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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 18:58:45 GMT -5
We open up in the hallway of Jaice and the child army stopping Pasternak just before he gets to his office. Alexander Pasternak: Oh man, what now, Jaice?Jaice Wilds: He's here.Pasternak rolls his eyes and opens his office door. He steps in and we see who "he" is. It's Torture. Torture: Son! Glad you're here.Alexander Pasternak: Whats going on?Pasternaks energy changes with the question. Torture smiles. Torture: We just need to talk to make sure we're keeping the roster safe, we're doing everything we can to ensure we're running things to the best of our power, yada, yada, listen, I want to know who the #1 contender is.The crowd laughs. Pasternak rolls his eyes. Alexander Pasternak: Listen, tonight we're going to announce the #1 contenders to the Tag Team Championships in a special match. I want to showcase the originals of Clash, like myself.Torture: So who is the #1 contender for the World Championship?Alexander Pasternak: How about this.. I'll give ya another hit. He's been a Champion before.Torture: World Champion? You signed Speede to anothe-Alexander Pasternak: I didn't say World Champion, anyways.. Dad, I have to get to work.Torture: Well, I need to ask why theres a cage hanging above the ring tonight?Alexander Pasternak: A what?!Jaice speaks up. Jaice Wilds: I meant to tell you about that too, boss. I think James Nightingale and MS-13 have something planned. Something about a teaser for this Sundays Execution.Alexander Pasternak: Oh gosh..Torture: See, we need to talk about keeping our roster safe. God knows what's going to happen..We fade out with Pasternak pulling out his cell phone and getting to work.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:01:57 GMT -5
Vincent Cross vs. Nidrah Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 286 lbs... VINCENT CROSS!!The lights go out and "Zero" by Smashing Pumpkins 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: We got a HELL of an opening match, as this big sumbitch comes snarlin' down to the ring.Chris Avery: Well, Cross' size is impressive, Billy, but in the weeks he's been part of the AW roster, he hasn't used that very effectively.Adilene Floyd: And his opponent, from Olympia, Washington, she weighs in at 150 lbs... NIDRAH!!"Destiny" by Malagrino starts playing and Nidrah comes down to the ring. She fives the fans. She enters the ring and poses for the fans and they cheer for her. Billy: And another newcomer to the AW roster, in her second outing this time, she's still trying to impress the management here and is looking for that W tonight.Chris Avery: Yeah, but again, she came in on fire last week but fell in her first match, she's gonna have to work doubly hard to bounce back from that.Cross and Nidrah both circle the ring before going for a tie-up. Cross immediately flings Nidrah halfway across the ring in a display of strength. Nidrah rolls to a crouched position and eyes the bigger Cross warily. She comes back towards him for another tieup, but gets thrown to the mat with the same result. Nidrah shakes her head in irritation, as she gets back up to her feet. She moves towards Cross, who smirks a little at the size differential between them. Nidrah sweeps in and gives him a kick to the hamstring, then another, and another. She tries for one more, but Cross grabs her foot and places a hand on her chest and physically hurls her across the ring. Nidrah, dazed, pulls herself up on the ropes. Cross tells her to come on. Chris Avery: Not necessarily a knock against Nidrah, but there's simply no way around it... she can't equal the great strength and power of Cross.Billy: Cross's doing the right thing, showing her what her place is in the grand scheme of things. Soon she'll be free to make me a sammich.Chris Avery: I doubt that's ever actually going to happen.Nidrah ducks under Cross's outstretched hands and gives him a forearm shot to the mouth, then she lights up his legs with a few kicks, including a straight stomp right on the knee. Nidrah backs up to the ropes, but Cross gives Nidrah a back drop that sends her sailing high into the air and crashing down on the mat. Nidrah shouts in pain and holds her lower back. Billy: SHITFIRE, Cross just gave Nidrah some flying lessons!Cross lifts her up with ease and plants Nidrah with a scoop slam. Nidrah grits her teeth and hisses in pain, as she holds her lower back. Cross lifts Nidrah back up, clubbing her over the back a few times, which completely floors Nidrah. Cross irish whips her to the ropes, and as she comes back off Cross swings for a clothesline but Nidrah ducks under it and keeps running to the opposite ropes. She flings herself at Cross for a Thesz press, but Cross catches onto her in midair, holding her in a bear hug of sorts before lowering her across his knee with a Manhattan drop. Nidrah sits down on Cross's knee, as Cross pulls her into a facelock and drops her to the mat with a DDT. Cross then rolls over on top of Nidrah, attempting to lock on a standing camel clutch submission. Nidrah reaches out quickly and scoots to the ropes before the hold can be fully applied. The ref tells Cross to break the hold and he does, holding his hands up innocently. Cross lifts Nidrah up, and whips her into the corner. He comes in looking for a corner splash but Nidrah quickly slips out so that she's halfway onto the apron, sitting on the middle rope with her legs out. Cross hits the turnbuckle and staggers backwards. He turns towards Nidrah, to one side, and she tilts back and brings her legs up, connecting right in his face. Cross stumbles back, and Nidrah gets back into the ring. She gets a running start and then dropkicks Cross right in the knee. Billy: I think Nidrah has found her own strategy as a way to take Cross down.Nidrah grabs Cross's leg and hooks his foot under her arm as if for a DDT and then drops back, slamming in on the mat. Cross grimaces and holds his leg and knee. Nidrah straightens the leg out and then drops a knee across the leg. Then she puts all her weight on it as she grabs his foot and bends upwards, twisting it. Cross groans and tries to push her off. He reaches for her, but she moves back out of his reach. The ref asks if Cross gives up, but Cross says no. Cross swings at her, but again Nidrah moves her head back, as she continues twisting upwards on his leg. Again, the official asks if Cross will give up, but he refuses. Finally, Nidrah releases the hold. She gets to her feet and gives Cross a low straight kick right to the sternum as he sits up. After she knocks Cross down on the mat, she runs off the ropes, does a cheerleader-ish high split kick, then she drops her leg across his throat with a leg drop. Cross rolls around, holding his throat. Nidrah pins him. One... Kickout. Cross gets to one knee, as Nidrah boots him down a little. Suddenly, Cross comes out with a European uppercut that nearly knocks her head off. Cross gets to his feet, limping a bit. Cross turns Nidrah around and clubs her over the back. He hooks her head and lifts her up into a vertical suplex. He holds on for a moment, stalling and turning her around as he holds her up in the air in a display of strength, before bringing her crashing down to the mat. Cross plants Nidrah into the mat with another scoop slam. His face is deadly serious as he paces around, staring at her. Cross pulls Nidrah back up into a waistlock, and begins giving her a German suplex. Nidrah scrambles over to the ropes and grabs on to the top rope, holding on for dear life and attempting to block it. Cross clubs her across the back a few times, as he tries to suplex her, but she hangs on. The referee tells them to break it up out of the ropes. Cross and the ref argue for a moment, as Nidrah continues holding on to the ropes. Cross finally turns back to Nidrah, who slips out onto the apron and gives Cross a kick to the midsection. Nidrah then hangs grips Cross's head and pulls it down, hanging him up throat first on the top rope. Cross goes stumbling back, holding his throat. Nidrah gets back in the ring and takes Cross down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. Nidrah waits for Cross to recover, and she attempts to give him a leg drop bulldog, but Cross ducks his head under it and waits until her leg is perpendicular to his head and then he grip on to it, as he gets to his feet, lifting her up onto his shoulders and countering into an electric chair drop. Chris Avery: Cross was able to counter!Cross lifts Nidrah off the canvas and gives her a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, leaving Nidrah laying across his knee. Cross then lifts the smaller opponent as he stands up, and drops her with a back suplex. Cross walks away towards one of the corners as Nidrah slowly makes her way to her feet, and as Cross circles around he nails Nidrah with a big boot to the face that sends her off her feet. Nidrah lays on the mat, dazed and not knowing where she is. Cross lifts Nidrah back up and whips her off the ropes. As Nidrah bounces off the ropes, Cross lifts her up onto her shoulder before dropping her with a powerslam. Cross covers... One... Two... Kickout. Nidrah rolls outside the ring to recuperate. Cross follows right behind her. After a moment, Nidrah starts to get to her feet. She makes her way around the ring. Cross pursues Nidrah around the ring. Nidrah comes around the corner where the announcer table is, and she jumps on the corner of the table just as Cross comes around the corner by the ringpost. Nidrah jumps back with a springboard forearm knocking her back against the barricade and knocking Cross back against the ringpost. Cross then launches himself forward going for a clothesline, but Nidrah ducks and Cross gets nothing but ringpost. As Cross backs away from the turnbuckle holding his shoulder, Nidrah takes him down to the padded floor with a springboard legscissor off the ring apron. Cross rolls to the outside, and the ref is counting them both out. Nidrah rolls back in the ring, staring at Cross with intense focus. Cross, meanwhile, is pulling himself up. Nidrah goes for a baseball slide, but Cross moves out of the way and lets Nidrah go by him. Cross goes for a clothesline, but again Nidrah ducks. Cross and Nidrah both rise to a standing position as Cross wraps his arms around Nidrah's waist and powers her into the ring apron with force, as Nidrah screams. The ref has begun counting them out again. One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Cross quickly walks over and rolls in the ring and back out to break the count. Cross then rolls Nidrah back into the ring before entering the ring himself. Nidrah grabs Cross' arm and attempts to whip him to the ropes, but Cross resists by planting his feet. He sends her into the far ropes with everything he has. Nidrah hits the ropes fast, so fast in fact that Cross can't get to his feet completely by the time she returns, and she grabs Cross around the neck before hitting a spinning neckbreaker on him in the middle of the ring. Nidrah, completely spent, is down and breathing heavily, and Cross is staring straight up. A figure suddenly slides into the ring, bearing a kendo stick in one hand. Clad in his ring gear and vest, his hair tied back, is Downfall. He's easily to his feet and raining down kendo stick strikes across the back of Nidrah. The referee, seeing him dishing out the beating, begins ordering the bell rung again and again. Downfall turns to Vincent Cross, laying some sweltering shots across the broad shoulders of the big man, and a particularly nasty hit to the back of the head that lands with a sickening crack. Downfall turns back to Nidrah, giving her another shot between the shoulder blades. Nidrah screams, and arches her back and tenses her shoulder blades up, already showcasing red welts under her top. Downfall steps back, twirling the stick around dangerously. Billy: Downfall ain't letting either one of these two competitors even breathe before he jumped the ring, as he's been known to do.Chris Avery: Yeah Billy, but he's also making a point. He hurts people, badly. That's what he's been known to do, too.The crowd is showering Downfall with heat, and he leans his head back, breathing it in with a disdainful sneer on his face. The referee tries to wave Downfall off, telling him that's enough. Downfall, arrogantly grabs his face and pie-faces him, pushing him to the ground. Then, Downfall, still twirling the kendo stick with his fingers and walking around the ring, goes over to the announcer side and demands Adilene's mic. When he speaks his words are venomously kind and gracious, he smirks. Downfall: You should be thanking me, from letting these two knuckle-dragging Australopithecine's waste any more of this company's airtime, or your precious oxygen. You're welcome.His face reads that he wants to spit on them, as he looks down with disdain. Downfall: I've had an interesting few weeks... chasing "Understudy's", giving Make-A-Wish kids tours... But since I broke OG Bishop, what I have not been given a lot of, is competition.Then, he looks down at the smaller Nidrah, sensing wounded prey. She crawls towards the ropes. He pokes the end of the kendo stick down on her neck, pinning her. Downfall: I'm not going to be denied.Lifting the kendo stick up to sit cocked on his shoulder like a sword, he stares guns down at the camera. Downfall: While this company hands out every type of prize to weaklings, I'm supposed to just sit around and twiddle my thumbs, I guess. Perhaps they want me on the back burner while my buddy Matthias Mintzel tries to get past Execution with the Pure championship intact, or maybe they want to stick me in the 12-man whateverthefuck gauntlet for the Television title at Clash 100, or maybe... just maybe... they're hoping I'll sit silently by, sit in the back, and not come out here with the intention of putting more of their roster on the shelf.He smiles coldly. Downfall: Like Dionysus.He takes a second to smile as the crowd boo's him louder, at his grim reminder. Downfall: But tonight shows, and my entire history shows, I have no problem jumping the line and the barricade. I have no problem attacking your people anytime, anywhere, in the ring or backstage. I have no problem stacking bodies like cord wood until there's no chocie but to give me what I'm due. Matthias Mintzel barely scraped by me once, and he's the only one that even slowed me down so far. So if you'll quit wasting this company's time with -Pointing down at Nidrah. Downfall: -- This, then I won't have to use these measures any more. Because I came to wreak pure havoc, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.Downfall lets that one marinate with the crowd, who are buzzing uneasily. Downfall spares Nidrah another look as he exits the ring.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:13:41 GMT -5
Stuart Slane Segment
We move to a view of the parking area outside the Ice Snow Arena. An obnoxiously loud pink VW Cabriolet convertible slides into view with a subdued purring. Inside this veritable Barbie car are Circe de Cicero, President of the Stuart Slane booster club and CEO of People for the Ethical Treatment of Swine and her ally Stuart Slane. Slane for one looks mildly uncomfortable in the ultra feminine conveyance. As de Cicero parks the car Slane leaps over the door and onto the pavement Hazzard style in case any of his coworkers might spy him sitting inside and think it his. Circe takes a moment to adjust the rear view mirror and then adjust her hair as Stuart Slane waits impatiently beside the car. She looks up one last time into the mirror and sighs with an impatient air. Circe Cicero: Great. North Dakota's finest is going to dent my baby. Get his license plate Stuart.Slane looks behind the car to see what looks like a rusted old feed truck making a three point turn directly behind them. The driver has somehow turned themselves nearly sideways in the tight lane of the parking lot. Stuart Slane: Don't worry Circe, old fellow is just turning around. Quite skillfully I might add. There's no way he'll hit your…CRUNCH!!!! Slane is interrupted by the screeching metal sound of the feed truck backing into the rear of the VW. He opens the passenger door and leans in to check on de Cicero as another grinding metal sound begins. Slane spies the back of the feed truck tilting upwards and steps out to give the driver a piece of his mind. He looks at the side mirror of the farm truck and locks eyes with Cormack MacNeill. His state of shock is broken by the first spray of blood striking him in the face. Looking back at the VW and its occupant he sees an avalanche of blood and gristle and assorted noses, feet, and entrails of a distinctly porcine variety. Circe de Cicero is screaming in sheer terror as she is drenched in the blood and guts of her beloved swine. Slane dives into the front seat and tries to shield her from the gore and viscera raining down as the grinding metallic noise can be heard again. Looking up Slane can see the truck slowly driving off towards the arena exit. With a happy toot-toot of its horn it drives out of view leaving a soaked and disgusted twosome coated in literal blood and guts.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:15:16 GMT -5
Oblivion vs. Randy Buster
The house lights slowly go dim. Lights, in the colors of aqua, ocean, royal and navy blue slowly brighten up The Ice Snow Arena. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed arena. The atmosphere begins to change as the crowd is cheering. "Battle Cry" by Imagine Dragons begins to play. The eerie, soothing music begins to play. The crowd begins to murmur. Billy: I'm going to go ahead and say it now...Chris Avery: NO!!! I will... SHIT FIRE!! By now, we all know what happened to Oblivion.Billy: Yea, IT got abducted. But, Chris... no one truly knows what happened.Chris Avery: Maybe, those in the mysterious W.H.O., ONLY truly knows.Explosive bright blue fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly down the entrance ramp, with a empty, cold, distance stare, across IT's face. Chris Avery: Is it me or does it look like that doesn't look like our Oblivion and who is THAT walking next to "Oblivion".The music continues. Oblivion and the Lead Agent of the W.H.O. continues to walk down to the edge of the entrance stage. Adilene Floyd: From the darkest corner, of the worst part of town... Weighing in at 296 pounds... IT is The Methodical Nightmare... Oblivion!!Oblivion is slowly walking down the aisle. The Lead Agent, of the W.H.O. looks at a nearby camera, slowly lowering his black sunglasses. The Agent continues to walk. The Monster runs up the steel steps and climbs the turnbuckle from out the ring, once again throwing up IT's massive right arm. Oblivion enters the ring, stand in the center of the ring with the Lead Agent of the W.H.O. Chris Avery: You see what I'm talk about?!Billy: Yea!! This version Oblivion is apathetic. Disinterested.Some Kind of Monster by Metallica is playing loud and the older fans react and the newer fans are still getting used to this old man, however Randy Buster walks himself down the ramp high-fiving some of the fans along the way. He walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron and steps through the ropes a bit gingerly but still pulls it off with the same pizzazz from his early years. He goes to the turnbuckles and climbs up to the middle rope and poses and smiles for the camera phones. He misses the flash bulbs popping off but he's still happy to be in the ring where he belongs. He's ready for the match up. DING DING DING Oblivion ties up with Buster and whips him to the corner where he hits a back elbow. Obi takes Buster out and drops him with a simple sidewalk slam. Obi starts talking to himself and the lead agent of WHO or something. Obi turns around but Buster is up and hits a right hand! He hits another right hand! Obi is whipped to the ropes and Buster hits a back hand chop and sends Obi down! Buster hits the ropes and comes back with a running clothesline sending Obi back down! Obi gets up and Buster hits a back body drop! Buster leans against the ropes and he's feeling it! The crowd is cheering. Buster grabs Obi and twirls his finger in the air for the Brain-Buster finisher but Obi quickly powerslams Buster onto his back and goes for a cover! One! Two! Buster kicks out! Obi picks up Buster and throws him to the ropes and hits a headbutt to the chest sending him down! Obi hits the ropes and walks over and drops a headbutt to the head of Buster! He pins! One! Two! Buster kicks out again! Buster gets to the ropes and pulls himself up and stumbles over and Oblivion drops him with a T-Bone suplex! He covers again! One! Two! Buster kicks up! Billy: Buster is resilient!Oblivion says its over and throws Buster to the corner and Obi signals for a spear of some sort. He comes rushing in but Buster side steps! Oblivion crashes into the turnbuckles! Buster hits a Russian Leg Sweep sending Oblivion down! The crowd pops! Billy: He's signaling for it!Buster gets up quick, he grabs Oblivion, turns him around and locks him in place. He lifts up Oblivion as much as he can and hits the Brain Buster! Chris Avery: HE HIT IT!! HE HIT IT!!Buster is shocked and throws both arms over for the pin! One! Two! Three! Billy: RANDY BUSTER IS THE WINNER!DING DING DING Buster sits up and can't believe it! The ref raises his arm in victory! Chris Avery: What a victory! Randy Buster has now won a match in each decade for the last 40 years! What an accomplishment!Billy: Has anyone ever done that?Chris Avery: I don't think so!Buster is high fiving some fans at ringside and is pumping his fist! He's taking huge breaths and sliding what hair he has left backwards. Billy: What a night!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:16:50 GMT -5
Carter Shaw..
The cameras cut to a back hallway, the All-In briefcase swinging in hand. A pan-out, naturally, shows Carter Shaw walking with purpose in the back of the arena. The crowd pops loud for him, but his face tells a less loving story. He looks down at the two pictures that Corey Bull left his latest riddles on, shaking his head at them every time he reads them. Billy: Shaw has had one hell of a week already, and it appears he’s still caught up in Corey Bull’s game.Chris Avery: This dude’s been runnin’ all over the place, following these riddles to find his kidnapped sister. I feel for him. We haven’t seen Corey Bull on Clash since Uprising.Billy: He’s just been wreaking havoc on Shaw’s life since he won the All-In briefcase.Shaw follows a few different hallways, as he reads his current focus aloud from Bull’s written message. Carter Shaw: You had some fun in your little run but it is time to come clean. So go where the girls go if you know what I mean... There you will find a mirror for the famous, but informative to all. It'll show you the world, but it may be a bit small.He stops in front of a large door and turns his body to it. The women's locker room. Only regularly used by newer signees to the company, AW still provides it as a public changing place, even in arenas that can provide private locker rooms for the stars of the company. Shaw slowly turns the knob of the door, knocking once it’s half-open. Carter Shaw: Hello? Anyone in here?He waits an extra moment of silence before pushing the door open to an empty locker room. A couple bags sit against the far wall, but otherwise it hasn’t been used much by anyone for tonight’s show. Shaw walks into the center of the room, looking around for further context before the next move becomes glaringly obvious. A TV sits on a wheeler against the far wall, an old VCR sits atop of it with a post-it note over the play button. The TV was commonplace. The VCR was anything but. “tHe End iS nEAr” The note was written in red. Shaw looks around the empty room one more time before bracing himself and reaching forward to turn on the TV and press the play button. Static fills the screen for a moment as it struggles to power up before showing none other than Samantha Shaw sitting in a chair facing forward. A murmur can be heard before Samantha, looking annoyed and frazzled, uses freed hands to hold up a large poster board to the camera. The time is drawing closer Shaw And soon your blood will boil Come down to my world below Where the darkness is as black as oilCarter’s got both hands resting on top of the TV as he stares at the message, reading it, trying to stay focused through the fury of the continuous taunting, now having to see Sam again in Bull’s captivity. Atleast he knew she was alive. After enough reading time, she drops the first poster board and holds up a second one. There you’ll find a mirror That leads to the rhyme from before I’ll start at the top for you And you can watch it eat down to the floorThe screen cuts to static, an evil cackle heard for just a brief moment beforehand. Carter slowly reaches down and turns off the TV. He stands motionless for a bit before lifting his white boot right into the screen, shattering it into large chunks to the floor of the locker room. Carter Shaw: She better be in that FUCKING BOILER ROOM.He yells as he storms out of the locker room in a fury. Billy: Well, we all know Corey Bull lives in the boiler rooms of arenas. If he is actually here, that is.Chris Avery: Watch out for traps, Shaw!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:17:21 GMT -5
Lost Breed Segment
The scene opens to reveal the lovely face of Action Wrestling's effervescent backstage correspondent Jenna Bauer standing amidst the various concrete and steel constructs that made up a particular parking section of the Ice Snow Arena; a microphone in hand and an anxious light in her eyes. Yet, even before she could utter the customary greeting that so often preceded, an impressively expensive jet black limousine pulled into the scene; parking a mere four meters away. Moving as quickly as she could, Jenna quickly made her way closer to the elongated vehicle just as the driver had opened one of the rearmost doors. One by one various individuals climbed out of the car until two, in particular, caught the attention of everyone watching; David Sanchez and Claire Hawkins. Jenna Bauer: Excuse me, but could I get a comment about what happened last week?The two in question look at one another for a moment before Sanchez simply shrugs; allowing his ruby-eyed companion to take the stage. Claire Hawkins: What happened last week was nothing more than a triviality as the crowning of the new Action Wrestling World Champion draws near.Jenna Bauer: New World Champion? Are you talking about your fellow Lost Breed member? Is James Nightingale here? Can I get a word with him?Claire Hawkins: Unfortunately, the man that so many are desperately seeking is not here nor will he be for the rest of the evening; after all, he is a busy man with no time for such trivialities such as this.Jenna Bauer: Not here? Wouldn't that mean that the two of you are easy targets fo-Claire Hawkins: For who? Walter? Walter is nothing more than a desperate man that has devolved due to the fear of his obsession that is his fear; James Nightingale.Jenna Bauer: Bu-Claire Hawkins: Besides; we are only but two that are known.A look of confusion appears upon Jenna's features; confusion and subsequent concern as a knowing sinister smile played upon the blackened lips of Claire. Jenna Bauer: Wait, what are you trying to say? There are more of you?Claire Hawkins: At Execution; the maw of disaster shall be revealed once thee three crows caw. Quoth the Witch; Forevermore.With the notion of a fourth member now officially implanted within the minds of all; Sanchez, Hawkins, and the rest of the people around them walk off; leaving Jenna alone. Well, at least for a moment before Claire abruptly burst back into the frame in order to unleash a savagely guttural scream that sent Jenna sprawling to the concrete floor out of sheer panicked terror as the scene faded to black.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:18:59 GMT -5
The Storm vs. Milk Crate Inc.
Milk Crate are already in the ring. Billy: We got a tag team match coming up next!Chris Avery: The Storm is in action, and as of late they've picked up a win almost every week in the tag division!Billy: Not exactly #1 contenders just yet, but they're putting up strong showings. They're going to be facing Tag Team Champions in no time!“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. DING DING DING Both Milk Crate boys stumble across the ring but it's America Jackson catching hte right hand and hitting a kick sending him backwards and then a hip toss putting one of them down. Carter hits a crossbody after whipping one of them across the ring too. Billy: Wow, already doing damage!America and Zaigon pick up one of them and hit the Death Sentence! The other Milk Crate member rushes over but they hit Project Trinity on them! They both cover Milk Crate bodies. One. Two. Three. Billy: Its over!Chris Avery: The Storm, unsurprising, is victorious again!The Storm get up and celebrate. Billy: I'm telling you! I think we are seeing a new strong tag team emerging in this tag division!Chris Avery: Storm is off to a great start!We fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:19:21 GMT -5
The Storm Segment
Backstage, we see the locker room of America Jackson and Mr. Zaigon Carter. Jenna Bauer has arrived there, standing between the pair who have just returned after their victory. Jenna Bauer: Gentleman, I was told you requested some time after your match. What’s going on?Mr. Carter: They wouldn’t even send the former athlete in here? Typical. Fine. Look broad, America and I didn’t come here to be booked against low life shit birds. Of course we’re going to beat them. Hell, if we really wanted to we could probably kill them. Not like America would miss two more bearded fucks who have less brain cells than welfare checks.America Jackson: Yeah I wouldn’t miss ‘em at allMr. Carter: No not...look. What we’re saying is with our status in AW, that demands a certain level of respect and right now NOBODY is honoring that respect. Nobody is providing it, and that doesn’t sit well with us. Not one damn bit.Jenna Bauer: Well to be fair Zaigon…Mr. Carter: MR. CARTER. Christ, see this is what I’m TALKING about. A high profile signing like me, and YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY GOD DAMN NAME! You know what?Mr. Carter snatches the microphone out of Bauers’ hands, taking her by surprise as the fans boo how he’s treating her. Mr. Carter snarls at her. Mr. Carter: You’re no longer needed here, get out. Go put on some makeup or put in a tampon or try to find someone to pity fuck you so you can entrap them for child support like most women do to great athletes. Go, leave.Louder boos now as Bauer leaves in disgust, leaving the Storm alone. Mr. Carter: Now that SHE’S gone, here’s the reality. As of this moment we are not booked on Execution. The best tag team not just in this company but in ALL of wrestling doesn’t have a match. That is bullshit, but like I promised this week either you give us what we want or we will take it. So I’m here to announce the Storm open challenge. Anyone out there who wants a piece of us, or hell even just of the best wrestler in the world today Mr. Zaigon Carter, you have an open invitation to Execution. Just be ready when you arrive for one thing.America Jackson: To lose!Mr. Carter throws the microphone against the wall, with a loud electrical noise coming from it as it collides. The scene fades with the two men standing there, looking as unhappy as they were when they started.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:19:46 GMT -5
Randy Buster Segment Jenna Bauer: Ladies and gentlemen, it's my honor, I was a fan of his when I was a little girl and now I get to interview him. Please welcome RANDY BUSTER!The crowd has a little pop as Buster comes into frame with a towel around his neck. He's dripping wet still from his match. Jenna Bauer: How excited are you that you won a match here in Action Wrestling?Randy Buster: You know Jenna, I'm so damn excited! I knew I had it in me, I knew I could do it once I hit sober, once I got my mind right, once I got my body right. I know I'm far from what and who I used to be, but tonight, I feel like I did in 1989 when I won my first Television Championship! I'm so damn excited!Jenna Bauer: How do you want to keep this momentum going?Randy Buster: I was told by the higher ups that I don't have a match at Execution and that's ok. There are plenty of stars here in Action Wrestling that are a million times better than me but all I ask is for a match at Clash100. I'm one of the old guys, I know, I'm not trying to take up a spot, I'm not trying to work into any match that I'm not qualified for. I just want a match at Clash100. I'll do anything. I'll fight anyone. Please, Alexander Pasternak, or the higher ups please put me in a match. I know I can compete still. I know I can do it. I feel it in my heart. Please look into your heart, please, please think of me when you're announcing Clash100.Jenna Bauer: I've always been a fan, sir, thank you for the time.Randy Buster: I'm going to facetime my grandkids right now, I'm so excited, tonight was the best night...Buster wipes a small tear from his eye. Randy Buster: Tonight was the best night in a long time, Jenna. Thank you.Buster walks off with the towel over his face. Jenna Bauer: Awww, guys, back to you!We cut back to Billy and Chris Avery. Billy: Come on! Lets get Buster on the card!Chris Avery: He's such a great guy, he deserves it! What a worker!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:23:12 GMT -5
Sam Kidsgrove vs. Chase Jackson
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. Without warning, the music abruptly stops and the arena lights shut off. Billy: Uh oh. Lights out, that can’t be good.Chris Avery: It never is, Billy.The ActionTron comes to life with static, which resolves into an interior shot of a hospital; the nurses’ station, deserted; hallways, empty. The view moves down a corridor to a door marked “Private.” Two heavily armed security guards lie unconscious on the floor. The door opens, and the camera moves in to focus on the unmoving form of Emily Deschanel. Standing over her, a lithe figure just discernible in the shadows. Billy: It’s Nightingale come back to finish what he started!The figure moves into the light. Chris Avery: No! It’s Bonnie Blue!Bonnie Blue: Hiya, Sam! Hey, Zooey. I know y’all were worried about dear, sweet Emily… so I took the liberty of comin’ here myself to check up on her personally. Good thing, too. Your security guys? Well, let’s just say they didn’t put up much of a fight. Might want to renegotiate what you’re payin’ for these clowns.In the ring, Zooey looks up wide-eyed with concern, while Kidsgrove scowls at the ‘Tron. With delicate grace, the Serpentine brushes a strand of hair from Emily’s face. Sam Kidsgrove: Bonnie, don’t you dare --Bonnie Blue: What, Sam? Hurt her? Wouldn’t dream of it. I am shocked, frankly, that you’d think so little of me. She’s perfectly safe in my care. As a matter of fact, Sam, I can do what all these doctors, all this technology, can’t: I can fix her. Good as new.A predatory smile settles on her lips, revealing the slightest glimpse of a double pair of fangs, as she traces one finger along the side of the comatose woman’s neck. Bonnie Blue: Better than new. All it takes to wake her is just.. one… kiss….She leans down, as if to demonstrate -- and the ActionTron abruptly cuts out. Section by section, the arena lights come back on. Kidsgove and Zooey exchange a look. At a nod of understanding from Sam, Zooey Deschanel rushes from the ring. Chris Avery: Zooey is out of here Billy! Wonder if she can make it in time!Billy: …Chris Avery: Really? You’re going to refuse to talk whenever they are in the same room as you? Our audience can’t see the notes you’re passing to me!The bell rings, Jackson immediately rushes Kidsgrove as Kidsgrove is looking forlornly at Zooey who’s rushing back up to the stage. He seems to be in two minds whether to stay or follow her, but it’s too late now! Chris Avery: I agree Billy! Without Zooey, Kidsgrove looks distracted!Jackson hits Kidsgrove with the love shot! Chris Avery: Oh my god! Yes I know Billy, that came out of nowhere!1 2 Chris Avery: Kidsgrove kicks out! Yes Billy, it looks like Jackson is looking for another! No! I’m not going to yell, I don’t care if it brings an element of excitement! I yell when appropriate, not all the time. No. I’m not going to do that, don’t be vulgar.Kidsgrove is trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head as he uses the ropes to try and stand up, Jackson is in the corner just looking, waiting and itching to hit another! Chris Avery: And An….No! Yes I saw that Billy! Kidsgrove hits him with a stunt double! Now a Box Office Smash!!!!!1 2 3!!!!! Chris Avery: Kidsgrove wins! He was clocked by Jackson but seemed to recover quickly! Bonnie’s distraction almost worked! No Billy, I don’t think Zooey will be at catering right now.Kidsgrove doesn’t hang around for any post match celebrations, he slides out of the ring and heads straight after Zooey, only stopping when the referee grabs him and hands him the US title. Billy: ANOTHER GREAT WIN FOR SAM KIDSGROVE THERE CHRIS! BUT WHAT IS THAT THING WITH BONNIE ALL ABOUT? I HOPE EMILY WILL BE OK, I HATE THAT SHE’S IN DANGER. WHOEVER CAUSED THAT NEEDS TO BE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE.Chris Avery: It….Never mind, I hope they get to her in time Billy! Speaking of time, let’s go to commercials!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:23:45 GMT -5
Carter Shaw part 2..
We cut to the entrance to the boiler room. Carter Shaw has found it and, after storming through the entire arena looking for it, slows as he enters. It looks exactly how you would expect. Dark; the only lighting looked like emergency lighting. Shaw slowly moves through, looking around into the dark corners of the vast room. He pulls his cell phone out to use as a flashlight, walking by a burner that makes him stop. A picture it taped to it, an old family picture of Carter, his brother and his parents. Carter yanks it off of the boiler. Carter Shaw: Fucker…He continues to make his way through the room, the sound of a furnace kicking on actually making him jump a bit. Carter Shaw: SAM?!He yells her name to check for any response, in case this was finally the place Corey Bull was keeping her. He turns a corner to another sector of the room and freezes in place as he comes across a small circle of burning charcoal. Perplexed and anxious, he proceeds forward a few steps until the charcoal is at his feet. Sitting in the shadows of the orange glow is a handheld video camera. He lifts it and flips open the side panel. Powering up the camera, he looks around the room one more time to make sure nobody is there, before hitting play on the screen. It triggers the ActionTron as well, filling the screen with what Shaw sees for the crowd as well. Corey Bull: With no tongue I lick, With no fingers I flickHis voice fills the entire arena, but the video feed is just dark, appearing to be a dark neighborhood. A bit of ruckus can be heard off screen, but Bull’s chilling voice is the focus. Corey Bull: With no wings I go up, With no lungs I blow upThe camera begins a bit of a pan of outlined building as an amber glow builds upon the darkness. Corey Bull: With no ideas I spark, With no bridge I arcA building, engulfed in flames, fills the screen as now the sirens of fire trucks can be heard rolling in. The building is Carter’s house in Boston, Massachusetts. The house that belonged to his mother, Angela Shaw. Bull’s voice slows in his narration, but seems to be also holding back laughter. Corey Bull: With no life I breathe, With no anger I seethe. With no teeth I eat, With no muscles I beatA fire truck pulls up as well as several police cars, neighbors gathering around outside at a safe distance. The house begins to crumble in on itself a bit under the stress of the intense flames. Corey Bull: With no liquid I fill, With no weapons I killThe camera QUICK pans around from the fire to a momentary glimpse of The Hatebringer’s smiling mask before cutting out. The arena cameras return to a normal view of the boiler room, Carter Shaw standing there lifeless with the video camera in hand. A bit of a sniffle can be heard before an erupting growl turns into a yell. Shaw throws the video camera hard into the wall, pieces flying everywhere. He shoves over a leaning stack of pipes. Carter Shaw: Fuck! FUCK!!! MOTHER FUCKER!!Noise echoes all over the boiler room as Shaw makes his way out, destroying everything near him with raging fists. We cut back to the dead silent crowd. Billy: …IChris Avery: Yo...what?
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:24:14 GMT -5
Philidor Holdings Match of the Week Anything Goes Match Zombie McMorris vs. Masuda Teijin vs. Chad Ford
Chad Ford is already in the ring and ready! Billy: What a match this could be! The three way dance!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. DING DING DING Masuda comes at Ford and hits a powerslam right away! Billy: This match is getting started! We need Zmac out here!Chris Avery: He's coming I'm sure!Masuda hits a clothesline on Ford knocking him back down too! Ford gets back up and Masuda hits a stunner and then back rolls to his feet and hits a leg drop! Masuda picks up Ford and hits a huge brainbuster. Billy: Wow!"Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Chris Avery: Here he comes!The Guitar and drums kick in and play up as the crowd search for ZMAC. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shows ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. Fans: If you squeeze me lizard, I’ll put my snake in you. I’m a romantic adventure and a reptile too. He stands there with his back turned to the ring with his arms out in a ‘T’ pose. He turns to face the crowd as he takes a few steps down the aisle way. Fans: Easy! Easy! He pumps the crowd up as they go rabid for the Coked UP Mad Man who reaches into his pulls out a vial of cocaine and snorts it. Fans: The only time I’m gone be easy is when I’m.. KILED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! Adilene Floyd: Making his way to the ring.. from the Big Easy.. He stands six feet, six inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds… He is the Coked Up Mad Man.. ZZZOOMMMBIE… MCMORRR-IISSS!Fans: I’m a lone wolf ligger but I ain’t no pretty boy! Fans swarm him as he takes beer after beer and chugs them; getting some all over his face and chest. ZMAC is in a sea of “Dove Killah Certified OG’s” as the fans lift him up and body surf him down to the crowd barrier. Fans: KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! KILLED BY DEATH! He jumps the barrier and slides into the ring. ZMAC takes to the adjacent turnbuckle and taunts the crowd before taking off his jacket and throwing it to the towards the time keeper. The Honey Badger has arrived. Masuda comes rushing at Zmac but Zmac hits a spinebuster! Zmac pops back up and hits Ford with a michinoku driver or someshit either way hes planted right on his head. Zmac lights a cigar cause he's big boss man and don't care about no'body ya know? He pulls out some barbwire and wraps it around his fist. Billy: Did he just have that in his pocket?!Chris Avery: HE DONT GIVE A SHIT BRO!Masuda pops up on the apron and Zmac hits a right hand strike with barbwire wrapped up and Masuda sells right off the apron and falls back to the mats! Holding his face in pain too! Zmac turns around and wraps the barbwire around the neck of Chad Ford and then takes his cigar and puts it out right on the forehead of Ford! He screams in pain as Zmac picks up Ford onto his shoulders and drives Fords head down onto the canvas! Zmac just lays back and covers Ford. One! Two! Three! Billy: God damn what a victory!Chris Avery: ARRIVE. BEAT ASS. LEAVE. THATS THE ZMAC WAY!ZMac stands back up and goes right back into the crowd as Ford is bleeding from around the neck and the burn mark in his forehead. Zmac celebrates with the blood thirsty smarks who love this shit, pal and he goes on his merry way. Billy: The god damn violent coked up mad man of AW. Who can't hate him?Chris Avery: TRUE THAT PLAYA.We take a commercial break.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:26:01 GMT -5
Security Segment
Clash returns from commercial, the frame engulfed by a nameplate atop a desk: ALEXANDER PASTERNAK, GENERAL MANAGER The camera pulls back, revealing the general manager of Monday Night Clash seated at his desk, Action Wrestling Co-President Torture standing beside him. A dour man in a cheap tan suit sits across from them, hands in his lap and his left ankle resting atop his right knee. Alexander Pasternak: It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Metzger.A mirthless smile dots the man's thin lips. Metzger: Please, call me Kai. And the feeling is mutual; to say my employers have been pleased with the way you've treated them thus far would be an understatement.He speaks in an accent that is both distinct and unplaceable. Torture leans closer, his hands pressed against the desk, inspecting Metzger. Torture: The phone call said this was important.Metzger: And it is, but a little preamble is always good, no?Torture: Maybe under normal circumstances, but I'm sure you could have guessed things aren't exactly normal right now.The two men's eyes meet. Torture's drilling a hole through Metzger's skull, Metzger's looking right through Torture as if the man wasn't there. Metzger: That's why I'm here, mein Herr. My employers have been pleased with the way you've treated them thus far, but they have concerns.Torture: With…?Metzger: How the ship is being run. As you draw nearer to a milestone event by the day, it becomes more and more apparent that you're having to spend too much of your time playing firefighter.Torture: Things are a little hectic right now, but—Metzger: And I thought I was making an understatement. The destruction of a stage is a little hectic? Your beastial world champion literally tearing down countless thousands of dollars of equipment is a little hectic? How much did that stunt put you out?Torture: I don't see how that's a concern to your employers.Metzger: The numbers aren't. That it happened is. It has become shockingly clear that the inmates are running the asylum, gentlemen, and Philidor Holdings does not like to be associated with chaos.Alexander Pasternak: Right, which is why every wackjob with an internet connection is letting us know just how happy they are that we're taking your money.Metzger chuckles. Metzger: Baseless rumors by the resentful and mentally ill are hardly something you ought to concern yourself with. Especially when your security staff can't get anyone under control considering their leader is—Alexander Pasternak: Hey! Jaice is—Metzger: A bumbling idiot with a child army.Alexander Pasternak: Okay look, the situation is a lot more nuanced than that.Metzger: Whatever the situation is, the results are unacceptable. You know as much, Torture.Torture: If you got a point, get to it. Because sponsor or not, I'm getting pretty sick of hearing you talk down to us.Metzger: It's not an offer, mon ami. Nor is it a demand. Consider it a gift.Torture raises an eyebrow. Torture: A gift?Metzger: Si, señor. We at Philidor Holdings know how important of a show Clash 100 is, and as such we are willing to provide enhanced security to ensure that it goes off without a hitch, entirely free of charge.Torture: Yeah, sure. Free. What's the catch?Metzger: Consider it an investment opportunity. We have as much at stake here as you.Torture and Pasternak look at each other, then back to Metzger. Metzger leans forward and reaches into his jacket pocket, sliding something onto the desk. Metzger: You don't have to make your choice now, just call the number on my card when you've made up your mind. I'm sure you'll make the right decision.Metzger rises from his seat. Metzger: Sorry, this is all the time I have.He walks towards the door, leaving Pasternak and Torture looking at each other with bemused expressions as we cut away.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:26:38 GMT -5
David Sanchez Segment
When the camera next cranes around a backstage corridor we are met by Jenna Bauer, beautiful as ever-- already being hounded and patted down by SaintCorp guards of hulking physique. Sexual harassment rules breached, she looks up at the last and most handsy of the security team with a look that could curdle milk and he in turn winks at her before stepping back so that his boss can stride into the forefront of focus. Jenna Bauer: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is the esteemed Mayor of Chicago, David Sanchez.The crowd's boos roar from out of the stands as the ActionTron shows Sanchez in magnified form strutting into view, dapper as always in a custom Prada suit, purple tie and shoe-shined black wingtips. The Lost Breed had been seen arriving earlier in the show despite none of them being scheduled to compete on tonight's Clash. David Sanchez: As usual with these little interludes Jenna, the pleasure is entirely yours. Now, kindly get out of the camera shot before I have your milk teeth removed, m'kay?... 'attagirl.Disheartened, Jenna Bauer saunters off down the hallway, scuffing her feet as she goes. Meanwhile Sanchez demands that the closest of his goons pass him an object of both symbolic and barbaric nature. The barbed wire wrapped baseball bat used in last week's main event clutched firmly in his left hand, Sanchez lets out a sigh and makes tutting noises as he studies the crimson tinted barbs still laden in the blood of last week's challengers. David Sanchez: Now… far be it from me to pull focus away from Walter and that eleven pound, golden paperweight he's been slovenly lugging around since I got here and longer still. But that's not who I'm here tonight to address, no. As a matter of fact I'd actually like to wish that colossal fucktard the best of luck at Execution because honestly, from a purely impartial point of view… he's going to need to start sticking his dick in leprechauns and severing rabbit's feet if he has a snowball's chance in hell of retaining that title when Action Wrestling comes to us live on pay per-view from-- wait, where is Execution taking place again?Sanchez feigns confusion until a guard leans forward and whispers something into his ear. David Sanchez: … Oh, you don't say, Chicago, huh? I hear it's nice there at this time of year… and who, pray tell would happen to be the supreme authority in that vibrant metropolis?Again he pulls a face of fake confusion until the same dopey guard whispers to him again. David Sanchez: … Oh, that's right… ME! Not fuckin' Torture, not Gravedigger, nor Pasternak or Deruty. Not even that shameful waste of skin Jaice 'why does this guy have a job' Wilds. But ME and ME alone. Chicago's BELOVED Mayor. Defender of the weak and down-trodden, builder of hospitals and low income housing. The one and only Emperor of Illinois, David Sanchez.The audience jeers as younger out-of-touch with politics fans come to terms with what this could mean for not only the Execution main event but the show in its entirety. David Sanchez: But far be it from me to waste time spoiling surprises and setting up stipulations now when there's still oh so much time for the brass to thwart me and change them back. No, I think in this case I'll make any changes last minute-- in MY city, when there's nothing ANYBODY can do about it... purely in the interest of fairness, of course. That's not why I'm standing here now though, not even close. I mean why change the rules?… when you can change the LAW.The Mayor points to the television screen behind him and immediately footage begins to roll straight out of the Action Wrestling archives. First we are taken all the way back to December of 2018 where we see an exhausted Sidney J. Warwick's eyes drain of any happiness as it's announced that Ryan Lockhart will be cashing in his All-In briefcase. We see the champion try his best to fight off Lockhart but the grueling fatal 4-way he's just been a part of has truly taken its physical toll on him. It takes 2 'Ill-fated' suplex-cutters to put the champion away but in the end Lockhart has his hand raised and is still presented with the World Championship. As BeachKrew enters the ring to celebrate, the footage pauses on a solo shot of Ryan with the belt. Next, we're brought forward by some time to March of this year as we see reigning champion Frank Venable taking a superkick to the jaw courtesy of Addy Ainsworth ahead of their battle at the next PPV. Suddenly though it's Lissie Hope who pulls focus and opts to cash in HER All-In briefcase on the dumbfounded veteran and fan favourite. She takes to the ring confident in herself and a brief, back and forth match ensues, shown in still images with Addy watching on from the ramp. FPV attempts his 'Boom! Headshot' superkick only to have his leg caught and be driven face-first into the canvas as Lissie hits her 'Crown of Thorns' finisher. Another series of frozen images followed before finally we see Lissie hitting a second Pedigree and covering Frank for the three count. The crowd is stunned to silence and before too long we pause on the image of Hope raising her newly won belt aloft for the world to see. David Sanchez: … truly, some classic moments in this company's illustrious history, right?The image of Lissie fades and we're once again pulled to focus on David Sanchez backstage, still flanked by half a dozen blackshirts. He feigns admiration for what he's just seen in a rather obvious manner before ceasing the charade entirely. David Sanchez: WRONG!!! The two events we just witnessed were not heartwarming, nostalgic glimpses into the past. NO, not even close. These occurrences were nothing short of calculated, corroborated and heinous heists by glorified highwaymen… AND WOMEN-- better add that in there before Hope has a vaginal aneurysm again and there's a mass bra burning exodus to follow.Cheap pop for Lissie's hair-trigger Women's Rights disposition. David Sanchez: Thieves… the both of them. Robbers without balaclavas and badly thought out aliases are still robbers at the end of the day. It's that whole 'a rose by any other name' conundrum, you know? Which brings me rolling right on… to you. Carter fuckin' Shaw. Clueless cuck, current All-In briefcase holder and heir apparent to this most unbecoming of circumstances.The ActionTron momentarily shows Shaw standing atop the ladder last month at Uprising. It feels like Sanchez could probably have spent a little more production money showing the acrobatic and unique way in which Shaw pulled off this win, but no. Just plain old Carter Shaw with his briefcase in hand atop the ladder, celebrating the biggest win of his career. David Sanchez: Now, I know nothing's set in stone and there's every fleeting chance that Walter may somehow overcome well, everything, and hold onto his World Championship at Execution… stranger things have happened, right? But forgive me for not being so careless that I don't leave everything to chance like so many others. That is why as of 9pm this evening, I am declaring that ALL briefcases in the Chicago city limits are to be IMMEDIATELY SEIZED and TORCHED in a pre-designated bonfire zone that will be set-up outside my offices at City Hollow in Humboldt Park.The crowd gasps and boos as they realize what this announcement means for any potential hope of Shaw cashing in after what promises to be a bloody, grueling Execution main event. David Sanchez: Seeing as this is a tall order, given the sheer number of briefcases in the city, I have recalled and re-purposed Chicago's Bomb Disposal Unit under the strict instruction that any remaining briefcases in the city come Execution are to be treated as 'suspicious packages' and brought directly… to ME.Still the crowd boos, their levity weighed down by the haunting thought that by the end of Execution, James Nightingale may be the World Champion and David Sanchez may be in possession of the All-In contract. The Lost Breed would hold all the cards. David Sanchez: Now… if you'll excuse me, I have a risk assessment to prepare for. We can't have structures like the Digger's Dungeon standing in Chicago without fully ensuring that they comply with current health and safety legislation now, can we?With a smirk Mayor Sanchez swaggers off down the hall amidst his security escort. Leaving nothing behind but bad news and a perverted sense of jilted justice.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:27:37 GMT -5
"The Samoan Striker" Keynan Isara vs. Ash Blake(c)
"God Eater" by Fear Factory hits the speakers hard as hell and the crowd gets hyped. After 15 seconds, Keynan Isara walks out from the back with a pissed off look on his face. He stands at the top of the ramp, arms crossed over his chest. Jayson Stasiak steps out from the back, helping to hype the crowd, before patting Keynan on the arm. Keynan looks over at Jayson with a smirk on his face before marching down the ramp. Jayson Stasiak points at Keynan as he talks to random fans, telling them how great Keynan is. Keynan jogs up the ring steps and ducks in between the ropes and hops into the ring. He goes to the turnbuckles and poses on each one, just staring out into the crowd with a fierce look on his face before finally hopping down and waiting for the match to begin. Billy: Last week, Keynan Isara debuted against fellow newcomer Nidrah and came out on top. NOW he’s already fighting for the TV title. Did he really impress management that much?!Chris Avery: Some are saying this is Gravedigger’s hand at play and he made sure the bookers placed Keynan in a TV title match. Others are saying this is Torture’s hand at play, getting revenge on Keynan and his manager Jayson Stasiak for disrespecting him.Billy: Either way, this will be a big test for not only Keynan, but the TV champion as well!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. Billy: Ash Blake has been on FIRE since she debuted in Action Wrestling and looks like she could be the one that breaks Estrella’s TV title record.Chris Avery: Well, she’s still got a ways to go for that record and tonight could be her biggest test and even her first defeat as she takes on newcomer Keynan Isara!The referee signals for the bell to begin the match. Keynan quickly advances on Ash but she hits a dropkick and follows it up with a swinging neckbreaker. Keynan is back on his feet and Ash whips him across the ring, but Keynan reverses it. Ash takes down Keynan with a flying headscissors takedown and Keynan lets the momentum carry him out of the ring where he lands on his feet. Keynan slams the mat hard with his fist in frustration. He looks up to see Ash Blake flying through the air but isn’t quick enough to avoid her suicide dive, which takes him out at ringside. Ash goes up top again and flies off for a beautiful moonsault, resetting the referee’s count in the process. Ash slides back into the ring and waits for Keynan Isara to do so as well. Billy: SHITFIRE! Ash Blake is bringing the fire here against Keynan Isara!Chris Avery: She’s got to against a bruiser like Keynan! She looks like she’s willing to go for a countout victory against Keynan because as soon as he gets a hold of her, the results may be devastating, Billy!Jayson Stasiak is at ringside, trying to help Keynan up. Keynan makes it back in the ring by the eight count. Ash Blake goes for a tilt-a-whirl DDT, but Keynan throws her off in the middle of it. Ash lands on her feet but is instantly taken off of it when Keynan connects with a haymaker. Ash backs up, but Keynan grabs her and tosses her into the turnbuckles and hits her with a series of knife edge chops. Ash nearly staggers with each blow as the crowd hollers out “WOOO!” Keynan punishes Ash in the corner with a series of rapid knee strikes before taking a few steps out and hitting a running body avalanche. Keynan goes for the cover. ONE!! TWOO!! TH--NOOO! Ash gets the shoulder up!! Billy: SHITFIRE!! I thought Keynan almost had her!Chris Avery: Ash is in danger now if Keynan got a near fall that quick! They don’t call him the Samoan Striker for nothing! Those were some huge strikes!Keynan grabs Ash and goes for a powerbomb, but she twists around and hits a tilt-a-whirl DDT instead! Ash still looks shaken from Keynan’s strikes, but keeps going with an enziguri, taking Keynan down to the mat. Ash hits standing double foot stomps onto the midsection of Keynan, causing him to yell out. Ash quickly scales the turnbuckles and flies off for a diving crossbody onto Keynan! Ash whips Keynan across the ring, but he reverses. Ash answers back though with a frankensteiner, taking Keynan off of his feet. Billy: Ash weathered that brutal opening assault from Keynan and has answered back by taking back control of this match!Chris Avery: She looks like she’s ready to finish him off as she goes up top!Ash scales the turnbuckles and hits an imploding 450 splash!! Billy: THE COTTONWOOD FALL TO KEYNAN ISARA!!Chris Avery: Ash has the leg hooked! Could this be enough?!ONE!! TWO!!! THRE--NOOOO! Keynan gets the shoulder up! Jayson Stasiak is ringside yelling at Keynan to get up. Ash Blake scales the turnbuckles, going for her shooting star DDT finisher. Jayson yells at Keynan that Ash is up top as he gets to his feet. Ash leaps off, but Keynan catches her mid-rotation, shifts the weight and reverses it into a spinebuster!! Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT Billy: Shitfire! What a damn reversal, Chris!Chris Avery: That’s what it’s like having someone like Jayson Stasiak ringside watching your back, Billy!Keynan rolls Ash over and applies a STF. Ash yells out but manages to drag both of them over to the ropes for the break. Keynan grabs Ash and powerbombs her hard to the mat before applying a crossface. Ash is again yelling out in pain but manages to drag the pair over to the ropes for another break. Chris Avery: I don’t know how many times Ash is going to be able to do that! Keynan is more than twice her size and it’s gotta be draining on her to drag them over to the ropes.Billy: She has the heart of a champion though, Chris! If anyone can do it, it’s Ash!Keynan smirks, smelling blood in the water as he whips her across the ring and catches her for a samoan drop. He grabs Ash while on the ground and rolls her over and into a coquina clutch. Ash starts fighting and Keynan yells out for her to tap. Billy: I don’t think she’s going to make it!Chris Avery: She does! She does! Ash makes it to the ropes.Keynan smiles and walks across the ring, waiting in the corner, eyeing Ash. As soon as she gets up, he charges in and hits her with a huge spear in the center of the ring. Billy: SHITFIRE!! SAMOAN SPEAR TO ASH BLAKE! She was nearly cut in half, Chris!!Chris Avery: OH MY GOD! Keynan has to have this now. He’s got the leg hooked!ONE!! TWOO!! THREE!!!----NOOOOO!!! Ash got her shoulder up at the last possible second![/b][/font] Billy: WHAT?!? I saw no daylight between the referee’s hand and the mat!!Chris Avery: She did it though! She got the shoulder up! Ash has survived another onslaught by Keynan Isara! What a champion!Billy: She might not be champion for much longer!Keynan slams the mat in frustration with both hands, a really pissed off look on his face. Billy: I don’t like that look on Keynan’s face, Chris!Chris Avery: He’s got Ash up, he’s going to finish her off with his Savea Driver finisher!Billy: NOOO! Ash wiggled enough and Keynan fell backwards into a reverse DDT!! Ash quickly hops up onto the top ropes as Keyan scrambles to his feet. Ash hits a shooting star DDT!! Chris Avery: CHECKMATE, ATHEISTS TO KEYNAN ISARA!!!Billy: Ash has both legs hooked!!ONEE!! TWOO! THREE!!! DING DING DING Interpol's "The Heinrich Maneuver" hits the PA as Ash Blake gets to her feet, victorious. The referee hands her the TV title which she celebrates with as Keynan Isara rolls out of the ring. Billy: SHITFIRE! What a win by Ash Blake!! She had to fight tooth and nail just to stay in this match, especially there near the end! I totally saw this turning out as a Keynan Isara victory, Chris!Chris Avery: Same here, but you can’t count out Ash Blake! Like we said earlier in the match, she has a heart of a champion and she just proved it by surviving that onslaught by Keynan Isara. I don’t think we’ve seen the last of him by any means, but tonight is Ash Blake’s night!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:29:39 GMT -5
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:30:18 GMT -5
Matthias Mintzel & Noris Cranley Segment
“Mein Hertz Brennt” by Rammstein hits the arena and Matthias Mintzel marches out from the back wearing black pants and a black hoodie, with his Pure Title wrapped around his waist. He’s followed closely by NATE who’s in his bodyguard outfit of shirt and tie. Mintzel gets into the ring and angrily paces around, he demands a microphone as NATE stands still, arms folded in the corner of the ring behind him. Chris Avery: Ladies and gentlemen, we welcome you back to Monday Night Clash here in the Ice Snow Arena from Fargo, North Dakota! Right now, the Action Wrestling Pure Champion, Matthias Mintzel, and NATE are currently in the ring and it’s no doubt they’re going to address their number one contender, Noris Cranley!Billy: Noris Cranley shouldn’t even be in contention! He got disqualified when Matthias slapped NATE and yet the little caramel midget gets a free pass. It’s quite obvious that little shit-head has a history of manipulating match officials to his liking so I support Matthias in being absolutely upset!Chris Avery: Last week, we saw the referee leave NATE’s locker room and Noris had caught onto the suspicious activity. Not to mention, why would Matthias just blatantly slap NATE at the beginning of their match? It’s quite obvious that Matthias wanted to screw Noris out of the championship opportunity!Billy: Matthias slapped NATE because NATE has been having issues with him on failing to attend his training classes. Nothing more, Noris should have been disqualified but the little fucker is lucky to survive!Chris Avery: Whatever the case is, Matthias Mintzel will defend the Action Wrestling Pure Championship against Noris Cranley at Execution but tonight, the champion will have a lot of words to say about it!Matthias Mintzel: Everyone keeps saying complete crap about me and I need to put you all right. Last week a referee took the rules of professional wrestling into his own hands and chose to allow a match to continue when Noris Cranley should have been disqualified.The crowd jeer Mintzel, well aware of what had happened last week where Mintzel had tried to force a DQ that would’ve ruined Cranley’s chances of getting a Pure Title shot at Execution. Matthias Mintzel: That’s in the past though, I’ll trust the authorities here to deal with that rogue ref. But what I’m here for today is to address the bollocks I keep hearing, from Noris Cranley and others. You think I’m scared of Noris Cranley and was trying to avoid him!? I asked Noris Cranley to overcome one little obstacle in this idiot…He gestures towards NATE who’s none the wiser. Matthias Mintzel: ...and that means I’m trying to avoid him?! What happened to have to earn your shot? Since when has come back with a fancy new name after taking some time off after failure after failure been enough for a shot at the most prestigious title in Action Wrestling?He looks down at the Pure Title belt, making sure everyone else is looking at it too. Matthias Mintzel: It never has been and never will be. Noris is lucky to have this opportunity and he got lucky last week…The immediate chorus of “Butterfly Effect” by Travis Scott cuts off the champion from his speech and ignites a somewhat positive reaction from the North Dakota audience in attendance. The young Noris Cranley takes pride in being center stage from all this attention sporting a more casual look before walking down to the ring with a bright smile showing confidence. Of course, Matthias and NATE aren’t too happy to see the contention athlete interrupting their time but Noris is utilizing every moment of upsetting them to his advantage as he’s already in the ring standing before them. Billy: The “reinvention” of Noris Cranley has to be the worst thing I’ve ever fucking seen in my life! He’s become the typical millennial social media influencer that believes they’re an A-list celebrity! He’s the male, Gabbie Hanna!Chris Avery: I’m surprised you even know who that is!While his music fades away, Noris actually learns the fans at ringside are shouting his name in support between the two. He actually smiles and waves back before turning his full attention to Matthias before him. Noris Cranley: Now isn’t this funny? Here we have the Pure Champion and his partner-in-crime, NATE, looking all upset and salty for once in their lives. Why is that? Isn’t this what you asked for when you were busy on your little championship run that you wanted the competition to step up and give you a challenge? Weren’t you the man who said you could dominate anyone who had the balls to face you in the ring? You mean to tell me that now I fulfilled your wish, there’s an issue with my opportunity at the belt you have in your grasp right now. It doesn’t sound to me you want a contender, you wanted someone who was going to be an easy win for you.He chuckled before taking a couple of steps around. The audience within the arena is certainly enjoying this as he continues. Noris Cranley: Matthias, you can use whatever excuse you can come up with but that won’t change a thing. You can say whatever you want, narrate the story as you see fit but the only headline that is written in stone is the one that says Noris Cranley versus Matthias Mintzel at Execution for the Action Westling Pure Championship!The audience reacts positively to that statement. Noris keeps a firm stance in front of Matthias with a confident smile on his face listening to the audience generating slow but guaranteed support to him. Noris Cranley: Last week, I did what you never experienced. It’s called outsmarting your opponent but in your case, you’ve faced the usual one-track-minded opponents who focus on physicality than psychology. Matthias, you’re not going to do the same with me. You’ve been a very good champion but it’s easy to look good when your opponents don’t have the skill nor mindframe to be in this type of division. The reason why you keep painting me as this undeserving contender is because deep down inside, you know I’m the one better than anyone else to beat the living crap out of you!After pacing around the ring to let the audience cool down from their supportive praises, Noris now closes the distance and stands right in front of Matthias looking him in the eyes. Noris Cranley: Next week at Execution, you better hold onto that championship and enjoy every last second of it. When we fight, you’re going to be made into a chump. I’m going to show you what it means to be a fighter that doesn’t hold any sense of quit in him and also, a fighter that can do things you can’t and things that are better than you. You’ve painted me as undeserving but all I see is a man using desperate measures to prevent the inevitable loss he’s going to receive. In other words Matthias, come Execution, I will become the new Action Wrestling Pure Champion!Noris takes a moment to almost touch nose to nose with Matthias. It’s for sure that the audience is back on Noris’ good graces for he’s secrently enjoying their support after weeks of insulting the audience of Action Wrestling. Noris Cranley: But since you have a lot to say and you seem ready to let some steam off, why wait at Execution? Why not do it NOW?!!!Chris Avery: WHAT?! IS HE SERIOUS?!Billy: No! No! No! No! No!Matthias Mintzel: You don’t understand what it means to be a Pure Champion. It’s not some joke belt that can just be defended at a moment’s notice. I’ll see you next week.Chris Avery: We nearly had a title match right here and now!Billy: Matthias doesn’t want it, after last week and this exchange, it’s clear he’s definitely worried about Cranley.Cranley stands ready to fight still as Matthias walks to the ropes and clubs out of the ring, laughing, trying to convince everyone he’s not worried about Noris Cranley. He gets to the middle of the ramp when he realizes something is missing, NATE is still stood in the ring with his arms folded, seemingly completely unaware of everything that’s going on. Noris takes his fixed gaze away from Matthias and to NATE. Chris Avery: Wait! Matthias Mintzel may be looking to leave Noris high and dry but NATE still as an issue from their match last week!Billy: Of course he does, NATE was robbed of a win and he feels disrespected by Noris not giving him any credit! He spoke to Matthias without even lookig at him like the arrogant shit-stain he is.Noris slowly turns around to NATE and both of are in the center of the ring. Despite NATE being extremely taller than Noris, the young athlete doesn’t back down from a confrontation until he gets pushed backwards into the ropes. Noris quickly rebounds and ducks under a thrown clothesline before leaping backwards off the canvas for a Pele Kick that claps NATE on the top of his head driving him down to his right knee! Billy: Oh my god! That should be illegal in their championship match!Chris Avery: I think Noris is going to send a message to Matthias right now!Noris points towards NATE who is at center stage watching this unfold before his eyes. Cranley doesn’t hesitate on leaping forward with a strong grasp around NATE’S head before falling down on his back to drive his face into the canvas in the center of the ring! “Butterfly Effect” by Travis Scott replays around the interior of the arena as Noris stands tall on the middle turnuckle of an unoccupied corner waving his hands around his waist as a gesture to become champion! Billy: I hope you’re very proud of hurting an innocent NATE! Matthias is going to make you break at Execution Noris!Chris Avery: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final stop before Execution! The Pure Championship is on the line at Execution where Matthias Mintzel defends against Noris Cranley!
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:30:40 GMT -5
Stuart Slane Segment
Clash returns from commercial with a shot of the announcer’s table. Chris Avery: Welcome back, to Monday Night Clash! We’re one week away from Action Wrestling’s Execution Pay Per View, and the atmosphere in the Ice Snow Arena is electric!Billy: True dat! This show has got to be the most exciting thing that’s happened in the state of North Dakota ever!Chris Avery: Hold on, partner, I’m getting word from our producers that we have an update on the altercation between Cormack MacNeill and Stuart Slane that took place in the parking lot earlier in the show.Billy: Hahaha! Big Mack dumped a truckload of pig trimmings on Slane and his ‘advocate’ Circe Cicero. I loved it!!!Chris Avery: I’m sure it was very cathartic for the Scottish Strongman. What will the repercussions be? Our colleague Jenna Bauer is attempting to find out!The show transitions backstage where we see a cluster of AW Production assistants, medical technicians, and arena security surrounding Stuart and Circe. The pair are still covered head to toe with blood and offal. Both seem to have entered a fugue state, totally oblivious to the hubbub that encircles them. AW PA: Um, would you like a towel? Another AW PA: We have a waiver we need you to sign when you’re up to it. Medical Tech: How are you feeling? Did you get anything in your mouth? Security Guard: No trouble, right, big guy? No trouble, ok? Slane and Cicero no-sell all of it. Circe slowly rakes her fingers through her gore-stained locks, plucking out a tiny piece of viscera and examining it. The crowd of onlookers step back to allow Jenna Bauer better access to her prospective interview subjects. Jenna Bauer: Stuart! Circe! You’re clearly still recovering from the shock of being buried alive in pig parts, but if possible, we were wondering if- uh- Stuart’s right eyelid suddenly spasms. He reaches down and takes hold of Jenna’s mic, which she gladly and wisely relinquishes to the ex-Scoutmaster before backing out of the shot. Slane speaks. Stuart Slane: Cormack MacNeill, I know you’re watching. You want to see if your stunt bore fruit. Well, it did.Circe nods absently as she continues to pluck bone and meat from her person. Stuart Slane: I tried to be noble. I tried to do the right thing, but once again, I have been thwarted.Circe Cicero: That was a hate crime.Her tone is eerily dissociative. Stuart Slane: Just like that feckless termagant Adelaide Ainsworth, you have successfully challenged my resolve.Circe Cicero: A desecration of the dead.Her eyes begin to water. Stuart Slane: You think you’ve won, correct, Mr. MacNeill? You believe you’ve gotten what you wanted?Circe Cicero: Thousands of souls cry out for vengeance.Her hands ball into fists. Stuart Slane: You are wrong. Oh, you’ll get your Last Man Standing Match at Execution. Of that there is no doubt.Circe Cicero: Slaughter him, Stuart.Her voice finds focus, and its volume rises. Stuart Slane: What you won’t be getting, sir, is your retirement.Circe Cicero: Lex talionisShe drops some (not-Pig) Latin on the audience. Stuart Slane: Because dead men; they don’t retire.Circe Cicero: An eye for an eye.She helpfully translates for the less knowledgeable viewers. Stuart Slane: They are either mourned or forgotten.Circe Cicero: The receipt for his butcher’s bill is due.Her broad nostrils flare with righteous indignation as she glares into the camera. In contrast to Circe’s rising pique, Slane has remained disturbingly calm throughout He even manages a slight smile under the sheen of grume that coats his face. Stuart Slane: Never fear, though, Cormack; when I am done, no one will EVER forget you.He raises three fingers. Stuart Slane: Scout’s Honor.Fade to black.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:31:04 GMT -5
Kyle Kemp vs. Shadowlove
“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: Big time match up coming up!"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. DING DING DING Shadowlove and Kemp go at it in the middle of the ring with Kemp getting backed against the ropes, Shadow whips Kemp into the ropes and hits a back body drop! Kemp gets to his feet though and Shadow shoves Kemp back into the corner and hits a few chops and whips him to the other corner and hits a clothesline sending Kemp down! Kemp rolls to the apron! Shadowlove comes near Kemp but Chase Jackson jumps to the apron and is slamming his fist on the turnbuckle throwing a bit of a dramatic fit. The ref backs Chase down off the apron and Shadow comes over to Chase to talk shit! Chase gets off the apron but in doing so he pulled the turnbuckle pad off and no one has noticed! Miyamoto jumps on the apron to complain about Chase and Kemp grabs Shadow from behind and slams his head into the turnbuckle! Billy: OH WHOA!Chris Avery: HEAD FIRST ONTO THE STEEL TURNBUCKLE!Shadow stumbles and turns towards Kemp and Kemp spears Shadow back into the turnbuckles and his neck bounces off the steel turnbuckle and Kemp picks Shadow up on his shoulders and hits the Go To Sleep! Billy: Justice!Chris Avery: That's it!Kemp covers! One! Two! Three! DING DING Billy: Kemp is victorious!Chris Avery: The Following keep picking up victories!The music stops as Miyamoto rolls in to say something but Chase steps to her in her face. She doesn't backdown out of intimidation, she just knows the fight wouldn't be in her favor. She assists Shadow under the ropes and they leave the ring. Chase kneels down in front of Kemp and Kemp puts his hand on the top of Chases head and they pose in the middle of the ring. The music continues again and we fade to a commercial.
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Post by Action Reel on Sept 21, 2020 19:32:11 GMT -5
Carter Shaw & Corey Bull Segment
“Last Man Standing” By Pop Evil hits on the P.A. as Carter Shaw comes roaring down the entrance ramp, microphone already in one hand, The All-In case in the other. His usual cool, calm demeanor is long gone, as he approaches the ring like a ball of fire. The crowd wants to cheer, but instead they just watch as his music cuts. Billy: Oh boy…Carter Shaw: COREY. BULL. YOU…He loses words completely, now pacing around the ring. Carter Shaw: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!Yelling upward as if Bull were up in the rafters. Carter Shaw: You...you wanna kidnap my sister...you...you wanna burn down my mother’s house…His words grow frantic as he is clearly completely out of his element, but he whips his head towards the hard camera as he walks over to that side of the ring. Carter Shaw: Come take my fuckin’ legs, Bull. Come on. Come take my health, come take MY well-being. BE a fuckin’ MAN and FIGHT me. No more nice things?! I won this All-In briefcase OVER you. If that’s a ‘nice thing’ you would like to make ‘no more’, then you’ll have to pry it from my cold, DEAD hands Bull. FIGHT ME. Show up and fight me. Stop fucking around, stop destroying my life in some petty jealousy-driven revenge game, LET SAMANTHA FUCKING GO and come FIGHT ME AT EXECUTION. Huh?! How about that?! FIGHT ME AT EXECUTION, YOU MOTHER FUCKER. Take another shot on a big stage to show everybody that you’re better than Carter Shaw, come on. Come on!Talking himself out of breath, he finally drops the microphone from his lips as the crowd starts to actually cheer his anger, clearly wanting the match to happen. Billy: I apologize for the lack of family-friendliness going on here, folks.Chris Avery: The man’s getting tortured, Billy. The F words come naturally.Billy: Will Corey Bull answer the challenge??Shaw goes to lift the microphone for another word, but as soon as he does, the in-house lights begin to flicker like crazy before going completely out. Billy: All of Corey Bull’s calling cards…The lights kick back on and COREY BULL IS IN THE RING! Billy: THERE HE IS!Shaw looks up in surprise and launches forward angrily, swinging a mean fist at Corey Bull’s head...but the first goes right through the hologram of Corey Bull! Billy: It’s a hologram! Again!The lights go out for another split second, and COREY BULL APPEARS BEHIND CARTER SHAW! Shaw swings around viciously and has now grabbed his All-In Briefcase, swinging it hard at ‘Corey Bull’. Another hologram, as the briefcase goes right through it. It cuts to static and disappears. The lights go out AGAIN. Chris Avery: This is getting ridiculous!A pyro of fire shoots from the entrance ramp, scaring the shit out of almost everyone in attendance. An eerie noise begins to hum from the P.A. system. Still in the dark for another moment, murmurs and shouts turn up in volume. Finally the lights come back on and in the ring with Carter Shaw… Billy: Holy...SHIT...FIRE.Chris Avery: There’s A DOZEN COREY BULLS IN THE RING!Carter Shaw is surrounded in the ring by Corey Bull holograms. He spins in a slow circle, at a complete loss of how to handle this. PISSED, Shaw clenches the All-In briefcase tight again, swinging it through 1...2...6 Corey Bulls, all fading out in static after the swing. Billy: Shaw is in the ring swinging at holograms! This is what Bull has done! Come on, Carter Shaw deserves NONE of this!Shaw has swung through 10 Corey Bulls, yelling out as he swings through one more. Once that one fades out, Shaw drops to his knees with his head dropped...but behind him is still one...more...Corey...Bull. Chris Avery: CARTER! I think this is the REAL ONE!Shaw slowly looks up, staring directly towards the mask of Corey Bull, towering over him. Shaw slowly stands and, instead of swinging angrily, lifts his chin up. Corey Bull tilts his head to the side in intrigue before swinging HIS arm back with an open hand, looking for a CHOKESLAM!...but the hand fades as it passes through Shaw’s throat and the last Corey Bull disappears. Chris Avery: What in the hell did we just witness?Billy: The only thing scarier than one Corey Bull is 12 Corey Bulls.Chris Avery: Even the fake ones are scary.Shaw looks completely defeated in the center of the ring, the anger and fury fading into mental exhaustion. He looks around slowly before spotting and picking up the microphone he was using. He holds it up to his mouth and speaks quietly. Carter Shaw: ...I’ll take that as a yes.The microphone pings as it’s dropped to the mat. No music plays, Shaw rolls under the ropes and slowly walks back up the ramp with his briefcase in hand. The crowd is hot with noise, but it’s all chatter. Chris Avery: Should...should we tell Shaw what The Mayor of Chicago David Sanchez had to say about his briefcase?Billy: Not the time, Chris, not the time.Shaw stops at the top of the ramp, looking up for a moment at the big screen, possibly waiting for some type of riddle or one more message from Corey Bull in regards to his sister Samantha. But he receives nothing and walks to the back.
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