audi A-series automobiles appears, parking in the middle of the construct, allowing his followers to nestle in tightly in spaces at either side. Chris Avery: As you can see folks, that's David Sanchez… and his SaintCorp entourage, arriving here earlier tonight.Billy: The Exile's been boasting on Twitter in the last couple of days that he's 'Untouchable' after walking away from an out-of-court settlement on Wednesday…Chris Avery: Now folks it was heavily rumoured earlier today on social media that Dick Durbin, Illinois State Senator would be flying into Wisconsin to meet with AW superstar and recently acquitted former Mayor of Chicago, David Sanchez.Billy: Right you are Chris. Now, before we show you the rest of this footage it's important that I stress Dick Durbin has already been seen in the A&E ward at Hospital and the doctors have said he'll make a full recovery within seven days.Chris Avery: Action Wrestling would like to wish the Senator a speedy recovery and assure the United States Senate that what happened here earlier tonight was not intended and that we, as a business, accept no liability.Billy: That said Chris, let's watch the rest of the CCTV footage.Again nothing happens and for the briefest second one would be forgiven for thinking that the boys in production hadn't unpaired the tape. Until, from out of nowhere a red Citroen Picasso plows into the front of the stationary BMW that had already been parked, virtually crushing both car's front bumpers up like an accordion. The wreckage isn't left to fester long before a hooded white male collapses out the passenger side door and limps off up the exit ramp into the wind, leaving the unconscious driver to deal with the uncalled for car crash he has caused. No further movement comes from the Picasso, instead it's a flustered David Sanchez who exits the black BMW's back left door, dragging behind him a large man as the Audis which had unsuccessfully been serving as a protective escorts reverse in stereo, giving Sanchez space. David Sanchez: Get a fuckin' medic, you useless pieces of shit!!Barking at the small cluster of pedestrians who'd huddled around the scene, the sharply dressed Colombian rolls up his sleeves. The larger man is dragged out of the car by Sanchez's grip and subsequently placed into a 'W' position against the BMW's rear alloy wheel. Now revealed as Illinois Senator Dick Durbin, the crowd can be heard gasping in the background as the robust politician clutches at his chest and takes deep breaths as per David's half baked advice between cursing in Portugese. Before too long an ambulance rushes onto the scene and the ActionTron fades out, leaving so many unanswered questions. Billy: The Senator, I've been told has suffered an acute angina attack but will be back on his feet by tomorrow morning. The doctors are running some tests but they're just following protocol at this point, there's no reason to suspect that this is anything more serious.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:30:35 GMT -5
A Short Segment With Shadowlove
Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, were exuding a great amount of self-confident supermodel energy as they strike an arrogant and conceited supermodel pose that was bar none, second to none, within this cutthroat world of Action Wrestling in front of a full length mirror in their private suite inside the Kwik Trip Arena. His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather spandex pants and custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather wrestling boots. He was fully entrenched inside the Kokutan, the so-called black breath that removes all sense of superfluous thoughts and actions within his mind, body, heart, and soul. His low dusky voice rings out fully, with all the charm and charisma that one can muster, mister, as he gets down to business and starts painting his masterpiece: Shadowlove: So, Stuart Slane, you really think that you’re more than capable of giving me the beating of my life?...Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remained hidden behind her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. Her attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos. Her sweet as honey, harmoniously hypnotizing, smooth as silk, smoky voice radiating through her very luscious and very alluring lips: Miyamoto: Not Hardly! Stuart Slane-san, your powerhouse submission style of wrestling is ill-equipped to earn the most sought after merit badge in the professional wrestling sports entertainment wrestling business…She was mysteriously conjuring up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence in her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers. Shadowlove: You and Amelia Abernathy made one very fatal mistake, my friend. Just one. You see, when you showed disrespect to my sweet and lovely Miyamoto, you show disrespect to me. Unfortunately, for you Stuart, my love is vengeance, that’s never free…He runs his fingers through his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, down his neck, over his muscular chest and washboard abs, flicking fake beads of sweat off his fingers towards his reflection in the mirror Miyamoto: Questions will be asked. And answers will be given…He squints his sparkling blue eyes looking like Clint Eastwood in The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. Shadowlove: Who was the strongest member of The Hollywood Elite?...She still sees the fire burning in his sparkling blue eyes in a predatory manner that still shows how passionate he is about defending an organization like AW that has always shown bitter resentment and righteous indignation towards everything that is representative in his very own existence and the existence of The Hollywood Elite. Miyamoto: Sam Kidsgrove-san? Thaddeus Franklin King-san? Or Shadowlove-san?...He slowly looks into the camera at the viewing audience watching at home and double raises his eyebrows with an ice cold psychopathic stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes as his patented malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth on his chiseled fighter's face in a flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina, shit-eating grin. She pauses. Then... She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand. Then... She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:31:27 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:33:08 GMT -5
Archimedes Skrue/Yurei Segment
Backstage at the KwikTrip Arena, a camera follows in the wake of Archimedes Skrue as he strolls down the hall. The Professor is decked out in his best tweed suit, with a high-collared shirt and a plain silk cravat, studded with an octopus tie pin. His top hat is perched at a jaunty angle as he approaches a door, lifts his hand to knock, and hesitates. Skrue glances one way, then the other, eyes darting in suspicion; no doubt, up to some new dastardly scheme. With one hand, he straightens his already perfectly aligned tie, then reaches up to smooth down the ends of his mustache, before he finally gives the door a single, short rap with his knuckles. His foot taps impatiently as he awaits what seems an eternity. At last, the door opens, just enough to reveal the puzzled face of the Spectral Assassin. Her confused expression turns to one of irritation as she moves to slam the door again in his face. Skrue deftly interposes the toe of his shoe before she can, and sweeping the hat from his head, he makes a deep bow. Yurei glares as he straightens to meet her gaze. Yurei: What are you doing, Skrue? I don’t have time for your games.Skrue: I assure you, my dear, I intend no harm, nor chicanery. My purpose is absolutely amicable.From behind his back, with a flourish, the Professor holds forth a paper-wrapped bouquet of assorted fresh-cut flowers. Yurei takes a reflexive step back, eyeing him with deep distrust. Yurei: ?!?!?Skrue: A peace offering. Nothing more. I am here only to wish you my sincerest felicitations in your match this evening.Yurei: If I take the flowers, will you go away?Skrue’s smile falters for just a moment. He nods in acquiescence. Skrue: As you wish.No sooner are the words out of his mouth, than Yurei snatches the bouquet from his hand and slams the door closed. Skrue’s disappointment lasts but a moment; he turns around and walks away, whistling softly as he disappears down the hall.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:33:44 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:36:25 GMT -5
Amelia Abernathy vs. Oblivion
The slow, deary tune of “Lux Aeterna” begins to circulate through the venue, bringing the jeering fans to their feet with food, drinks, and objects at the ready. Security reshuffles their patterns to provide a buffer for the hated harlot who finally emerges from the back with her bodyguard, Red, carrying an opened umbrella that he places over Amelia. As the music plays, she heads down the aisle with a mixture of fear, anger, and nervousness etched upon her face and gait. Food and drink come flying in, pelting the umbrella Red is protecting her with. She lashes out at the fans, belittling them as she increases her strides to the ring and quickly climbs the steps. Adeline Floyd: Ladies and gentlemen, by order of Torture and Gravedigger, ANY thrown item at Amelia Abernathy while inside the ring will result in civil and criminal charges being filed and a lifelong ban from any future AW events. You have been warned. Now… I’m supposed to introduce this person but I refuse to because she does not deserve an introduction. The fans cheer the ring announcer for not introducing the Covetous Cunt, and they actually obey the directives and relent in their item throwing at Amelia Abernathy. The hated harlot enters the ring and hurries over to her corner, nervously pacing back and forth like a whore in church with a $20 prospect at the door. Chris Avery: Is there a more hated person in Action Wrestling than Amelia Abernathy?Billy: It’s interesting, Chris. We literally have murderers on this roster but this vile whore takes the cake!Chris Avery: Well, that’s not very nice! Be a little more diplomatic, Billy… we’re on CBS after all. You don’t want groups calling for our boycott!Billy: Bring on the feminazis, coming in here looking like they got Chewbacca in a headlock! Bring ‘em all on! I’ve got a big, white ass they can kiss!Chris Avery: For God’s sakes, Billy, what’s gotten into you?Billy: It’s this woman, Chris. I can’t stand her!The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and the crowd is cheering. "Popular Monster" by Falling in Reverse begins to play. A blaring sound begins to play. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music... BOOM!! Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly comes, with a dead stare, slowly walking. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena. Oblivion slowly begins to walk down to the edge of the entrance stage, bringing in the cheers, of the crowd... Billy: IF ANYONE CAN SHUT THIS BROAD UP, IT’S OBLIVION!Chris Avery: You know Amelia wants nothing to do with this creature!Billy: OH MY GOD!! THIS WILL BE A MASSACRE!!Chris Avery: What the... Is Oblivion STILL dragging that stump of bloody meat?!The Monster is dragging something with a tow chain with a massive hook. As Oblivion drags the stump, of what is assumed was human, is leaving a bloody streaky trail. A couple of insects are on the human(?) stump. Crowd: OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!! OBI!!Adilene Floyd: From The Deepest and Darkest Side of a Sick Man's Mind... Weighing in at 310 pounds... IT is The Monster... Oblivion!! Oblivion is slowly walking down the aisle, dragging the bloody stump, leaving a bloody trail behind IT. The Monster sneers at a nearby camera, flipping off the camera. Oblivion slowly ties up the bloody stump to a ring post. The Monster runs up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle from out the ring, once again throwing up IT's massive right arm. Crowd: OBI... Other half of the crowd: SUCKS... Crowd: OBI... Other half of the crowd: SUCKS... Oblivion leaps into the ring, stomping around, taking long strides, barking, shaking the top ring rope. Amelia looks on, a mix of being utterly petrified and entirely disgusted. Chris Avery: I don’t think Amelia wants anything to do with this match!Billy: Who would?? But if anyone deserves to have their insides ripp--Chris Avery: Jesus Christ, Billy, chill the hell out.As the referee is about to call for the bell, Amelia shakes her head no and slides out of the ring! The fans are going absolutely apeshit as Amelia talks to her bodyguard, trying to come up with a plan for escape. She has made it clear throughout the last couple of weeks that she has no interest of getting into the ring with Oblivion, in any capacity, and she’s not having it tonight! Billy: CHICKEN-SHIT COWARD! GET IN THERE!Amelia turns to Billy’s fat ass and gives him the finger. She’s angrily sharing words with the commentator and doesn’t see the monster gripping the top rope, before flying over the top! Chris Avery: LOOK OUT!Oblivion lands a flying crossbody on Red, the bodyguard! The fans pop in approval as Oblivion stares at Amelia with a menacing grin. Amelia starts to backpedal in fear, until Amelia starts retreating faster! She slides back into the ring and Oblivion is in pursuit. Right back out of the ring and Oblivion walks right into a swinging chair from Red! Billy: OH COME ON!But Oblivion DUCKS underneath the chair shot and raises a big boot, sending the chair crashing back into Red’s face! The chair falls to the mat below and Oblivion snatches it up, and it seems like IT is coming alive now! With Red rising back to his feet, Oblivion slams the chair right over his back! And then again over his head! Chris Avery: She’s got no one to protect her now!Billy: It seems like Oblivion has learned a lot about bodyguards when Life cost him the match a couple weeks ago, Chris!Once again, Oblivion stares daggers at Amelia, who now realizes that she’s only moments away from being in the clutches of a monster like Oblivion! He lunges at her, looking for a fistful of blonde hair, but Amelia evades him! She starts running around the ring as the man possessed is in hot pursuit! But Oblivion cuts her off when she gets near the ramp to make an exit! Chris Avery: Oblivion using his big boy brain tonight, Billy!Billy: PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE, AMELIA!Seeing she can’t get through to the locker room through the ramp, she tries to hop the guardrail to escape through the crowd! But no! The fans aren’t having it! Forming a blockade, they corner her in, preventing her from leaving! Billy: HAHAHAHA! THIS IS GREAT!Chris Avery: Karma is a bitch!Billy: AND BITCHES GET STITCHES!With nowhere to run, Amelia never sees that Oblivion is now standing right behind her outside the guardrail! And he grabs her by the hair, pulling her back over to ringside! She lands flat on her back, and Oblivion raises a big boot to stomp into her face, but she rolls out of the way just in time! The boot, the size of her sternum, leaves an imprint in the mat next to her face and she sees just how large it is when her hand lands inside it, and it’s only half the size! She begins crawling away and ducks underneath the apron, disappearing underneath the ring! Chris Avery: What the hell?? Where’d she go!Billy: This is the most twisted game of hide and seek ever!Oblivion is getting agitated now and starts rummaging through the various things under the ring! He slides out a couple of tables, some production equipment, some plastic storage boxes. Thankfully, they are on the side of the ring without all of the conveniently placed weapons. He moves to a different side of the ring and here come the aluminum trashcans. A smile spreads on Oblivion’s face as one weighs a lot more than the others. When he rolls that trash can out, all of a sudden, you hear a LOUD scream! Chris Avery: He found her!Billy: SHE’S IN THE TRASH CAN! HAHAHA! HOW FITTING!Oblivion toys with the top of the trash can, playing it up for the fans. And then he finally removes it and a huge gust of carbon dioxide from a fire extinguisher comes out of the opening, stunning Oblivion for a second! Amelia rolls her weight to the side, tipping over the trash can! She crawls out and starts running around the ring again, and this time she stops at Red’s fallen body and starts digging through his pockets. Oblivion sees his opening and starts walking towards her faster and faster! Chris Avery: She’s running out of time!Billy: OBI IS GONNA GET YOU!And just as he’s a step from reaching her, she pulls out… a flashcard?? It’s got a big red stop sign in the middle of the card, and she yells out STOP! to really drive home the command! And for a moment, he listens! His head tilts to the side as Amelia slowly rises to his feet. Amelia nods her head to show the monster that he’s doing a great job, and she mouths the words “I’m just gonna go, okay?” and she turns to leave ringside… BUT OBLIVION GRABS A FISTFUL OF HER BLONDE HAIR AND PULLS HER FACE TO FACE WITH HIM! Chris Avery: OH MY GOD!Billy: THIS IS IT! LIVE CANNIBALISM! OUR RATINGS WILL GO THROUGH THE ROOF!Amelia is shrieking in horror, trying to fight her way out of Oblivion’s clutch! He starts shaking her head side to side, rattling her brain! She yells out “SOMEBODY HELP ME! ANYBODY! RED?? STU?? PLEASE!!” and finally there’s an opening… and Amelia drives her knee right into Oblivion’s dick! He winces, but it looks like it just makes him angrier! And hungrier! And she drives another knee into his balls! He releases the grip of her hair just as Stuart Slane is running down the ramp! Amelia, in relief, slides into the ring as Stuart approaches, standing in between Oblivion and the ring. He starts trying to reason with the monster. Stuart Slane: Just pin her, Obi! Be done with it! Amelia is talking to the referee, who calls for the bell finally! Chris Avery: I didn’t even realize the match never officially started!Billy: AND LOOK AT THE COWARD!Amelia flattens herself in the middle of the ring, lying in a position for Oblivion to just climb on top and pin her! Finally, Oblivion agrees and crawls into the ring, pinning her shoulders to the mat. The referee slides in and begins counting, painfully slow. Stuart Slane slowly walks back up the ramp. 1… Chris Avery: I can’t believe this is going to end like this!2… Billy: She might lose this match, but she escapes with her life!...3-- NOOO!!! Oblivion kneels back up, breaking the hold, and wraps his monstrous paw around Amelia’s neck! With one quick motion, he is back to her feet, and lifts her up for a huge chokeslam! Stuart stops midway up the ramp and watches in horror, pulling his own hair out of his head! HE HAS HER UP! HER LITTLE COWARDLY LEGS ARE KICKING! She pokes Oblivion in the eyes and she lands on her feet and rolls Oblivion up from behind! One! Two! Three! Billy: SHE GOT HIM!!Amelia rolls out of the ring and Slane grabs her and they embace! Chris Avery: HOW THE HELL DID SHE PULL THAT OFF?!Oblivion gets up but Amelia and Slane are at the top of the ramp catching their breath! We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:37:29 GMT -5
Stuart Slane Iso
We see Stuart Slane sitting in front of the camera during an isolation-interview recorded before the show. Stuart Slane: I never interacted with Raging Dead personally beyond the standard introductions. I only truly knew him by his performance in the ring. It is to my regret that at first I underestimated him. He seemed the type of wrestler who was just happy to be here collecting a paycheck and palling around with the others in the locker room. His Evolution appearance seemed more an outlier than the mean of how he did business. Then I watched as he entered the Glory Tournament and beat a game Jason O'Neal and took "The Illumidaddy" to the limit.The crowd cheers. Stuart Slane: After that, he had a showcase match against Carter Shaw for the Television Title I'm still convinced he won. Raging Dead taught me to respect him as a wrestler, and as I find out more about those whose lives he impacted throughout his career, I am learning to respect Raging Dead as a true institution. This sport is a lesser place without him. My condolences to his wife Sara Pettis, his daughters Lexi and Stephanie, and the rest of his extended family. The scene fades out.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:40:14 GMT -5
Teddy G Segment
We are backstage at the Kwik Trip Arena in Winneconne, Wisconsin before the start of the show. Many superstars as well as crew members are milling around. The superstars look for athletic trainers and bookers while the crew member set up scaffolding for cameras and lights. The backstage area before a PPV is like an ant colony. It amazing more people don’t bump into each other. Jenna Bauer: Folks I am backstage here in Wisconsin and there is a tension here that you could cut with a knife. This place is a buzz with sadness as we pay tribute to the life of Raging Dead tonight. It looks like just about everybody is busy getting ready for tonight. (The camera pans over to Teddy Geisel who is enjoying some traditional Wisconsin cranberries) Here is someone who isn’t wrestling tonight, I guess he just showed up to honor Raging Dead. This is Teddy Geisel, you are set to make your return the AW ring at Clash next week right? Teddy: Exactly. I’m excited Jenna. The crowd is going to be pumped, I’d be ready to go now if Digger and Torture needed me to. But they don’t I think they have everything under controlJenna Bauer: Do you know who you will be facing at Clash.Teddy: Not yet, but it doesn’t matter who it is, it is going to be a challenge. I mean look at this place, it’s filled with talent…As Teddy turns to wave his hand to show all of the talent buzzing about the room, Tariq Bell and his mother Brooke are walking behind Teddy. Teddy’s waving hand barely makes contact with Tariq’s head causing Teddy to drop his cranberries. The cranberries fall all over Brooke and one or two fall down her cleavage. The cranberries that do not fall down her dress manage to hit her dress and create stains on the Versace Jungle Print Dress retail $6280 Teddy: Oh shit! Guys I am so sorry. It was a total accident. I’m sorry about the dress, but my God do you great in it. If it can be cleaned, please send me the bill. If it needs to be replaced, again just send me the bill. I can’t tell you sorry I am. Although I would have liked to meet under different circumstances, It was very nice to meet you. My name is Teddy.Looking down at her dress at the stain, mouth wide Brooke hasn't even managed to look up yet at Teddy. Upset with her dress, feeling disrespected Tariq puffs his chest out stepping forward to get into Teddy's face. Tariq: Shut your mouth man. You did that ish' on purpose to disrespect me and my mom. You want some right now you can get it playboy.Teddy: Look bro, I said I was sorry, I said I would replace the dress, not sure what else I can do. (Turning to Brooke) I will however offer to buy this lovely woman dinner tomorrow night as a way to extend my apology.Brooke seems about ready to say something having finally looked up and given Teddy a look over but Tariq angrily continues. Tariq: My mom ain't doing nothing with a loser like you man. You want these hands you can get them though.Hearing all the commotion security steps in between the two, pulling away Tariq and Brooke. While Teddy stands there very calmly Brooke is escorted away keeping her eye on Teddy. While Tariq continues to yell until he's out of shouting distance as the show rolls on.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:41:59 GMT -5
Flop Segment
Flop, accompanied by Derrick the Goat, walks up to Sierra as she is selecting a range of pastries from the catering table. Flop: Hi Sierra.She turns to face him. Sierra: Hi Flop.Flop: Nice Donut.Sierra: Thanks... I guess.Derrick the Goat nudges Flop in the leg. Flop: Doyouwannagoonadate?Sierra pauses and takes a bite of her donut. Sierra: Sure. Why not?Flop: Oh. Ok. Then.Flop turns and walks away dejectedly, while Sierra stands there looking confused.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:47:20 GMT -5
Stuart Slane vs Shadowlove
Billy: Up next, everyone, Shadowlove's entrance! We'll see you all in half an hour when he's in the ring ready for his match.Chris Avery: The most spectacular and sensual half an hour of my week.“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog setting the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The audience throughout the arena stand in unison and wait in anticipation for what is about to be Action Wrestling’s fashion trend of the season. Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the fashion show lighting is the one and only First Couple of Professional Wrestling, your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient and effective apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto. His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather spandex pants and custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather wrestling boots. Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remained hidden behind her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. Her attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos. They stop for a second, taking in the aura throughout the arena, striking an arrogant and conceited supermodel pose like two fashion supermodels on a catwalk. The audience throughout the arena wildly begins going into a feeding frenzy and starts clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere for "The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto. She leads the way down the aisle with flirty seductive confidence as he follows a few steps behind her enjoying the view and make their way towards the squared-circle. Adilene Floyd: And making his way down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring tonight by "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto, hailing from North East Okayama Prefecture on the border of Hyogo Prefecture, in the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka, Japan, standing 6'3" and weighing in at 235 pounds, here is, "The Handsome Half-breed" SHAAAAADOOOOWWLOOOOOVE! He slides into the squared-circle like, well, like the slithering snake in the grass that he is while showing just how mockingly proud he really is to be appearing in Action Wrestling. His sweet and lovely Miyamoto, with Bushidō catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps with flirty and seductive confidence and enters the squared-circle through the second rope in a very highly provocative fashion. “HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor/outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena. As he stands in the middle of the squared-circle and runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, making his hair perfect, and in super slow motion raises his arms up and straight out to his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, Jesus wept! She exudes a great amount of self-confident supermodel energy walking with a "Seductive Strut" around him as they strike another arrogant and conceited supermodel pose that was bar none, second to none, within this cutthroat world of Action Wrestling. She lowers her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes, nodding her approval at such a Magnificent Specimen standing before her while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand. She mysteriously conjures up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence in her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers. He raises his head with his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair in slow motion and shows off his chiseled fighter's face and stares out at the magnificent crowd throughout the arena with an ice cold stare which radiants from his sparkling blue eyes. A malevolent, tight wolfish, whiplash smile, slowly appears on his lips showing off perfectly white even teeth in a flamboyant, stylistic supermodel deus ex machina shit-eating grin as he strips off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark liquid white leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale dancer. She pauses. Then... She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand. Then... She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger. The audience throughout the arena cool, calm, and collectively seems to end their feeding frenzy all at once and stop clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi during a "Hollywood" premiere and start enjoying the show as as “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove and his sweet and lovely Miyamoto starts getting down to business. And with Bushidō catlike precision, she exits the squared-circle through the second rope and walks down the ringside steps with flirty seductive confidence in a very highly provocative fashion. A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes, the twin bodyguards, named Kyodai and Shatei, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, appear out of nowhere and stand in a very on-guard, very protective, and ever vigilant attack formation outside of the squared-circle behind her as she concentrates on the action. Chris Avery: So we might be seeing Miss Miyamoto in the ring again very soon?Billy: That's right. She and Shadowlove have challenged Stuart Slane and his apprentice of sorts, Amelia Abernathy, to a tag match next week. But, if Slane wins tonight, Shadowlove must team with him for one match.Chris Avery: Shadowlove and Slane would be a very odd pairing indeed but I like it! This match is also for charity."Conquistador" by Procol Harum plays through the venue's sound system. Once the opening strings section ends and the guitar riff cuts in, Stuart walks out from gorilla. Adilene Floyd: Hailing from Grant, Iowa; weighing 270 pounds: Stuart Slane! Stuart awkwardly acknowledges the mild pop from the crowd, and proceeds to slow march to the ring and up the steps. After wiping his feet on the apron he then enters between the ropes. Stuart moves to his corner, where he loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics (toe touches, torso twists, deep knee bends, etc) Billy: I love Slane's entrance too!Chris Avery: It's almost like Luke Force choreographed it.Billy: Luke Force is the mutt's nuts.Chris Avery: He is. What a hero. Maybe he should be Slane's tag partner.Billy: I can't understand why quality wrestlers aren't queuing up to be this man's tag partner. He's an ex WCF World Champion.The bell rings as they start with a simple lock up. The bigger Slane powers Shadowlove down to the mat but the latter slides between Slane's legs and uses his legs to pull Slane down into a pin. One! Two! Th... Slane kicks out. Billy: I thought he had him already!Both men get up. They exchange blows before Slane executes a belly to belly suplex. He picks Shadowlove up and hits a hangman's neckbreaker. He covers. One! Two! Shadowlove gets out of it. Miyamoto encourages him from the outside. Slane backs up and prepares a big boot. Shadowlove gets up. As Slane's large foot darts towards Shadowlove, The Handsome Half-breed ducks and superkicks him. Slane staggers straight into a tilt a whirl backbreaker. Shadowlove picks him up and attempts a piledriver but Slane awkwardly slides free and hits a throat thrust uppercut. His eyes widen and he hits the half nelson lifted and dropped into an Olympic slam. Chris Avery: SLANE SLAM! THAT'S HIS FINISHER! Billy: Slane is going to win this swiftly!Before Slane can cover, Miyamoto drags Shadowlove out the ring to jeers from the crowd. Chris Avery: Very smart from Miss Miyamoto. Teamwork makes the dream work.Slane catches his breath after a quick start. The referee counts Shadowlove out - One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. He isn't moving. Slane gets out of the ring to pursue Shadowlove. Miyamoto gets in his way, acting as a shield. Slane, ever the gentleman, doesn't lay a finger on Miyamoto. The referee tries to get her to move. She eventually does and Slane continues to go for Shadowlove. The stylish one gets up rapidly and hits a crucifix powerbomb on the onrushing Slane. Billy: Both men are hurt.The referee starts counting them both out - One, Two, Three, Four, Five. Shadowlove, revived by his Fashionista Sensei, gets up first and rolls Slane into the ring before following him in. Slane gets to his feet groggily but is met by a Shadowlove onslaught. Chris Avery: THE DARK GIFT DDT!!!! That will be all!Billy: It wasn't set up by his usual IRIMI-KOKYUNAGE but that was still lethal.Shadowlove goes for the pin. One! Two! Billy: Game over.Three? Chris Avery: SLANE GRABBED THE ROPE! THE PIN DOESN'T COUNT! SHADOWLOVE IS FURIOUS!The fans pop as the referee rules no pin. Billy: I can't believe this! Both men have hit their finishers but this match ain't done!Chris Avery: This match is really honoring the memory of The Raging Dead. These two are desperate to win this!Shadowlove argues with the referee as Slane musters his strength. Slane rushes at clotheslines Shadowlove over the top rope but Slane follows with him and they both crash to the mats below! The ref starts counting! 1 2 3 4 5 6
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The ref rings the bell!
Billy: Its a double count out?!
The crowd boos the booking decision (for real) and Slane and Shadowlove exchange a few shoves and trash talking but Miyamoto grabs Shadowlove and heads up the ramp. Amelia is down the ramp and grabs Slane back.
Chris Avery: Neither man wins.. but neither man loses!
Billy: They don't like this, do they?
The two still trash talk from apart and we fade out.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:49:11 GMT -5
Carter Shaw Iso
The scene opens up to an exhausted looking Carter Shaw staring into the camera. Carter Shaw: I’d call him Nathan Gust, but he lived and breathed as Raging Dead. He lived for this business. When I came into AW, as green as could be to this specific industry, R.D. was one of the first welcoming faces. Friendly. Genuine. Filled with so much energy and passion. In an industry not typically so welcoming, especially to MMA “crossovers”, I will never forget meeting Raging Dead. And I certainly will never forget the couple of times I got to wrestle him as well. I told him then and I’ll say it now, I learned something new from him any time I came across him. Thank you, Raging Dead. Thank you, Nathan Gust. You will never, ever be forgotten. And while tonight is RagingClash? We will go out there every single week in your honor. Rest, Gust, Rest. The scene fades out.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:49:44 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 14:58:42 GMT -5
A Segment!
Billy: This has been such a sombre event tonight, Chris.Chris Avery: Absolutely, Billy. There’s nothing like celebrating the life and times of a beloved superstar like The Raging Dead. The arena lights go completely black, and after a moment, “Get Got” by Death Grips plays over the PA. Billy: I thought Dandy wasn’t here tonight!Through the pitch blackness of the unlit arena, the lights start strobing throughout the house. Chris Avery: We were told he was out this week!Suddenly, Dandy DiVito’s assistant Yazmin Jones appears on the stage with a microphone in hand. The crowd reacts with a mix of cheers and jeers, clearly unsure of how to react in light of Dandy’s recent feud with Ryan Lockhart. Chris Avery: The people are still a bit uncertain of Dandy’s motivations here!Billy: They should be! He’s been a damn scoundrel for years now, so for him to suddenly take offense at another one of his ilk… well it doesn’t mean he’s suddenly a good guy!The lyrics sing out: Get get get get, got got got got. Blood rush to my head lit hot lock. Poppin' off the fuckin' block. The music stops and the house lights immediately come back up. Yaz lifts the mic to the wide smile she wears on her face while she looks out on the crowd finally in full light. Yazmin Jones: Well, I’ve got some good news and some bad news… The good news? Ryan Lockhart was not medically cleared to be here tonight, so you don’t have to worry about that manchild showing his face tonight to bore you to death with his ego!The crowd pops. Yazmin Jones: The bad news? Well, Dandy wasn’t cleared either. The crowd still offers a mixed reaction. Yazmin Jones: So I’m here tonight on behalf of Dandy to tell everyone here that Dandy will be a participant in this year’s All-In Match!Billy: WHAT?!Chris Avery: Put the brakes on, Billy. Yazmin doesn’t have the authority to make that happen. Yazmin Jones: There is no one more deserving, more qualified, more ready to carry the briefcase, and come Uprising, Dandy DiVito will be Mr. All…The intro of Silversun Pickups' "Dots and Dashes" hits the PA and interrupts Yaz’s promo. Pasternak makes his way onto the stage shaking his head and displaying a general sense of frustration with Yaz’s announcement. Pasternak has a mic in hand and lifts it to speak. Alexander Pasternak: Yazmin… Yaz?... uh, Yaz, yeah. Look, Yaz, I hear you and all. Dandy’s qualified and all that, but…Yazmin Jones: But?! BUT WHAT?!Alexander Pasternak: Well, I'm sure you heard the rumors that there won't be even one competitor in this year's All In who has previously held the World Title but that sounds stupid.Yazmin Jones: But that’s not fai...Pasternak interrupts to continue. Alexander Pasternak: While I'm not here to confirm or deny that at this point, I will tell you the names of two former Action Wrestling World Champions who won't be in this year's All-In: Ryan Lockhart…The crowd pops loud. Alexander Pasternak: …and Dandy DiVito. The crowd has a more negative reaction to Dandy not being in All-In. Their reactions are shifting subtly in favor of cheering Dandy when he’s mentioned relative to Lockhart. Yaz is pissed at the revelation. Yazmin Jones: Don’t you hear that crowd? They know you’re making a big fucking mistake not booking Dandy!Pasternak smiles. Alexander Pasternak: Now, now, Yaz. I didn’t say Dandy wasn’t booked. Yazmin Jones: Just spill it, Pasternak! If he isn’t in All In and Walter’s already spoken for, what the hell do you have in mind?!Alexander Pasternak: Well… it’s pretty simple. Dandy will go one-on-one with Ryan Lockhart.The crowd goes ape shit. Yazmin seems uncertain. Alexander Pasternak: That’s not all though, Yaz. Next week…Pasternak hands Yazmin a piece of paper. Alexander Pasternak: Next week, Dandy and Lockhart will each have a match, and each man will select the other’s opponent from the sheet I just handed you.Yaz holds up the sheet and the camera gets a good look at it over her shoulder. Yazmin Jones: So Dandy picks an opponent for Lockhart off this shit, and Lockhart picks an opponent for Dandy? Alexander Pasternak: Yep.Yazmin Jones: And what’s the fucking point?Alexander Pasternak: Well, it’s a Beat the Clock Challenge, Yaz. They goal is to win their match as fast as they can. The man with the fastest victory picks the stipulation for Dandy v Lockhart at Uprising. Got it? We good?Yaz gives the sheet a once over with a deathly serious gaze until the intensity breaks and she smiles, apparently satisfied. Yazmin Jones: Oh, yeah, Bossman. Got it loud and clear. We’re perfect. Chris Avery: That will certainly be interesting, Billy! Who do you think they’ll pick?Billy: You certainly can’t go wrong picking any of the highly qualified candidates from that sheet, Chris! I just don’t know who they’ll pick. The show goes to commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 15:00:24 GMT -5
QDT Is Here!
The arena lights fall to black and white as a loud bell tolls. Chopin's "Funeral March" begins to play. New Hardcore Champion QDT enters, clad in a black suit and black tie (with the belt, of course), to incessant boos from the crowd. He holds a black rose and looks somber. He is not wearing his head guard from recent weeks and we can see the recent operation scar atop his shaven head. Billy: QDT paying his respects to The Raging Dead?Chris Avery: Does he even have any respect to be able to pay?The music converts to "The Warmth" by Incubus as the lights come back on and QDT enters the ring. He calls for a mic from the ringside officials. They oblige. He looks pensive and compassionate. QDT: This is a very difficult evening for us all. Tonight we mourn TOGETHER. We mourn the tragic loss that we witnessed at Chaos...The fans unanimously chant "RAGING DEAD". QDT: That's right... Corey Black's Hardcore Title reign REST IN PEACE!Suddenly the classic circus song "Entry of the Gladiators" by Julius Fucik blares as QDT does The Cabbage Patch dance. He then props his legs up on the top rope and twerks. The fans are LIVID!!! An "ASSHOLE" chant starts! Billy: ASSHOLE!Chris Avery: ASSHOLE!QDT regains his composure and addresses the fans. QDT: Hey, that's very insensitive of you. Don't speak ill of the dead. Creeping Death is not an asshole! Well, he is a bit, but COME ON WHERE'S YOUR HUMANITYYYY?He holds up his newly won belt. QDT: But it's not all bad news! This Hardcore Title now has a fresh start with the finest successor it could dream of - ME! I will take this division on new exciting adventures that will wipe away all memories of the stagnation that CREPT in, pun intended, sometime over 343 days. As for OG Bishop and Clay Parker, I'll be watching your match VERY closely. You pair of sweaty bollocks will be actively trying to lose rather than face "The Spitfire" because you saw what I did to a man infinitely better and more extreme than you.He circles the ring, lapping up the abundant heel heat. QDT: As for Corey Black, I truly am grateful for all his help as my "BENEFACTOR" of late. But I have a new BENEFACTOR. After Chaos, from a hospital bed, I signed the most PRESTIGIOUS sponsorship in Action Wrestling history.Billy: Hey, he stole my word! That ain't PRESTIGIOUS.QDT: I cannot reveal details yet but it will shake the core of this business when word gets out. Unlike Corey's ego driven ulterior motives, my new sponsor's benevolence comes with no strings attached and clear terms and conditions. They scratch my back, I make them MAD DOLLAR!!! Money. It's simple, clean cut. Mark my words, with my new partnership arrangement, I will be the biggest star in Action Wrestling sooner than you know!He gets out a tissue and blows into it sarcastically. "The Warmth" resumes playing as QDT leaves, laughing to himself the whole way down the ramp. Chris Avery: I don't care if it's Bishop, Parker or Creeping Death, someone needs to destroy this jackass.Billy: And soon.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 3, 2020 15:01:42 GMT -5
Jason O'Neal Segment
Jason is seen with the baseball on his shoulder with a psycho smile on his face. He wastes no time addressing the issue... "THE REAL DEAL" JASON O'NEAL: Sleep with one eye open Sanchez... What I showed tonight is that when you think you are safe... five body guards, armored vehicle... whatever you do to fool yourself into thinking no one will bother you. Whatever it is to make you think you are untouchable... just know your day of reckoning is coming. One... two... three is not enough for you. I got that. I blemished your record... I want to take you off this planet and send you back to hell where you belong you fucking bitch. That 200,000 I offered... let's triple that shit. 600,000 for anyone who takes you the fuck out!!
Go ahead, you fucking retard... convince yourself that you didn't do anything. Convince yourself you are innocent and have nothing to worry about. As soon as that mental acrobatics sets in and you relax, that's when you cease to exist. As quickly and abruptly as he began, he walks off with the same abruptness...
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