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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 21:28:11 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a limo driving into the under-the-arena parking garage. The driver gets out and walks to the back door. He opens it. The figure steps out. Of course, all this and it's Torture. Crowd pops. Torture adjusts his button up shirt and walks a few steps before stopping. He's standing in front of his son Alexander Pasternak. Crowd pops again. Torture: Ahhh, Monday Night Clash! Alexander Pasternak: What are you doing here, Dad?Torture: Well, it seems like you like raising the stakes, pushing the envelope, I LOVE IT!Crowd laughs at the Vince McMahon type ending to that statement. Alexander Pasternak: Everything is in place.Torture: Shia is protected?Alexander Pasternak: Shia will have security guards around him, yes. He knows the situation and he's prepared for it.Torture: Frank Lowe is already here?Alexander Pasternak: He is, and he's in a private secure location thanks to Jaice and his team.Torture: Vayden?
Crowd fucking POPS.Alexander Pasternak: He has the night off.Crowd boos. Alexander Pasternak: It wasn't the easiest decision, but I figured Pettis had her match on the other show and she went home and Vayden didn't need to be here tonight. You also don't need to be -Torture: I can be here. Just.. Just in case.
Alexander Pasternak: I ju-
Torture: I'm already here, son. Run your show, lets see it happen!
Torture smiles and walks off. Alexander watches him walk out of frame and we cut to the Monday Night Clash opening video.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 21:33:24 GMT -5
Pyro shoots off inside the arena and we pan around the crowd as Billy and Chris Avery welcome us in!
Billy: WELCOME TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF MONDAY NIGHT CLASH AND WE'RE INCHING CLOSER TO OUR ONE HUNDREDTH EPISODE BUT CHRIS.. WE'RE ON THE EVE SO TO SAY, OF UPRISING!
Chris Avery: All-In is just around the corner, we have two ladder matches.. ONE gets you the World Championship in a HUGE five way match, and the other gets you a Championship match ANY TIME.. ANY WHERE.. my god! I can't wait!
Billy: HUGE Main Event tonight between TWO of the competitors in All-In where Wesley goes one on one with Crow! I can't wait for that one!
Chris Avery: We have a Television Championship match, we have a DoorDash Match, my god! We have so much happening tonight but lets not bury the damn lead!
Billy: Tonight, for the FIRST TIME EVER since the HORRIFIC incident in which a match went terribly wrong and took the life of our friend Raging Dead, Frank Lowe is HERE tonight and he'll speak to AW Hall of Famer Shia Labeouf in a EXCLUSIVE interview on ShiaTV and folks, we're being told that's happening in the third hour so we ARE advising you to put the kids to bed before it happens, we just don't know what can be said!
Chris Avery: It was a nightmare getting into the arena today, they've stepped up security big time for him, Pasternak still has to make a decision if Frank Lowe is EVEN IN ALL-IN!
Billy: He could be replaced, and if Shia is the one breaking that news.. wow, I wouldn't want to be anywhere near Frank Lowe tonight!
Chris Avery: No, no I wouldn't! I'm with ya.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 21:36:18 GMT -5
Pasternak's Uprising Surprise Match El Diablo vs. Masuda Teijin vs. Azurine Vebbins
The lights in the arena go black and red. And you hear on titantron "the devil is here" as El Diablo comes out walking slow to the ring. Then he yells "zero devil fear" as he slides into the ring. He sits in the middle in a praying motion as he laughs demonically as his theme plays. Billy: Here comes El Diablo!!Chris Avery: Yeah, we’ve heard a lot about him and are excited to see what he can do in Action Wrestling!Pulses of blue light flashbang the arena before going completely dark. Droning bass summons boos all across the arena. “Doom” by Calvania brings a somber yet cognizant Masuda Teijin to the stage. Lights remain low like a blue dusk as he steals the stage. A black leather coat, studded by miscellaneous bits of metal shaped like skulls and spines, gives him the look of a raider just beyond the city gates. When bursts of blinding white pyro flare off around him to the return of that droning bass. Adilene Floyd: On his way to the ring from Yokohama, Japan… weighing 230 pounds… Masuda Teijin!Tejin walks slow but assuredly to the apron but stops to take in the chorus. His messy mounds of spiked jet-black hair glisten in the limelight. Teijin circles around for a flyby of the commentary table, letting his open coat ripple by them. He then hops onto the apron with a couple spins to where he’s leaning off ropes for a smug pose towards a disapproving audience. Ducking and stepping into the ring to the ring’s center, he begins a final presentation—exacerbated by boos and the song’s droning chorus—ends with him goading more hatred with summoning waves. He then disrobes to down to his ring with a foot braced in his corner until everything begins. Billy: Masuda looks determined to turn his fortunes around this week, Chris.Chris Avery: Yeah, he lost a few weeks ago to Wesley at Chaos in their big confrontation and then he lost the other week to Cormack MacNeill.As "Radio Gaga" by Queen prominently plays throughout the arena, "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins pirouettes onto the entrance ramp. A solitary spotlight provides an ethereal glow as she begins to descend down the ramp like an automaton practicing aerobics. She performs various other dance steps while making her way to the eastern ring apron. Along the way, she waves, high-fives and hugs certain chanters she comes into contact with. When a chanter puckers up for a kiss, she points to her halo (neck collar). Upon entering the eastern ring apron, she glides between the bottom and middle ropes before awaiting referee instruction and her next opponent. Chris Avery: That was a hell of a TV title match between Azurine and Claire last week!Billy: Yeah, it was one of the closest TV title matches we’ve had in a long time, Chris! Azurine just didn’t have what it took that night to best Claire Hawkins, but she’s looking to get back on the winning track here tonight.The referee signals for the bell to begin the match. Masuda hits Diablo with a clothesline and dropkicks Azurine. Diablo is back up and goes down to a fallaway slam. Masuda snaps off a superkick, but Azurine ducks it and drops Masuda with an elbow smash. Azurine runs at Diablo and executes a running DDT. Masuda is backed into the corner with some open palm strikes. Azurine whips Masuda across the ring, but he’s taken down by El Diablo via a shotgun drop kick. Azurine charges at El Diablo who takes her down with a cutter and hops onto the ropes. El Diablo flies off for a frankensteiner on Masuda and holds on for the pin! ONE!! T--NOOO!! Azurine dives in and makes the save. Billy: Quick paced match up tonight here on Clash!Chris Avery: Yeah, it’s the opening match and all three are determined to start this show off with a bang!Azurine grabs Diablo and hits a bulldog. She ducks an axe kick from Masuda and performs a rolling fireman’s carry slam. Azurine pulls Masuda up again and snap suplexes him to the mat. El Diablo kicks Azurine in the midsection before sending her across the ring. Azurine returns with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown! Billy: Azurine is taking control of this match!Chris Avery: Not for long, Billy! Masuda stalls her momentum with a tornado DDT. Masuda executes a rolling knee drop on Azurine but is pulled off of her by El Diablo before he can capitalize. El Diablo takes Masuda down with an enziguri before executing a STO. Azurine is up but goes down to a brainbuster from El Diablo. El Diablo executes a gutbuster on Azurine before going for the pin. ONE!! TW--NOOO! Masuda makes the save! Chris Avery: These competitors are not letting up, Billy!Billy: Yeah this is a helluva match to start Monday Night Clash!Masuda executes a snap saito suplex on El Diablo before putting down Azurine with a tiger driver. Billy: It looks like Masuda may come out on top here, Chris!Masuda picks up Diablo but Vebbins is in the ring and hits a ghetto blaster to Masuda knocking him out of the ring! Diablo turns around and Vebbins hits a superkick and then pins Diablo! One! Two! Three! Billy: WHOA!Chris Avery: VEBBINS WINS!Billy: HUGE VICTORY FOR VEBBINS!Vebbins is up celebrating in the ring. Billy: Oh the ActionTron is lighting up! This must be the Pasternak Surprise!The ActionTron shows the Television Championship graphic for Uprising. Chris Avery: Vebbins gets a TV title match next week on Uprising! How awesome!Billy: That's very cool! Good for Vebbins!We fade out.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 21:53:16 GMT -5
The Swallowing, Amelia Abernathy, & Stuart Slane Segment
The scene opens up backstage with a closeup view of the Action Wrestling Tag Team Championships! The fans explode in unison as the camera pans back to reveal Adelaide Ainsworth and Lissie Hope. Lissie is dressed casually, and Adelaide is in her ring-gear, as her singles match with Stuart Slane is coming up shortly. No interviewer in sight, this is just your run of the mill, around the water cooler girl talk. Lissie Hope: We gonna hit the gym later? Get that blood pumping before the match?Addy A: Would ratha pull a ‘ya an’ find me some good pipe. Ya did seem a little loosa’ ‘fore Chaos. So who was ‘da boy?Lissie smiles and looks down at the ground. She’s obviously referring to Amelia’s allegation last week about a scandalous affair. Addy A: Who tenderized them meaty flaps?Lissie Hope: Addy!Addy A: Who pounded ‘ya shit out?Lissie Hope: STOP!Addy A: Tell me, he ‘ad a hurrican tongue. Boy gonna flick ya bean ‘til ya tell ‘im ta stop, Lis.Addy starts flicking her tongue like a lizard. Lissie Hope: I SAID STOP!Addy A: Fine, fine.Lissie Hope: How the hell did you get a Make-A-Wish? You’re actually some kid’s favorite wrestler? This generation is doomed.Addy A: Hey! I can be a role model, too. Dem older boys love me.Lissie is smiling at her partner’s insistence, and then she notices the bright diamonds on her ears. She grabs one between her fingers and her eyes go wide. Lissie Hope: These are gorgeous! Where’d you get these?Addy A: They were… a gift.Lissie’s eyes tell a story of realization, but then she’s totally confused. The camera pans around and there’s five children standing behind Addy. Lissie Hope: The hell? More Make-A-Wishers? Damn, you’re popular!Addy A: I ain’t gettin’ no more porn subscriptions.But the children stand in formation, like… an army. Now the leader, who isn’t much taller than the children he commands, comes into the frame. It’s Jaice Wilds! Jaice Wilds: Lissie… Addy… please follow me.Lissie Hope: Uhh… we’re good dude.Addy A: Yeh we seen what you did to Kennedy when you was bangin’ that out. No thanks.Jaice Wilds: This is serious. There has been a formal complaint filed against you through Human Resources. We need to have a meeting right this instant.Addy A: If ‘ya don’t want me to be Addy fuckin’ A with them cancer kids then don’t let me be picked!Jaice Wilds: This isn’t about that, Addy. Please… we’re just following orders. Follow me.The scene fades as Lissie and Addy follow Jaice and the child army in confusion.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 21:54:22 GMT -5
OG Bishop Segment
The cameras cut backstage to where Bishop and Mr. Armstrong are looking for someone. They knock on a few doors but no one answers. Bishop: QDT where are youuuuuu?? Come out and playyyyyyy!Bishop takes his bat and hits a door. Bishop: QDT where are you?! I just want to talk and invite you to my hardcore playground! Come out you little shit!Mr. Armstrong: He ain't coming, Bishop! How in the hell can you be Hardcore Champion, but afraid to come out and play? QDT come next week, you won't be able to run or hide! You will put that beautiful Hardcore title on the line, and then you will lose that Hardcore title. Quote the crow: forever. See you next week!The cameras cut back to ringside. Billy: I've never heard Crow McMorris say that..Chris Avery: *Shrug*
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 21:55:52 GMT -5
Hilbert Horton V vs America Jackson
“Don’t Tread” by Damn Yankees plays as America Jackson makes his way out, accompanied by Zaigon Carter and the Troops. He smiles and tries to initiate claps and hype up the crowd. Zaigon gives him a supportive pat on the shoulders to hype him up as the Troops surround the ring in an amateur paramilitary fashion. America hops into the ring and poses, as Zaigon’s majestic Eagle lands on his arm. Billy: This guy came up just short last week in his debut. He had a great match, he just didn’t get the win.Chris Avery: No doubt Billy, this guy has what it takes to go places. I just think he is a little confused about what the crowd thinks of him.The opening riff of Bad To The Bone by George Thorogood hits the PA as the tron shows videos of Hilbert Horton V laughing maniacally. Hilbert Horton V strides out, smirking and twirling his mustache, while Niles No-Good creeps behind him, nervously grinning. He lets out a maniacal laugh to the sky, arms outstretched, then begins marching down to the ring, Niles racing ahead of him to ringside. As Hilbert walks down the ramp he pranks kids and feigns punching adults. Babies cry at his mere presence. Adilene Floyd begins to announce Hilbert, but is stopped by Niles who takes the mic. Niles No-Good: Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, the Arch-Nemesis of Action, grappling out of the great land of Hortonshire, England, weighing a beastly 240 pounds, the one and only Hilbert! Horton! The Fifth!Hilbert proudly stomps up the stairs to the ring, twiddles with his moustache again, then steeples his fingers as he looks towards his opponent, an evil grin on his face. Niles retreats to the corner, shouting at the opponent or crowd as he does so. Billy: This guy is making his Action Wrestling debut tonight.Chris Avery: He has got some huge plans for his time here in AW.Billy: Like?Chris Avery: Nothing major, just trying to raise funds so that he can continue his quest of taking over the world in the name of evil.Billy: Alrighty then, let’s get to the action.The match starts with both men taking it slow and getting a feel for each other. Not middle school crushes do, like smart athletes making sure they don’t make a mistake do. There is a collar and elbow tie up that America Jackson muscles out of followed by another collar and elbow that Horton muscles out of. A third collar and elbow results in America getting Horton in a headlock. Horton puts a foot through the ring ropes. The ref calls for the stoppage and America uses the entire 5 count before releasing the hold. The men again circle around each other and silently agree to a mercy style test of strength. Both men put their right hand in the air.. Billy: Horton kicks America in the stomach and they felt it all the way in Kansas!Chris Avery: He lifts the dazed America up into a scoop slam, and America is down.Billy: Horton with a cover. Really!?1.. Billy: Easy kickout by America, why even attempt the cover.Chris Avery: I like the move. It keeps your opponent thinking. America now has to always be concerned that he could face a pinning predicament. I like it, no time to rest.Horton indeed gives Americas no time to rest. His move selection is deliberate. He starts with knee drops to the back and then he holds a surfboard for about 30 seconds before releasing. A scoop powerslam followed by a spinebuster. Without missing a beat Horton snatches America off the canvas and grips him into a torture rack. America is able to rock back and forth enough to get to the ropes where Horton hold until 4 and a half and then drops America to the canvas. America rolls to the outside and Horton follows. America hits a few quick punches and kicks to fend Horton off and then slides into the ring. Horton follows and America is able to meet the sliding Horton with kicks to the back. Billy: That was great wrestling by America to head to the outside. It really turned the tide in this match.Chris Avery: That’s true Billy, but don’t forget that Horton has been working the back since the beginning, no doubt setting him up for his Liontamer he calls “Tied to the Tracks”. America is on the offensive now, but just that pain doesn’t just go away, it will come back.Billy: Well America just went to a ground and pound position and is delivering some serious shots to Horton’s head.Chris Avery: Yeah Billy, those fists and forearms to the head are really indictive of America’s MMA roots. And a sudden cover!!1.. 2.. T.. Billy: Horton kicked out, but what a smart move by America Jackson. Now Horton always has to be concerned about being in a pinning predicament. Two smart wrestlers going at it tonightAmerica continues and MMA sty assault ion Horton. He is using several different strikes and suplexes to keep Horton under control. The grapples and holds America is using are not only giving America a chance to catch his breath and rest his back, it is wearing Horton down as well. After holding Horton for a few minutes in leg lock. America rises and scoops Horton up.. Billy: America has Horton up, he is no small man. I think America is setting him up for a stump piledriver!Chris Avery: No! He couldn’t do it, his back gave out and he dropped Horton. No doubt Horton will feel the effects of the move, but certainly not the same as if it were a properly executed piledriver.Billy: You said it earlier Chris, the back would come to haunt America and it did.Chris Avery: It cost him that move and all the momentum, but he is still on the attack.America lands some knees strikes to Horton’s temple and some kicks to the body. It is clear that he is avoiding putting any pressure on his back at all. He drops very effective elbows that hand all about Horton’s head, torso, and legs. America picks Horton up and downs him again with a clothesline. America attempts a knee drop but Horton roll out of the way and springs to hit feet. America is also quick to his feet, but Horton greets him with a kick to the gut. This doubles America over and Horton hits an elbow smash to the back of America’s head. Billy: With America down Horton again goes to work on the back and puts America in a single leg Boston crab.Chris Avery: Horton is smooth. He doesn’t keep America in a hold for too long. He knows that if held for too long it starts to lose it affect and can actually serve to wear down the man applying the hold. He has him up now and a textbook powerslam.Billy: With every move, America is reaching for his back. Horton sees that and wont stop working it.Horton’s moves continue to focus on the back. They are now coming in pairs. Two spinebusters, two fallaway slams, and two northern lights suplexes. Horton stands over the fallen America Jackson as Horton catches his breath. It’s only a second or two and Hilbert Horton is right back to work. Now his move selection consists of series of kicks and elbows, all aimed at softening up the back. Billy: It looks like Hilbert Horton is getting ready to powerbomb America Jackson, this is usually a move he does to help set up his Tied to the Tracks finisher.Chris Avery: No! America was able to wriggle out of the powerbomb by punching Horton with some stiff blows to the face. America lands on the ground and he facing Horton.Billy: America with a kick to gut, no! Horton blocked it and slapped America right across the face. Now he kicks America in the gut and now has him up for his spinning Tombstone Piledriver he calls the Hilbert Driver.Chris Avery: He nailed it and he wastes no time pouncing on him and slapping him in the Tied to the Tracks. Brilliant ring positioning by Horton. He has that locked in tight and America is not going anywhere.Billy: America is looking all around and he sees that he a man on an island and he is not going to reach the ropes!Chris Avery: He’s got to make the right decision here. He can’t risk injury, some days you are just bested by the guy across from you and this looks like one of those..DING. DING. DING. Billy: Shitfire! America tapped. Like you said Chris He had to do it.Chris Avery: Great match by both men, but Horton comes away with the victory tonight. Let’s get to out next match.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 21:58:27 GMT -5
The Swallowing, Amelia Abernathy, & Stuart Slane Segment
We transition to the office of Alexander Pasternak where Monday Night Clash’s GM is mid-conversation with Stuart Slane. Alexander Pasternak: - if Chet Dakota were not a joke.Slane is puzzled. Stuart Slane: I am?Pasternak nods. Stuart Slane: I don’t understand.Pasternak shrugs. Alexander Pasternak: It’s what the dude said.Slane is still confused. Stuart Slane: That sounds vaguely insulting.Alexander Pasternak: To you or to Chet?Before Stuart can reply the door opens and in walk The Swallowing to another big pop. Alexander Pasternak: Lissie. Addy. We got to talk about some stuff.Slane has already gotten up out of his chair as he was raised to stand when women enter a room. He looks apologetic. Stuart Slane: Yes, thank you. I’m very sorry it’s come to this. I realize by making this report it will remain in your permanent files and could affect the outcome of future evaluations and advancement, but given the circumstances I felt it was necessary.Lissie Hope: You narc’d on us?Addy A: What tha fuck ya on ‘bout?Stuart Slane: I want to try and settle the arguments between yourselves and myself and Amelia here. Mister Pasternak has graciously agreed to serve as mediator.Cut to Alex checking his phone, nodding absently. Stuart Slane: In our business there is always going to be a certain amount of verbal sparring. However, I feel in the case of AberSlane and the Swallowing, the trash talk has exceeded healthy levels. You have issues with Amelia; and with good reason. She’s behaved deplorably and will not apologize, so we can’t expect that. What I am hoping for is that if she sits down and listens to what you have to say, and you do so honestly and without rancor, at the bare minimum she will be forced to admit wrestlers can attempt to resolve disputes in a civilized manner, which would be a victory in itself. Thank you.Lissie Hope: I have nothin’ to say to the girl.Addy A: Ay! Where tha fuck is that cunt, Li’l Miss Piggy?Pasternak appears angry. Alexander Pasternak: She’s ‘running late’.Slane sighs. Stuart Slane: That happens a lot.The scene fades.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 21:59:46 GMT -5
Carter Shaw Segment
“Last Man Standing” By Pop Evil hits in the arena, the crowd coming to their feet with cheers as Carter Shaw appears from behind the curtain. A serious look on his face, he walks right down the ramp, reaching out to slap some hands on his way, but never taking his eyes off the ring. He pulls his “Simply Put” hoodie off before he even rolls in the ring. Billy: Looks like we’re getting a visit from one of the men in Uprising’s All-In Ladder Match, the former Television Champion, Carter Shaw!Chris Avery: Dude looks focused...or pissed. Or determined. Hard to tell, he’s kinda got that one expression for a lot of emotions.In the ring, Shaw points out to the crowd a bit to respond in appreciation to the cheers. He stretches out a bit with his eyes towards the entrance ramp as his music dies down. Billy: That explains it, I’m getting word that Shaw has requested a match here this evening.Chris Avery: Smart man, doesn’t want to sit idle with such a huge opportunity on his horizon. All-In baby, can’t WAIT!Adilene Floyd: Standing in the ring, from Boston Massachusetts...he is CARTER SHAW!Floyd announces the present Shaw, clearly having just been informed of the match as well. The arena quiets down a bit before "WHO'S FINNA GET A HOT DOG?!" blares over the loudspeaker, the unmistakable voice of Hot Dog Robinson cueing the beat to start on "Hot Dog" By LMFAO. The crowd comes to their feet as the legendary HOT DOG ROBINSON cart makes its way through the curtain. Hot Dog pushes it with a wide smile on his face, playing out to both sides of the crowd. He stops and grabs the mustard and ketchup squirters from their holsters and squirts them both towards the audience in place of expensive pyro. Adilene Floyd: Wheeling his way to the ring, from New York City, accompanied by the legendary Hot Dog Robinson wiener cart...He is "ALL BEEF" HOT DOG ROBINSON!Robinson parks the cart at ringside, straightening a few things before grabbing himself a preset hot dog from the serving tray. He rolls into the ring and displays the "Dog Of The Week" special towards the hot camera, smirking and nodding in approval before turning around and throwing it like a football into the crowd. He takes his shirt off and immediately tears away the buttoned track pants before taking the microphone from Adilene... Hot Dog Robinson: PRACTICE SAFE EATING! He holds the microphone out to the crowd. Crowd In Unison: USE CONDIMENTS!! Hot Dog returns the microphone as he gets himself ready for action. Billy: Is this the first time we’ve seen Hot Dog Robinson?Chris Avery: In the ring? Yes. In the back? No. Dude’s back by catering every single week with that glorious hot dog cart.The bell rings as Shaw sizes up the larger Hot Dog. His fists go up in a fighting stance, his eyes locked forward. Hot Dog Robinson is playing to the crowd a little bit before turning his attention to his chance to finally have in-ring action with AW. He smirks at Shaw before charging forward at him, seemingly looking for a body splash. Billy: Bad call, Hot Dog…Shaw lets Hot Dog run into him, but uses the momentum to roll Hot Dog Robinson right over with a smooth as silk transition into a Boston Crab. Shaw wraps the legs up in the cloverleaf and pulls back immediately, bringing his knee into Hot Dog’s back for the End Quote submission! Chris Avery: Well…Hot Dog taps out after a few seconds of pain, the ref calling for the bell. Adilene Floyd: And here is your winner...CARTER SHAW!Shaw lets go immediately, kind of shoving Hot Dog’s large legs to the mat. He gets up and paces a bit as his music hits once more. The crowd cheers once again, but both the music and the crowd quiet down as Shaw is handed a microphone from ringside. He paces another round before settling in, locking his eyes towards the hard camera. Carter Shaw: Next week. Uprising. All-In. A massive opportunity hangs above the ring, and NINE of us will be fighting for it. Only one gets their hands on that All-In briefcase. That’s insane, NINE. You’ve got some of AW’s biggest names involved in this ladder match. Names like...Wesley.The crowd cheers. Carter Shaw: Names like Crow McMorris.The crowd cheers again. Carter Shaw: Corey Bull.The crowd responds with a mix of cheers and boos. Carter Shaw: Derrick Vayden, Karlie Nash, Olive Adler, Cassidy Adler. A mix of the who’s who of Action Wrestling. But...but then there’s...who the fuck is Carter Shaw?The crowd responds with cheers, immediately flowing into the now-trademark chant of “Whooo are you? Who, who. Who, who.”. This is clearly exactly what Shaw was hoping for as he slowly reaches the microphone out and slowly spins in a circle, the crowd encouraged to get a bit louder singing The Who tune. Billy: Man, this crowd eats up singing that song, don’t they?Chris Avery: I’m not sure if Carter Shaw is insulting himself or not here. He’s a former TV Champ, we for damn sure know who this guy is at this point.Billy: Yeah, but he’s also realistic. He knows he’s not exactly at the top of the Vegas betting odds for this match.A full minute goes by the crowd yell-singing “WHOOO ARE YOU? WHO, WHO? WHO, WHO?” before Shaw leans in to the ropes and his clear enjoyment of the moment transitions to gritted teeth as he once again changes his glare from the crowd to the hard camera. Carter Shaw: THAT’S...exactly what I’m fucking counting on.He flips the microphone over his shoulder and backrolls out of the ring as “Last Man Standing” By Pop Evil hits once more. Billy: Carter Shaw, still not a man of many words, but I think his strategy for All-In is clear.Chris Avery: He’s expecting to be overlooked, and he’ll be looking to fully capitalize on that. I don’t think it’s my dude’s turn to be holding that All-In briefcase quite yet though, but he’s got heart.Billy: It’s All-In, Chris, come on. You know that anything can happen and anyone can take home the prize. Who Is Carter Shaw?
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:01:36 GMT -5
Pasternak's Uprising Surprise Match Downfall vs. Dionysus Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL, introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, he weighs in at 220 pounds... DOWNFALL!!The arena lights dim, as the crowd goes silent and a blazing neon-red Anarchy symbol appears on the tron, which then transitions into the symbol becoming the A in Downfall's name. Then, as the jumbotron begins playing images of shots of Downfall hitting various kicks and signature moves, the opening drum rhythm to "Mainlining Murder" begins. "Well don't touch me baby your finger tips they feel like pins across my skin Just light another cigarette so I don't regret, inviting you over Well don't hold my hand or I'll punch your face I'm a hungry rat in this hole I waste There's no blood to taste in this awful place I'm mainlining murder! I'm mainlining murder!!" As the music is kicking in harder, Downfall's head is bowed, and he kneels one knee on the stage, tracing the fingers of his right hand across the ramp, then he slowly raises his head to look at the ring. He then shoots his fist towards the ring and shouts out to the crowd. The arena lights brighten, and then, he begins his walk down to the ring, holding his arms out to take in the reaction of the crowd. He's earned a respectful pop from the smart marks in the crowd. He cracks his neck to the side in an aggressive manner and flaps his hands out at his sides in the manner of someone just itching to get their hands dirty, and as Lars' voice reaches the roughest note of the bridge he slides in the ring, walks over to the ropes and balances himself on the second rope, and then he holds his arms up in a crossed-wrist X symbol. Then he hops down, takes off his vest, and stretches for the match. Billy: Downfall had a super successful opening match against America Jackson last week, and since then he's hit the gate running.Chris Avery: Downfall for sure has started carving out a name for himself, as he seems to believe that taking on some of the toughest fighters here will establish his name in the Pure Division.Adilene Floyd: And his opponent, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Minneapolis, Minnesota... DIONYSUS!!Dionysus' music hits and all goes for the first few seconds just as would be described in the video on his profile. There's just one problem. The man that comes walking out onto the stage ISN'T Dionysus. Billy: Who in the hell is this guy??Chris Avery: I don't... did Dionysus shrink in the wash??The man coming down the ramp is wearing the helmet, true, and is carrying a sword and with the armor pieces attached. He even has a rangy height, not a full 6'5" but definitely not two hundred and seventy pounds on his frame. Downfall's eyebrows raise, and he looks at the referee incredulously. The man in Dionysus' armor is playing all of this straight, and when he removes his helmet there's a look of culture shock as the world comes rushing in, the sight and sound of the crowd and the lights. He looks nervous as he steps into the ring. Billy: Well this kid got dressed up like Dionysus, and he's out here telling the ref he's the understudy.Chris Avery: Dionysus couldn't even be out here for his own match? I don't know if I love him or hate him for that.Downfall is starting to get annoyed, looking past the "understudy" and shouting for the real Dionysus to stand up. The understudy, bravely and a little stupidly, pokes Downfall in the chest and says He's the real Dionysus. There's almost a reboot of Spartacus on our hands as Downfall demands of the understudy to get his ass out of the ring and bring out Dionysus and the understudy, again, proclaims "I'm Dionysus". Fun is fun, but done is done. Downfall tries to bully past the kid, but the kid whips Downfall around and hauls off with a slap to the face. Downfall turns to the side, and the crowd gives an "Oooooooh". Downfall takes a moment to just wipe his lips, marinating in the disrespect. Billy: ShitFIRE, he slapped the taste out of Downfall's mouth!Chris Avery: This is actually a cleverly done game of mindfuckery, or "mind games" as other companies like to put it. At best, it gives Dionysus an edge to scout Downfall for another contest and spot his weaknesses, because you know he's backstage watching. But on another level, he's telling Downfall you're not even worth seeing the real me.Billy: What is this kid like a buck fifty??Downfall swings at the kid for a heel kick, but somehow the "understudy" ducks it, and Downfall turns around into a clumsily thrown dropkick. Downfall staggers. The "understudy", pressing his advantage, whips Downfall into the corner and comes in, battering down on him with wild right hands. The crowd is surprised, and Downfall covers up in the corner. Nobody expected Dionysus "understudy" to start off so hot, perhaps not even the kid himself. He does have a wide-eyed look of "oh god oh fuck this is really happening" as the referee backs him out of the corner, trying to get a clean break from the punches. Downfall, shaking the cobwebs out, pulls himself up using the top rope. The "understudy", perhaps dreaming of bringing this to a quick end, runs in and attempts a corner splash. Billy: NOBODY HOME!Not able to catch him quick enough, the lanky, awkward "understudy" crashes full tilt into the turnbuckles, and falls back, arms pinwheeling goofily and unable to stand on his feet. He tumbles around, then gets up, not knowing where he is, and then Downfall, perfectly in command of his facilities and not dazed at all, turns his lights out with a vicious superkick that sends sweat flying. The "understudy" falls straight back. Billy: SHITFIRE, THEY HEARD THAT UP IN THE RAFTERS!Chris Avery: Aww man, I was wondering if the understudy had read his lines enough to figure out how to do the Grapevine.Billy: This ain't some theater in the park production of Hamlet, Avery!!Downfall grits his mouth in a firm line, staring icily down at the bony effigy, and he pulls the kid up by the waistband enough to get him to a vertical base. There's no real need to be so rough, I mean dude's out, but Downfall helpfully keeps him on his feet until he gets behind him and clamps on a rear naked choke. "Understudy" comes alive as he tries to gulp air into a windpipe that is being compressed, and flails his arms helplessly for point two seconds as Downfall ragdolls him on his feet. Downfall has the Anarchist Cookbook choke locked in textbook. The rest is academic as he lays the fading kid down onto the mat. Having used the Anarchist Cookbook to choke the wind out of him just enough to get him down onto his stomach Downfall releases it, rolling over the "understudy's" back and gripping it tightly, locking in an even more excruciating looking Kimura. Billy: Everything Downfall's doing is dripping with such malice and intent, there ain't no reason for him to go so far just to put a hurtin on this kid.Chris Avery: Yes there is, Billyboy, it's to send a message back to the real Dionysus. Regime Change LOCKED."Understudy" is straining and screaming as Downfall twists the tendons sideways, a vein sticking out on his neck. He taps to the Regime Change, he'd been tapping. The referee orders the bell rung. However, Downfall still has the hold on, cranking the arm sideways. Ding Ding Ding Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner... DOWNFALL!!Billy: God amighty, with just three brutal moves, Downfall showed "Dionysus" exactly what's comin' for him when he gets his hands on the real deal!Chris Avery: Even as the bell rung, Downfall was reluctant to let the Regime Change go, he might have caused this kid some nerve damage. I hope that his next part is willing to let him wear a cast!Downfall has released the hold on the "understudy" and just kneels over him, looking down at him calmly, but suddenly, a figure climbs over the guardrail, just the way Downfall has done two weeks previously, and swarmed from the aisle into the ring behind Downfall! The figure comes behind the kneeling Downfall and clotheslines him in the back of the head! The figure looks up into the camera for a split second... Billy: IT'S THE REAL DIONYSUS!!Chris Avery: Dionysus was closer than Downfall thought, this was all a ruse, and now he's getting him a little piece of Downfall. Remember, Downfall got out of the ring and avoided this last week.Dionysus is mounting Downfall and laying in a flurry of punches to his head and Downfall is too taken off guard to cover up effectively. Dionysus ground-and-pounds Downfall for another few seconds, then he gets to his feet, daring Downfall to get up. Downfall crawls to all fours, and Dionysus runs in and boots him right in the side of the head, knocking Downfall to his back. Downfall, completely stunned, lays there staring straight up. Dionysus lifts Downfall up by his arm, keeping hold of the wrist, and he pulls Downfall in... GRAPEVINE! Billy: Dionysus just left Downfall something to remember him by!!Downfall, completely limp, rolls out of the bottom rope to the aisle. Dionysus paces around, holding his arms up to take in the mixed reaction of the crowd. Downfall, gripping the apron, pulls himself up bit by bit. Chris Avery: We may not have settled these two's issue here tonight at Clash, but Dionysus sure as HELL got some of Downfall!Billy: But what does this mean for Uprising??Downfall shakes his head at Dionysus, who is yelling for him to come on. Downfall uses the guardrails to pull himself up and edge away from the ring, still staring at Dionysus as he holds the back of his head. He shakes his head, not this time, and exits up the ramp.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:02:10 GMT -5
PASTERNAK UPRISING SURPRISE
DOWNFALL VS. MATTHIAS MINTZEL(c)
PURE CHAMPIONSHIP
UPRISING
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:04:24 GMT -5
The Swallowing, Amelia Abernathy, & Stuart Slane Segment
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Alexander Pasternak: If you’re not Amelia Abernathy go away!The door opens and in steps Red. Alexander Pasternak: Close enough I guess. Where the HELL is Amelia? She’s late!Red: Ms. Abernathy is never late. She’s always precisely on time. You just convened too early. The enormous man does a security scan of the room, noting that it’s in good condition for his employer to enter. He steps aside and Amelia SLOWLY peeks her head in, just her head, just to make sure things are kosher despite her bodyguard already doing so. The Villain of Virtue sighs some relief and goes to step in, but that’s when Stuart sees the t-shirt she’s wearing which is a touristy Las Vegas tshirt that says “When in Vegas” and has an illustration of a white chalk outline of a body on a sideline, and the words below that reads “Oops! Too soon?” Stu shoves her out the door before she can enter, and Red follows suit ripping Slane off of her and blocking his path to her once in the hall. Amelai Abernathy: Stand down, Red! I told you he’d get all uppity.Stuart Slane: Take off the shirt.Amelai Abernathy: Jeez. Mighty forward of you, Boy Scout. Didn't even ask me on a date first.Stu's right eye lid isn't twitching, it's dancing the Charleston! Not a good sign for Amelia despite Red being right there. Stuart Slane: Take it off and turn it inside out. I can't believe you!Amelai Abernathy: Ok fine, fine.Stu, being the gentleman that he is, looks away so she can have the privacy of changing the shirt. Red watches though. It's his duty. Ah, the perks of being a bodyguard! She goes about the shirt duty. Amelai Abernathy: There. Hope you’re happy.Slane returns his gaze to her and immediately snaps his head away. She’s standing there with the shirt off, sporting a gorgeous pink Victoria Secrets bra. Amelai Abernathy: Pfft. Pollyanna.She does as requested and for real this time. The trio file back into the room where Amelia and Stu take their seats next to the other. Alexander Pasternak: What was that shit about?Stuart Slane: She had a wardrobe malfunction. We remedied it.Lissie Hope: Hm. What kind of malfunction?Stuart Slane: A tear.Addy cocks her head to the side and observes the fabric. Addy A: I ain’t see no fuckin’ tear? Just looks she forgot how ta dress herself. Looks inside out ta me.Stu and Amelia look at each other apparently expecting the other to answer. Amelai Abernathy: I don’t know. Ask him. He’s the one who saw it.Stu sits there like a knot on a log for a moment, prompting his partner to wing it. Addy A: Did ya sneak a peek at them perky little titties, Stu. Aww. How fuckin’ cute.Amelai Abernathy: Keep your kink-fetishes about my skin to yourselves, sluts!Lissie Hope: BITCH! THE ONLY KINK-FETISH WE HAVE IS FACE-FUCKING YOU WITH OUR FISTS!A thunderous fist pounds the table, snapping all of their attention to the man who brought it down, GM Pasternak. Alexander Pasternak: Enough! Who gives a shit about a wardrobe thing.Stuart Slane: Exactly, Alex. See how violent they were about to get over something silly like a wardrobe snafu?The tension in the air is thick as Lissie and Addy stare daggers at the trio of Stuart, Red, and Amelia. Stuart, standing in the middle, looks like he would rather be anywhere else. Suddenly, Amelia throws her hands into the air. Amelia Abernathy: IT’S MY FAULT OK? I WAS WRONG!You could hear a pin drop. They simply cannot believe the confession. Amelia Abernathy: I saw an opportunity for a PSA on the dangers of wrestling, but did so at Raging Dead’s expense. It was an impulsive action that I took at the worst possible time. My heart was in the right place but my mind wasn’t.Stuart blinks. He gives a nod and a cautious smile. Lissie Hope: Well… that was unexpected. Thanks, I guess.Amelia Abernathy: Good, good. I just want us to get along, y’know? We work together, we should be able to be in the same room without killing each other, right? There’s been just tooo much death lately in the wrestling world, wouldn’t you agree?Lissie is starting to get aggravated again. Amelia Abernathy: Gina Bigliani would agree…Everyone gives a “who?” face. Everyone, except Addy A. Lissie notices, questioning her with her eyes. Addy A: Just some cunt whose hubbie I used ‘ta shag.Lissie shrugs her shoulders. Lissie Hope: Wouldn’t be the first one.Amelia Abernathy: Now now! I don’t mean to get in between you two. You’re our Tag Champions for a reason! We are all just sooo impressed with how you’ve been able to work together despite your differences. Lissie… having to carry you on your shoulders. That’s a lot of extra weight, isn’t it?Stuart Slane: That is unfair. Elizabeth does not carry Adelaide, or vice versa. They complement one another; which is completely different. The Swallowing have a chemistry we could only hope for. Also, the attempt at body-shaming was out of line.Amelia Abernathy: Yes, captain. What I think what we all need is a little bit of positivity in the room. Stufart? You’re a choir boy. You sing on Sundays and Wednesdays. Will you please serenade us with a gospel tune that uplifts?Slane is no longer smiling. Stuart Slane: No.Amelia Abernathy: Fine. I’ll do it.She does an overexaggerated clearing of the throat and massages her throat with her index finger for a little bit. At first Slane seems confident there’s no way Amelia is going to go through with her musical interlude. He folds his arms, smirks at her and shakes his head. Amelia Abernathy: AAAhem! UHHEM!Now Slane starts to look concerned. She really isn’t going to sing, is she? Deep breath. Starts humming. Stuart is horrified to learn that in fact yes; Amelia will serenade the general manager of Clash and the current Action Wrestling Tag Team Champions. Amelai Abernathy: (in sing song voice) Lissie and loverboy sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i---Addy and Lissie can’t hold in their laughter. Lissie Hope: You’re so fuckin’ lame, dude.Addy A: Pro’bly would sound ‘betta wit Stu’s nuts in ya teeth.Amelia Abernathy: How about this old diddy? You all can pick it up halfway through if you know the lines. AAAAHEM… (conjures up sing song voice) Ole McVegas owned a street, e-i-e-i-o.. And on that street a body badly beat, e-i-e-i-o …Stuart Slane: AMELIA!Lissie Hope: Don’t you fuckin’ dare…Amelia Abernathy: (smiling) ...with a curbstomp here and a blood spatter there, here a punch, there a punch, everywhere a punch-punch…Lissie interrupts the song by lunging over the table, aiming for her throat! Red pushes her out of the way, standing guard, as Stu desperately tries to calm everyone down. Pasternak rolls his eyes and commands the attention again. Alexander Pasternak: Christ, give it a rest! Look, Stuart and Addy, you’re up next. I was hoping to resolve this here and now but obviously that’s not going to happen. We need to reconvene at a later date because the last thing I need is a lawsuit to worry about and I have so much happening tonight as it is... Get out there and compete!Stuart and Red finally lead Amelia out of the room but before they exit, Pasternak stops them. Alexander Pasternak: By the way, Lissie… and Amelia… both of you are barred from ringside tonight. If either of you go down there…A pause. Alexander Pasternak: You’re suspended.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:06:51 GMT -5
Adelaide Ainsworth vs. Stuart Slane Adilene Floyd: The following match is scheduled for one fall...The Arena is bathed in pink light as the opening bars of "Savage" by Jesswar start playing "I'm a savage, I'm a cunt Now all the bad bitches please move to the front I want that ass bare, baby plump Now all the bad bitches please move to the front Addy walks out to the stage in all her glory, she licks lips and plumps up her cleavage before completing a three hundred and sixty-degree spin, when she faces the ring she bends over and touches the floor with one hand and slaps herself twice on the ass with her other hand. Adilene Floyd: Coming to the ring, by way of Las Vegas, Nevada.... ADELAIDE AINSWORTH!Addy stands up and smiles innocently and starts skipping to the ring. As the chorus kicks in, Adelaide licks her lips and picks an audience member, she grabs them by the hair and pulls their head all the way back before giving them a dirty sloppy kiss. She lets them go and slaps their face before continuing to skip along to the ring. She pulls herself onto the ring apron and does the splits to slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Adilene Floyd: And her opponent..."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 Billy: These two have been arguing more than me and my dietitian.Chris Avery: Yep.Billy: He says I eat too many lamb tacos.Chris Avery: How many is too many?Billy: 50 or so a day. He’s barred me from them like Lissie and Amelia have been barred from ringside tonight. Anyway, this match is underway.Addy charges at Stuart Slane who steps to the side and takes her straight down to the mat with a drop toe hold and transitions over her into a front facelock lifting her back off the mat before taking her own and dropping her back onto the canvas with a suplex. Chris Avery: It appears Addy is letting her emotions cost her focus.Stu turns around and drills Addy with a clubbing forearm that she ran right into trying to get back at Stu. He clubs with his forearm again driving her back against the ring ropes. Addy bounces off the ropes and hammers Stu with the closed fist of her left hand. Chris Avery: Strong left hand by Addy. She throws another left hand and Stu is reeling.Addy grabs Stu around the wrists and pushes him back against the ropes before whipping into the opposite ropes, she swings a clothesline but Stu catches her by the forearm and legsweeps her to the mat in one fell swoop. Billy: Addy just ate mat, like I want to eat a lamb taco.Stu stands up and the crowd starts to make a commotion. Stu looks to the entrance sees Red making his way down the ramp. Chris Avery: That’s Red. Look at Stu. He’s screaming at Red to get out of here.Billy: He’s totally forgotten about Addy but I haven’t forgotten about my lamb tacos.Addy comes up behind Stu and rolls him up from behind. ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!! Chris Avery: Whoa! Red almost cost Stu the match there.Addy has Stu up and takes him back to the mat with a bodyslam and quickly follows into an elbow drop. Springing to her feet, Addy tries for her split-legged leg drop. Billy: Aussie Kiss!Chris Avery: Missed!Stu rolls just out of the way of Addy’s move and manages to kip up with an impressively awkward movement. Addy goes to kick Stu in the ribs, but Stu catches her leg on the side, Addy attempts to counter with an enzugiri but Stu ducks under the kick and swings Addy around with a dragon leg whip, taking her down into a single leg crab. Chris Avery: Slane has got that hold locked on tight.Billy: But Addy is scrapping for the ropes.Chris Avery: She gets them.Slane is told about Addy reaching the ropes and dutifully releases the hold. While Addy is resting near the ropes, Red slams an elbow into the back of her head that is missed by everyone else in the ring. Slane drags Addy into the middle of the ring, but Addy kicks him over her and rolls to her feet. She bounces back near the ropes looking to spring out at Slane, but Red trips Addy up and she crashes right into Slane’s rising knee. Slane looks pissed. Chris Avery: Look at Slane getting in the face of Red for interfering.Billy: Addy has recovered and Slane can’t see her because he is too busy arguing with Amelia’s bodyguard.Addy comes right up behind Slane and dumps him over the top rope onto Red. The two bohunks collapse in a tangle. Addy runs the ropes and hits a suicide dive, knocking Slane back into the announcer’s table. Billy: Look out!Addy starts kicking at Red, forcing him back, then puts him down with a spinning backfist. Addy celebrates and turns her focus back to Slane. She pulls him off the table, and gets rocked by a throat thrust uppercut from Stu. He grabs her by the head and hurls her hard against the apron. He then charges, crushing her with a shoulder block, before lifting her back inside. Chris Avery: Addy’s one of the best strikers AW’s got but the fact is she’s giving up well over a hundred pounds to Slane, and all of that is muscle.As Slane enters the ring Addy rolls away to put some distance between them. She gets to her feet. Giving Slane an obscene gesture, she beckons him to bring it. Stu charges. Addy puts him down with an armdrag. She stomps on his face, then drops on him knees first and begins hammering him with mounted punches. Stuart flails about, eventually hooking his leg on the bottom rope. The ref tells Addy to ease off. She lets Slane sit up, then hits her three kick combo, buffeting his ribs and then the side of his head. Pulling Stu away from the ropes she tries for a cover. One! Stu kicks out. She runs the ropes, caroms back, and smashes his face with a running knee. Billy: Damn she just laid Slane out with that knee.Addy covers, hooking the leg. One! Two! Slane shoots an arm up. Addy pulls him up and tries for a DDT, but Stu pushes her away. She hits the ropes again and on the comeback tries for a wheelbarrow bulldog but Stu blocks it, transitioning the move into an abdominal stretch. Addy fights against the hold, Slane lifts him up and slams her down onto her back without his size and strength, folding over the top of her he pins her shoulders to the mat. ONE! TWO! Addy pushes Slane off before the three count, Slane maintains his vertical base and runs back at Addy drilling her with a forearm just as she stands, driving her through the middle and top rope to the outside. Red picks her up over the ground and throws her back into the ring. Slane bends to pick her up but Addy small packages him into a pinning predicament. ONE! TWO! Billy: Something is going on in the crowd!Chris Avery: Amelia Abernathy is coming through the crowd!Billy: Lissie Hope is chasing her!The commotion distracts both Addy and Slane. Slane rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, and Addy chases him but is hit but a clothesline from Red that no one sees. Slane is yelling at Amelia. Lissie grabs Amelia from behind and slaps her. Stu grabs Amelia and pulls her away from Lissie as Red steps into the crowd. Slane admonishes Amelia before getting back into the ring at the same time as Addy, entering from opposite sides. Billy: I thought they were banned from ringside.Chris Avery: Technically, they're not ringside Billy.Slane and Addy circle each other, Slane comes up at Addy and she slaps, shocking and staggering him at the same time. She superkicks him in the heart. Billy: HEARTLESS! HEARTLESS! HEARTLESS!Stu crashes back against the ropes and bounces out in time for Addy to hit her split-legged stunner. Chris Avery: THAT’S A WHORGASM!!ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Lissie has got past Red and tossed Amelia over the barriers and is slamming her head into the mats surrounding the ring. Red comes over and lifts Lissie off Amelia, allowing Abernathy to slap Lissie right across the face. Slane and Addy see it from inside the ring. Both roll out and join in the brawl. Billy: THIS IS WILD!!Slane tells Amelia off. Addy low blows Slane. Red drops Lissie. Addy low blows Red. Lissie punches Amelia in the face. Slane tries to diffuse the situation when Lissie jumps on his back trying to get to Amelia. Red grabs Addy from behind and throws her to the side. Alexander Pasternak: ENOUGH!GM Pasternak is seen on the ActionTron. All five are basically in a single pile on the ground outside the ring. Alexander Pasternak: Lissie… Amelia… Addy… Stuart… if you can’t get on like civilized human beings, then there is only one way to solve this. The Swallowing. AberSlane. Uprising! For the Tag Team Titles.
Crowd pops as Pasternak shuts off his webcam or whatever he was using to talk on the ActionTron.
Crowd pops.
We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:09:46 GMT -5
David Sanchez Segment
The ActionTron flicks on and we're immediately greeted by Jenna Bauer who can be found standing outside a door marked 'Co-President' on the top line and 'Gravedigger' just below. The crowd pops in anticipation of an announcement from the Hall of Famer. Jenna Bauer: Joining me backstage at this time…The backstage reporter is drowned out by the stamping of boots marching in formation as a sea of six SaintCorp security goons and a further six Chicago Riot Troopers completely block the camera. Jenna Bauer: ...the recently reinstated Mayor of Chicago, David Sanchez…Having still not been done with her introduction apparently, the young woman emphasises the next word to voice her plight. The audience meanwhile begin to boo as they realize this was not actually going to be a Gravedigger interlude but instead likely a drawn out David Sanchez diatribe. Jenna Bauer: AND... his heavily armed and a little unnessecary escort.The Mayor can barely be recognised in the very center of a 360 degree human shield of towering, Illinois-based police officers and SaintCorp's slurry of vigorously scouted Special Forces failures. Sanchez looks rough, unshaven and sporting two brilliantly blue but bloodshot eyes that were telltale signs that he hadn't been sleeping very well. Gone too is his calm and composed manner of speaking and standing. Replaced instead by a paranoid disposition, endless eratic body language and a tone that fell somewhere between a cry for help and a yell for a taxi. David Sanchez: Thanks for seeing me on such short notice Miss Bauer. The sooner I can get this over with, the quicker I get some semblance of my life back.Jenna Bauer: One quick thing Mr. Sanchez, could you ask some… or maybe all, of your security guards to wait down the corridor a little bit? We're on live TV and there's nobody here but me and the cameraman, I think you're safe.Visibly not believing her, Sanchez studies every direction imaginable in great depth before finally waving his guards off. The walking gas masks and riot shields are soon seen marching off around the adjoining corners in each direction to blockade the area. Leaving Sanchez alone, for the first time in weeks to be interviewed. David Sanchez: Will that distance suffice? I can't risk sending them any further for my own safety. It seems there's a few more mental health patients in this country than I'd anticipated. $600'000 will drive people to do some really out of character shit. Did you know a food vendor tried to impale me with a sharpened, day-old churo at a press conference midweek?... Say, didn't you say that you had a cameraman with you?Confused, Jenna turns around to find the television camera resting on a hostess trolley, still recording. Absent however is the man who usually made a living carrying this piece of equipment. Jenna Bauer: That's odd, he was there two minutes ago.Sanchez is only beginning to feel a little more at ease when a loud creak comes from above, followed by a deafening crash. An air conditioning unit explodes into a thousand pieces as it collides with the concrete floor mere inches from where the interview was taking place. Bauer's heart skips a beat as she backsteps away from the wreckage for good measure while the overstressed Mayor dives across the corridor and takes cover behind an overturned table as though it would somehow have saved him. Security floods back onto the scene, pouring into the camera shot from every direction in sight. Some quickly see to it that Sanchez is physically lifted from his position of hiding, still dragging the wooden table behind him in his death grip as two burly gentlemen share his worried weight between them. Jenna Bauer: Uh, Martin… what are you doing up there?The host's inquisitive tone comes as her eyes fall upon her missing cameraman standing four steps up a maintenance ladder with his hands still holding a spanner attatched to the overhead bracket the air conditioning unit had fallen from. Not another second elapses before the security guards see this too though and begin to charge. Martin the Cameraman: I needed that money man! I've got student loan payments mounting up man! None of you better touch me... I've got a knife man!Martin didn't have a knife. This much is made obvious after he's double chokeslammed from his perch by two dudes who look like they could be Bob Sapp's twin sons and the contents of his pockets spill shamelessly across the cold floor. Some seven dollars in toll booth change, a Snickers bar and an unbranded E-cigarette can be seen but the only knives to speak of are the daggers in Jenna's eyes as she walks away from her soon to be ex-colleague shaking her head in disappointment as we go back to Billy and Chris at ringside.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:11:06 GMT -5
THE HOLLYWOOD ELITE presents THE REUNION SPECIAL
“LEGENDARY" by Welshly Arms begins playing throughout a darkened arena.
An old, but very recognizable, banner appears on the AW ACTIONTRON: A series of fiery pyrotechnics begins erupting on the Action Wrestling Stage as a mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog setting the scene as fire shoots up from the sides of the stage for this, The Hollywood Elite II, Premiere. Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the bright lights and big city glitz and glam limelight of Hollywood, Zooey Deschanel, wearing a cute and casual Tommy Hilfiger red, white and blue designed sun dress while looking like sunshine, was the first to appear on the AW stage, she scans all sections of the crowd while nodding her head to the rhythm of music. Her face was beaming with positive energy. Next to appear on the AW stage was former 1x AW World Tag-Team Champion and current and 3x U.S. Champion, Sam Kidsgrove, he very lovingly puts his arm over her shoulder while bringing her in for a very tender loving kiss. The audience throughout the arena wildly starts going into a feeding frenzy and begin clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi. Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, narcissistic, politically incorrect, felicitating, self-righteous, second-generation megalomaniac and apex predator, "The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove, along with his simply ravishing femme fatale temptress, "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto, 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, exude 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. Her very luscious and very alluring lips barely touch his chiseled dimpled cheek as they reach his lips. You can almost feel an aura of seductively handsome cold-hearted psychopathic electricity between the two as they become one with their warm, loving, passionate kiss. The audience throughout the arena continue with their wild feeding frenzy and continue clicking away with their cameras and cellphones once again like the paparazzi. Sam Kidsgrove, showing off the AW U.S. Championship around his waist, poses down like H.B.K. on stage while looking out at the frenzied crowd. Shadowlove poses down like HHH on stage behind him while looking out at the frenzied crowd. Standing on the left side of The Hollywood Elite II, Zooey Deschanel curls her waist sideways towards them and performs what can only be described as an arrogant nWo style double armed finger point, ala Kevin Nash. And standing on the right side of The Hollywood Elite II, Miss Miyamoto curls her waist sideways towards them and performs what can only be described as an arrogant nWo style double armed finger point, ala Scott Hall. Adilene Floyd: And making their way down the aisle, hailing from Tinseltown, Hollywood, California, being accompanied to the ring by, “The New Girl” Zooey Deschanel, standing 5’11” and weighing in at 210 pounds, former 1x AW World Tag-Team Champion and current and 3x U.S. Champion, Sam Kidsgrove. And his partner, being accompanied to the ring by his sweet and lovely, “The Fashionista Sensei”, Miss Miyamoto, standing 6'3" and weighing in at 235 pounds, “The Handsome Half-breed" Shadowlove. They are at a total combined weight of 445 pounds, THE HOLLYWOOD ELITE, TTTWWWOOO!!!Miss Miyamoto leads the way down the aisle with flirty seductive confidence as he follows a few steps behind enjoying the view of her attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin as they make their way towards the squared-circle. Sam and Zoey stop for a second, taking in the aura throughout the arena, then start making their way down the aisle towards the squared-circle while arm and arm. He leaps like a cheetah onto the outside ring apron and raises the second rope while standing on the bottom rope just long enough for Zooey to climb through and into the squared-circle. Shadowlove slides into the squared-circle like, well, like the slithering snake in the grass that he is while showing his arrogance at just how mockingly proud he really was to be appearing in Action Wrestling. Miss 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. The audience throughout the arena continue with their feeding frenzy while still clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi. Sam and Zooey immediately go to opposite corners and stand on the middle turnbuckle while posing for the crowd. He does a “Hey, I know you and you and you” point towards the crowd. He does a old west gunfighter’s double quick draw with his index finger and thumb on both hands like a couple of single action old western Colt 45’s and fires away at the crowd of outlaws that he didn’t know. Meanwhile, Shadowlove was standing in the middle of the squared-circle while running 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, even Jesus wept! Zooey was blowing kisses towards the crowd and in sync with Sam, pointing her finger towards the crowd in a “Hey, I know you and you and you”. She does a old west gunfighter’s double quick draw with her index finger and thumb on both hands like a couple of single action old western Colt 45’s and fires away at the crowd of outlaws that she didn’t know. Miss Miyamoto 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 looking at him with approval and mysteriously conjures up a mystical spell over Shadowlove 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. Sam and Zooey immediately go to the opposite corners and stand on the middle turnbuckle while posing for the crowd. He does another “Hey, I know you and you and you” point towards the crowd. He does a old west gunfighter’s double quick draw with his index finger and thumb on both hands like a couple of single action old western Colt 45’s and fires away at the crowd of outlaws that he didn’t know. Shadowlove slowly looks up 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. Zooey was blowing kisses towards the crowd and in sync with Sam, points her finger towards the crowd in a “Hey, I know you and you and you”. She does an old west gunfighter’s double quick draw with his index finger and thumb on both hands like a couple of single action old western Colt 45’s and fires away at the crowd of outlaws that she didn’t know. Shadowlove strips off his newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe like a Chippendale dancer and swings it around his body like a matador in a bullring and throws the trench-coat outside the squared-circle and it somewhat magically floats into the crowd. His body language said that he was ready for action. Sam raises the second rope while standing on the bottom rope just long enough for Zooey to climb through and out the squared-circle. She pauses by the ropes long enough for him to very lovingly puts his arms over her shoulders and brings her in another very tender loving kiss. She proceeds to take selfies and high five people at ringside, he smiles at her, then winks, then bounces off the ropes. His body language said that he was ready for action. And with Bushidō catlike precision, Miss. Miyamoto exits the squared-circle, the same way that she came, through the second rope and walks down the ringside steps with flirty seductive confidence in a very highly provocative fashion. Sam Kidsgrove and Shadowlove stand eye-to-eye, well Sam was 4 inches shorter and Shadow was 4 inches taller, and toe-to-toe in The Hollywood Elite’s Infamous Hollywoodistic old fashioned stylistic stare down. And with that, it was time to get the monkey off the back and get down to The Hollywood Elite business. Sam Kidsgrove: Have you figured it out yet, Shads? Have you figured out who the best member in THE is?Shadowlove continues condescendingly looking down at current and 3x U.S. Champion, Sam Kidsgrove then once again 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. Suddenly, “The Time Is Now” by Atreyu begins playing throughout a darkened arena:
A series of fiery pyrotechnics begins erupting on the Action Wrestling Stage as a mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog setting the scene as fire shoots up from the sides of the stage. Coming through the theatrical smoke and fog and appearing under the bright lights and big city glitz and glam limelight of Hollywood, “The Director of Action Wrestling”, Thaddeus Franklin King, T.F.K. appears on the AW stage. Sam Kidsgrove and Shadowlove look towards the AW Stage with shocked looks on their face, then back towards each other, then back towards the AW stage with shocked looks still on their face. But this T.F.K. appears to be around 10 years old, around 5’0” tall, and around 100 pounds dressed in a maize and blue spiked leather jacket, a Rock’n’Roll style torn t-shirt of The Hollywood Elite, khaki pants, sporting glasses and a University of Michigan Wolverines ball cap. The mini-Wolverines Head Coach, Jim Harbaugh, and mini-Hollywood Director, T.F.K., hybrid looking kid seems to be “directing” his own entrance as he makes his way down to the squared-circle like he’s on a mission. He blows off those teeny-bopping #beachkrew bimbo fans in order to take selfies with those 18 to 28 porn-star looking chickadees sitting in the front row that is reserved for The Hollywood Elite V.I.P.’s that make up The T.F.K. Fandom. He was covered in lipstick by the time he climbed into the ring and stood between Sam Kidsgrove and Shadowlove as if to separate his two Siamese conjoined twins brothers apart. Mini-T.F.K.: CUT! CUT. CUT! Zooey Deschanel quickly climbs back through the second and bottom rope and climbs into the square-circle with a microphone. Zooey Deschanel: The real T.F.K. unfortunately couldn’t be with us tonight due to his busy directorial schedule out in Hollywood. So in his place, we have brought in one of the biggest T.F.K. “marks” on the planet. Can you tell these people in the Del Taco Arena in San Diego, and watching at home, your name? Mini-T.F.K.: I’m Thaddeus. Thaddeus Franklin McFatty. But you can call me T.F.M.F. Zooey Deschanel: T.F.M.F. is here tonight because he wrote a heartfelt letter to Sam and myself. T.F.M.F. is a big fan of THE but an even bigger T.F.K. “mark”. But unfortunately, T.F.M.F. has been getting bullied for having an incurable disease… Zooey starts to choke up a little at the thought of him being bullied because he lost his long dirty blond goldie locks due to his illness as well as his surname being McFatty. Miss. Miyamoto takes over the microphone. Miss Miyamoto: Terminal Leukemia. Unfortunately, Thaddeus Franklin McFatty-san has less than a year to live. Oh, he’s not scared to die, he’s one tough son-of-a-bitch that’s looking death right smack square in the eyes and telling death to bring it on because he’s The Hollywood Elite. T.F.M.F. sweeps the leg of Sam like he was Johnny from The Karate Kid and follows that up with sweeping the leg of Shadow the same way. Sam and Shadow sell the move as T.F.M.F. starts running back and forth while bouncing off the ropes and does THE let’s get funky like a monkey strut then performs a double Up-Yours Elbow Smash on the two men. Miss Miyamoto: And to all those certain individuals that have been bullying this young man, you better be scared to die because you’re on the clock. And your clock is ticking. I know who you are, I’m gonna find you, I’m gonna hunt you, and I’m gonna make sure that all of you conveniently disappear... Zooey Deschanel high-fives little T.F.M.F. over the prone Sam and Shadow then T.F.M.F. low fives Miss. Miyamoto. The Hollywood Elite knew that T.F.M.F. was named in tribute to honor T.F.K. And now The Hollywood Elite were paying back that tribute by honoring T.F.M.F with his “pre-planned” beatdown of The Hollywood Elite. Zooey Deschanel: Is there anything that you’d like to say to those certain bullies out there watching T.F.M.F. on LIVE T.V.? T.F.M.F.: I got two words for you. Suuu… Sam quickly jumps to his feet and puts his hand over T.F.M.F.’s mouth and before he could do the infamous DX “crotch-chop”. Sam Kidsgrove: Hey now, little mang, this is family programming.Shadow’s trying to stay in character but turns away and covers his mouth laughing before regaining his composure as he gets back up to his feet. Shadowlove: Is there anything else that you’d like to see?T.F.M.F.: I would like to see who the best, the strongest, and toughest member of The Hollywood Elite is in AW and I want to see them wrestle at a match inside The Staples Center in L.A. at Uprising. Sam Kidsgrove and Zooey Deschanel and Shadowlove and Miss Miyamoto smirk at Thaddy Franklin McFatty as they all simultaneously finally figured out the meaning of his anagram, “T.F.M.F.” That. Fucking. Mother. Fucker. His sweet and lovely Miyamoto, with Bushidō catlike precision, slides between Shadow and T.F.M.F. And Zooey Deschanel slides between Sam Kidsgrove and T.F.M.F. as she puts her hands on the little boy’s shoulders. T.F.M.F., with a coyly petulant smile, looks up at Zooey Deschanel and then at Miss Miyamoto standing eye-to-eye, this time Zooey looking an inch down while Miyamoto was looking an inch up, and toe-to-toe in an old fashioned stare down in, The Hollywood Elite’s Infamous Hollywoodistic Scream Queen, style. Sam Kidsgrove: What do you say, Shads? The Hollywood Elite vs. The Hollywood Elite For Bragging Rights In A Winner-Take-All Match at Uprising!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 Sam. Shadowlove: The Hollywood Elite vs. The Hollywood Elite For Bragging Rights In A Winner-Take-All U.S. Championship Match at Uprising!Miss Miyamoto: What do you say, Samuel Kidsgrove-san? Deal or No Deal? Sam and Shadow simultaneously offer to shake hands to this gentleman’s agreement. But before Sam and Shadow start handshaking in that, The Hollywood Elite’s Infamous Hollywoodistic I’ll Stab You In The Back Before You Stab Me In The Back, Brother Handshake, style. Zooey Deschanel: DEAL! Miss Miyamoto 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. Lights. Camera. Action. Coming Soon To A Staples Center Near You. The Hollywood Elite vs. The Hollywood Elite For Bragging Rights In A Winner-Take-All U.S. Championship Match at Uprising! Ding. Ding.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:12:19 GMT -5
David Sanchez Segment
When next the ActionTron buzzes to life we're taken first to the same door to Gravedigger's office as we had been during the last David Sanchez segment. The buckled air conditioning unit was even still lying in a pile of scrap metal that had been swept to one side of the corridor. Before too long we start to hear the frustrated Colombian venting his feelings towards the Co-President of Action Wrestling and consequently the Hall of Famer knocking back his old rival at every impasse. Gravedigger: I couldn't really care less how many times you've been attacked recently Dave. You're a big boy and you're more than capable of watching your back… or at least you used to be anyway.Digger adds that extra sentiment to his sentence upon noticing that the Mayor had somehow managed to squeeze himself and a staggering sixteen guards inside this pop-up office space, a further four guards than he'd been seen with earlier tonight. David Sanchez: It's not like I'm asking you to personally walk five meters ahead of me at Action Wrestling events. I'd just appreciate it if you could do me a favor for old times sake and toss me a few dozen disposable talent enhancers to do it instead.Gravedigger sighs and replies to his former nemesis in a manner that shows zero sympathy. Gravedigger: Why the hell would I waste up and coming talent just to keep your ass safe and snug up on that pedestal? Not a chance Dave. You're barking up the wrong tree. Why don't you go ask Pasternak if you can borrow Jaice Wilds as a human shield or something?David Sanchez: At this point Digger, I'd take him and his preschool platoon. O'Neal's not fucking around with this bounty on my head man… I need extra bodies behind me.The eyes of David Sanchez fall upon the two MS-13 juggernauts that flank Gravedigger on either side. Walter's attack on the legend a few weeks back had meant that he too was heavily guarded. Gravedigger: I could probably arrange for a few event security guards to follow you around but even that's dipping into the budget a bit…David Sanchez: I asked for additional security, not untrained local indy idiots looking for TV time. What about them? They always found a way to fuck things up for me when I was hot on your heels, chief.The two MS-13 guards share a chuckle at this idea. A reaction that Gravedigger too shares with his commrades. Gravedigger: … Let me get this straight. You came here to ask ME for an MS-13 escort?David Sanchez: In a nutshell, yes... you know I could make it worth your while.Gravedigger is still laughing slightly when he tells Sanchez where he should be directing these offers of unity. Gravedigger: Haha… listen Dave, I don't even run the show anymore. These guys are just here to show force after Walter left his mark on me. If you want MS13 in your corner, I suggest you go talk to James Nightingale. But between you and I... I wouldn't waste your breath, he's busy preparing for a main event match at Uprising... like you should've been doing instead of playing toy soldiers.Sanchez seems to absorb the information but doesn't really react to it right away. Instead he reaches into his pocket, produces a packet of cigarettes and lights a Marlboro Red as he signals for the security guards to wait outside. David Sanchez: … look, John. I'm desperate here. You think I wanna die by the hand of some rogue lighting technician with outstanding medical bills in fuckin' San Diego? This is serious. Just half a dozen guys until this all blows over. Please man.Now a little peeved, Gravedigger stands up behind his desk and points towards the exit. Motioning for his old enemy to leave. Gravedigger: I didn't stutter Dave, learning my name doesn't make you kin to me. I owe you nothing but a Grave Marker and a Death Driver. Have fun trying to flutter your eyelashes at the Angel of Death.Disgruntled, Sanchez spits on the floor of the office and mutters some obscenities towards the Co-President of this company in Portugese as he heads towards the exit.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:13:54 GMT -5
DoorDash Match of the Week Cormack MacNeill vs. Noris Cranley Adilene Floyd: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your DoorDash match of the week. Introducing first from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, Cormack MacNeil!!As the music hits MacNeill strides out of the back, resplendent in his kilt of green and gold. Stopping to acknowledge the reaction from the crowd with a raised fist. Moving quickly down the aisle to the ring, his eyes are fixed dead ahead. He crosses his arms in front of himself as he stretches and warms up. Sliding under the bottom rope he leaps to his feet and mounts a corner raising a fist to the crowd in salute. Dismounting, he turns his attention to the match to come and paces back and forth with simmering energy. "Unstoppable" by The Score sounds off around the interior of the arena immediately drawing a supportive reaction from the audience. In synchronization to the beat tempo of the song, a sudden dim to the lighting system strengthens the atmospheric mystery of darkness to encompass the audience. A bluish light shines down upon center stage revealing a figure cloaked under a hoodie surrounded by a mystical fog with his back turned to the camera. As Noris spins around to show his face, the lights are restored to their brightest potential; Thus, a confident stroll down to the entrance path implicated by the jovial interactions with the fans garners the attention of his loyal followers. Adilene Floyd: Introducing at this moment! Hailing from Miami, Florida! At five feet, nine inches tall; Weighing in at 188 pounds, he is "Unstoppable" Noris Cranley!Noris stands before the northern apron section of the entrance. He falls to his right knee giving praise to God for blessing him on this very day before hopping up onto the ring apron. Both feet wiping on the canvas to pay respect for the ring before he grasps the top rope with both hands. A quick look to the fans at ringside then the high flying sensation launches himself onto the top rope then springboards into the air; A front flip into the center where he lands on his feet immediately triggers fireworks to explode from each corner of the ring. The boy stood tall holds up his right fist in the air as the spotlight only shines upon him; Everything around him is completely dark once he knows he has all the chances to win. In a few moments, his music fades away and Noris remains in his corner waiting for the match to begin as everything returns as it should be. Billy: And we’re back with the DoorDash match of the week.Chris Avery: Cormack and Noris have made huge strides on Clash. Tonight's match isn’t just for bragging rights. It pushes one man another step up the Action Wrestling ladder.Ding Ding. Both men lockup with Cormack gaining the advantage, catching Noris with a series of low kicks to the midsection of Noris. Cormack lifts Noris and brings him down across his knees, and covers. One Kick out. Cormack lifts Noris and unloads with a series of knee strikes then hooks Noris and lifts him vertically. Cormack holds Noris for a few seconds before falling backward, completing the vertical suplex. Cormack floats over into a pin. One. Kick out. Cormack grapevines the leg of Noris, wrenching the knee bar. Noris fights it as Cormack locks in deeper. The ref asks Noris if he wishes to submit. Noris says no, continuing to fight. He finally manages to get to the ropes, forcing a break. Cormack viciously stomps the leg of Noris. Billy: Cormack looking to ground Noris.Chris Avery: Exactly, Noris is a top notch high flyer, so good strategy to keep him grounded.Cormack grabs the leg of Noris and delivers a series of elbow drops to the knee. Again, Noris reaches the ropes, causing the break. Noris gets to his feet and hobbles. Cormack moves in and gets a poke in the eye for his troubles. Noris unloads with a series of uppercuts, Mongolian, open hand and Knife Edge chops. Noris drives Cormack to the mat with a side slam and covers. One. Kickout. Both men get to their feet and unleash with strikes. Noris ducks a clothesline attempt from Cormack and manages to lock the big man in an abdominal stretch. Cormack breaks the hold by flipping Noris to the mat. It is a brief stalemate until Noris again gains control with a series of quick strikes. A bionic elbow sends Cormack bouncing into the ropes. Cormack comes forward and is leveled by a Noris dropkick. Noris scales the ropes. Noris drops Cormack with a missile drop kick. Noris drives Cormack back down to the mat with the Fallen Angel. Noris quickly scales the ropes and connects with the Sunrise Shooting Star. Noris locks in the JTO. Noris wrenches the hold, forcing Cormack to tap. DING DING DING Adilene Floyd: Here is your winner Noris Cranley!!
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:14:58 GMT -5
Jason O'Neal & David Sanchez Segment
1 by Nelly hits the PA system and Jason O’Neal walks on to ring with a demented look plastered on his face. The baseball bat, a familiar accessory of Jason O’Neal as of late, is in its customary spot, his right fist. Chris Avery: Here’s a guy who has spiraled in the past month or so.Billy: That’s putting it nicely, he has pretty much snapped.Chris Avery: Last week he choked out his wife and beat the hell out of his father-in-law with that very baseball bat. Billy: All of this is tied to one man, David Sanchez. Chris Avery: It seems the two year hiatus of both men has interlaced and caused a bit of drama.Billy: If you at home have not been following this drama then the AW Network is the place for you to catch up.Now in the ring, Jason O’Neal has a microphone. His psychosis is at one hundred percent as he circles the ring. Finally coming to a rest facing the ramp, O’Neal raises the microphone to his mouth. “The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: For two years, my life has been on a backslide, further and further into a mediocracy of epic proportions. For two years, I have sat alone contemplating the meaning of my pitiful existence and living a less than lustful life. I FUCKING HAD IT ALL! Trillions under my control. Cities bowing down to me and in an instant… in a flash it was all gone. An FBI Agent with an axe to grind against a certain Midwest mayor, that mayor a rat fink, a bitch of a wife who gave him an easy way out, and me.
Me, a floating bag in the wind without a clue of the impending apocalyptic bullshit that was headed my way. Imagine for two shitty years, me wondering how I got into this mess. Until, a package was delivered by the same FBI Agent. She wanted to crucify David Sanchez. For her sake… I am the fucking ROMANS and he is SANCHEZ.
$600,000 is the price on his head and there hasn’t been one person who can do the job. It seems I have to take matters into my own hands. You can pretend to have shit under control, but deep down inside you know you are a fucking marked man. Sanchez, leave the army in the back and prepare to answer for all the shit you have done.He raises the bat and points to the ramp. Without hesitation, Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The fans expecting to see David Sanchez let out a flurry of boos at the appearance of ten newly acquired AW security guards, six of Chicago’s finest Riot Troops and six of his own SaintCorp security goons. Amassing to a total of 22 bodyguards. Chris Avery: A strong show of force by the recently reinstated Mayor of Chicago.Billy: Looks more like a show of cowardice to me. Jason O’Neal has really spooked Sanchez.The boos get louder as the The Last Exile, David Sanchez steps into the frame of the camera on the ramp. Jason O’Neal, in ring motions for him to come into the ring and David Sanchez obliges. This time though, the normal arrogance and confidence was not there. Sanchez seemed to be watching over his shoulders as the army of security guards occupy the ramp entrance. Sanchez uneasily climbs through the ropes as if expecting an attempt on his life. Chris Avery: The dynamic of this is mesmerizing. I don’t believe I've ever seen Sanchez in such a vulnerable state.Billy: Maybe so Chris, but Sanchez is confident enough in his skills... or at least his entourage, to get in the ring with a bat wielding lunatic. Upon entrance into the ring, David Sanchez is given a microphone by a stagehand. He immediately raises it to speak. David Sanchez: Those are some strong words... coming from a man with a baseball bat in his hand.Jason doesn’t hesitate at all and tosses the bat out of the ring. Sanchez is perplexed as Jason just stands there. Sanchez takes a step forward and Jason O’Neal raises a finger as if to say, “wait.” Jason O’Neal reaches into the waist band of his jeans and pulls out a nine millimeter Glock. Sanchez freezes for a split beat as Jason O’Neal raises the gun to his own head. Billy: Oh good lord! Don't do it Jason! At least not on TV!Chris Avery: Somebody think of the Network!The crowd is stirred and doesn’t know how to react. The tension is thick in the air like the humidity on a New Orleans summer night after an afternoon shower. David Sanchez cuts the tension with a smile. David Sanchez: We’ve seen this show before Jason. Blanks and bullshit aren't the answer here, you attention seeking bitch. if you are going to do the world the courtesy of blowing your fucking bra…“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: No!! NO… NO… NO!!! You don’t get to talk right now. You don’t get to do shit in this world, but fucking die. Now listen… For two years!! TWO FUCKING YEARS. This was my only way out. FOR TWO YEARS I could practically feel the lead going into my brain and ending my fucking nightmare. A nightmare that you caused. But now, since I have you here… right now… I see this isn’t the answer… THIS IS!!The gun in O'Neal's grasp is now pointed at Sanchez and the crowd is stunned into a stupor. Reluctantly, the army of manpower Sanchez has accumulated storms down the ramp. Chris Avery: As we stated before this man abused his own family… there is no telling what he will do here.Billy: Sanchez has more balls than brains. Look!! He’s waiving off the security guards!!David Sanchez: Don't shit the bed all at once boys. It’s nothing but a prop gun being produced by a prop gangster. This two-bit Tony Soprano ain't gonna shoot me on primetime televi...The camera that was filming goes black as Jason O’Neal shoots it at point blank range causing the fans to start rushing to the exists. Sanchez is visibly shaken as the cameras switch from the scurrying fans to the scene unfolding in the ring. One of the security guards approach the ring steps. Jason fires off a second round, hitting the security guard in the center of his chest, denting the bulletproof kevlar vest and causing him to drop like a bag of wet sand. The other men all freeze in place. None of them too sure if the Mayor's life was really worth more than their own. Chris Avery: Well... for Billy and myself, we are out of here until this situation at ringside is handled.The commentators depart their table and take cover with the rest of the stunned staff. “The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: Tell your fucking men to stand down, NOW!!David Sanchez was a little less confident as he waved the army off. Sanchez now stood at the mercy of the man who wanted him dead more than anything else in the world. His fate was sealed. As Jason cleared the chamber and raised the gun towards Sanchez “Change” by Deftones hits the PA System and out walks Gravedigger himself, wading through the muddle of security personnel. Gravedigger: I've had it up to my neck with this soap opera drama. Fans who want refunds, referees going AWOL, cameramen turning vigilante... whatever. When fans start fearing for their lives, that's where I draw the line.“The Real Deal” Jason O’Neal: It is about to stop right fucking n…Gravedigger: JASON WAIT!!Jason stops and looks at Gravedigger. Gravedigger: You want him so bad? Have him. Me and Torture might as well make a bit of money out of this too. You versus Sanchez at Uprising.The crowd pops at the announcement. Gravedigger: ... Last. Man. Standing!!!Jason smiles dementedly at this announcement. He takes the bullet from the chamber and tosses it at Sanchez’s feet. Jason rolls out the ring and reclaims the bat as he heads through what is left of the crowd; the thrill seekers. Sanchez examines the bullet, turning it in his hand to find out the projectile is engraved with his own name. The Mayor gulps back his anxieties, pocketing the bullet as we go to commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:16:40 GMT -5
Dandy DiVito & Ryan Lockhart Segment
“Saucy” hits the PA, drawing a mixed reaction from the San Diego crowd. After a few moments of drawing out the inevitable, Lockhart explodes from out the back, swigging from a flask and mouthing off at the camera tracking him next to the entrance ramp. He takes another long drink from the flash, before tossing it into the crowd. Chris Avery: Lockhart’s drinking on the job!Billy: After the last couple weeks he’s been put through… can you blame him? A hellacious match that ended in a draw against Dandy DiVito at Chaos, and then the hell that man has put him through?Chris Avery: Forcing him to face his best friend in Action Wrestling last week, and now having to play to DiVito’s strengths in whatever stipulation he picks tonight? I’m sure Lockhart has a lot to get off his chest right now.Lockhart is now up on the turnbuckle, posing for the crowd. As he stands up, thousands of camera flashes go off as he dives off and lands in the middle of the ring with a roll. Upon getting to his feet, he spreads his arms, smirking. Billy: Still ever the showman, though. Regardless of the circumstances.The former World Champion has now secured a microphone from a ringside attendant. He fiddles with it in his fingers for a moment, twirling it round and round… until he stops, smile playing at his lips. Lockhart: It’s about that time again. Lockhart Time. Pay-Per-View Time. It is as the same moments when the lights shine brightest, that I display my supremacy over each and every single man and woman alive sitting in that locker room right now.He lets this thought sit, before continuing. Lockhart: There is no bigger accomplishment than getting a match with me, let alone being able to beat me. Not only has our friend Dandy DiVito done the first thing twice, now. But he’s been able to do the latter once. A feat few have achieved, and a feat no-one will replicate for the foreseeable future.He frowns. Lockhart: But there’s something different about this whole situation, isn’t there? I’ve been put in some precarious positions during my career. Spence and #FightSmart nearly ended my career before my first World Title opportunity. Shadowlove nearly put me out of commission for months at the first Uprising. Mikey eXtreme and Alex Richards have both had their way with me before our eventual matches against one another. I’m no stranger to falling behind in the point scoring prior to big matches.A chuckle escapes from Lockhart, now. Lockhart: But what is the one constant with all these moments? In the end, no matter what games are played, or what happens before the ultimate event… Lockhart Always Wins. I always get the last laugh. Eventually, the better man and fighter wins out. It’s a story that has remained consistent ever since I walked through these doors. So, these last few weeks haven’t gone my way. Dandy’s played the mental warfare game, and he’s done it well. That shit? Yeah, it works on lesser competition. On Odin, Lissie, Kidsgrove? It works wonders. It throws them for a loop. Their already questionable levels of talent dwindle even further down, allowing you to take advantage.All serious now from Lockhart, who stares hard into the hard camera. Lockhart: Against me? It’s a whole different level. You know this. That’s why you’ve gone above and beyond to play your little games. And you know what? That’s fine. I applaud you. And now, you get to strike the final blow, don’t you? You get to come out here and tell the world the stipulation for our match at Uprising. And we all know what that means, right? You’re gonna be the little fuckin’ coward that you reveal yourself to be time and time again… and you’ll stack the odds in your favor. What’s it gonna be, Dandy? Do I gotta wear a blindfold while beating your ass into mid-card purgatory? How about hands tied behind my back? Or you only need a 1 count to win? Any of those remind you of some of the fun ideas you’ve got in store for our match?A grin from Lockhart. Lockhart: Those all sound great, really. But, we’re here to determine the #1 Action Wrestling Original, right? Not who can win in a handicap match. For as much as historians and twitter warriors would like you to believe, I fight clean. No underhanded tricks. No surprises. My career has always been me proving that I’m better than whoever is standing across from me. A lot of people hate me for stating that fact, but more hate me because I’m just capable of doing it when they can’t. We all know what would’ve happened if I won the Beat The Clock Challenge last week. I would’ve came out here… and the match would have been announced as a straight-up one-on-one. No games. No weapons. No advantages. A level playing field, where the better man comes out on top, no question about it.Billy: As much as some would attempt to argue this… Lockhart’s right! He’s always been an advocate for playing fair.Chris Avery: Even during his #BeachKrew days, to an extent!Lockhart: But, the fact of the matter is… I didn’t win the challenge, so the ball is in your court, Dandy. You gonna man the fuck up for the first time in your pathetic existence and make this a night to remember, or you gonna do what’s expected of you… which is cower and hide your lack of talent behind tricks? Get the fuck out here and tell the world how much of a fuckin’ bitch you are.He drops the microphone, now looking to ramp impatiently, bouncing lightly from foot to foot, side to side while he waits. Billy: He just called out Dandy!Chris Avery: But as Lockhart said… Dandy’s been playing games with him the last few weeks. I’d be surprised if he eve-“Get Got” by Death Grips hits, and the crowd bursts into cheers for the man in question, Dandy DiVito, who appears both amused and in control of the situation as he reveals himself to his foe and the audience. Dandy DiVito: Y’hear that, RyRy? That’s what it be soundin’ like when the crowd fucks withchu!Another cheer from the crowd. No response from Ryan. Dandy DiVito: But f’real, though. I gotta say… I ain’t think ya’ had it in you, RyRy! Them ideas weren’t half bad. From someone as stale and by the book as yo’ ass, they was actually pretty good!He laughs, as the crowd enjoys the spectacle he is putting on. Dandy DiVito: But naw, ya got me all wrong, Ry. I’d say ya hurt my feelins, but who gives a damn whatchu think?Another cheer from the crowd. Dandy pauses, now looking Lockhart dead in the eye. Dandy DiVito: You really wanna know who the better man is, RyRy? You really wanna find out whose wearin’ the fuckin’ crown? Fine. Let’s find out, son. Ain’t no tricks. Ain’t no games. At Uprisin’... it’s Dandy DiVito versus RyRy Lockhart in an Iron Man Match!”Chris Avery: WOAH!Billy: WOA- I MEAN, SHITFIRE! THAT’S MY CATCHPHRASE.The crowd pops at the announcement, equally as surprised as the commentary team at the stipulation DiVito has picked. Dandy seems pleased with himself, directing a smug smirk toward Lockhart. Billy: Lockhart is applauding!Back in the ring, Lockhart nods and grins, clapping his hands together in excitement. Although the cameras can’t pick it up, Lockhart appears to say “You fucked up, big time.” to which Dandy replies by jawing off as well. Chris Avery: I can’t say I saw this coming, Billy. Out of all the match types… he went with an Iron Man?Billy: Against one of, if not THE most accomplished wrestler in the company? He’s really out to prove something here!Chris Avery: As great as Dandy is, this is exactly what Lockhart wanted. A one-on-one match with no added gimmicks. An Iron Man match is the ultimate test of skill, endurance, and will. Everything Lockhart excels at. I’d almost argue this gives him the edge!Billy: I wouldn’t be comfortable putting money on either of these guys, Chris! It’s too close to call. Who knows what could happen during an entire HOUR of wrestling?!Chris Avery: Who knows is a light way of putting it. I don’t even think THEY know what’s gonna happen.Billy: Just one more reason to order Uprising NOW to see this clash of Action Wrestling titans when it happens, LIVE!We fade off to commercial while the two rivals continue to jaw at one another.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:19:09 GMT -5
Television Championship
Ash Blake vs. Claire Hawkins(c) Adilene Floyd: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL...and is for the AW Television Championship!As the world falls; wider grows disaster's maw Desperate the thralls call; thee three crows caw As those words faded to black, a shrill Banshee’s Wail rang out through the stadium and everything went as dark as it possibly could. A moment later, the beginnings of Orbit Culture’s Nensha began to play; a light layer of smoke appeared upon the stage as the lights began to frantically flash in sync with the music. As the music increased in pace, so did the flashing of the lights; a silhouette of a person appearing upon the stage, hunched forward. PICK UP THE BONES! Abruptly, the lights return to normal in time to see the person lean backward and release a deep guttural scream upwards to the heavens from parted lips painted black. Upon finishing the guttural growl, the person titled their head down and fixated their fiery crimson gaze upon the ring; the Action Wrestling crowd letting out a sizable pop. With skin as pale as porcelain and clearly dressed to compete within the squared circle, the person was none other than the Witch of Action Wrestling; Claire Hawkins! Adilene Floyd: First, making her way to the ring, from Salem, Massachusetts, weighing in at 145 pounds, she is the AW TELEVISION CHAMPION, "The Witch".....CLAIRE.....HAWKINS!!Once she reached the ringside area Claire paused for a moment to look at the cameraman that had dared to get close enough to get a good shot of her face. With a vicious snarl, Claire let out another one of those screams and forced the cameraman to quickly backpedal. Feeling pleased with herself, Claire made her way over to the steps and into the ring. Once she was in the ring she walked to the side of the ring where the hard camera was and stepped onto the second rope, leaned forward a little to keep her balance, and held her arms up while she held up in the "Devil Horns" gesture as pyro shot up from the ring posts. All the while bellowing out that same savage, guttural scream. Billy: No one can stop the witch!Chris Avery: She’s looking to make her second reign with this title even better than the first...and she was already one of the greatest TV Champs we’ve ever had.The arena lights go dark and a hushed whisper overtakes the crowd as they eagerly await whomever's set to come out next. For a split second, the ActionTron lights up, displaying an indiscernible shape before... "How are things on the west coast?" Interpol's "The Heinrich Maneuver" hits the PA and the lights flash back on, the image on the screen long gone as Ash Blake emerges from behind the curtain, all smiles as usual. She seemingly bounces down the ring, offering elbow taps to ringside fans on the way down. Adilene Floyd: Aaaaaand the challenger, from Cottonwood Falls, Kansas, she is Ash Blake!Ash hurriedly ascends the steps at ringside and enters under the middle rope, retreating towards her corner. Billy: We haven’t seen too much of Ash Blake in competition yet, but she seems very impressive.Chris Avery: She earned this match at Chaos alongside Claire Hawkins and Vebbins. Now Hawkins looks to complete the gauntlet after being the one to take the championship off of Carter Shaw.The bell rings as the crowd shows great excitement for the match. Hawkins and Blake circle each other in a bit, Blake showing quick and antsy feet while Hawkins comes off a bit more calm for a change, waiting for the newer face to make the first move. They tie up aggressively in the center of the ring, Hawkins immediately locking in a headlock. Blake shoves her into the ropes, but catches a shoulder block for her trouble. She gets right up to her feet but Hawkins knocks her back down with a stiff knife edge chop to the chest. Billy: The TV Champ is looking to assert her dominance in the early going.Chris Avery: This crowd, though, is very much behind Ash Blake. This newcomer has impressed right out of the gate. They like what they see. Now they wanna see an upset!Hawkins locks in an arm bar to the downed Blake, but Blake is fighting straight through and gets to her feet, ripping punches into the face of Hawkins. Hawkins releases the hold and fires back with punches, the technical opening breaking down into fists. Blake lifts a knee into Hawkins’ gut and whips her into the ropes, catching her off the rebound with a leaping hurricanrana. The crowd pops as Blake runs to the corner, jumping to the top rope. She sails off with a crossbody on Hawkins! Blake gets up quickly...and runs back to the top rope! Hawkins is back up and turns around into a diving dropkick! Blake AGAIN bounces up to her feet and runs back to the top rope! The crowd is on fire as she sees Hawkins has stayed down, leaping off for a third time with a flying elbow! Billy: Jesus christ, three straight top rope diving maneuvers from Ash Blake! She’s flying all over the place. Look out Graham Baker, we’ve got another Aviator in the house.Chris Avery: It’s like playing AW 2k20 with someone you just taught the game to.Blake goes for the cover, but Hawkins kicks and rolls out of it immediately. Blake is fired up as the Metal Witch rolls to the outside of the ring to break the momentum. Blake watches and as soon as Hawkins is standing outside, Blake hits the ropes and looks for a suicide dive! Hawkins, playing in to it, is ready and reaches up to catch the flying Blake by the throat with both hands. Blake lands on her feet, but Hawkins yells as she forces her spine-first into the ring apron. Billy: Flew one too many times, Chris. Hawkins set a quick trap there, it looks like.Chris Avery: Oh, fo’ sho. Blake has all the talent in the world but she’s still learning this sport. For Claire Hawkins? Moments like that are gonna be child play. Blake has to remember who she is dealing with.Hawkins wastes no time, chucking Blake back in the ring and following right behind her. She lifts her to her feet by her hair and whips her into the far corner, running right behind her again to lift a knee into the chin. Blake is rocked as Hawkins drags her back out of the corner and plants her with a teardrop suplex. She goes for the pin… 1… It’s a quick kick out for Blake. Billy: Hawkins going for the pin. This is the last of the string of matches setup by that awesome 3 on 3 tag match at Chaos.Chris Avery: Claire Hawkins wants to make sure she’s the one to survive the ‘gauntlet’.Billy: It’s the TV Title...the gauntlet never stops!Hawkins lifts Blake to her feet only to stick her head inbetween her legs, hook the arms and hit a sit-out Tiger Bomb, staying seated in for the pin! As the ref hops to the mat to count, Blake kicks her legs forward and reverses the pin on Hawkins! 1… 2… KICKOUT. Billy: Blake reverses that pin out of nowhere! Almost got Hawkins just out of pure surprise!Hawkins gets to her feet, eyes wide, looking a bit angry now after the surprise. Blake is getting to her feet and Hawkins winds her arm back far and hits a huge right hook to the face of Blake, knocking her flat. Chris Avery: DAMN! Hawkins ain’t happy about that.Billy: Trying to keep the upstart in her place.Hawkins slowly lifts Blake up by the hair, trash talking her a bit as she does so. She hits a quick backhand chop again before sending Blake into the ropes again. Blake ducks an attempt at a clothesline, hitting the far ropes. Hawkins goes for a back elbow, Blake ducks again. On the third rebound, Hawkins doubles over for a back body drop, but Blake jumps onto her back, whipping her up and over with a Sunset Flip slam, again ending in a pinning predicament on Hawkins! 1… 2… KICKOUT. Billy: Beautiful sunset flip. Blake is keeping Hawkins on her heels with these quick thinking moves!Chris Avery: She spoke about chess earlier this week in relation to this match. She’s clearly very good at finding those quick defensive moves that knock the opposition off their gameplan.Billy: ...wow, very insightful, Chris.Chris Avery: Fuck off.Hawkins and Blake get to their feet simultaneously, but Hawkins is left a bit dazed. Blake takes advantage with couple stiff forearm shots to the side of the head before taking Hawkins down to a sit with a snapmare. She hits the ropes and connects with a dropkick right to the spine of the Witch. Hawkins stays sitting, but Blake lets a kick rip to the side of her head enziguri-style. Billy: Look at Ash Blake go!!Hawkins is flat, but Blake isn’t done. She drags Hawkins over a bit and looks to go to the top rope, hyping up the fans with a spin of the hands. Billy: She’s calling for The Cottonwood Fall, I believe.Chris Avery: If she connects, she’s looking at a Television Title run to start off her AW career!Blake gets to the top rope, facing the opposite way, but before she can take the flipping leap, Hawkins gets to her feet and immediately swipes Blake’s legs out from under her, causing her to hit the top rope and fall awkwardly backwards to the mat. Billy: Ugly tumble there, oh no!Chris Avery: Damnit, Hawkins. You can go for the win, alright? But do not end this career, I want to see more of Ash Blake!Hawkins is leaning on the ropes for a moment, stabilizing herself, while Blake lays in the corner grabbing at her neck. Hawkins looks over at her with a crazed look. She lets out a bit of a growl before approaching the corner and using the middle rope to lift herself up over Blake’s head and bring both boots down with the Metal Magika! She pulls Blake out of the corner and goes for a pin quickly. 1… 2..
Blake kicks out! A bit of a smirk sneaks across Hawkins’ face as she nods her head at the rookie, laughing a bit as she lifts her violently to her feet by her hair. She says a few words that the camera can’t pick up before she runs to the ropes, rebounding and hitting a leaping clothesline with the intent to take Ash Blake’s head clean off. Hawkins is right back to her feet and takes a few steps back, waving her hands at Blake to sit up. She does so instinctively, still stirring. Chris Avery: I know what she’s thinking, she’s looking for the Shining Witch.Hawkins charges forward with the pump of a leg, looking to connect with a stiff boot for the Shining Witch, but Blake lays flat, avoiding the contact. Hawkins hits the mat and spins around in an attempt to not lose position. Blake is a quick step ahead of her, though, and hops to her feet, locking Hawkins up from behind in The Icaruswing!!! Billy: Icaruswing! Blake has her trademark lock in! This could be it for the second TV title reign of Claire Hawkins!Blake yanks wildly as she attempts to drag Hawkins to the mat for the bodyscissors. Hawkins, however, keeps yanking her weight forward to make it impossible for Blake to accomplish that. Even at the risk of her own neck, Hawkins manages to trudge forward and grab hold of the top rope! The ref calls for the break, Ash Blake complying immediately. Hawkins spins around in that exact moment with a right hand that sends spit flying from Blake’s mouth. Rocked, Blake stumbles back with dazed eyes. Hawkins grabs her and brings her down with a complete shot, face first to the mat. As she does, Blake swings her legs out towards the ropes. Billy: What a MATCHUP this is! Hawkins, though, responds to the Icarus Wing with the Witching Hour, she’s got it locked in!!Chris Avery: The leg is hooked around the chin, Blake is in serious trouble here.Billy: But wait...no she’s not, the ref is waving the hold off! Blake’s lifted her leg out to the bottom rope! Rope break for a rope break!Chris Avery: Brilliant once again by Ash Blake, she swung her legs outward when Hawkins slammed her to lock in the submission. Knew she was gonna need some rope.Billy: These two are fantastic.Both are now slow to get to their feet, as the wear and tear settles in from their back and forth. Hawkins is the first to her feet, Blake not far behind. Hawkins lifts a knee into Blake’s face as she is standing. Blake stumbles back but sends a kick into Hawkins’ gut, following it up with a knee lift of her own. Hawkins stumbles back into the ropes, but coming forward drags a headbutt right into the lips of Blake! Blake doubles over in pain, grabbing at her mouth. Hawkins steps forward and puts Blake’s head in between her legs, seemingly going for a piledriver. Blake spins out of the position and locks up Hawkins’ head, hitting her with Secondhand Vanity, in the form of Claire Hawkins’ Spiritbreaker neckbreaker! Billy: Giving Hawkins a taste of her own medicine!Chris Avery: Secondhand Vanity, my favorite of the second deadly sins.The crowd goes nuts for Blake as she stands over Hawkins, who is rolling over and getting up to her hands and knees. Blake looks around excitedly, despite her beaten down body. She looks down at Hawkins, wraps her into a strange position before dragging her head-first towards the mat, tucking the chin and ending up in a TIGHT ROLLUP PIN! Billy: THE RAT TRAP!!The ref hops down to count, as Hawkins is trying to kick out with her one free leg. 1… 2… 3… !!! Billy: NEW TV CHAMPION! NEW TV CHAMPION!Chris Avery: Does that qualify as a rollup of DOOM? Holy shit!Billy: The crowd is going NUTS, what an upset!Claire Hawkins is on her knees with her hands to her temples in disbelief. Ash Blake celebrates as she is handed the TV title, holding it out to the crowd for all to see. Billy: Ash Blake managed to beat one of if not THEE greatest TV Champion in AW history.Chris Avery: Congratulations Ash Blake! Claire Hawkins can’t believe it, but you know the Witch is gonna keep on rolling!Billy: How dare you, Chris. “Rolling”? Jeez, she just got rolled up. Insensitive.Chris Avery: Insensitive? Like earlier in the back room when you said BLM stands for Billy’s Life Matters?Billy: …Chris Avery: New TV Champ folks.
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Post by Action Reel on Aug 17, 2020 22:19:55 GMT -5
NATE & Matthias Mintzel Segment
NATE’s adopted Mother Traw Ma is stood outside a mens toilet somewhere in the arena. Billy: Last week Traw Ma challenged Matthias Mintzel to a match on NATE’s behalf. Assuming Mintzel wins they swear it’ll be the last he hears from them.Chris Avery: But if NATE wins, Mintzel has to look after him backstage.Billy: But, surely that’s impossible? Mintzel is legit, the Pure Champion. NATE is… NATE.Chris Avery: I’d say stranger things have happened in Action Wrestling. But I’m not sure they have…Matthias Mintzel walks out the toilet and sees Traw Ma and swears. Traw Ma: Don’t be like that.Matthias Mintzel: Where’s the idiot?Traw Ma: Getting ready to get hot and sweaty with you… Can’t say I’m not jealous.Matthias Mintzel: I’m killing him tonight. When I win it won’t matter whether I have a restraining order or not, he won’t be leaving the hospital for months.Traw Ma grabs Matthias’ arm. Traw Ma: He really could do with a good, strong male in his life. A father figure…. if you like.Matthias Mintzel: Yeah? That’s not my problem. Nearly 2 months that weirdo’s stalked me, I can’t wait to finally get my hands on him.Traw Ma starts to stroke Matthias’ arm. Traw Ma: What would it take for you to say yes?Matthias Mintzel: More than you can offer, that’s for sure.Traw Ma: Are you sure about that?Traw Ma grabs Matthias by the hand and starts to pull him towards the gents he’s just come out from. Matthias initially resists but looks around and swears in German with frustration at himself as he follows her. Traw Ma: Lets negotiate?Billy: OOOOOOHHHHH SHITFIRE! Matthias Mintzel is demand, in more ways than one!Chris Avery: How will Traw Ma’s “negotiations” affect what happens later tonight?
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