Main Event
Void vs. Regan Voorhees
Adilene Floyd: It’s time for the MAIN EVENT! Coming to the ring… The light above the ring slowly fades out. The crowd starts to quiet down.
The lights around ringside, along with the stage lights fade out, flashing from strong, to medium strength, to dim, and finally fading out.
Finally, the lights on the crowd flash quickly, before turning out, plunging the venue into darkness.
Riptide by grandson starts to play as a flickering spotlight falls on the stage.
Jimmy Garcia: It’s VOID! It’s time for the MAIN EVENT!Suddenly, the lights go back to normal and “Ace of Spades” blares over the PA instead.
Jimmy Garcia: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT IS SPAYDE MARTINEZ DOING HERE?!Spayde marches out onto the stage with the Cruiserweight Title slung over her shoulder. She storms down to the ringside area and demands a microphone as she heads for the corner where Lissie handed the Women’s Championship off to a little girl earlier in the night. The little girl’s proudly holding up the title, and Spayde focuses on her like a laser.
Spayde Martinez: Cut the fucking music!Spayde approaches the child and looks at the belt with disdain before hacking up an enormous wad of phlegm and violently spitting it onto the title.
Jimmy Garcia: DISGUSTING BEHAVIOR! MY GOD!JJ Biggs: Hahaha!The little girl looks at her defiled prize as tears well up in her eyes and she hides her face in her mother’s waist. The girl’s mom looks PISSED, and the crowd boos the ever loving shit out of Spayde as, for the first time since she marched out, cracks an enormous smile ear to ear.
JJ Biggs: Spayde is THE BEST! Mae makes her way over to the little girl with a bottle of water and a napkin to clean the title up and shout angrily at Spayde. Spayde’s smile only gets bigger as she backs up toward the announce desk and turns to grab a headset and take a seat.
JJ Biggs: SPAYDE IS JOINING US ON COMMENTARY?! WHAT A TREAT! WOW!Jimmy Garcia: Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Spayde puts on the headset and stares at Jimmy.
Spayde Martinez: Got a problem, Jimmy? Jimmy Garcia: Was ANY of that necessary, Spayde?! What are you doing here?Spayde laughs.
Spayde Martinez: Main event time, right? Gotta scout some delusional bags of shit who think they can take my title!Jimmy Garcia: Like Lissie did?Spayde’s eyes light on fire as she silently stares a hole into Jimmy’s soul.
JJ Biggs: WOAH, JIMMY! WOAH! Show our guest--SHOW THE CHAMP some damn respect!Spayde Martinez: You want to talk about Lissie Hope, Jimmy? Well, this is all I have to say: it’s not at all surprising that some pill popping fucking junkie thought calling herself Action Wrestling’s Heroin was a good fucking idea. There. Now, I’m fucking done talking about Lissie Hope, Jimmy. Period.The light above the ring slowly fades out. The crowd starts to quiet down.
The lights around ringside, along with the stage lights fade out, flashing from strong, to medium strength, to dim, and finally fading out.
Finally, the lights on the crowd flash quickly, before turning out, plunging the venue into darkness.
Riptide by grandson starts to play as a flickering spotlight falls on the stage.
VOID walks out, and he holds his hand up like he’s trying to block out the light. Then he begins walking around the stage, from side to side The light follows him, but VOID speeds up, to a jog, then a run, then sprints out of the light, towards the ring.
Adilene Floyd: Coming to the ring… weighing in at 185 pounds, hailing from parts unknown… he is VOIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!The spotlight focuses on the ring, but VOID is nowhere to be seen, Then, there he is, sitting on the turnbuckle. The spotlight focuses on him. He lifts his hand to the air, then snaps his fingers.
The light starts to slowly flicker, picking up speed as VOID gets off the turnbuckle, then goes into the tree of woe position.
The lights reach a strobe effect, then VOID flails his arms out to his sides, and the light is gone.
Spayde Martinez: What a fucking weirdo...Adilene Floyd: And his opponent...A gunshot echoes across the arena, followed by a second of silence before “Leader of the Pack” kicks in. A red glow bathes the arena, a single crimson spotlight tracking on the entryway over Regan Voorhees. The Duchess of Pork stands with her head bowed, a translucent white raincoat over her ring gear. Behind her back, she clutches a red croquet mallet.
Adilene Floyd: Weighing in at 131 pounds, hailing from Birmingham, Alabama… she is REGANNNNNNNNNN VOOOOOOOOOOOOORHEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!Regan looks up, eyes glinting with malice, as she glares at the ring. Her right hand pulls back the hood of her raincoat, revealing a mane of shoulder length blond hair. The croquet mallet dangles in her left hand for a moment, before she positions it over her shoulder and begins her walk to the ring. She glances occasionally to the crowd before turning her eyes away in abject disgust. At ringside, she climbs the steps and steps through the ropes. Giving her mallet a kiss for luck, she twirls it in her fingers before resting it across her shoulder once again. A wicked grin creeps across as her lips as she poses for the crowd, before advancing to her corner.
Jimmy Garcia: These two are ready to tear each other apart tonight! This is going to be a big opportunity for these two to prove that they belong in the class of the division! VOID has a Cruierweight Title match of his choosing!JJ Biggs: Spayde, how does it feel to have the best seat in the house for one of your two soon-to-be challengers for the Cruiserweight Title? Spayde Martinez: HA! Challengers?! No, JJ. They’ll each be failed opponents. In order for someone to be a challenger, they have to pose a challenge. VOID does not fit that bill! Sara Pettis’ sad claims to fame are a hot streak and a dead pedo hubby. Not much of a challenge on either front!Each competitor approaches the other at the center of the ring. They get nose to nose, jawing at one another until Regan rears back and throws a solid elbow to VOID’s jaw.
Jimmy Garcia: Straight off the opening bell, Regan is demonstrating some serious intensity here tonight!JJ Biggs: She sure is, Jimmy. At this rate, it’ll be a short contest either ‘cause she burns herself out and VOID gets the jump on her or because he just pounds VOID into dust.Jimmy Garcia: I don’t see anyone in AW pounding VOID into dust, JJ.Spayde Martinez: I fucking do.JJ Biggs: Yeah! SPAYDE WILL, JIMMY!VOID falls to a seated position in the turnbuckle, and as Regan approaches, VOID grabs Regan's by the waistband and throws her head-first into the middle turnbuckle. Regan bounces off of the impact and crashes to the mat. VOID makes his way over to Regan who is reeling from the blow to the face.
VOID grabs Regan's leg and locks Regan up in a spinning toe hold. VOID wrenches the hold in and Regan is scratching at VOID in an attempt to break the hold. VOID sinks the hold in just a bit tighter, and in a quick bit of desperation, Regan swings her free leg up and plants a kick on VOID’s jaw. The hold is immediately broken as VOID stumbles back a few steps. Regan grabs him in a small package.
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JJ Biggs: That was almost a very sudden end to this match!VOID does a kip up and Regan quickly rises as well. VOID grabs Regan in an Irish whip and throws Regan into the ropes. She rebounds into VOID, and VOID nails a Hurricanrana on Regan. Due to the momentum of the move, Regan slides out of the ring to the outside. VOID stands quickly, and waits on the side of the ring opposite where Regan went out. As Regan rises, VOID runs at her in a full sprint and throws himself over the top rope hitting Regan with a death defying plancha.
Jimmy Garcia: Good god! What an impact! Both competitors are laid out on the mat.Spayde Martinez: In a damn heap! Just like trash should be!JJ Biggs: Ha! Good one, Champ! Everyone in this arena could hear the impact of that human car wreck! The referee starts the count to the double count out.
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Each competitor starts to stir and climb back to their feet.
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Both competitors roll under the bottom rope and break up the count, however neither is able to stand so a KO count begins as they lie in the ring.
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VOID gets up to his hands and knees as Regan gets to one knee. The count continues until they reach their feet, so the ref continues counting.
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VOID is able to reach his feet to break the count. Regan grabs VOID’s leg as he attempts to stand, VOID plants a firm punch on Regan's jaw. Regan drops back to the mat, and VOID taunts him while he’s down. Regan reaches his knees as VOID turns back to face him, and as VOID bends to pick Regan up from his knees, Regan hits VOID with a stiff European Uppercut.
VOID bends at the waist as he favors his head, and Regan takes the opportunity to drill him into the mat with a knee across the back. VOID’s face is driven into the mat and he lays limp as Regan climbs the ropes. At the top rope, Regan launches herself off the ropes in an attempt at a diving knee drop.
Jimmy Garcia: MAMA MIA! REGAN IS FLYING LIKE A BIRD!At the last moment, VOID rolls out of the way, and Regan slams hard into the mat.
Spayde Martinez: Flying like a goddamn ostrich!JJ Biggs: A flightless bird! YES, CHAMP!Jimmy Garcia: Jesus, JJ, have you no shame?!The ref starts the 10 count as both competitors are on the mat again.
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VOID crawls over to Regan and attempts to cover her for the pin with only one arm.
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Just before the ref’s hand falls for the 3 count, Regan kicks out of the pin attempt. Both competitors work their way up to their feet. Regan whips VOID into the corner and charges, looking for a jumping back elbow.
Jimmy Garcia: She connects! VOID is wounded after that one!VOID stumbles forward out of the corner and Regan approaches to hit the one-knee Codebreaker!
Jimmy Garcia: Belle Ringer! Belle Ringer! JJ Biggs: NO! VOID REVERSED IT INTO A VICIOUS SIDEWALK SLAM!VOID stands strong over Regan. He approaches and grabs Regan’s arms before pounding her into the mat with a series of stomping kicks.
Jimmy Garcia: GIVE! IN!When Regan appears to be on dream street, VOID uses his hold on her arms to pull her up off the mat and lifts her into a fireman’s carry.
JJ Biggs: That’s the set up! This one’s gotta be over! Here it comes!
Jimmy Garcia: INTO THE ABYSS!Spayde Martinez: So VOID can lift a paper weight. How impressive…VOID drives Regan into the matt with his Time Bomb, and makes the cover.
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Jimmy Garcia: That’s it! A HUGE WIN TONIGHT FOR VOID!Spayde Martinez: It’s not that huge. Calm down.Jimmy Garcia: Do you just insist on raining on every parade you see? You must just be a ton of fun at parties!JJ Biggs: HEY! JIMMY! SHUT UP!VOID is up to his feet as Regan recovers just enough to roll out of the ring. As Regan exits the ring, VOID grabs a mic and then takes a seat in the center of it staring into the hard cam.
VOID: The month of rapture is upon us. Sara Pettis, Spayde Martinez, it matters not. I will be watching from below, ready, waiting. My wrath will be silent, my justice swift. It will not be a fight. It will be an evisceration. And when you wake up, you will not find yourself usurped from the throne, no. You will find your kingdom gone. No flames, no destruction, no crashed gates. Simply absent and erased from existence. You will wish yourself dead, rather than live in the world of my creation. They say history is written by the winners. But the Abyss does not care for history. When I win the crown of glory, I need only write eulogies.VOID throws the mic aside. Suddenly, behind him, Spayde Martinez slides into the ring! She smashes a knee into the back of his head and then locks in the triangle choke!
Jimmy Garcia: Busted Out! The Cruiserweight champ has stormed the ring, and she is choking out one of her prospective contenders!JJ Biggs: What the hell! Is VOID… IS HE SMILING?!VOID’s face wears an unmistakable demented smile for a flash, but as Spayde locks the hold in further and chinches her grip, the smile disappears and VOID’s lights are out. The referee desperately attempts to break Spayde’s hold but he has no luck.
JJ Biggs: Not smiling anymore, huh?! HA!Suddenly, the lights go out in the arena.
JJ Biggs: WHERE’D THE LIGHTS GO?!When they come back on, Spayde is left alone in the ring, the only thing in her clutches a black mask. Spayde stares at the mask laughing like a madwoman.
JJ Biggs: SPAYDE HAS VOID’S NUMBER! Next time the lights aren’t gonna save his ass, Jimmy!Jimmy Garcia: We’ll see, JJ! We’ll see! As for tonight, we are out of time! The graphic pops up and the show fades.