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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 16:56:26 GMT -5
We open up with Pasternak and Jaice Wilds in the office. Theres a Clash100 signage behind them. Alexander Pasternak: Welcome to Monday Night Clash, and while we are on that bloody, vicious, violent path to Execution, I just want to add that we are just a few weeks away from Clash100 which will take place live in Las Vegas, Nevada, home of the first Monday Night Clash two and a half years ago.Crowd cheers. Alexander Pasternak: I know I've tweeted it out so I'll remind everyone again, I will be personally picking the #1 contender to the World Heavyweight Championship at Clash100. Not Torture, not Gravedigger, not the board.. not even Jaice.Jaice nods approvingly. Alexander Pasternak: It'll be me. Now, I think I've made my decision on who it is, and I believe this superstar is very deserving. I'm going to think about it just a bit longer but over the next few weeks and in the meantime you'll see some Clash100 announcements and we hope you enjoy them.Pasternak looks at Jaice then back to the camera. Alexander Pasternak: We hope Clash100 will be a smashing hit.. because, we think.. things are about to get crazy.Pasternak smiles. We cut to the Monday Night Clash opening video with pyro inside the arena. Billy: WELCOME TO MONDAY NIGHT CLASH, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND WOW WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT FROM PASTERNAK!Chris Avery: CLASH100 IS IN THE FUTURE BUT WE ARE ON THAT BLOODY PATH TO EXECUTION AND TONIGHT SANCHEZ IS IN ACTION AGAINST HAWKINS AND NIGHTINGALE IS IN ACTION AGAINST OBLIVION IN A STREET FIGHT!Billy: YOU BRING THAT UP CAUSE NIGHTINGALE IS THE #1 CONTENDER TO WALTERS HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP BELT AND ITS IN A DIGGERS DUNGEON CAGE MATCH!Chris Avery: IT JUST GIVES ME NIGHTMARES WHEN I THINK ABOUT IT, BILLY!Billy: THEN LETS GET IT ON, LETS GET TO OUR FIRST MATCH!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 16:57:02 GMT -5
Logan Demon Joker & Petrov vs. The Storm
Tim Allen music theme hit radio speakers in arena and fans lose mind. People are mad and angry and angry and mad and we have pocket knifes and tree cocks. We come to ring ready to fuck up the world. Commentators say dumb shit. Billy is fat. We are in ring. We have knives in hands. Fuck you, entrance. Chris Avery: I think this is our queue to say ‘dumb shit.’Billy: And I guess I’m fat?Chris Avery: Billy… we all know you’re fat.“La, la, la, la Wait till I get my money right” “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” by Kanye West pulses through the arena, as America Jackson and Zaigon Carter walk out side by side. Prosperity sits on Mr. Carter’s shoulder, while Jackson sports a smile as he’s trailed by The Troops. They enter the ring on opposite sides, posing as the Troops surround the outside of the ring. Billy: This is the debut of the Storm, Chris, and we would be remiss if we didn’t talk about what these two bring to Action Wrestling!Chris Avery: This might be a team to watch in the tag team division! Zaigon Carter is a decorated World Champion from the land of Alpha Pro Wrestling….Billy: ...and his own partner, America Jackson, took that title off his waist last weekend!Chris Avery: It’s a strange dichotomy, Chris, but I’m looking forward to seeing what these two can do in Action Wrestling ring!As America Jackson hands the American flag adorned over his shoulders to Adeline Floyd for safekeeping, Petrov lunges at her and rips it out of her hand! Logan Demon Joker tosses a pocket knife over to Petrov, who fumbles just enough with it and before having a chance to slice it in half, Jackson runs over and clotheslines him over the top rope! Chris Avery: And we’re underway! The newcomers were not going to sit and watch Logan Demon Joker and Petrov disrespect this country, Billy!Billy: This is the land of opportunity! And they’re fighting in a company that gives second, and third, and in Logan and Petrov’s cases, a BOATLOAD of chances!Chris Avery: And I hope their boat isn’t overloaded, Billy… did you see the footage of all the sunken Trump boats in Austin, Texas last week? Classic.Billy: Something tells me America Jackson did not like that footage!It does seem like there’s an intensity in America Jackson right now, as he’s begun the match with a flurry of mid-kicks to Petrov’s waist. He ends it with a high roundhouse kick that nearly takes Joker’s jaw off! Petrov enters and storms past the referee, looking for a sloppy clothesline, but America ducks underneath and counters into a reverse cutter. Chris Avery: America is on fire right now!Billy: Too soon, Chris! Our thoughts are with the people of Portland.Chris Avery: What? No.Billy: This is a company of reboots! Hitting the restart button! America Jackson looks like he’s come back with an edge to him, Chris!Chris Avery: You’re right about that! And he brought the cavalry with him!Billy: I can’t wait to see what Zaigon Carter is all about!America tries to cover Petrov but the referee tells him Logan Demon Joker is the legal man. America reaches over the top rope as Logan fidgets with something in his tights. It’s another switchblade! But before he can gash at his foe, America pulls him up onto the apron by his dreadlocks, sending the blade sprawling onto the mat below. America hooks Logan’s arm and hip-tosses him back in the ring. Zaigon observes quietly as America is going to town on both members of Disney+. Billy: Speaking of soft-reboots, what happened to Team Friendship? I really liked those guys!Chris Avery: Hajeet was a foreign nationalist and an America-hating racist. Somehow, Logan Demon Joker is less obscene.Billy: You’re talking about a guy who filmed himself canoodling with Las Vegas streetwalkers?During this time, Adeline Floyd has retrieved the switchblade for safekeeping. She curiously opens it up. Adilene Floyd: WHAT THE SHIT!??A pubic crab crawls out of the opening and scurries down her silky, toned leg. She swats at it in horror. Chris Avery: While some things change, others stay the same.Logan Demon Joker sees the commotion and cries out “GIVE HIM BACK!” and doesn’t see that America Jackson has tagged in Zaigon Carter, who deliver an extended double vertical suplex. The referee doesn’t even care who the legal men are at this point, as the Storm continue the assault, this time on Petrov. They toss him to the corner, Zaigon explodes in with a follow up clothesline. Then they sit him up on the corner, and Zaigon raises up with him in a superplex position. But America comes underneath and lifts them up on his shoulders for a huge superplex! Chris Avery: What a breathtaking display of teamwork! We’re lucky the ring didn’t buckle there!Joker runs right into The Storm landing their KRS-ONE finisher, Project Trinity! America covers Joker, while Zaigon cover Petrov. The referee counts. 1… 2… 3!! Chris Avery: A successful tag team debut here for America Jackson and Zaigon Carter!Billy: A STORM IS COMING, CHRIS! GET YOUR GODDAMN UMBRELLA!Chris Avery: That sounds like kind of a weak storm, Billy.Billy: BOARD UP YOUR WINDOWS! BUS UP YOUR REFUGEES!Chris Avery: You can stop now, that’s kind of offensive.Zaigon and America celebrate their victory in the middle of the ring as the camera cuts.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 16:58:23 GMT -5
Downfall Segment
The scene switches backstage to show an interior of the parking lot at the arena. Just as we establish the shot, a matte black vintage Corvette burns into a parking spot and comes to a stop. The transmission rumbling, the pieces worn and seen better days, but the motor purring fine and vigorously - the iconography is all there for it's driver. He shuts the engine down and lets it quiet, and then, Downfall kicks the door open and steps out. He's wearing his DIY punk ring vest and jeans, and he extracts a go bag from the passenger seat, containing his ring gear, among other things. As Downfall crosses the parking lot, he's met by Jenna Bauer, backstage interviewer, who comes running up to him, mic in hand. Downfall doesn't break stride. Jenna Bauer: Downfall, I was hoping to get a word with you.Downfall: Better keep up then, Jenny.Jenna Bauer: It's Jenn-Ah.Downfall: Like it matters.Jenna Bauer: ...Right so, last week on Clash you engaged in a brief yet, brutal No DQ match against Dionysus that saw you both go off the stage and through a table. Dionysus was taken to a "local medical facility" where he received treatment for multiple injuries, and what appears to be a concussion.Downfall has pushed through the parking lot exit leading into a mezzanine hallway. Downfall: You don't actually have to tell me about that, kid, I was closer to it than you were.Jenna Bauer: Given all that, what is your condition? Are you ready for a match with OG Bishop tonight? And how does this affect your plans to -Downfall's eyebrows knit together, and his mouth firms into a thin line; he's looking at her like she just asked him the dumbest fucking thing he's ever heard. He exhales, and keeps walking. Downfall: First of all, my "CoNdItIoN", is always five-by-fuckin-five, babygirl... Dionysus might have needed a local medical facility, but that is because Dionysus is fundamentally made of wet toilet tissue. I, on the other hand.He flips his hands out in front of him, the understood "well, there it is" gesture. Downfall: Scrap fucking iron. Meanwhile, I don't feel bad that I did put Dionysus on the shelf, for however many weeks... if he's smart, he's gonna sit in that damn medical facility bed, slurp his lime Jello, and keep out of my way. And where I'm going from here -He points. Downfall: Up.Laconic, blunt and to the point, but still, dodging her question, Jenna notices, and her brow furrows. She continues trying to follow Downfall through the hall, trying to get a read on him and probe him further, but he does not engage. Jenna Bauer: But what about your match tonight with Bishop? And, given that your intended target, Pure Champion Matthias Mintzel seems to be moving on to deal with Noris Cranley, what are you planning -Downfall cuts her off with a sour look. But then he looks across the hall, and his jaw falls open. Something he's spotted has piqued his ire a little bit, and he drops his bag and points across the hallway, as he aggressively quickens his pace. Downfall: YOU!!Jenna motions for the camera to track along, and the camera spots someone with a familiar red haircut that we've seen before. The figure, from the back, looks like Dionysus, in fact... but he's wearing a torn, ripped DIY punk vest and attire to match Downfall. The figure straightens the vest primly, enjoying the pantomime, but then he turns and the camera fully spots Dionysus' understudy, William Ross. Downfall: NO! NO!Downfall, incensed by the Understudy wearing his gear and matching him, charges at him, the indignities of his war with Dionysus not forgotten, it seems. The understudy, having already been on the receiving end of this, fucking books it down the hallway, with Downfall giving chase. Downfall: You better run, motherfucker!The camera watches Downfall chase the understudy off, before finally stopping some distance down the hallway. The understudy, having a big head start, runs far enough until he disappears. Downfall curses and kicks a trash can in the background down the hallway, and then the camera focuses back in on Jenna Bauer in the foreground, with a slightly bemused look on her face, and she motions to send it back to ringside. The scene switches back.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 16:59:46 GMT -5
Vincent Cross vs. Hilbert Horton V
The lights go out and Zero begins to play. A white spot light shines onto the stage as Vincent Cross steps out. He looks at the crowd and begins to descend down to the ring. Once he reaches the ramp white and blue lights begin to flicker in the arena. He climbs into the ring and climbs the closest turnbuckle and just scans the crowd before jumping down onto the mat. Billy: Last week we saw Vincent Cross debut, but it wasn’t a win for him.Chris Avery: He didn’t get pinned either! So his record is still unblemished and he could get on the right foot here tonight with a win over HIlbert Horton V!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: Hilbert Horton V is on a roll here, Chris!Chris Avery: Yeah, I believe he’s won about every match so far and if he keeps this up, he could be looking at a title shot here pretty soon!The referee signals for the bell to start the match. Horton immediately takes Cross down with a running lariat and drops a knee across the back as Cross rolls over to get up. Cross slinks away to the corner only to receive a shotgun dropkick. Horton rolls Cross away and into a pin. ONE!! Vincent Cross immediately kicks out. Billy: Way too soon for a pin attempt!Chris Avery: True, but sometimes it’s about getting in the opponent’s head, Billy!Both men are up and Horton misses with a clothesline. Cross bounces off the ropes and takes him down with a big boot. Horton is back up and goes down to a clothesline before Cross locks in an arm breaker! Horton makes it to the ropes somehow and Cross is forced to release the hold. Horton retakes control by catching a charging Cross with a spinebuster. Horton pulls Cross to his feet and plants him again with a scoop powerslam before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Cross pulls the pair of them over to the ropes. Horton executes a Fallaway Slam on Vincent as he gets to his feet. Horton scales the ropes and flies off for a flying elbow drop!! Billy: AIRSHIP ELBOW TO VINCENT CROSS!Chris Avery: He’s got the leg hooked!ONE!! TWOO!! THR--NOOOO! Vincent gets the shoulder up! Horton tries to go for his finisher but Vincent kicks him away and catches Horton with a powerslam. Horton is sent to the mat again by a dropkick. Vincent picks Horton up off the mat and powerbombs him hard. Vinvent applies a sharpshooter. Horton yells out in pain but makes it to the ropes. Chris Avery: Vincent Cross is firmly in control here, Billy!Billy: Yeah, Horton is going to have to do something here soon or this match could be over!Vincent Cross waits for Hilbert Horton to get to his feet and runs across the ring and lands a huge Superman Punch!! Billy: CROSSFIRE TO HILBERT HORTON!!Chris Avery: Vincent has the leg hooked!ONE!! TWOO!! THRE---NOOO! Hilbert gets the shoulder up at the last second! Vincent Cross isn’t finished yet as he stands ready for his finisher. He goes for the kick and Horton picks him up and they both crash out of the ring to the mats below! The ref begins to count! 1 2 3 4 5 6
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The crowd boos at any lack of effort these two showed.
We slowly fade into a commercial break.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:00:17 GMT -5
OG Bishop vs. Downfall
"Invasion (Goldberg)" by Chris Poulet plays and out from the back walks Bishop along with his manager Mr. Armstrong. Bishop throws his arms up as he looks around at the crowd. He walks down the ramp and climbs into the ring. Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 320 pounds, he is "The Great Destroyer" BISHOP!!Chris Avery: Bishop’s been in some high profile matches as of late, but they haven’t exactly paid off!Billy: Yeah, he lost in another shot at the hardcore title two weeks ago at Uprising: All-In and while he didn’t lose last week, the winner of the match Noris Cranley didn’t exactly pin him either!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 his big NO DQ match last week against Dionysus. Both men were out cold at the end of it, but Downfall’s arm landed on Dion and that’s all she wrote for the three count, Chris!Chris Avery: Downfall has been on an absolute roll here as of late. He defeated America Jackson and has been besting Dion for the last few weeks. Could The Great Destroyer stop his momentum here soon?Billy: We’re about to find out!The referee signals for the bell to begin the match. Bishop comes charging out at the sound of the bell and floors Downfall with a big boot to the face. Downfall gets up groggy and receives a series of uppercuts from Bishop, backing him into the corner. Bishop scoops Downfall up and runs across the ring for a powerslam. Bishop pulls Downfall up and powerbombs him to the mat before running the ropes and hitting a big splash in the center and hooking the leg. ONEE!! TWOO!! TH--NOO! Downfall kicks out. Billy: SHITFIRE! We almost had a pin within the first minute of the match by Bishop!Chris Avery: Downfall was caught off guard and it almost cost him the match!Downfall quickly rolls out of the ring before Bishop is able to grab him. Bishop smirks as he climbs out of the ring. Billy: This may not be good for Downfall. OG Bishop loves it outside the ring. Spinning backfist from Downfall!Chris Avery: It only staggers Bishop.Downfall hits a roundhouse, which puts Bishop down on one knee. A busaiku knee later and Bishop is fully on the ground. Downfall slides back into the ring. Bishop gets to his feet and slides into the ring. Downfall hits a springboard tornado DDT, taking Bishop down again and applies a sharpshooter. Bishop makes his way to the ropes and Downfall is forced to release the hold. Bishop rolls over to the ropes and gets to his feet. Downfall runs at him and goes for a corner splash, but Bishop catches him out of the air and chokeslams him to the mat! Bishop pulls Downfall to his feet and sends him across the ring and catches him for a spinebuster. Bishop pulls Downfall to his feet and launches him across the ring with a fallaway slam. Bishop stalks Downfall, waiting for him to get to his feet and lands a huge right punch. Billy: SHITFIRE! I think I saw one of Downfall’s teeth fly into the nosebleeds!Chris Avery: Yeah, Bishop has a hell of a right hook and now he has Downfall in an ankle lock!Billy: Holy hell! He could rip Downfall’s leg off if he tried to!Downfall yells out in pain but makes it to the rope, just barely and Bishop is forced to release the hold. Bishop pulls Downfall to his feet and throws him up on his shoulders and hits a Samoan drop! Billy: LAST RITES TO DOWNFALL!Chris Avery: This could be it! Bishop hooks the leg!ONE!! TWO!! THR--NOOO! Downfall gets the shoulder up! Billy: Bishop isn’t finished yet! He’s got Downfall in powerbomb submission!Chris Avery: NOOO! Downfall reverses it into a triangle choke!!Bishop tries fighting it and drops to one knee. Downfall releases the hold and hits a bulldog on Bishop! Downfall hits a springboard moonsault and goes for the pin. ONEE!! TWO--No! Bishop kicks out! Downfall waits for Bishop to get up and executes a reverse neckbreaker before scaling the turnbuckles and flying off for a flying elbow drop! Downfall stalks Bishop, waiting for him to get to his feet before snapping off a superkick! Chris Avery: BEAST KICK TO BISHOP!!Billy: Downfall’s got the leg hooked!ONE!! TWOOO!! THREE----NOOO! Bishop gets the shoulder up! Downfall wraps his legs around Bishop before he can get up. Billy: Downfall going for his submission finisher here!Chris Avery: REGIME CHANGE TO BISHOP!! Downfall has it locked in!!Billy: Bishop taps!!!DING DING DING The opening drum rhythm to "Mainlining Murder" begins as Downfall rises to his feet, victorious. Chris Avery: Huge win here tonight for Downfall! His win streak continues and he just felled the giant Bishop!!Billy: Yeah, he really came back in this match from that opening sequence of moves by Bishop that resulted in a quick near fall, but Downfall was damned determined to come out the winner here tonight!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:04:16 GMT -5
Keynan Isara Segment
The cameras cut backstage where Action Wrestling Co-President Torture and General Manager Alexander Pasternak are seated in front of a TV discussing footage from a recent episode of Monday Night Clash. The door suddenly bursts open. Torture is able to get to his feet and turn around quickly, in a defensive posture, but Pasternak can't get up quickly enough as a large Samoan man rushes him, grabs him and puts him down hard on the floor, gripping his shirt tightly at the chest. The man looks pissed, but says nothing. Torture is still confused but his face turns into a "what the fuck" look as in strolls former General Manager Jayson Stasiak to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Billy: SHITFIRE!! It's Jayson Stasiak!!Chris Avery: Holy shit! We haven't seen Jayson Stasiak in almost two years when he was fired by Torture as General Manager.Billy: For those that don't remember, Stasiak spent many years in WCF as Gravedigger's manager during his time as an active wrestler.Torture walks up to Jayson Stasiak, who smirks up at the face of Torture. Torture: What the hell do you think you're doing barging in here like that?! And who the hell is this guy? Get off him!!The Samoan doesn't budge as he turns and sneers at Torture before turning his attention back to Pasternak. Jayson Stasiak scoffs. Jayson Stasiak: First, I have every right to be in this building. Your firing of me didn't come with the stipulation that I was never allowed in another Action Wrestling venue did it? Second, this is Keynan Isara, one of your newest signees. Speaking of firing me, you didn't even have the nerve to bring me into a meeting and do it face-to-face. Instead you just tossed me to the side like a toy by firing me via mail. What is this? WCF?Torture smirks. Torture: Look, you weren't doing your job. That wasn't a personal decision, it was just business.Jayson Stasiak: So the man who helped groom your business partner and helped build him into the man he is today and whom you used to build Action Wrestling itself wasn't good enough for a face-to-face?Torture starts to speak but Stasiak cuts him off. Jayson Stasiak: Look, I'm not here to argue about the past. I'm just here to tell you that you reap what you sow because now I'm back to do some damage to YOU and Action Wrestling. Keynan and myself came in here so I could introduce him and to make sure you have the bookers put him on the shows. I knew if I just casually signed Keynan up with the company, you'd probably not take us seriously and tell the bookers to only book him once a month at best.Torture: Did you really think this intimidation tactic would actually work? I have half a mind just to tell the booking committee to not boo--Torture is cut off again by Stasiak. Jayson Stasiak: Did YOU really think I just walked in off the street on my own? I already have the backing I need for this.As if on cue, Action Wrestling's other Co-Owner Gravedigger steps into the doorway. The crowd gives another mixed reaction. Billy: SHITFIRE! Both co-owners are in the room at the same time!Chris Avery: You know this is a big moment!Torture cocks an eyebrow at Gravedigger. Torture: You're behind this?Gravedigger shrugs. Gravedigger: Sure! I called up Jayson and we had a talk and I signed Keynan to a big money contract. I told them this was the best way to introduce themselves.Torture steps over to Gravedigger and the two stand almost face-to-face as the crowd goes "oooooooh". Torture: What the fuck is your problem lately, man? You hand over MS-13 to James Nightingale? You push him to become even more violent, then form a group and go after OUR world champion?Gravedigger shrugs. Gravedigger: I guess I was bored.Torture scoffs. Gravedigger glances at Jayson. Jayson turns to Keynan Isara. Jayson Stasiak: We're done here, Keynan. Message delivered.Keynan dips his head real close to Pasternak's face who turns to the side. Keynan grins before releasing Pasternak's shirt and standing up. Gravedigger backs out into the hallway. Jayson squeezes past Torture, who doesn't move, his eyes still locked on the smirking face of Gravedigger. Keynan, however, checks Torture into the door, moving him out of the way. Keynan and Torture lock eyes. Keynan Isara: Excuse me.... boss.Keynan smirks as he turns and leaves the room. Alexander Pasternak stands and brushes himself off. Gravedigger claps an arm on Jayson's shoulder as they walk down the hall with Keynan Isara following. The camera switches back to Torture who glares at the trio as they walk down the hall. Jaice and his child army BURST through the open door! Jaice Wilds: BOSS, BOSS YOU OK?! YOU ALRIGHT?Alexander is fixing his clothes and brushing Jaice off. Jaice turns to his child army. Jaice Wilds: YOU LITTLE SONS OF BI-Clash goes to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:09:13 GMT -5
Shadowlove vs. Cormack MacNeill
“PERSONAL JESUS” by Depeche Mode starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor and outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena. A mixture of multicolored laser lights and strobe lights illuminate throughout the arena with theatrical smoke and fog setting the scene like a Four Season Fashion Show. The audience throughout the arena stand in unison and wait in anticipation for what is about to be Action Wrestling’s fashion trend of the season. Your favorite and most polarizing modern day charismatic and charming, egotistical, felicitating, narcissistic, politically incorrect, self-righteous, vainglorious, second-generation megalomaniac and most efficient and effective apex predator, “The Handsome Half-breed” Shadowlove, and his sweet and lovely femme fatale temptress, “The Fashionista Sensei” Miss Miyamoto, appear on the AW stage exuding a great amount of self-confident supermodel energy as they strike an arrogant and conceited supermodel pose that was bar none, second to none, within this cutthroat world of Action Wrestling. His classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair was perfect and showing off his chiseled fighter's face with an ice cold stare radiating from his sparkling blue eyes. He was stripped to the waist showing off the upper body of a Greek God, with washboard abs, in a newly fresh and crisp custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather trench-coat with fringe along with his custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather spandex wrestling pants and custom-made Calvin Klein stark white liquid leather wrestling boots. Her raven black hair was pulled back in a French braid showing off her angelic face with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes remaining hidden behind her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses on her perfectly flawless nose. Her attractive well-proportioned, slim, trim, toned body built for sin was encased in a form-fitting shimmering silver and Vantablack Mandarin sequin dress with a French-cut up the side to her thigh designed by Stella McCartney and Vantablack Jimmy Choo stilettos. The audience throughout the arena wildly starts going into a feeding frenzy and begin clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi. She 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. Adilene Floyd: And making his way down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring tonight by "The Fashionista Sensei" Miss Miyamoto, hailing from North East Okayama Prefecture on the border of Hyogo Prefecture, in the quaint little village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka, Japan, standing 6'3" and weighing in at 235 pounds, here is, "The Handsome Half-breed" SSSSHHHHAAAADDDDOOOOWWWWLLLLOOOOVVVVEEEE!!!He 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. His sweet and lovely Miyamoto, with Bushidō catlike precision, walks up the ringside steps with flirty and seductive confidence and enters the squared-circle through the second rope in a very highly provocative fashion. “HER STRUT” by Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band starts to play on the Bose® (product placement) SoundTouch® (product placement) indoor and outdoor surround sound system throughout the arena. He stands in the middle of the squared-circle and runs his fingers through his his classically masculine and modern mussed, razor-textured, choppy finished dark brown hair, making his hair perfect, and in super slow motion raises his arms up and straight out to his sides and bows his head, as if, being crucified on a cross. And on the third day, even Jesus wept! She lowers her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses down her perfectly flawless nose of her angelic looking face showing off her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes, nodding her approval at such a Magnificent Specimen standing before her while tapping a rolled-up copy of the Wall St. Journal in the palm of her hand. She mysteriously conjures up a mystical spell over him just by her mere presence in her proper place against his muscular body and moving very little, never turning her head, or revealing any kind of expression that gives the viewing audience at home a clue as to her innermost thoughts with the exception of a very sharp and penetrating affection and devilishly delicious, malevolent and pleasurable, mischievously smile coming from her very luscious and very alluring lips while caressing his muscular chest with her fingers. He 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. He starts performing a striptease inside of the squared-circle and 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 before throwing the trench-coat outside the squared-circle as it somewhat magically floats into the crowd. His body language said that he was ready for action. And with Bushidō catlike precision, she exits the squared-circle in exactly the same way as she entered. She climbs through the second rope in a very highly provocative fashion and walks down the ringside steps with flirty and seductive confidence and stand sin a very on-guard, very protective, and ever vigilant attack formation outside of the squared-circle. The audience throughout the arena continues with their feeding frenzy while still clicking away with their cameras and cellphones like the paparazzi. A couple of salty looking Japanese dudes, the twin bodyguards, named Kyodai and Shatei, both sporting jet-black crew-cut hair, sunglasses, custom-made black Giorgio Armani business suits, appear out of nowhere and stand in a very on-guard, very protective, and ever vigilant attack formation outside of the squared-circle behind her as she concentrates on the action. She pauses. Then... She looks at the viewing audience at home with her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes and showing no emotion on her angelic looking face then slices her own throat from her left carotid artery to her right carotid artery with her right index finger and makes an imaginary blood explosion style gesture with her left hand. Then... She raises her iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses up her perfectly flawless nose on her angelic looking face while hiding her intoxicatingly, incandescent almond shaped green eyes with her middle finger. Billy: The last time we saw Shadowlove he was taking on his former stablemate, Sam Kidsgrove, for Sam’s US title.Chris Avery: Yeah, unfortunately for Shadowlove, he came up short. But tonight is a different night and Shadowlove can get on the right track with a win over Comark MacNeill!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. Billy: Cormack has had some ups and downs. Not being able to wrest the Pure title from Matthias Mintzel and losing a few weeks ago to Noris Cranley, but he did defeat Chad Ford last week on Clash!Chris Avery: Yeah, both men have had trouble gaining gold here in AW, but whoever wins tonight could put themselves on the path to correcting that!The referee signals for the bell to begin the match. Shadowlove immediately is on Cormack with a series of European uppercuts, backing him into the corner, before flooring him with a reverse spinning backfist. Shadowlove pulls Cormack to his feet and sends him out of the corner with a belly-to-belly suplex. Cormack is pulled to his feet again and Shadowlove executes a Rude Awakening. He flexes for the fans and talks trash to the neckbeards before snapping off a superkick to Cormack. Shadowlove drops down and leans backwards against Cormack for a cocky pin. ONE!! Cormack kicks out before the referee can even lift his hand back off the canvas after the count of 1. Billy: Shadowlove being extra cocky here tonight.Chris Avery: Shadowlove is always extra cocky.Billy: Shadowlove being extra, extra cocky here tonight.Chris Avery: Shadowlove is always extra, extra cocky.Billy: Shadowlove being ex--Chris Avery: STOP saying cocky!Shadowlove whips Cormack across the ring, but Cormack reverses and clotheslines Shadowlove down hard. He grabs Shadowlove from behind and performs a back suplex. Shadowlove is pulled off the mat and hefted onto Cormack’s shoulder. Cormack executes a running powerslam, shaking the ring. Cormack hits some strong style low kicks into the back of Shadowlove before executing a backbreaker. Cormack goes for the pin. ONE!! T---Shadowlove kicks out right before the referee can hit the mat a second time. Cormack pulls Shadowlove up and whips him across the ring, but Shadowlove comes back with a striking, spearing gore, nearly taking Cormack out of his boots! Shadowlove whips Cormack across the ring and puts him down with a flying forearm smash. Shadowlove wraps Cormack up into a cobra clutch. Cormack starts fading, but he regains his footing and smashes Shadowlove back first into the turnbuckles multiple times before Shadowlove releases the hold. Cormack doesn’t turn around quick enough and Shadowlove grabs him for a side russian legsweep. Cormack is pulled up and over into a crippling piledriver! Billy: Big piledriver from Shadowlove there! Going old school and I love it!Chris Avery: Yeah, you can always depend on Shadowlove to bring out the classic moves!Shadowlove picks Cormack up off of the mat and executes a double underhook facebuster! Chris Avery: THE SEDUCTIVE HANDSOMENESS TO CORMACK MACNEILL!!Billy: Shadowlove has the leg hooked!!ONE!! TWO!! THRE---NOOO! Cormack gets the shoulder up! Billy: Shadowlove is arguing with the referee! He thought he had him there!Chris Avery: The referee isn’t changing his mind and Shadowlove is wasting his time arguing and giving Cormack a chance to recover.Shadowlove grabs Cormack and puts him in DDT position, but Cormack shoves him off and press slams Shadowlove as he lunges forward for a clothesline! Cormack pulls Shadowlove wot his feet and delivers a stalling, vertical suplex. Cormack applies a kneebar to Shadowlove, but he makes it to the ropes, forcing Cormack to release the hold. Cormack delivers some knee strikes in the corner before sending Shadowlove across the ring and flooring him with a flying shoulder block! Billy: Cormack is turning this match around!Chris Avery: STONE OF KINGS TO SHADOWLOVE! That 360 degree spinebuster of Cormack’s is nasty!Billy: And he’s got the leg hooked!ONE!! TWOOO! THREE---NOOO! Shadowlove just gets the shoulder up! Cormack gets up on his feet and waits in the corner for Shadowlove to get up. He charges at Shadowlove for his Brogue Kick finisher! Billy: Here comes Cormack with a head of steam!Chris Avery: INSTANT HANGOVER TO SHADOWLOVE! Cormack connects!!Billy: Shadowlove looks out of it as Cormack hooks the leg!ONE!! TWO!!!! THREEE!! DING DING DING Cormack’s music hits as he rises to his feet, victorious. Chris Avery: It looks like MacNeill is motioning for a mic. Very uncharacteristic.Billy: Let's hear what he has to say.Cormack takes the mic in a meaty fist and acknowledges the reaction from the crowd. After a few moments he raises his hand and the crowd quiets, waiting for his next words. Cormack MacNeill: 'It's been a whirlwind of emotion this week. For those of you who don't know Today marks the 5th anniversary of the passing of my friend and mentor James 'Jimmy Mac' MacIvor. He's the reason why I am the man you see before you today.He pauses for a moment to compose himself, the lights of the arena betraying a glimmer of wetness on his cheek. He takes a deep breath and continues. Cormack MacNeill: He's also the reason why I got into this business all those years ago. And the reason why I've always treated this like a business. He taught me that the thrill of the fight is it's own reward. And over the years I've been well rewarded.MacNeill pauses again to acknowledge the fans reaction before continuing. Cormack MacNeill: Over the years these thrills have taken their toll. Broken bones, scars, and bruises that all heal in time. But their damage adds up. Slowly but surely the scales balance in their favour.'He pauses again, this time to stare off into space for a moment, clearly struggling to compose himself. Cormack MacNeill: I was informed this past week by Action Wrestling's medical office that due to the damage I've incurred since returning and my prospects for recovery, they will not clear me to wrestle again'
Cormack pauses to clearly gather himself, a tear plain to see trickling down his cheek. The crowd is shocked into silence, and waits with bated breath. Cormack MacNeill: So it's with a heavy heart I have to announce my retirement from active competition. My last match will be at Execution.The crowd starts to chant 'Thank You Cormack' but he raises a meaty fist to silence them. Cormack MacNeill: I think you've got it backwards. I'm the one saying thank you. You gave me a life, you gave me a career, you gave me a purpose. And you never stopped giving me your love and support. Even in those times where I didn't deserve it. That I didn't earn it.
And you gave me one last chance to hear the pipes play and the crowds cheer. To feel the thrill of victory and the anguish of defeat. But I was never here for the wins and losses….
I was here, I am here for you. You are what makes this whole crazy scene work. What gives me the energy to crawl up off the mat. To roll this broken down body out of bed in the morning.
It's always been about you, the fans. And it always will be.
So thank you.He stops to let the crowd react. They begin a 'Mac' chant that MacNeill seems to bask in as if it was a summer sun. He slowly raises the mic again and the crowd quiets down. Cormack MacNeill: The only question left is….who is my last match against. Who haven't I faced yet? Who will stand up and...The orchestral introduction to “Conquistador” plays through the venue’s speakers, provoking a mixed reaction from the crowd. Billy: Sweet Sassy Molassy, that’s Stuart Slane’s music!The Ex-Scoutmaster does appear. He marches down to the ring, mic in hand. Chris Avery: If Slane is here to answer Cormack’s challenge, that’s huge. They’ve never wrestled one on one before; either here or in WCF. Billy: Two big hosses like them? It would be a classic ‘mean guy’ match, Chris!Slane enters the ring and steps up to MacNeill. Stuart Slane: I would consider it an honor if you chose me to be your final opponent.Big pop from the audience. Stu looks out to the seats, nodding in approval at their cheers. Stuart Slane: Forget records, forget titles. You, Cormack MacNeil, are one of the toughest men I’ve ever seen. Strong as an ox. Hard as iron. Anyone who has ever been in the ring with you speaks in tones of equal parts respect and relief; respect for your ability and relief that they made it through the battle in one piece. I want the chance to have that experience.Cormack looks at Slane and then turns to the crowd for approval. Cormack MacNeill: What do you think? Big Mac vs the Scoutmaster? 'The fans let their approval be known with a loud cheer, Cormack MacNeill: Well Scoutmaster, looks like the people have spoken. I'd be honoured to accept.MacNeill sticks out his hand. Stu smiles. Stuart Slane: Splendid! I look forward to it, even if the match is taking place for reasons that are bittersweet. It is a shame you’re retiring, sir. When any wrestler loses their fire to compete, it affects me personally.Cormack's gaze hardens and he steps toward Slane, raising his mic to speak but is cut off. Stuart Slane: But in this case, it hit especially hard, since I feel like it all could have been prevented. You were on the top of my list as a prospective tag team partner, Cormack. I thought we would have worked well together, and found success here in Action. You weren’t interested, though. You said as much. Perhaps if I had been a little more insistent, you wouldn’t be in your current predicament.
The crowd, recognizing that Slane is talking down to MacNeill, starts jeering. Cormack MacNeill: When you asked me Stewie, I had my sights set on Matty Mintzel and some unfinished business.
MacNeill steps up and stands nose to nose with the big boy scout. Cormack MacNeill: Looks like there's more unfinished business here Slane. You want this personal? You got it!
Stuart seems legitimately surprised at Cormack’s outrage. The crowd, who had been booing Slane and his insensitive remarks, begin to cheer loudly when it looks like MacNeill is going to beat the brakes off of the ex-Scoutmaster. They’re denied that pleasure though, as Slane begs off. He backs to the ropes and, hooking his arms over the top cable, does an impressive flip out of the ring. He walks his way up the ramp, never turning his back to MacNeill, his eyes locked with his. Billy: Wow! That was not what I expected, but I liked it!Chris Avery: It was strange to see Slane speak so callously about Cormack’s situation.Billy: Yeah, harsh words from the Boy Scout. It’s going to be great to see Cormack make him regret opening his mouth!The segment ends with a close up of MacNeill defiantly looking at the retreating Slane as the crowd cheers him on.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:10:25 GMT -5
Matthias Mintzel & NATE Segment
We’re backstage with Nate Burleson who’s been joined by Matthias Mintzel who has his bodyguard NATE stood behind him in a suit and wearing sunglasses. Nate Burleson: So, last week Noris Cranley announced to the world that he wanted a shot at your Pure Championship. GM Pasternak made it clear that the match could be made at Execution but you had the right to decide for yourself whether you accepted his challenge or not. The whole world is asking, what is your decision?Matthias Mintzel: The thing is Nate, Noris Cranley hasn’t earnt this title shot. He talks about me not being a real champion, but this is a guy who’s won literally nothing, he messed up his big chances when he tagged along with Graham Baker and Carter Shaw in their TV title saga.Nate Burleson: Is that a no?Matthias Mintzel: Well, I thought about it and I’ve made a decision. Noris Cranley can have a shot if he can prove himself next week. If he can beat an opponent of my choice, he can have his title shot.Nate Burleson: And which opponent are you asking him to face?Matthias Mintzel: As if you have to ask! Next week, if he dares, Noris Cranley will face his tag team partner tonight, my bodyguard and the unstoppable force… NATE!Nate Burleson: NATE?Matthias looks angrily at Nate (Burleson) at the perceived slight against his associate, even though Matthias comes out with much worse all the time. Nate Burleson: Are you saying that Noris Cranley just has to beat NATE next week and he gets a shot at Execution?Matthias Mintzel: What do you mean just? This is a finely tuned athlete. A Monster. A main eventer in waiting.NATE is counting his fingers, he thought he had 5 but he’s got 4, he’s sure the thumb doesn’t count. Nate Burleson: I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, it’s just NATE has only ever won one match and he didn’t realise he was doing it.Matthias Mintzel: If Noris Cranley thinks it’s an easy match, that’s fine. Let’s just wait and see if NATE shuts you all up shall we?Nate Burleson: So if NATE can overcome Noris Cranley next week Cranley gets a title shot?Matthias Mintzel: You heard me. But to be clear, if NATE wins the match, no matter how, then Noris has to stay in his lane and stop pestering me.Matthias walks off and NATE dutifully follows him, leaving Nate Burleson alone on screen. Nate Burleson: So, this may sound like a foregone conclusion but if Noris Cranley can beat NATE next week, one on one, then Cranley gets a shot at Matthias Mintzel’s Pure Title at Execution. Does Matthias Mintzel have something up his sleeve? Has he really trained NATE so well already that this would be close? Or is Cranley just going to win and get the shot he covets? We’ll have to wait and see!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:10:43 GMT -5
Cassidy Adler vs. Kyle Kemp Billy: Coming up next is the return of Cassidy Adler, and folks, what he did at Uprising, he still hasn't truly answered!Chris Avery: His twin sister was climbing the ladder to reach the All-In Briefcase and he grabbed the bottom of the ladder and dumped her over and she crashed through a few ladders that happened to be bridged across the railings at the bottom of the ramp. Now, the question you're asking yourself is did he do this on purpose? And it's an absolute yes.Billy: He smiled, he laughed, he "dabbed" over her body crashed through that debris! Cassidy is one sick son of a bitch.Chris Avery: Our medical team has told us Olive is finally at home now and on her way back to normal again, but it may take time.Billy: We're pullin' for ya Olive.You hear the sick intro to “U Mad” by Vic Mensa start to play, and you’re immediately mesmerized by the display of flashing lights and the titantron presenting to you Action Wrestling’s Show Stealer. “Ooo I don’t need y’all either. “Ooo don’t wanna talk about it. “Ooo like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody. “Like I don’t know nobody. “I guess I don’t!” “Oh you mad, huh? ‘Oh you mad, huh? ‘Oh oh you mad, huh?” You spot the smug look of the Show Stealer, Cassidy Adler, as he struts onto the ramp and begins to make his way down to the ring, adjusting his baggy shorts and beaming a pearly-toothed smile at you, causing you to immediately feel the need to get his number and find out when he’s next available. Unfortunately for you, this is the Adler show and he’s here to slap a hoe, not find his next sexploit. Cassidy brushes his blonde hair out of his eyes, slicking it back and blowing a kiss at the camera, followed by a wink as his music fades out. You can feel your heart racing from his mere presence in the ring as the 6’1, 183 pound specimen seems to have not only stolen the show, but everyone’s hearts. Even Adilene Floyd is swooning. Adilene Floyd: N… n- now in the ring, from Rye, New York… the “Show Stealer” C-Cassidy Adler!Don’t worry, Adilene. Cassidy forgives you. He’s used to it. Chris Avery: Look at him, just as happy as can be."Awake and Alive" by Skillet begins to blare over the speakers and Kyle Kemp emerges onto the top of the stage. He has his hands up and acknowledges the fans, encouraging them to listen to his teachings. Chase Jackson is close by on his ride side staring at everyone who isn't listening. Kemp gets down the ramp and stops to the apron. Chase kneels down before Kemp and Kemp nods at him and heads up the steel steps into the ring. Chase stays at ringside for support. Kemp is ready to wrestle once inside. Billy: Kemp threw Odin Balfore out of the Following and we haven't heard anything since!Chris Avery: That's not a good sign if you ask me.DING DING DING Kemp is in the middle of the ring, calm, set in stone. Cassidy is smiling and sort of jives up to him. Kemp talks to him about joining the following. Cassidys smile turns to a more serious tone. Billy: What the?Cassidy yells "NAHH" and slaps Kemp! Chris Avery: OH JESUS!Cassidy hits the ropes and goes for a rushing attack but Kemp picks up Cassidy on his shoulders and hits the Go To Sleep! Billy: JUSTICE!!Kemp drops down and pins Cassidy. One. Two. Three. Billy: WOW.Chris Avery: Kyle Kemp is ALL business now!Kemp stands up and Chase is already in the ring rolling Cassidy out of the ring. He pushes him out and backs up to Kemp. He hits his knees and lowers his head. Kemp stands behind Chase with the palm over Chases head. Billy: The Following might be back on track according to Kemp.Chris Avery: He's one very intense person now a days isn't he?Billy: He is.We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:11:32 GMT -5
Derrick Vayden Segment
The lights in the TSR Arena go out. The keys of Skillet’s Save Me begin playing, sending the crowd into a fit of cheers. Out steps Derrick Vayden, his brand new Hardcore title around his waist. Billy: The new Hardcore champion! The Wanderer is here!Vayden wastes no time in marching down to the ring. He climbs between the ropes, unstraps his belt and raises it high into the air, eliciting another round of cheers from the AW faithful. He takes a microphone from a ringside tech. He slings his title over his shoulder as the crowd quiets down. He begins to speak... Vayden: Last week I finally got what I wanted after so very long. Last week I received an Execution cage match…An evil smirk appears on Vayden’s face. Vayden: Last week… I got Frank. Fucking. Lowe.The fans of Phoenix Arizona erupt into cheers again. Vayden: But that’s not all I got. Last week Torture threw me a curveball. Gave me something would’ve never expected in a million years…Derrick lifts the Hardcore championship up to his head. Vayden: I was given the Hardcore title. The keyword there being “given”. Yeah, I’ve seen all the comments, all the messages. The title is ruined! I don’t deserve it! Exedra, exedra, exedra. Well, y’know what?You’re right. You are all absolutely right. I don’t deserve this. In the Hardcore title’s short life, it’s been taken to the fucking moon. And yet I only have it because QDT gave it up. That’s a huge slap to the face of everyone who’s worked to make this title mean something. I refuse to accept that. I want to earn it. I want to prove to everyone that I’m no paper champion. I want to erase all doubt from everyone’s minds. I want to prove that Derrick Vayden is hardcore! So! Anyone back there who thinks I don’t deserve this. Come fucking prove it. Come take this from me if you got the guts. I’m not going anywhere! The crowd goes ballistic as Vayden lays the Hardcore belt on the mat and gestures for the locker room to bring it. The loud cheering quickly shifts to deafening boos as “Big Balls” by AC/DC hits. Raging Frank Lowe steps out onto the stage and stares Derrick down. Vayden smirks. He cracks his knuckles and readies himself. The crowd is losing their minds! Lowe takes a step down the ramp but stops. He smiles a wicked smile… Vayden: LET’S FUCKING GO! GET THE FUCK DOWN H-Billy: What the hell!Chris Avery: It’s the Hangmen!The roof of the Talking Stick Resort Arena blows off due to the collective anger of the fans as Noose and Shooter jump Vayden from behind! The two of them lay into the Hardcore champion with stiff shots to the face and body. Vayden covers up as best as possible but the bigger men still get the better of him! Billy: This is just a mugging! This isn’t fair!Chris Avery: And Frank Lowe is smiling. He’s loving this!Lowe slowly makes his way down the ramp as his henchmen continue to beat down on Vayden. He steps into the ring as The Hangmen pick Vayden’s body up. Frank gets into Vayden’s face, wearing a shit-eating grin. Lowe: I told you we weren’t done…Vayden defiantly spits into Lowe’s face before hitting Noose with a headbutt! Billy: Yeah! Get ‘em Vayden!But Shooter quickly puts an end to his comeback with a stiff knee to the gut. A bit of blood drips from Vayden’s mouth as he barely stays on his feet. Noose and Lowe recover from their shock and join in on the beatdown again. Lowe sends the Hangmen out to deal with the security while he focuses on Vayden one on one. The evil smirk on Lowe’s face grows wider as he drags Vayden to his feet. He bitch slaps DV in the face, drawing even more boos from the crowd. Finally, he lifts Vayden into position, driving his head into the mat with his piledriver! Chris Avery: Oh! Lowe Hanger! Come on, enough of this!Now there’s just too much security for The Hangmen to handle. Some get through and manage to separate Lowe from the fallen Vayden. Lowe holds his hands up in surrender as he stares down at Vayden, full of smug satisfaction. The crowd continues to shower boos onto the Hangmen as Lowe’s music plays again. The three men make their way up the ramp as security and doctors check on Vayden in the ring, who is already starting to stir, pulling himself onto his knees and staring daggers into the group.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:13:35 GMT -5
DoorDash Match of the Week Sam Kidsgrove & Bonnie Blue vs. Nate & Noris Cranley
Billy: And folks the rumors are true, it's the FINAL DoorDash Match of the Week!Chris Avery: The Final one?!Billy: I believe we have a new sponsor for next week?Chris Avery: Oh dope!A really crappy "Chipmunk" version of Mein Herz Brennt comes on. The crowd hold their ears at how bad it sounds compared to the original. FaNATEic enters. He's wearing a Matthias Mintzel branded had and T-Shirt. In one hand he holds a stein of "German lager" (it's actually just apple juice) and in the other he holds a small, hand held German flag which he waves around vigorously, spilling his drink whilst doing so. He gets into the ring and throws his hat into the crowd. Then realises he only has one and asks for it back but it's too late. "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 blueish 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 "The Influencer" 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: This is an interesting pairing! Noris wants that title shot against Matthias, the Pure Championship ya know?Chris Avery: Well tonight he has to team with the bodyguard, the heavy, Nate!Billy: And on the other side, Kidsgrove and Bonnie get to team together presumably for the final time as Guardians but it's Kidsgrove defending the US Championship at Execution against Bonnie.. in basically a bragging rights for who the best and final standing Guardian would be!White fog rolls across the stage as the opening riff of “Blood” filters through the speakers. The ActionTron flickers to life with a black-and-white image of Bonnie Blue, her face streaked bloody, as she launches herself in slow motion at Odin Balfore. A burning effect wipes away the image, and a full-color video package begins to play. The arena thunders with a roar of disapproval as Bonnie Blue steps from behind the curtain, and stalks to the edge of the stage to lift her arms high overhead. The tempo picks up, and the Hardcore Queen struts down the ramp, trading high-fives and fist bumps with the fans who want them; taunting the rest with an arrogant sneer on crimson lips. At ringside, she walks up the steps and swaggers across the ring to climb the turnbuckles, posing with one foot on the top rope as she taunts the fans. As the opening riff to “hero” by Skillet echoes around the arena. Strobe lights pulse along with the beat. As soon as the drums begin, fire shoots up from the sides of the stage in time with them. Zooey Deschanel, wearing a cute dress and looking like sunshine walks out first, she looks out at all sections of the crowd and nods in time with the music, her face beaming with positive energy. Kidsgrove joins her and puts his arm over her shoulder, bringing her in for a tender kiss. They then start to walk down the ramp, speaking to people in the front row, signing autographs, taking selfies, kissing babies, hi fiving and generally making sure that everyone can get a memento of meeting them. This takes a while. Eventually they make it to the ring area. Kidsgrove jumps to the apron first and lowers the rope for Zooey to get into the ring. When she does, they both immediately go to opposite corners and stand in the middle turnbuckle, posing for the crowd. Kidsgrove doing the “Hey, I know you” or the “Double guns” where Zooey is blowing kisses and waving at people who have their signs or look friendly. They do this again on other turnbuckles and high five each other when they go past. Deschanel then exits the ring after Kidsgrove again holds the rope for her and proceeds to take selfies and high five people at ringside as Kidsgrove smiles at her, then winks and gets ready for action. DING DING DING Nate rushes out of the corner and Bonnie hits a super superkick! Bonnie Blue pins. Billy: WHOA WHOA WHOA!!One! Two! Three! Noris just stands on the apron completely dumbfounded. Kidsgrove is just having a laugh as Bonnie stands to her feet. Billy: What the hell!?Chris Avery: JUST like that!Nate rolls out of the ring as Noris jumps off throwing his hands up in the air. Noris shoves Nate back down like a school yard bully and heads up the ramp shaking his head. Billy: I can't believe it!Kidsgrove has his US Championship belt sitting on his shoulder and Bonnie is looking at it. We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:14:42 GMT -5
Masuda Teijin vs. Ash Blake(c)
Blue light dulls the arena to the emergence of Masuda Teijin. The audience has accepted him as an afterthought, and give him complete silence. He doesn't even try to rial them as his music plays him to towards the ring. Adilene Floyd preps her notes,forgetting to look and see him walk down the ramp. The silence becomes transcendent. He slides into the ring and faces the big screen where his updated losing streak blasts on the screen. The number rolls anticlimactically while the arena chats, murmurs or checks their phones in anticipation of who's coming out next. His music winds down with him prepping for the match ahead in his corner. Chris Avery: The challenger is in the house!Billy: He looks focused here, Chris.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: Making her way to the ring, 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. Chris Avery: Blake hands her TV title to the ref and we’re ready to go!The bell rings and the opponents approach one another. Teijin and Blake lock up in the center of the ring, and Blake shoots for the headlock. Blake wrenches the headlock and Teijin tosses Blake off toward the ropes. On the rebound, Blake leaps over Teijin, and Teijin hops up to his feet before Blake's second rebound to hit a towering back body drop. Billy: Good god almighty! What a big back body there!Chris Avery: Such elevation!Teijin grabs Blake from the mat and whips Blake into the corner where Teijin follows up with a charging attempt at an avalanche, but at the last moment, Blake ducks out of the corner and Teijin slams chest first into the turnbuckle and his head slams into the corner post. Chris Avery: That’s going to be an opening here for Blake!Teijin's arms are draped over the top rope in the corner as he recovers from the blow to the post. Blake begins delivering a stiff dropkick to Teijin's back, and Teijin crumples into the corner. Blake steps back to charge with a baseball slide to the back, but at the last second Teijin rolls to the outside and Blake slides into the ring post. Billy: Shitfire! That had to hurt! Great awareness from Teijin there.Blake tumbles to the outside of the ring as Teijin pulls her out. Chris Avery: Looks like Teijin is still shaking loose those cobwebs from smashing his head on the post.Billy: I think the back is still bothering him, too.Teijin grabs Blake by the wrist and whips her into the ring steps. Blake crashes into the steps and flips over them, landing hard on the outside mats. Teijin approaches the downed Blake and mounts her upper body as Teijin starts pounding her head and face with punches. Chris Avery: Stiff punches there! Really peppering the champion with lefts and rights here!Billy: Teijin is making the most of his championship opportunity!Teijin picks Blake up and slams her head into the ring apron before rolling her back into the ring. As Teijin slides back in as well, Blake is climbing back to her feet, and the opponents meet in the middle of the ring as they start to trade blows. Billy: Bam! Bam! Bam! These strikes are landing like grenades!Blake starts to take control of the exchange, but Teijin answers with a rising knee to the gut which doubles Blake over. Teijin steps back and charges back toward Blake to bring the knee up to her face, and Blake catches Teijin's leg and executes a textbook Dragon Screw that turns Teijin inside out. Chris Avery: Ooof! Teijin’s offence got reversed there!Billy: Used his momentum against him, Chris!Blake picks Teijin up and sets him up for a standing suplex, but Teijin maneuvers out of the suplex and floats over to land on his feet behind Blake where Teijin hits a german suplex, driving the air and momentum out of Blake. Billy: Outstanding reversal there!Teijin maintains his hold on Blake and turns over to land another German suplex! After the second, Teijin turns the pair over to shoot for another German, but Blake is able to shift just enough to grab Teijin's head and drive him into the mat with a desperation Bulldog out of nowhere. With both competitors down, the referee starts his 10 count. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! Teijin and Blake both stir just enough to begin crawling to their hands and knees. Billy: There’s life in these two yet!6! 7! Blake is first to her feet, and as she turns around to face her opponent, she finds Teijin's boot from the superkick. Blake crumples in the ring, and Teijin mounts the corner in an attempt at an elbow drop. Blake rolls out of the way, and Teijin crashes down on the mat. While Teijin is down, Blake drapes an arm over his chest, and the ref counts the pin. 1! 2! NO! Teijin kicks out, and Blake uses the ropes to climb back to her feet. Teijin is still down selling the damage done by his missed elbow. Blake grabs Teijin around the waist from behind and pulls him up to a standing position. Blake grabs Teijin’s shoulder and turns him face-to-face before drilling Teijin back to the mat with a Hurricanrana! Billy: Blake is maintaining control following the Hurricanrana! She’s got him tied up!Blake drops into a grounded side headlock as Teijin fights through the hold and gets both of them back to a standing position where he grabs Blake in his own waistlock and takes Blake down with a side suplex. Chris Avery: Teijin is doing everything he can to show that he’s no one trick pony here! I, for one, am impressed!Billy: I am as well, Chris!Teijin is up immediately and attempts to grab Blake but Blake hits him with a drop toe hold and drives Teijin into the mat. Blake flies up to her feet with a kip up and drills both of her feet into the Teijin’s spine with a standing double foot stomp. Chris Avery: That looked like it hurt him!Billy: Blake is flying up the turnbuckles like a damn spider monkey!Chris Avery: Is she looking for that Shooting Star DDT?!Teijin slowly gets back to his feet as Blake launches off the top and smashes Teijin into the mat. Chris Avery: CHECKMATE, ATHEISTS!Billy: It’s OVER! THE CHAMP RETAINS!Blake makes the cover. 1! 2! 3! DING! DING! DING! Chris Avery: An exceptionally well fought contest here, but the champ carves yet another tally in the win column! WOW!Billy: Don’t sleep on the effort here on the part of Masuda Teijin! OUTSTANDING work from both of these impassioned competitors!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:15:27 GMT -5
Carter Shaw vs. Matthias Mintzel
The house lights dim to the intro of “Last Man Standing” by Pop Evil, coming alive on the P.A. system. It only stays dark for a few moments as the guitar is joined by drums, cueing the house lights back on accompanied with dancing green strobes across the entrance stage. Carter Shaw walks calmly from the curtain, sporting a hooded sweatshirt that reads "SIMPLY PUT" across the chest with the hood pulled up on his head. He pauses for a moment at the top of the ramp, looking side to side out towards the crowd. The ever-growing chant starts up throughout the arena, as the fans sing a tune of their own by The Who... "Whooo are you? Who, Who. Who, Who...Whoooooo are you?" Adilene Floyd: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts … CARTER SHAW!!!He makes his way down the ramp, walking with his trademark calm swagger before stopping once again towards the bottom of the ramp. He slowly removes the hood with his hands in a ‘prayer’ symbol, using his thumbs to lift the cloth. He once again simply looks around, letting his cold blue eyes do the talking. Gritting his teeth, he begins to hop back and forth a bit before pulling the hoodie off quickly and sprinting forward into the ring via slide. He walks quickly across the ring to hop up onto the middle turnbuckle, peering out to the cheering fans. He rips off his 'Who Is Carter Shaw?' T-Shirt, followed by the removal of his steel necklace, kissing the accessory before tossing it over to a ring hand for safe keeping. He hops down and stands dead center in the ring, turning his back to the hot camera and extending his arms outward. Fresh tattooed words on his shoulder blades get a spotlight that shines down from the rafters, leaving the rest of his body in shadow. "EYES" is tattooed on the left shoulder blade, "FORWARD" is tattooed on the right blade. He spins around and glares into the camera for a moment, the spotlight lending intensity to the baby blues. The lights return to normal as Shaw heads to his starting corner, pointing out to the crowd and revving up the cheers. Chris Avery: Mr. Shaw’ll in himself, My god does this crowd love him.Billy: And what’s not to love, he’s hardworking. Dedicated, honest, and a great role model.Chris Avery: What? Are you writing his Tinder profile?The song starts slowly as Matthias Mintzel walks directly to the ring. He looks dead behind the eyes as he ignores any crowd reaction. As he approaches the ring he slows further and comes to a stop as the heavier chorus kicks in. He closes his eyes and takes a deep sigh, before walking to the ring steps and slowly making his way up them and into the ring. He walks to his corner and starts shadow boxing before settling down with the same dead look in his eyes, pulling off his hoody and throwing it to ringside. Billy: Dieser Typ war in letzter Zeit an der Weltspitze und möchte, dass das heute Abend so bleibt.Chris Avery: The fuck did you just say?Billy: I really don’t know. I ate a lamb and schnitzel taco out of the vending machine, and now Jetzt spreche ich deutschChris Avery: Let’s go to the ring.The match starts out with Mintzel getting the early upperhand by using strikes and kicks to the leg to essentiially chop down Carter Shaw. With Shaw on the canvas. Mintzel escalates the attack by connecting on Belly to Belly, Yop rope, and German suplexes. Matthias continues with well placed knee and shoulder drops. Chris Avery: This has been all the PURE champion Matthias Mintzel so far tonight. He has Carter Shaw, the All-IN briefcase holder in position ffor a fisherman’s suplex. He nailed it.Billy: He did! He holds the leg for the cover.1.. 2. Billy: The kickout is just in tie for Shaw. He rolls out of the ring.Chris Avery: It is a smart technique to roll out of the ring. Try to get a chance to recover a little.Billy: The problem is always getting back in, the guy in the ring is at such a huge advantage.Carter manages to get back in the ring by sliding into the ring and sliding right past Mintzel so that Carter winds up behind Matthias. Shaw quickly begins his onslaught with an Alabama Slams, a roundhouse kicks, a swanton bomb and a both inverted and gutwrench suplexes. MAtthias is weakened and Carter seizes this opportunity and sets Matthias up for his brainbuster off of the top rope he calls Concussion Protocol. Billy: He has him up. This concussion protocol can leave a person in actual concussion protocol. He nailed it and the ref counts1.. 2. Matthias kicks out Billy: This has been a great match the entire way through, both these men look strong tonight.Chris Avery: Of course they do, that is our PURE Champion and our All-In briefcase holder in there.Billy: Carter Shaw’ll in in is up to his feet as is the Pure champion Matthias Mintzel.Chris Avery: And Carter just connected with his Double Underhook Piledriver he calls Simply Put and he wisely goes for the cover.1.. 2.. THREE!! Billy: He got him, Carter Shaw gets the win tonight.Shaw is being handed his All In briefcase by the referee when the lights go out. A single spotlight shines on Carter Shaw. Billy: Torture, I’m begging you, pay our electric bill!Chris Avery: This never bodes well.The ACTIONTron lights up with the same image of a shed, black and white film style. The dead and broken trees around the shed are moving fiercely, the wind tossing their pieces around. A rain has started, but the shed seems unphased by this. Corey Bull: Is it becoming clear Carter? Are the pieces slowly starting to form in that broken mind of yours?A quick flash over, but enough so that you can see that a woman is in a chair with her hands tied behind her. No sound, no look at her face, but enough to know it is a woman. Corey Bull: Do you think this is just about that briefcase? If so, then you are denser than I first thought. Because it is about so...much...MoRe CaRtEr!We flip to a camera that is staring at a Las Vegas street sign. It moves just fast enough that you can tell you are in Vegas, but you can’t tell where in Vegas you are. The camera starts to walk down the street at a steady pace. Corey Bull: It isn’t about just a loss. It isn’t about just the briefcase. It isn't even about so called squandered opportunities. This is about you Carter. This is about all you have been offered...all the trivial things that come with glory and all the important things that come with life. This is about how you have so frivolously treated things...and then portrayed something else. This is about the falsity that is Carter Shaw.The camera stops, still staring down the street, then begins to slowly turn. Corey Bull: You want me to step up my game?! You think this is a game Carter? No...this isn't a game. But I am going to play one with you now. I am coming to answer the very question that you don't even have an answer for. I am going to show the world WHO IS CARTER SHAW! And I don’t think that anyone is going to like the answer.The camera turns to show the Las Vegas home of Carter Shaw. And in blood red letters, the words “No MoRe NiCe ThInGs!” has been painted on the front of the home, splattered almost like blood from a vein. It holds for a few seconds, then a quick flash to the woman in the chair, her back to us still, before we are sent back to the shed in the storm, the slowly increasing rain, and it all fades. Carter is once again left standing in the ring alone.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:18:28 GMT -5
Special Commentators: The Swallowing Graham Baker vs. Crow McMorris
"Fuck the Pain Away" by Peaches begins to echo throughout the arena, as the arena lights blackout leaving the arena in total darkness, the fans the front rows are sprayed with a glow in the dark spray that gives the impression that they've received a facial. As the lyrics of the song kick into the gear, the arena lights begin to strobe before proving a single light focus on the stage, while the rest of the arena remains bathed in darkness. Lissie Hope is first to walk out onto the landing, with the Action Wrestling Tag Team Title belt hanging over her right shoulder. Adelaide Ainsworth skips out behind her, with the Action Wrestling Tag Team hanging low around her waist. The two girls tap the face plates of their titles and point to the sky, before they start making their way to the ring. Addy skipping to the ring like a slutty school girl, while Lissie Hope trails behind. The spotlight splits in two as it follows the girls to the ring. Lissie trails behind Addy and enters the ring, while Ainsworth skips around the ring. Adilene Floyd: Ladies and gentlemen, your Action Wrestling World Tag Team Champions... LISSSSSSIEEEE HOOOOOOPE AND ADELAAAAAAIDE AIIIINSWOOOORTH... THE SWAAAALLOOOOWING!!The lights focus on the ring as Addy does the splits and slides herself into under the bottom rope before house lights raise. Both girls tap their biceps which are taped up in strapping tape with "Robbie" written in sharpie, and raise the titles to the air. Chris Avery: This is a treat, Billy! We’ve got the Tag Team Champions in the house to provide deep intellectual insight into the following match!Billy: I don’t think that’s why they’re here, Chris!The girls circle around the ring and the team places two empty chairs between them. Lissie takes a seat next to Billy, and Adelaide snugs up close to Chris, all of the salivating men in the crowd feeling very jealous of the announcers bookending them. They place the tag titles on the table and pull the headphones over their ears. Lissie: Hey boys.Addy: Am I sittin’ too close to ‘ya, Chrissie?Chris Avery: N-no, that’s fine. It’s a pleasure you could join us.Billy: Doing some scouting, ladies??Lissie: Yeah-- somethin’ like that.Adilene Floyd: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall!The arena lights go down, and the arena is filled with guitar strums and the intensifying drum beat of the song as smoke pours out from the entrance ramp, revealing Baker only from the highlighted portions of his outfit. 'WE'LL NEVER GET FREE LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER WHATCHU GON' DO WHEN THERE'S BLOOD IN THE WATER' As the song continues, taking a moment to hang, the smoke clears and Baker's back is revealed to the crowd, a leather jacket bearing the words 'The Aviator' and a flaming skull shown as he points two finger guns at the screen. Adilene Floyd: Standing 5’11 and weighing 230 pounds, he hails from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… “THE AVIATOR”... GRAHAM BAKER!'THE PRICE OF YOUR GREED YOUR SON AND YOUR DAUGHTER WHATCHU GON' DO WHEN THERE'S BLOOD IN THE WATER' The screen cracks as Baker 'fires' at it. 'WHEN THERE'S BLOOD IN THE WATER?' The intense chorus kicks up as Baker turns around, screaming out as he leaps into position. He slaps hands with the fans as he approaches the ring, mostly favoring those who are supporting him before pulling himself up on the apron, tossing his jacket off before springboarding into the ring. His eyes never leave the ladies at the announce desk. Addy: Billy, ya like beef tacos?Billy: I love all tacos.Addy: Wanna munch on me beef taco?Lissie: Addy! No!Billy: I like tacos that taste like chicken but smell like fi--Chris Avery: BILLY! NO!Johnny Cash: And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. And I looked, and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him. The arena lights cut out. The world slows until the rhythmic thud of Marilyn Manson's rendition of “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” finally arrives, joined by projected imagery on the ACTIONtron, A decomposed crow skeleton reverses time as it’s plumage returns before departing skyward. The ink black outline of a hanged man on a hill vanishes as the noose still swings. A silhouette of a modern day cowboy emerges from a dust storm that swirls around an old west graveyard , the final scene syncopating to the Murder Machine emerging on stage. Crow’s massive form is a dark, brooding monolith eclipsed by plumes of smoke, a human bulldozer bathed in pulsating light. Still masked in shadow, Crow is joined by "The Shape" AKA the most successful manager in pro wrestling history, Vincent "Buddy" Roman. Roman's face gleams with absolute delight as Crow adjusts his taped right hand, gaining depth and detail as manager and monster begin their focused march down the steel ramp. Adilene Floyd: Accompanied to the ring by proud grandfather and advocate Vincent "Buddy" Roman...Standing at six foot eight! Weighing in at two hundred and sixty four pounds! From Manhattan, New York, he is...DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, CROW McMORRISSSS!The spotlight follows a methodical Crow, his tall, muscular frame navigating around the squared circle as it billows more dry ice from beneath the ring. Crow's focused now, eager to dissect some poor hapless bastard within. Crow leaps over the top rope and enters the ring, removing his leather vest and throwing it at the ring announcer. The Murder Machine climbs a ring post and hits a sinister crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. The Shape applauds his grandson at ringside as Crow soaks up the adulation of the fans for a moment before climbing down and waving his opponent on. Chris Avery: There’s a dynamic here that can only be described as ‘awkward’.Billy: The facebook status is ‘it’s complicated’.Lissie: You still use Facebook?Addy: Ya know Crow don’t. He died usin’ Myspace for them pre-bush emo sluts but he wake up and now they all show their itty-titties on Instagram.Lissie: So what’s awkward about this, Chris?Chris Avery: Well… you won the titles from Crow. And Graham has made it known that he feels he and Corey Black are next up.Lissie: So it’s not Addy petting you under the table?Chris Avery: I would appreciate it if you stopped, Addy.Addy: Funny ya ain’t mentioned it till she said somethin’. Damn, Liss, ya ain’t the only one who needs a BBC.Chris Avery: Addy! Christ, this is CBS!Addy: More like See-balls-swell.The match begins with a tense staredown between the two. They are mouthing words to each other, with Crow trying to get into his head. Baker nods his head and smirks, egging him on. Crow throws a wild haymaker to begin but Graham ducks underneath it. A kick to the gut, followed by a forearm to the back. The crowd explodes as Baker bounces off the ropes and knees Crow’s chin. With Crow on his back, Graham bounces off the the ropes again and lands a sliding dropkick to his temple. Graham peaks over the top rope at the Tag Team Champions sitting ringside. Addy: Ain’t it cute when little boys think they tough shit?Lissie: Be kind, Addy. He’s my biggest fan.Chris Avery: I wouldn’t dismiss Graham Baker if I were you.Billy: But Graham needs to keep his eyes on the match! Look out!Baker turns right into a monster lariat from Crow! Crow begins clubbing him with mudhole stomps, and Baker has run out of room, resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Crow takes a step back and roars in, looking for a big knee to the face. But Baker evades it just in time. Crow’s thick leg ricochets off the middle rope, leaving it vibrating. When Baker tries to use it to catapult into a flying attack, Graham’s foot slips off the turnbuckle and he lands on his back! Crow sees the opening and delivers a rib-breaking punt to his torso! Graham rolls around in agony as Crow lifts him up to his feet, lifting him with ease into a vertical suplex! Crow rises to his feet and now it’s his turn to glare at the Swallowing! Lissie: What does this greasy bastard want?Addy: Maybe his partner back?Lissie: Addy! No!Chris Avery: It’s, uh… it’s not really a secret, Lissie.Billy: Yeah, it’s the talk of the locker room!Chris Avery: I think Ame--Lissie: EARMUFFS, BILLY!Chris Avery: She CC’d an email to everyone in the company with salacious details of your new relationship, Lissie. That was the last thing she did before she bailed.Addy: Are ya sure Crow didn’t know Lissie stole his partna ‘cause he’s a peepin’ tom, somehow levitating thirty floors to see into Liss’s windows?Billy: The undead can do marvelous things!Addy blows Crow a kiss as he turns back to face Baker, only to be met by a dropkick that sends him stumbling in the ropes. Baker seizes his momentum and clotheslines himself and Crow over the top rope to the floor. Crow catches the top of his head on the apron as he priurettes down with gravity. Baker landing on his knees on the padded ground. Baker grabs Crow and whips him towards the steps but Crow reverses and Baker crashes into the steel. Addy: Crow! I want my panties back.Billy: SHIT FIRE! You slept with Crow?Addy: Fuck nah. Just know he went through my panty drawer when he was talkin' 'bout letters I wrote to Robbie. Been missin' me fave black thong since.Grabbing at his lower back in agony, Crow follows it up with a knee to the gut. He then presses Baker up over his head, dropping him on his face on the announcers desk. He slams Baker’s face-- NO! A counter elbow to the ribs, and Baker slams Crow’s face into the desk instead, right in front of the team! All four stand up to allow them room, as Baker lays Crow on the table. He lands a couple of right hands to soften him up before climbing back on the apron! He points to Lissie and Addy before leaping off, but Crow moves out of the way, just in time, and Baker crashes through the table! Lissie: What an idiot.Chris Avery: Graham Baker is someone who has no regard for the punishment he puts his body through!Addy: He beats his own body harder than he beats tha joystick in his trousers.Billy: You play a lot of video games, Addy?Addy: I’ve gotta strong grip, Billy.Lissie: You hear that, Chris?Chris Avery: Ladies, please.Crow slides Graham into the ring and lays on top for a pin attempt. 1… 2… but Baker gets a shoulder up. Crow is undeterred as he pulls Graham up by the hair. A pair of knife edge chops send him reeling in the corner. Baker ducks under the third and goes for a forearm himself, but walks right into a death valley driver from Crow McMorris! The cover! 1… 2… ...but Baker gets a shoulder up! Billy: That’s a tough son-of-a-gun, Chris!Crow pulls Baker up again and whips him to the ropes. He goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Baker counters it into a headscissors, sending Crow sprawling halfway across the ring! Baker runs at Crow, looking for a crossbody, but Crow catches him in mid-air and drops him across his knee with a rib-breaker. Clutching at his torso, Baker rolls out of way on an attempted stomp by the Murdah Machine. Baker pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. Crow charges with a big boot, but Baker ducks out of the way and McMorris crotches himself on top rope. Baker innovates and drops the back of Crow’s head across his knee while driving an elbow into his throat on the way down. Chris Avery: Lateral Press.1… Addy: Can you laterally press, Chris?2… Addy: Or do you prefer to hook the leg?KICKOUT! Billy: Crow showing his own toughness.Baker to his feet, as Crow pushes himself into his knees. Baker surges and delivers a massive knee to the face of Crow. Billy: SHIT FIRE! THAT'S A MOUTHFUL!Addy: Only half a mouthful, really.He follows it up with a series of machine gun chops to the chest before whipping Crow off the ropes. On the return, he plants him down with a samoan drop. Crow bounces up into a kick to the gut, and Baker underhooks the arms. That leaves Crow’s chin open for a barrage of knees to the jaw, until finally, he lifts Crow off his feet with a modified pedigree right onto his extended knee! He stares daggers at Lissie and Addy at ringside. Billy: NOW THAT’S A FULL MOUTHFUL!Chris Avery: That may have been a nod to your Crown of Thorns, Lissie!Lissie: Look, I get that he’s been trying to get my attention for months and all, but he should be more concerned with impressing Corey Black before he gets dumped for someone that would actually help him take these titles.Addy: Yeh, we all know Corey’s waist is feelin’ a little lonely these days.Lissie: He lost the Hardcore title, he lost the APW tag team titles…Chris Avery: I don’t think Graham Baker needs to audition for anyone, ladies. He’s earned Corey Black’s trust.Billy: SHITFIRE!Crow slowly gets to his feet and Baker hits a stiff knee to Crow! He hits a second knee! Baker turns Crow around into a ripcord third knee! Crow drops to one knee and Baker hits the ropes and comes rushing back but Crow leaps up and HITS THE RKO! Baker is down! Billy: WHOA!! Lissie: OHH DAMNN!!Crow covers! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Chris Avery: CROW GOT IT!! WHAT A MATCH!!The crowd cheers as the huge match up is over.. Lissie: Well, that’s our queue, boys.Addy: Here’s somethin’ to remember me by, Chrissy.Addy leans over the desk and places her cleavage right in his face. He backs up with his arms raised, not wanting to a letter from HR. Addy giggles and the girls circle around the ring, with Graham Baker begging them to approach. He’s ready for a fight! There’s a commotion in the crowd and the camera finally spots him… Corey Black has hopped the barrier and slides into the ring! He places a hand on Graham’s chest and asks him to settle down. He then turns to the tag team champions on the outside of the ring. Corey Black: We want those belts!Addy and Lissie smile and hold them up for the Man Made Gods to see. Lissie: Oh, these? You want these?Addy: They look better on us.The Swallowing begin backpedaling up the ramp, their eyes never leaving the Man Made Gods in the center of the ring. But out of nowhere, a thunder clap erupts over the loudspeakers, and a visual of silent lightning strikes appear on the tron. Billy: What the hell was that??Chris Avery: Some kind of message, I’m assuming! We’ll be right back!The camera fades with the Swallowing still walking up the ramp with their titles, and the silent lightning bolts engulfing the arena.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:19:48 GMT -5
Dandy DiVito Segment
The scene opens to Dandy DiVito aimlessly wandering the backstage area when Jenna Bauer approaches him mic in hand, ready for an interview. Dandy is entirely checked out and a million miles away mentally as Jenna first speaks. Jenna Bauer: Dandy, do you have a moment? I have a few questions.Dandy snaps out of his fog. Dandy DiVito: Huh? Sorry, Jenna. What?Jenna’s face wears a look of concern. Jenna Bauer: I was hoping to ask you some questions, Dandy, but at this point, I’m just wondering if you’re ok?Dandy looks up at Jenna with confusion. Dandy DiVito: What? Why?Jenna pauses. Jenna Bauer: Dandy, you look… out of sorts. Is everything ok?Dandy cocks his head to the side. Dandy DiVito: Jenna, I’m just… I’m a little distracted. Jenna Bauer: Oh?Dandy DiVito: I don’t know if you noticed, but I been on a bit of a cold streak. Been makin’ stupid ass mistakes. Been failin’. Couldn’t beat Lockhart. Couldn’t beat Shaw. Jenna, I’m not sure what the fuck’s goin’ on right now, but I… I don’t feel like me righ’ now.Jenna Bauer: What do you think needs to happen?Dandy DiVito: Well, I ain’t sure what, but somethin’ sure as shit gotta change. Jenna Bauer: Where do you go from here, Dandy?Dandy DiVito: I… I dunno. The sound of footsteps that stop just off camera causes the cameraperson to widen the shot to reveal Kyle Kemp standing by staring at Dandy. Jenna Bauer: Uh, hi… Can I help you, Kyle. Kemp shakes his head, no, but a smile grows on his face and he does an about face and walks away. Dandy’s face wears a look of profound confusion. Jenna Bauer: Dandy, what was that?Dandy shrugs. Dandy DiVito: Your guess was as good as mine, Jenna. But anyway…Jenna Bauer: Yes! Sorry! You were saying…Dandy DiVito: The next steps ain’t real clear, but I’ma haveta make some fuckin’ changes. Stay tuned, I guess. For now? For tonight? I guess I just keep wanderin’ this fuckin’ arena, Jenna. Jenna Bauer: Good luck, Dandy! I hope you find what you’re looking for.Dandy DiVito: Me too, Jenna. Thanks.Dandy walks off and the scene fades to commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:20:50 GMT -5
David Sanchez vs. Claire Hawkins Adilene Floyd: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first from Salem, Massachusetts, weighing in at 145lbs… she is… 'The Witch' … CLAAAAAIRE HAWWWWWKINS!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! Billy: Well Chris, here comes Claire Hawkins and you can rest assured that the Metal Witch will be looking to make a statement tonight.Chris Avery: Well, she's got the opportunity to do just that and more tonight Billy. Hawkins of course lost the Television Championship to newcomer, Ash Blake a few weeks ago and hasn't been seen since.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: That she did Chris, falling victim to that Rat Trap roll-up pin. The Witch has been down before though and she's clawed her way back up to the top. Just like she'll be looking to do tonight.Chris Avery: Without a doubt Billy. But let's not forget. If she wants to make that statement she'll have to do it at the expense… of this man.The sold out arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to 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 crowd are perplexed at first until the screen does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches and misdeeds. Adilene Floyd: Aaaaand now, introducing her opponent from Bogota, Colombia by way of Chicago, Illinois and weighing in tonight at 228lbs… he is 'The Mayor' DAAAAAAVID SAAAAAAANCHEZ!The song plays on as the audience erupts into a sea of hateful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears center stage, his face hidden behind a mask of solid iron. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear apart from this: black trunks and pads; all donning a tiny blue 'DS.' He soaks it all in for a second. Stopping halfway down the ramp and staring vacantly at the camera; the creepy metal mask sending shivers down the viewers spine. Billy: That's no small feat to achieve. Sanchez has been on fire as of late. Choking out JACOB a month ago then back to back victories over his rival, Jason O'Neal in grueling, barbaric settings.Chris Avery: Then there's the budding bromance between the Mayor and James Nightingale to factor in. A relationship that of course benefits absolutely no living soul barring themselves.No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. The mask was enough now' he thought. As he walks he removes the mask slowly by unfastening the hinge at the base of the skull. Once revealed, he smiles and high fives the three or four fans who let him. Once he slides into the ring he turns his back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile still stretched across his face, Sanchez carefully places the iron mask under a far turnbuckle in a way so that the eyeholes can watch the match. Billy: The Man in the Iron Mask against the Metal Witch. This one should be a classic Chris. Neither of these competitors want to lose tonight, there's a big match feel to this one.Chris Avery: You've gotta believe Pasternak's keeping a close eye on this one in terms of rankings around here but you're right Billy. Hawkins badly wants to rebound from that Ash Blake loss while Sanchez will be looking to show that he's nobody's stepping stone.DING DING DINGThe opening bell rings and Hawkins immediately closes the gap, rushing in with a clothesline attempt that Sanchez quickly ducks. Still hurdling off the ropes, Claire comes back with a forearm shot that rocks the Mayor where he stands but fails to topple the Colombian with the 80lbs weight advantage. Hawkins doesn't let this flatten her curve though and delivers another three consecutive forearm blasts, eventually taking her opponent down to one knee. Letting out a roar she hits the ropes again and returns with a hurricanrana to the her already kneeling foe, whipping him hard into the mat with her leg strength. Billy: Holy Gorgonzola Chris, Hawkins leaving nothing to chance here tonight. She's all over Sanchez like a rash from the opening bell.Chris Avery: Beautiful execution on that basement hurricanrana there from the Metal Witch but Sanchez is already climbing back to his feet.Again Hawkins hits the ropes to put some extra force behind her frame as she looks for a crossbody, only to be caught by the Colombian who smirks as he holds her captive for a split second before dropping her back first across his knee with a gutbuster. Sucking air, Hawkins hobbles back to a vertical base and finds herself in a hammerlock for her troubles. A hold she quickly counters with a roll through, although the Colombian refuses to release her wrist and the two lock up in a more traditional grapple in the middle of the ring. After jostling for position for a few moments strength prevails as Sanchez is able to force the Witch back into a corner and land a few low roundhouse kicks to her thighs, looking to knot up her quads. Billy: Those kicks from Sanchez are something Hawkins is gonna wanna avoid. It's hard to win a match you can't stand up for two minutes without getting leg cramp.Chris Avery: Classic approach from the Mayor who'll be looking to slow his more aggressive opponent down to the snail's pace he prefers to operate at. But lookit! She's coming right back with kicks of her own!Hawkins pushes herself out of the corner and simultaneously drives her boot into the Exile's abdomen. Following up immediately by way of a flurry of low kicks of her own climaxing with a step-up enziguri to the side of David's head. Stunned and sore, the Mayor scrambles under the ropes and clutches the part of his skull Claire's kick had connected with. Meanwhile the crowd goes crazy for the Witch as she motions for something in the suicide dive department. Only to be stopped in her tracks as Sanchez clambers back from harm and snatches a microphone from Adilene Floyd at ringside. Lifting up a flat-palmed hand in the universal symbol for 'stop.' David Sanchez: STAHPPPP! WAAAAIT!...Hawkins shouts a variety of obscenities at her opponent, each more vulgar than the last. But Sanchez simply lowers his stop symbol and carries on talking, panting heavily already as a result of the heightened pace he was struggling to match so far. David Sanchez: Claire… settle down, take a breath and listen up. It doesn't have to be this way you know. Really it doesn't. You don't have to keep coming out here and leaving your best years behind you in the middle of this ring for little more than the adoration of emo girls aged eight and a half through eighteen. They're not worth it, none of them. Let me ask you this….Hawkins has already heard enough of the Mayor's backhanded bartering. She smiles a brief flicker of malice, causing a huge pop from the crowd as she javelins herself through the ropes without warning and crashes through Sanchez at the ringside area with a flying elbow. Still feeding from the crowd, she rips the Mayor up to his feet and kicks the mic aside with a crackle of static before planting him face first into the ringside padding with a simple yet effective DDT. Eating the arena floor, Sanchez sees stars as he stirs himself up once more only to be slid back under the ring ropes and met immediately with a pin attempt. 1 . . . 2 . . . Sanchez shakes her off at the last second and scuttles out of the ring once more, snatching the discarded mic up and backstepping away from Hawkins who's in hot pursuit. It's a strange sight to behold, the 230lbs Colombian savage running away from the 145lbs Metal Witch, but that doesn't stop it being a comedic hit with the crowd. David Sanchez: Calm the fuck down you crazy bitch! Can't you see I'm trying to help you here? Come at me once more with that PMS fury and I'll kick you back to 2002 so you can gyrate furries in Marilyn Manson music videos with all the other would-be wilted wallflowers…The Witch works on narrowing the gap between the two while Sanchez continues to avoid conflict by simply fleeing his opponent. Leading her in a merry game of chase around the ring posts, circling the ringside area like a mismatched cat and mouse. David Sanchez: … Tell me this, Sabrina after-dark. Have you ever stopped for two seconds and took it all in? This life, I mean. The one you've chosen to live for whatever reasons wretched and divine. I'm guessing not, or you'd have done something to turn it all around, right? I mean, that's the impression I get anyway. You seem like a pretty assertive kid from where I'm standing.Having taken quite enough of the Mayor's condescending barrage of words Claire charges at full sprint, doubling Sanchez over with a kitchen sink style knee to the gut directly in front of the commentary table. Refusing to release the microphone, the Mayor soon finds himself being pulled apart in a standing abdominal stretch, his anguish amplified by the stage in mic still gripped tight inside his right hand. The referee continues his count of ten, reaching five before the mic is finally dropped and Sanchez counters the submission with a simple hip toss, except that he hurls Hawkins into the ring steps as he does so. Pacing off the pain Sanchez stalks Hawkins, abandoning his vocal onslaught in favour of a physical one. Billy: Shitfire Chris! The bottom of Claire's back just bounced off those steel ring steps and you can still hear the echo thirty seconds after the fact.Chris Avery: We know Sanchez likes to use whatever he can to inflict pain on his opponents within the rules of the match and this has been no exception. Hawkins is stirring now but she's gotta be in a tremendous amount of pain.Sanchez creates space between himself and the Witch once more, this time however it's not to flee harm and plead for his life but instead to line up a running knee strike that misses wildly, Hawkins moving at the last second and causing Sanchez to tumble over the guardrail and into the second row of fans. The audience scarper out of the way just in time as the suitably refreshed Witch vaults the barricade and lands flush across David's chest with a corkscrew senton. The two competitors lie buckled between rows of seats in the stands as the referee's count reaches eight and stirs Hawkins back to life. Billy: We could be looking at a double count-out here Billy. Hawkins threw caution to the wind when she went for that vaulting corkscrew and who knows how much damage she done to herself in the process.Chris Avery: Both competitors are making moves in the right direction now after that incredible aerial assault. Hawkins gets back over the crowd control barrier first but keeps ahold of Mayor Dave's head as she does so, making sure he can't slip away from her again.Displaying twice the strength you'd expect from a woman her size she successfully dumps the Mayor's body over the barricade. As the count of nine comes, so too does the panic set in, forcing both Hawkins and Sanchez to cease their brawl for outside supremacy and slide under the ropes simultaneously, avoiding a no contest by the skin of their collective teeth. Once back in the ring Hawkins looks to keep the momentum going by bum rushing Sanchez into the corner and unloading a flurry of forearms and elbows. Succumbing to the blows Sanchez lands seated against the bottom turnbuckle pad. Perfect prey for Hawkins who in turn paces back a few steps before driving the sole of her boot straight through the Colombian's cheek with a face wash. Choosing not to cover, Hawkins lifts Sanchez back to his feet still groggy and weaves the Mayor's own arms around his neck before lunging downwards with her trademark cut-throat neckbreaker. Billy: Shitfire and Stilton Chris! Hawkins hits the Spiritbreaker in the middle of the ring. This could be a HUGE feather in her cap if she can capitalize.Chris Avery: That could be easier said than done Billy, Hawkins took quite a nasty bump across those ring steps earlier and she's been favoring her lower back ever since.The crowd tries their hardest to spur Hawkins on, cheering her name and encouraging the Metal Witch to end this encounter by any means imaginable. Claire finally regains her composure, draping her arm across Sanchez and making the pin. 1 . . . 2 . . . Billy: E-damn it all Chris! The slippery South American shows his years spent inside the squared circle and hooks his leg around the bottom ropes.Chris Avery: Edam aside Billy, you can't take anything away from the ring-savvy Sanchez who just keeps himself in this contest by the slightest of margins.Hawkins punches the mat in frustration, bearing her teeth and allowing her crimson eyes to protrude from her skull in a display of utter outrage. Knowing that she almost has this match won though she quickly reclaims her composure and drags Sanchez up from the mat once more. This time though it's the Mayor's best possum impression that prevails as he pops up quicker than she'd expected, driving the top of his skull into the center of her ribcage like a battering ram and forcing any air from her lungs. Without another second elapsing he seamlessly follows through by lifting Hawkins up for a powerbomb, one which drops the Witch across the top turnbuckle instesd of the mat. Chris Avery: Bucklebomb by Sanchez who uses his own skull to turn the tide here before going straight back to the lower back of his opponent like a shark that smells blood.Billy: Or a mouse that smells cheese!Chris Avery: *sighs* …yes Billy, I guess that pun also works here. The point though, is that this match could be coming to an abrupt and indefinite end.Hawkins curls up and writhes in pain on the canvas as Sanchez drives stomp after well-placed stomp into her spinal column, showing no sign of slowing down until without warning he throws his body on top of hers and assumes a full mount which he uses to simultaneously jam both of his thumbs into Hawkins' eye sockets and keep them shoved in there for four seconds, narrowly avoiding disqualification. Sensing the match has turned in his favor the Colombian arrogantly takes his time getting back up, licking his lips at the sight of Claire Hawkins blindly pulling herself up with the ropes as he demands a microphone once more and restarts his monologue. David Sanchez: … I told you Claire… it doesn't have to be this uphill battle. You and I, we're not so different. Beneath the spellbooks, the broomstick and the cosplay there's true potential in you that you're letting go to waste. Join us, James and I… we'll show you how to turn that pent up glimmer of greatness into an actuality instead of a pipedream. You want that TV Championship back? We'll help you reduce Ash Black to black ash and make sure you stay on top of that division for as long as that's where you see yourself. Whatever you want from this industry Claire, I can serve you up on a silver platter. All you've gotta do… is STAY THE FUCK DOWN.Hawkins spits at Sanchez, still groggy as she mouths the words "go and fuck yourself" to the sneering Colombian. Who in turn lets the microphone drop and drives his boot into the Witch's gut, doubling her over. Sanchez double underhooks her and launches Hawkins overhead, butterfly suplexing her into the corner where her back crashes against the turnbuckle. Dragging her by the wrist, he follows this up with a punt kick to the ribcage as she gets back to her knees. It seems inevitable at this moment in time that Hawkins was headed for disaster. However as she gets back to her knees this time she catches the incoming punt and turns it into a single leg takedown. Billy: Just when you think she's down and out Claire Hawkins counters with a classic wrestling takedown! The Witch won't quit, she's raining down forearms on the Mayor from half-guard now and Sanchez can't do a damn thing about it.Chris Avery: Hawkins has taken everything Sanchez has thrown at her and she's still in there telling him to shove his offers where the sun doesn't shine.Transitioning to full mount, the Witch is overpowered momentarily by the Mayor and hoisted up for a powerbomb but as he lifts her she escapes his clutches and lands flush in front of him with cat-like agility. Caught off guard, Sanchez swings a southpaw strike wildly and catches nothing but breeze. On instinct alone the Witch lunges forward and falls back simultaneously, planting Sanchez with a reverse STO and rolling through with the Koji clutch. Finishing submission locked in tight, Hawkins wails like a banshee as she looks to end this match. Billy: Shitfire Chris! She's got Sanchez locked in the Witching Hour!Chris Avery: She sure does Billy, this could be a career making win for the Metal Witch! When was the last time you saw David Sanchez tap?!Unfortunately for the Witch Sanchez is already slithering his way towards the ropes and eventually drapes his left leg over the elasticated cable. Forcing the referee to break the hold. Hawkins uses all of the five count before she breaks her grip, still getting cheered by the crowd as she circles her breathless opponent. This was her moment, her time to shine. She bounces back off the ropes and hits a leg drop, then another and another and one more for good luck. Finally satisfied, she rips Sanchez up from the mat by the hair and hits the ropes hard, coming back like a freight train as she lands the Shining Witch, a drive-by kick that causes David to tumble back through the ropes and onto the ringside floor. Billy: I don't like this Chris, they're getting a little too close for my taste. Hawkins is looking straight at us Chris.Chris Avery: You don't have to tell me twice, let's just get back to a safer distance Billy. This match can call itself for the time-being.The two commentators flee the scene as Hawkins rips the monitors from their desk and sweeps the stack of paperwork onto the floor. Sanchez uses the apron to pull himself back up to a vertical base. Just in time to hear the referee's count reach four. With a wicked look in her eye Hawkins grabs the Mayor and mounts the table, motioning for something sinister. Dragged up to his feet atop the table Sanchez swings another wild left hand, but this time it luckilu hits Hawkins square in the jaw, rocking the Witch in her stride. Seeing this miniscule ray of hope as an opening Sanchez soon capitalizes with a European uppercut that causes Hawkins to reel back. The two superstars stand with their feet firmly planted on the commentary table trading blows for a few moments until Hawkins gets the advantage briefly before the table collapses beneath the two wrestlers after the weight of their struggle. The referee's count reaches eight as both Hawkins and Sanchez crash to the floor in a mess of splintered wood and debris. Neither competitor is ahead of the other as they both desperately claw their way back into to the ring. 8 . . . 9 . . . Barely breaking the ten count Hawkins rolls under the ropes on one side of the ring post while Sanchez does the same on the other, both running on fumes. The official waves it off and the match looks set to continue with the Man in the Iron Mask and the Metal Witch face to face, neither giving up an inch of ground. **DING DING DING**Confused, both combatants shoot the referee a look that could kill before he too returns an expression of bewilderment. Adilene Floyd: Ladies and gentlemen, the fifteen minute mark has been reached and since neither superstar was able to beat the other, this match has been declared…. a time limit draw.The crowd boos so loudly that the deep echo resonates long after the fact. Hawkins and Sanchez still growl furiously at one another, unhappy that this contest has ended without a definitive winner and loser. Meanwhile the official tries to separate them as Billy and Chris Avery return to the wreckage of their announce table. Billy: Gotta say it looks like we made the right call getting out of here Chris but this match is over and we don't have a winner. I don't think either of these superstars are very accepting of this though.Chris Avery: You said it Billy, it looks like this fight could be far from over. Claire Hawkins and David Sanchez are still fixing to kill one another by the looks of it. Watch this space!Billy: We've gotta go to a quick commercial break but don't change the channel! When we get back we've got James Nightingale against Oblivion in Phoenix Street Fight.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:25:06 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:28:25 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 7, 2020 17:30:50 GMT -5
Main Event Phoenix Street Fight James Nightingale vs. Oblivion Billy: Up next folks, it's our main event, and we're on that bloody path to Execution, aren't we Chris?Chris Avery: Yes we are, the #1 contender James Nightingale chasing Walter once more for that World Heavyweight Championship and he'll leave a wake of bodies if he has to, to get it.Billy: This is a Phoenix Street Fight! The finish still has to happen inside the ring, but all bets are off!The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and the crowd is cheering. "Popular Monster" by Falling in Reverse begins to play. A blaring sound begins to play. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music... BOOM!! Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly comes, with a dead stare, slowly walking. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena. Oblivion slowly begins to walk down to the edge of the entrance stage, bringing in the cheers of the crowd. Adilene Floyd: From The Deepest and Darkest Side of a Sick Man's Mind... Weighing in at 310 pounds... IT is The Monster... Oblivion!!Oblivion is slowly walking down the aisle, dragging the bloody stump, leaving a bloody trail behind IT. The Monster sneers at a nearby camera, flipping off the camera. Oblivion slowly ties up the bloody stump to a ring post. The Monster runs up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle from out the ring, once again throwing up IT's massive right arm. Crowd: OBI... Other half of the crowd: SUCKS... Crowd: OBI... Other half of the crowd: SUCKS... Crowd: OBI... Other half of the crowd: SUCKS... Crowd: OBI... Other half of the crowd: SUCKS... Crowd: OBI... Other half of the crowd: SUCKS... Oblivion leaps into the ring, stomping around, taking long strides, barking, shaking the top ring rope. Billy: Whoa, you can just feel the intensity!“In the House, In a Heartbeat'' by William Morris begins its slow-burn introduction as the arena falls into darkness upon the sound of the song's iconic piano chords. Soon after the arena has been plunged into darkness, the piano is accompanied by the rumblings of bass guitar, and in time with each note a flash of strobe lighting appears, revealing a figure in the darkness standing in the centre of the entrance stage, his appearance now revealed by the strobe lighting... it is James Nightingale. Nightingale remains still on the stage, his face half-covered by his intimidating goth-style entrance mask, his eyes focused intensely on the ring. As the tempo begins to increase he slowly unbuttons his trench coat without breaking his intense gaze on the ring, revealing “The Angel of Death” in blood-stained writing across the chest of his T-shirt. The music pauses, the strobe lighting ends, returning the arena to darkness once again. The music returns with an edgier tone, accompanied by electric guitar as the arena is now illuminated with blood-red lighting, and “The Angel of Death” appears on the ActionTron, again in blood-stained writing. Nightingale continues to stand on the stage, he cracks his neck from right to left, and finally begins his intimidating march to the ring, his intense soulless eyes never breaking away from his destination. His pace quickens as the drumbeat intensifies the unsettling theme music. He stops for a moment when he reaches the edge of the ring before continuing his menacing walk around the outside, marking his territory for the war ahead whilst continuing not to break away his attention from the ring. He arrives at the apron closest to the hard camera, tilts his head and climbs up before finally pulling his intense gaze away from the ring. Adilene Floyd: From The King’s City, England, weighing in at 200 pounds, this is “The Angel of Death”... James Nightingale!As his introduction is being made he slowly removes his entrance mask and drops it to the floor. Just before the music meets its climactic crescendo, he performs a throat slash gesture. The crescendo comes and he sprays a red mist into the air whilst throwing his arms out wide, forming a crucifix shape as his name is called. His head drops back down as he smiles sadistically to the crowd whilst the red mist falls onto his face, resembling splatters of blood. He turns slowly and climbs into the ring, marching over to the turnbuckle to his far-right and climbs up onto the second rope, again striking his signature pose whilst he smiles sadistically at the crowd with his blood-stained face. Nightingale jumps down and retreats to his corner, slowly removing his trench coat and T-shirt. He begins to loosen himself up, pulling violently on the ropes. He paces back and forth ready for the fight ahead. Chris Avery: Surprising to see him out here alone?Billy: A little! We know Adrian from MS13 is around here somewhere though, and we know Sanchez has to be lurking!DING DING DING The match starts out with Oblivion coming across the ring and choking Nightingale into the corner but Nightingale hits stiff lefts and rights to the ribcage! Oblivion backs up a bit and Nightingale hits a leg sweep/rock bottom (without picking him up) and takes him down! Nightingale floats his legs over to the throat of Oblivion and grabbing the arm for an armbar but Oblivion flips upwards, blocks it and picks up Nightingale and looks to powerbomb him out of the ring but James keeps the arms locked and both men flip over the ropes to the apron and crash down! Billy: Whoa!Oblivion gets up first and goes for a right hand but James hits a back body drop on Oblivion on the outside! A thunderous thud sound is heard. Chris Avery: Ohhh this match is already getting brutal!James lifts up the apron and pulls out a table but laying on the table is some chain as well. He pushes the table to the side but grabs the chain and wraps it up around his fist. Its a thick chain, folks. Oblivion gets up and he punches Obi right in the face with the chain! A second punch! A third punch! James runs and hits a jumping fourth punch and Obi stumbles backwards over the steel steps and to the mat. Billy: God damn!Nightingale takes the chain and wraps it around the neck of Oblivion and picks him up to his feet and whips him over the railing into the front row! Chris Avery: Look out!James climbs up onto the railing with the chain wrapped around both fists as well as he could and drops a double ax smash across the back of Obi causing him to stumble forward. James follows Obi as he gets up and grabs him and James without a single fucking ounce of hesitation smashes Oblivion into the glass popcorn machine! Billy: HOLY SHIT!James looks down at Obi who is bleeding under his black mesh mask. The crowd is booing as James just stands over Obi looking out at the crowd curious as to why they'd boo him. James picks up Obi and drags him towards the cement wall where he hits a few strikes and then slams Obis head into the wall causing him to go down! James walks away for a minute behind the lowersection of the crowd and looks over the railing where he notices a bunch of production boxes next to the stage. The AW stage is about ten feet off the ground. He smiles like a mad man and comes back to Oblivion.. Billy: What the hell is he thinking?!Chris Avery: Oh god, I don't know!James picks up Oblivion but Obi hits a strike! He smashes James head into the cement wall and then throws him through a curtain leading to the concourse area! A new camera picks them up as Obi keeps hitting strike after strike and now security guards are trying to keep the crowd back! Billy: Look! They're right next to the Merchandise area! The concessions too!Chris Avery: They're not going to make you Lamb Tacos again..Obi throws James into the Nachos counter and then picks him up and lays him on top of it. Obi picks up the cash register and pulls it off hte counter unplugging it! Billy: Oh god, look out!Obi smashes the register into the face of James knocking him down into the concession stand its self! Chris Avery: Keep the change, Nightingale!Obi walks over and opens the employee door and walks inside as Nightingale is getting up and Obi hits a clothesline sending Nightingale down. Women and teenagers flee the scene as Obi grabs the 4 foot bag of nacho chips. He ties the top of it and 360 swings around and nails James with it sending him back over the counter back towards the concession hallway. Billy: Obi with a chip on his shoulder, aye!Chris Avery: Leave the one-liners to me!Obi grabs Nightingale and walks him back through another curtain into the arena where the crowd cheers as they're near the crowd next to the stage. Oblivion whips Nightingale into the railing! Without wasting a second, Obi picks up an empty chair, folds it, rushes towards James and just hits him full speed with the chair sending both men over the railing! Billy: Risking his own body, Oblivion just nailed James with a shot there!Oblivion pops up and grabs the chair as Nightingale is crawling towards the ramp. He lifts himself up but Oblivion blasts him with the chair across his back! The crowd cheers as Oblivion jumps onto the ramp and slams the chair down across the back of Nightingale once more! Chris Avery: Oblivion taking it to the #1 contender!Nightingale is crawling up onto the stage now and he turns around. Oblivion looking to end it here.. Obi swings the chair like a golf club but Nightingale moves just in time and jumps up knocking the chair out of Oblivions hands! Obi turns around and Nightingale hits a jumping knee! Obi stumbles back, James rushes but Oblivion catches Nightingale and hits a fallaway slam! Nightingale crashes onto the steel stage and rolls towards the edge! The same edge James was looking at just minutes ago! Billy: He's pretty close to falling off!Chris Avery: You can't see it, but I know Obi realizes that too! I think he's gonna do it!The crowd all stands up as Oblivion walks over to Nightingale and picks him up and grabs him by the throat. He picks up James with both hands choking him! Billy: HES GONNA CHOKESLAM HIM OFF!Just then Adrian hits a chairshot across the back of Oblivion! Nightingale is released! He falls onto the stage! Billy: WHERE DID HE COME FROM?!Chris Avery: WHO CARES! HE JUST SAVED NIGHITNGALE! AND ITS ALL LEGAL!Adrian backs up because Oblivion didn't give two shits about that chair shot. Adrian goes to swing again but Oblivion blocks it and throws the chair down! He turns around and Sanchez hits a spear taking Oblivion straight down! Billy: OH MY!!Chris Avery: SANCHEZ OUT OF NOWHERE!The crowd boos as James gets to his knees catching his breath and he's pointing towards the end of the stage and he's nodding. Billy: No, don't do it!Oblivion is picked up by Sanchez and Adrian and thrown right off the fucking stage and Oblivion flips forward and crashes onto the production boxes and PYRO shoots off everywhere! Over the ring! The ring posts! The op of the stage! Fireworks and blasts of explosions light off from the boxes Oblivion just smashed through! Chris Avery: OH MY GOD!! THEY JUST ABOUT KILLED OBLIVION!!Billy: THESE GUYS DONT GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT ANYONE!! JUST THEMSELVES!Nightingale is all smiles as he points towards Obi and tells them to "come on!" Nightingale limps holding his back down the ramp as Sanchez and Adrian grab the body of Oblivion through the debris of the boxes and whatever else was down there. He looks just about dead. They hold him up like Weekend at Bernies and stumble him around the stage and ramp to the ring. Inside the ring Nightingale as put the table in the corner standing up. He's telling them to roll Oblivion into the ring. They do. They get into the ring as Nightingale has them pick him up and James talks shit to the Monster before hitting As Daylight Dies! Billy: OH MY!! OBLIVION IS DOWN!Nightingale pins. One! Two! Oblivion kicks out. James slaps the mat and stands up and stomps on Oblivion and demands Adrian and Sanchez to pick up Obi again. He tells him to hold Obi right in front of the table. Nightingale goes for another elbow but Obi kicks Nightingale in the arm, blocking it! Billy: WHOA!! OBI HAS SOME LIFE LEFT!Oblivion throws Adrian off of him and turns Sanchez around and hits a boot to the chest sending Sanchez down! Adrian is up but Oblivion shitcans him out of the ring! Nightingale is SUPERKICKED! Oblivion turns around and SOMEONE DROPKICKS OBLIVION BACKWARDS AND OBI SMASHES THROUGH THE TABLE!! Billy: OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL!?Chris Avery: WHO.. WHO.. WHAT IS SHE DOING!?The crowd can't believe it as Sanchez is shocked. Adrian smirks. Nightingale is on the canvas starting to smile. CLAIRE HAWKINS stands up and looks at Oblivion coughing in the table debris. She turns around and extends an arm down to Nightingale. Chris Avery: OH MY GOD.Billy: HOLY SHIT WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!Nightingale smiles as she pulls him up and James pulls her in close and they butt foreheads together. Sanchez pats Claire on the back as she clears the table debris. The crowd is full on booing. Adrian, Claire, and Sanchez pick up Oblivion.. Billy: WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING!?Chris Avery: SHES HELPING JAMES NIGHTINGALE?! WHAT THE HELL FOR?!James grabs Oblivion from them and he cradles the arms and picks up Oblivion, all of them assisting in anyway they can, and Nightingale drops to his ass and PILEDRIVES Obis head into the mat! Billy: MY GOD!! HE MIGHT BE DEAD!!Chris Avery: THE STIFFEST MERCY KILLING IVE EVER SEEN!Nightingale pins Oblivion with the utmost confidence. He smiles with every count. Adrian, Sanchez and Claire are highfiving and shit. One. Two. Three. Billy: DAMN WHAT A MENACING GROUP THIS IS!Chris Avery: WE KNEW THINGS WOULD GET VIOLENT BUT HOLY SHIT!Nightingale stands up as the victor and they shove the ref back and he exits the ring quickly and the music stops as they're not done. Billy: OH COME ON!!The chain is used once again and Adrian and Sanchez are holding Oblivion up as Claire Hawkins hits a kick to his gut, a spin kick to his chest, and then a kick to his head knocking Oblivion down to the canvas! Nightingale wraps the chain around his fist and kneels over Oblivion and punches him once, twice, three times! A fourth, fifth and a sixth time! A few refs are trying to stop the madness but Sanchez, Hawkins and Adrian are keeping them at bay. Nightingale rips the mesh over Oblivions head and hits a few more strikes with the chain over Oblivion making contact with the bloody skin! Billy: OH MY GOD! STOP THIS!Nightingale stands up and drops the chain down onto Oblivion and then poses with Hawkins, Adrian and Sanchez. A medical team and some more refs are at ringside rolling Oblivion out of the ring. Billy: That's the #1 contender! He has Walter at Execution for Walters Heavyweight Championship in a Diggers Dungeon Execution Cage match, where MS-13 can be surrounding the ring if they want to! Does that mean Sanchez, Hawkins, Adrian.. they'll be standing around the damn cage?!Chris Avery: I don't know!Billy: Oh for what it's worth, Sanchez is the DAMN MAYOR of Chicago! That's where Execution is taking place!Chris Avery: I don't know what's going to happen, Billy, this is still shocking to me!They continue to pose in the ring WHEN SOMEONE PUNCHES UP FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE RING!! HIS FIST POPS UP THROUGH THE PLYWOOD AND MAT CANVAS!Billy: HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL?!They all scatter back as Walter pops his head up from under the ring with the most menacing look anyone has ever seen before. They exit the ring but Nightingale just stares from the outside as Walter bursts upwards and the plywood crumbles from his shoulders and neck. Walter smashes his fist down onto the mat canvas and then rips the canvas with his bare hands. Walter pulls himself up and throws the plywood boards out of his way. Sanchez, Adrian, and Hawkins are up the ramp as Nightingale just smiles from half way up the ramp. Walter turns and hits a running kick to the middle turnbuckle and the ring moves a few inches. Billy: JESUS CHRIST HE JUST MOVED THE RING!Chris Avery: IS THIS THE MAN EVOLVED.. FINALLY, COMPLETELY.. UNLEASHED?!Walter smashes his fist down on the top turnbuckle and it SNAPS off the post and the top rope breaks down. Billy: HOLY SHIT.The crowd is popping for this INSANE strength. Nightingale just stares a hole through Walter. Walter stares a hole through Nightingale. We fade off the air.
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