(8/16/21) Monday Night Clash

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Chris Avery: Katherine Hastings is quickly becoming a fan favorite on Monday Night Clash.

Billy: But now she goin' up against a man who brawls like no other!

The lights fade to dark and the lights begin to strobe as Young MA's Henny'd Up hits for about 10 seconds. During this ten seconds the smoke fills the stage and then the beat drops and the verse begins! As Young MA raps over the loudspeakers, Clarence Hendricks comes walking out raising his hands up to a small chorus of cheers. The lights come back on when the beat drops and comes in a bit harder with the hook. Clarence walks down the ramp mouthing some of the words to the song and getting the crowd hype. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and just runs the rest of the way sliding under the ropes into the ring..

Adilene Floyd: Fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada, the Henny Boy... CLARENCE HENDRICKSSSSSS!!

Clarence gets up and spins in a circle hopping up and down on one leg and then blasts to the ropes where he poses again in front of the hard camera! Pyro blasts off the two back ring posts as the music continues. Finally the music fades as Hendricks gets into his corner.

Billy: We ain't seen a man fight with such vigor like-

Chris Avery: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?!

Billy: I done said vigor, man. Relax!

The vocal beginning of "Kiss With A Fist" by Florence + The Machine starts to play over the PA system. The crowd turns to the stage with excitement as a dozen closed red roses appear on the ActionTron. One after another, the rose heads begin to open up until the final larger flower in the centre of the screen finally spreads its petals, revealing…

"𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄"
𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

The crowd cheers and begins to clap along to the beat of the drum as Katherine Hastings runs out onto the stage, being met with a massive ovation. She greets them all with a radiant smile, acknowledging the crowd's reaction before stopping at the top of the ramp, posing with both her arms out wide, her palms facing upwards. After closing both hands and relaxing her arms back down to her side, she proceeds to march confidently towards the ring.

Adilene Floyd: Originating from the City of Westminster, London, England... weighing in at 132 pounds... she is THE ENGLISH ROSE!!... give it up for... KATHERINE HASTINGS!!!

The crowd's cheers pick up momentum once more following her ring introduction. Katherine high-fives multiple fans as she approaches the ring apron closest to the hard camera. She climbs up, standing on the apron as she poses for the crowd once again. Katherine sidesteps to her right, wiping both feet on the mat before finally bending over to enter into the ring, signing the cross as she passes through the ropes.

Once inside the ring, she bounces around on the spot for a few moments until she finally retreats back into the corner. Katherine removes her entrance attire and inserts a mouth guard, commencing her final preparations ready for the match ahead.

Billy: DING! DING! DING!

The match begins and they go to lock up but Hastings goes behind and kicks the back of Hendricks' meaty legs. She keeps hacking away until he drops to a knee, then follows up with a perfect dropkick to the back of his neck. He goes down onto all fours and she goes for a big stomp to the back of his neck but he dodges it and sweeps her legs. She goes to the mat and he gets to his feet. He pumps his feet and the fans cheer. She also gets to her feet and charges at him, only to catch a jumping sidekick where his thigh connects with her face.

Billy: Impressive work from the Henny Boy!!!

Hendricks goes to the corner and he stomps his feet. Hastings starts to get to her feet. Hendricks charges in and goes for a bicycle axe kick--

Chris Avery: AXE HAMM--

Billy: NOPE! HASTINGS DONE DODGED IT!!!

He stumbles forward and turns around right into a spin kick from Hastings.

Chris Avery: KISS FROM A ROSE!!!

Hendricks falls to the mat and Hastings looks to the corner. She climbs the ropes and doesn't hesitate to soar off with a corkscrew 450 splash… but Hendricks rolls out of the way.

Billy: SHITFIRE! HASTINGS TOOK A LEAP OF FAITH AND IT DIDN'T PAY OFF!!

Hendricks rolls toward the ropes and then pulls himself up. He looks down as Hendricks holds her ribs from the mishap. He pulls her up and then plants her with a gutwrench sitout powerbomb in the middle of the ring.

Chris Avery: WHAT A MOVE!

Hendricks covers Hastings.

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Billy: She still in this one!

Hendricks gets up and he nods his head rhythmically. He confidently pulls Hastings up and hooks her up in the middle of the ring.

Billy: She 'bout to be Twisted Up!

He hoists her up with a pumphandle and she instinctively throws a kick that catches the side of his head. He releases the hold and she gets to her feet. After a furious strike combination, she connects with a jumping double underhook dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane.

Billy: BATTLE! OF! HASTINGSSSSSS!!!!

Chris Avery: THERE'S THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

The final bell tolls.

Adilene Floyd: The winner of this match… The English Rose… KATHERINE HASTINGSSSSSS!!!

Hastings gets up and her arm is raised in victory. Hendricks rolls out of the ring.

Billy: What a win! I dig this new superstar!

Chris Avery: With wins like this she could be well on her way to superstardom!

We fade to a commercial.

Adilene Floyd: The following is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, he weighs in at 235 lbs... the wealthiest Mexican superstar in Action Wrestling.... DIEGO TESORO!!

RICH GREEDY feat. Peso Peso's Ese Talk hits and a engine noise is heard when a brand new Tesla Series X drives up next to the stage and Diego Tesoro hops out of the drivers seat and poses next to the car. The crowd boos as Diego jogs around the front of the car and hops onto the stage and stands at the top directly under a shower of pyro from above him and he points to his smiling face.

Diego fists pumps and makes his way down the ramp smiling and talking trash to all the disgusting fans in the rows around him. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and makes his way up the steps to the apron and looks back out at the crowd who continue to all boo him. He dips through the ropes and spins in a half circle and jumps to the middle turnbuckles and points back at his face with a huge smile. The crowd loves to boo him again as he makes fun of them for not having as much money as he has. He hops down off the turnbuckles and is ready to wrestle.

Billy: ...Wow, fuck this guy.

Chris Avery: This is a unique matchup between two of our more evenly matched young stars on the roster, both of whom are cut from a similar cloth, shall we say.

Adilene Floyd: And his opponent, weighing in at 229 lbs... "THE MAGNIFICENT BASTARD"... BRIAN VAINE!!

The opening chords play, and Brian Vaine steps out in his Magnificence. He greets the jeering crowd with a cocky smile and his arms out, soaking up the reaction. He walks down the ramp with a strut, then points his cane at a fan, his smile turning into an angry scowl. As the chorus kicks in, he leaps onto the apron facing his not so adoring public, pointing his cane to all the crowd, then raising his arms in time with the chorus and screaming while looking to the rafters..

"Hallelujah I'm Not Dead!" After such showmanship its down to business as he enters the ring and removes his suit neatly, placing his cane at the corner turnbuckle and handing his suit, neatly, to the ring girl exclaiming "THAT SUIT BETTER BE READY TO WEAR AFTER THE MATCH..IT COSTS MORE THAN YOU EARN IN A YEAR!"

Billy: I mean... do we really have to wait for this guy to remove his entire business suit every time just to get down to wrestling tights, doesn't it make more sense to just not wear it -

Chris Avery: The sheer arrogance on display here is mind-boggling.

Tesoro is completely blowing Vaine off, turning this way and that to the crowd and holding his hands up arrogantly. Vaine, bristling with pompous outrage, looks at the referee, then at Tesoro with annoyance. With Tesoro still taking a lap to berate the fans at ringside and taunt them with his back turned to Vaine, the Magnificent Bastard axehandles him over the back and begins laying into him with clubbing blows and right hands.

Chris Avery: There's lesson number one, kids, never turn your back on someone who's handle in trade is "Magnificent Bastard".

Billy: I want it on record I hate both of these carpet baggers and I wanna go get a hot dog rather than be subjected to their asshattery!

Vaine clubs and boots Diego down to the mat. He lifts Diego up, gives him a knee to the midsection, then slams him down with a body slam. Vaine drops an elbow across his chest, then another, then another. He backs up to the ropes, coming in for another elbow drop, but Diego moves out of the way. Vaine hits the mat and gets to his feet, and Tesoro immediately flings a right at his face, then another, then another. Vaine cuts him off by violently kicking him in the midsection, and then taking him down with a Russian legsweep. The ref removes the TV title belt from the ring as Vaine gets down and starts choking Tesoro with his hand around his throat as he pushes down. The ref spots it and warns Vaine about the choke, and Vaine breaks it up.

Chris Avery: Vaine isn't even letting Diego Tesoro get his wind in this match.

Vaine lifts Tesoro up, clubbing him over the back. He whips Tesoro into the corner, and goes charging in for a move but Tesoro catches him by flaring out his elbow. Vaine stumbles back, and then snarls. He turns back to Diego, but Diego elbows him again. Diego begins fighting his way out of the corner with right hands, backing Vaine up. He goes to whip Vaine to the ropes, but Vaine plants his feet and refuses to budge. Diego tries again, but again Vaine will not be moved. Finally, Vaine reverses, sending Diego to the ropes with force. Diego bounces off the ropes right into a drop toehold followed by an elbow to the back of the head. Vaine pulls Diego to his feet again. This time, Diego rakes Vaine’s eyes. Diego blasts Vaine with a vicious European uppercut, followed by two more. Tesoro lands a kick to the gut. Diego takes Vaine down with a kneelift to the face. Diego applies a grounded headlock. Vaine struggles in the hold, trying to push Diego off. Diego gets up, pulling Vaine to his feet. Diego takes Vaine down with a snap suplex. Diego insults the crowd in Spanish as he goes for a cover.

One… Vaine powers out.

Diego stands up and he hits a series of stomps to Vaine’s midsection. Vaine rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, prompting the crowd to boo. Diego watches on as Vaine gets to his feet. Diego runs off the ropes, sliding in and taking Vaine down with a baseball slide. Vaine is knocked over. Diego climbs to the outside and begins peppering Vaine with right hands. He walks Vaine over and bounces his head off the apron. He rolls Vaine in the ring, and takes a moment to arrogantly hold his arms up and take in the negative reaction. He slides in the ring and he waits for Vaine to get to his feet. When he does, Diego tries a kick to the gut. Vaine catches it, but then he catches a kick to the back of the head via an enziguri by Tesoro. Diego gets up and he drops a leg across Vaine's throat. Tesoro spots the apparent weakness in his opponent and doesn't waste another moment, bulling Vaine into the corner before unloading on him with a series of vicious chops. Vaine finally shoves the Vaine away, but as he steps out of the corner, Tesoro greets him with a roundhouse kick to his tender right side, then spins around and doubles Vaine over with a kick to the gut. Tesoro hits the ropes and rebounds, connecting with a vicious knee strike to the side of Vaine's head. Vaine tries to roll to safety, but Tesoro is too quick and lashes into him with another sharp kick to the side. Tesoro follows up by drilling Vaine with a European uppercut that sends the fortunate son staggering into the ropes. Trying to press the advantage, Tesoro shoots his opponent off the ropes, but when Tesoro bends down for a back body drop Vaine leapfrogs him, hits the ropes on the other side, and rebounds by catching Tesoro with a flying forearm just as he turns around. Now Vaine gets to his feet.

Chris Avery: Some pure athleticism in the early goings of this match.

Billy: These two are fighting like they owe money!

Chris Avery: Well, I can imagine that Vaine probably has a lot of rhetoric saved up about people of Tesoro's ethnicity being in our country.

Billy: *awkward cough*

Now Vaine takes Tesoro to the mat with an arm drag. Tesoro scrambles up, but Vaine again catches Tesoro off-guard, hip tossing him to the mat. Tesoro pulls himself to a seated position, which presents a perfect target for Vaine, who hits the ropes and drills the luchador with a seated dropkick right to the chest. Vaine drags Tesoro up and whips him into the corner, then follows him with a charge and delivers a hard running back elbow. With Tesoro prone in the corner, Vaine takes the chance to unload with a few vicious chops of his own. This draws a "WOOOOOOO" from the crowd with every successive chop to the chest. Vaine takes a break from the chopping to pepper Tesoro with a series of clubbing forearms, but the referee says he’s seen enough and forces a break. Pulling him out of the corner, Vaine hooks Tesoro for a vertical suplex, but Tesoro comes back with a series of elbows to the right side. Tesoro attempts to switch position with a snap suplex of his own, but in mid-air Vaine shifts his weight and rolls through into a small package.

Billy: Tesoro is all off his game, Vaine might have it!

One...

Two... kickout.

Diego breaks free and gets to his feet. Tesoro tries another kick to the gut, but it’s caught again. This time, Vaine takes Diego down with a dragon whip. Vaine pulls Diego up and then he hits a swinging neckbreaker. Vaine applies a rear chinlock. Diego reaches out and he grabs a hold of the bottom rope. Vaine lets go right away, but he also drives his forearm into the back of Tesoro’s shoulders. Holding Diego in chinlock position, Vaine punishes him with a wicked looking crossface forearm shot, then another, then another. Vaine pulls Diego to his feet where he nails him in the back of the neck with a forearm smash. Vaine hooks Tesoro by his head, and then he plants him into the mat with a double arm DDT. Vaine gets up, but then he puts Diego right into a half crab with armlock submission. Diego screams in pain as Vaine pulls bag on the leg. Vaine cinches the hold in even more, making Diego scream out in pain. The ref asks Diego if he gives up, but he yells “NO!” at the top of his lungs. Vaine lets go of the move, but it’s apparent damage was done to his lower back. Diego rolls around on the mat. Tesoro, groaning, rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Vaine gets annoyed and starts to go after him. The ref tries to stop Vaine from going outside, but Vaine pushes past him. Vaine rushes over to Diego, clubbing him in the back. Vaine spins Diego around and he goes for an Irish whip. Diego reverses it, sending Vaine knees first into the steel steps. Vaine is knocked over the steps and sprawls to the concrete. As Diego walks over to Vaine, he stops and asks if anybody even likes this smug rich douche.

Chris Avery: ...A fair question, actually.

Billy: Hey you can't insult American billionaires, it's like you're insulting my feelings about possibly being really rich one day!

Chris Avery: How's hitting the Powerball going for you, Billy?

Tesoro begins dropping vicious boots to Vaine’s legs as Vaine groans. Finally, Tesoro pulls Vaine up and he scoop slams him onto the concrete. Vaine arches his back and contorts in the aisle. Tesoro pulls Vaine back up, gripping him by the hair. Diego tries a hard right, but Vaine blocks it. Vaine lands a hard right of his own. Diego staggers backwards as Vaine holds himself up on the apron, shaking the cobwebs out. Both men take a moment to recover, then Tesoro rushes towards Vaine, but Vaine catches him, maneuvers his hands so that he's holding him in position for a front powerslam or fallaway slam, then he turns, runs forward and rams Diego midsection first into the steel ringpost with a lot of force. He releases Tesoro, and Tesoro immediately begins holding his sides and groaning in pain.

Chris Avery: Did you see that sickening impact, Diego Tesoro was folded up like a piece of paper!

Billy: And not the paper that Vaine can snort some blow through, either!

Vaine lifts Tesoro up on his shoulder and snarls at the crowd, before dropping Tesoro face first across the steel guardrail. Vaine gives Tesoro a flurry of right hands, beating him down to a sitting position, then the ref tries to get Vaine to get back in the ring. Vaine ignores him, backs up and connects with a running kick right to the face of Tesoro, knocking him halfway over the guardrail. Vaine snarls at the fans at ringside. He lifts Tesoro up, and walks him over to roll him in the ring. Vaine lifts Diego up, walking him over to the corner. He slams Diego's head off the turnbuckle. Vaine slaps Diego in the chest several times with a series of chops. With his opponent hanging limply in the corner, Vaine backs up to the opposite edge of the ring, thundering across the ring and nailing Tesoro with a flying clothesline in the corner. Grabbing Tesoro out of the corner, the King spins his opponent around, hooks in a rear waistlock and sends Tesoro way overhead with a release German suplex, flipping Tesoro completely over and forcing him to land flat on his chest. Tesoro groans, selling the hard landing. Tesoro tries to push himself up on his elbows, but Vaine is all over him before he can, pulling him up and driving a knee into his ribs, then one more for good measure. After throwing in an elbow to the side of the head to disorient Tesoro even more, Vaine scoops him up with a fireman’s carry and drops him, planting both of his knees into Tesoro midsection with a gutbuster. Then he covers.

One...

Two... Kickout.

Vaine looks to the crowd, a sneer of disdain on his face, then he piefaces Diego Tesoro, shoving him down with disrespect. He gets up, smooshing Tesoro face with his boot a few times, and slaps him across the back of the head as he pulls him up. Vaine picks Diego up walks him over to the corner and unloads with a few right hands until Tesoro doesn't resist. Then, Vaine tries to sit Tesoro up on the top rope, hauling the slightly dazed superstar up. Vaine stars to climb up, but Tesoro stops him with a rake to the eyes. Diego shoves Vaine off of the ropes with a boot. Diego stands up on the second rope, and Vaine is staggered and turned half a step away, Tesoro flies and he crushes him with a missile dropkick. Vaine is knocked flat on his back. Tesoro, pressing his advantage, lifts Vaine up, whipping him into a corner, and then running in to hit a corner enziguri.

Chris Avery: Cash Kick connects!!

Vaine crumbles out of the corner, and Tesoro flips him over to pin him. The referee counts.

One...

Two...

Thr- Kickout!

Disappointed, he yells and bangs the mat, telling the referee to come on. Tesoro tries to pull Vaine back to his feet, but he is surprised by a dirty rake to the eyes. Tesoro yells in pain and turns away, scrubbing at his eyes, only to walk right into a spinebuster. Both men are down for a second as the ref checks on them. Vaine is the first man to move, pushing himself up. Tesoro also starts to stir, but Vaine is to his feet before Tesoro can get up. Tesoro stands up with his back to Vaine. Vaine wraps his arms around Tesoro's waist and he flings him with a high angle release German suplex. Tesoro fall to the mat, in pain, and Vaine rests on one knee, trying to get all the pieces working again. He motions for Tesoro to get up, and when he does, Vaine drops him with an X-Factor.

Chris Avery: And there's the Face Fixxer!!

Vaine covers.

One...

Two...

Thr- Kickout!!

Vaine runs his hands through his hair in agitation, gritting his teeth and yelling "COME ON!" and he gets to his feet, grabbing the referee's shirt and saying the dirty peasant better do him right. The referee shoves Vaine off and warns him that he's about to be disqualified.

Chris Avery: One thing that I don't think either man understands is they can't buy their way into a win here. You either have the talent and the will to succeed or you don't.

Billy: Yeah, but... they're both rich dudes, so they're better than everyone, I guess.

Chris Avery: If one cocky rich dude who's entire premise is centered around being better than anyone meets another cocky rich dude who's premise is centered around being better than anyone, is either one really on a higher pedestal?

Billy: Now you're getting too metaphysical! Dumb it down a shade!!

Vaine is finished threatening the referee, and he turns around, but he is rolled into a la magistral cradle from Tesoro!!

One...

Two...

Thre- Kickout!

Both men pop out at the same time, and are laid on the mat, breathing heavily, Vaine looking like he has no idea wtf just happened, Tesoro kicking himself that that wasn't it. After a few moments of recovering their energy and pushing themselves over, both men start to get to their feet at the same time, and start trading right hands. Vain goes for a clothesline but Diego catches him with his legs, rolls Brian over and locks on the armbar!!

Brian has to tap!!

Billy: HE TAPS!!

DING DING DING

Chris Avery: DIEGO TESSORO WINS!

Diego gets to his feet and kicks Brian out of the ring and celebrates on his own! The ref tries to raise his hand but Diego takes it back from him and keeps celebrating!

Billy: What a win for Diego! Picking up his first win in AW!

Chris Avery: Does this guy even have a contract?

Diego keeps celebrating as the crowd boos and we cut to a commercial.

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We head back to Clash where the crowd is starting to get antsy for their next segment.

Things turn weird when a soft piano starts to play on the PA system.


Chris Avery: What the hell…?

Billy: Is it Billy?! Has Torture finally booked Billy Joel?!

The lyrics starts coming in a shrill young female voice.

ANIMAL CRACKERS IN MY SOUP
MONKEYS AND RABBITS LOOP DE LOOP

The crowd starts to laugh, understanding the joke moments before Max Daemon walks out onto the stage in a goddamn sailor suit.


GOSH OH GEE BUT I HAVE FUN
SWALLOWING ANIMALS ONE BY ONE

Despite the situation, Max has the biggest smirk on his face.

Billy: Well this is significantly less interesting…

Chris can’t stop laughing at the desk.

Max tips his sailor hat to the passing fans as he approaches the ring, making sure that nobody touches the pinwheel in his left hand. His right hand is busy carrying the Tokyo Cup.

Once Max gets to ringside, he sets the cup on the apron. He takes the steps up to the ring, making sure the sailor suit remains primmed and pressed. He steps into the ring but grabs the Tokyo Cup over the ropes not long after. He sets the Cup directly in the center of the ring before nabbing a microphone from Adeline Floyd at ringside, who is also trying to hold her laughter back.

Max steps in the center of the ring, placing the pinwheel into the Cup’s opening. Max then gives a little curtsy to the laughing Idaho City crowd as Shirley fades away from the speakers.

The smirk on his face is enough to indicate his current mood.

Max Daemon: I hope ya' all have soaked this in. Cause Johnny…

Max points right at the camera in the ring.

Max Daemon:…that was for YOU buddy!

That gets the crowd to cheer, solely at the mention of their Hardcore Champion.

Max Daemon: And since I know you’re watchin from Oslo…yes he’s not here tonight, so sorry if ya' wanted ta' see him kick my ass…

The fans boo that a little bit, but understand that the champion needs some rest.

Max Daemon:…so I know you’re watching Johnny-boy. And ya' better soak this shit in. With my sailor hat, my sailor suit, my dope ass shoes, and my wonderful Fred Rogers ascot…suffice ta' say I make this shit look good.

Max grabs his pinwheel and gives it a little flick, smiling widely as it twirls, earning him another bout of laughter from the crowd.

Once that’s done, he places the pinwheel back into the cup.

Max Daemon: And despite what ya' might think, I’m actually not fuckin drunk as shit tonight. I’m like…40% sober…which is almost a 100% less than I usually am right about this time. And I tell ya' this, wearin this outfit, not ta' speak to you fans in bumfuck…nowhere…

The fans start to boo the inevitable.

Max Daemon:…Irish imitator’s…potato fuckin…‘country folk make do’…Republican hicks…Idahoans…

And here goes the boos.

Max Daemon:…but ta' speak ta'…YOUR…Hardcore Champion…Johnny-boy…sittin in Oslo…hopefully with his sweet beau by his side. Ya’ see…Johnny isn’t here on Clash, and that’s fine. Personally, I decided ta' take last week off and focus all my attention on who was gonna win the match at XIII. And then next week…I’ll focus on my All In qualifier…cause as was promised by one Pasta Mack…I get a shot at that as well.

The reminder doesn’t sit well with the fans who give him another round of boos.

Max Daemon: But also next week…I wanna get inta' this ring. And make what people like Torture would call…a moment. I wanna stand in this ring…one-on-one…face-to-face…with my opponent for Uprising.

The fans start to cheer at the challenge.

Max Daemon: No fightin…we’re better than that. Just…a conversation…to wet the appetite of these fans lookin forward ta' what we’ve been buildin up for months. So Johnny-boy…let’s have a little talk.

Max starts to look directly into the camera.

Max Daemon: I didn’t choose to wear this outfit cause of your stupid deal we made at Havoc…the one that…technically…YOU ended up fuckin up. I’m wearin this cause even though I look ridiculous…ya' need ta' know that even though I look like Donald Duck…and came out ta' a song from an infomercial that might be the most overplayed ad in history…I’m still…better…than you.

Max grabs his hat, tossing it to the side, not caring where it lands. His smirk fades away, leaving a scowl on his face.

Max Daemon: Get a good look Johnny-boy. This is the only time I’m doin somethin for ya'. Ya' got your wish. Now ya' have somethin ta' add ta' your bookmarks when ya' start to stroke it…cause Mae can’t put up with you bein too fucked up for the night.

The fans let off a collective “ooh”. Max unties the ascot, throwing it to the side.

Max Daemon: Johnny-boy…I can afford ta' walk out here lookin like a joke…cause these people know…from the bumfucks in Idaho…ta' the bumfucks in Maine watchin at home…

Hey, more boos.

Max Daemon:…that everythin I do in this ring…is 100% serious. It’s 100% real. And if we can use wordplay…it’s 100%...pure. A lot of people seem ta' get the idea that I’m a nobody. That I can’t wrestle. That I suck. But if things worked out differently, this match would not be a dream match. It wouldn’t be a match that these fans would want ta' see. Cause it would be Max Daemon…retaining his Pure Title…over the nobody rookie known as Johnny Bacchus.

Max unbuttons his sailor jacket revealing his usual wifebeater underneath. He also untucks both the jacket and shirt.

Max Daemon: And maybe then they’d remember…that I’m a survivor. I claim that I’ve beaten real…athletes…and I would never claim that the people you’ve beaten aren’t…but I’ve done my fair share of survivin against opponents better than me. Opponents…bigger than me. Opponents…that all were knocked out or gave up in this ring. And that’s the killer…everybody claims this shit on me. Cause I was losin for a bit despite not bein pinned, for the most part? That I fell off and nearly died twice cause of my own hubris?

Max shakes his head, making sure his focus is on the camera in front of him.

Max Daemon: Nah…couldn’t tell ya’ what fantasy they’re livin in, but I expect arrogant cunts like Lissie Hope to think somebody like me can’t hang with someone in the high and mighty Philidor. But I don’t expect a piece of shit like you Johnny-boy ta' put down my abilities and underestimate me.

Max sniffs once.

Max Daemon: Unlike a lot of the guys I face, you’re not the kinda dumb-ass ta' think a challenger isn’t shit. But quite frankly, ya' haven’t faced anybody like me before, especially not since winnin that Hardcore Title. Cause we come from the same cloth, from the same blood, from the same breed! We’re a lotta like, and holy shit…I got a LOT ta' say about that…but one thing we are similar in…is that we both got started in that Pure Division. So if anybody would know what it’s like ta' face a guy like you…it’d be me.

Max looks out to the crowd, pausing a bit before resuming staring down the camera lens.

Max Daemon: So Johnny-boy…know that I’m not fuckin around. That I’m as serious about this shit as you are…and that’s why I walked out here in this old, navy shit…because if you can look like a fuckin joke…and make everythin you do a fuckin joke…than god dammit…I’m Max fuckin Daemon…!

He spreads his arms, revealing Max fuckin Daemon in all his glory, much to the crowd’s boos.

Max Daemon:…and I make everythin you do look better…because everythin you do…is everythin I’ve already done.

Max slams the mic into the camera. When it falls to the mat, he lets those words stew as he grabs his cup. He grabs the pinwheel first, but lets it drop to the mat to join the mic. He gives it a hard stomp, smashing the plastic, before making his way up the ramp.

Billy: Some strong words from our Tokyo Cup winner!

Chris Avery: Next week…we’re gonna get Uprising early! Max Daemon and Johnny Bacchus…in the same damn ring!

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Billy: This next match is interesting! This all started a few weeks ago when John Black challenged Hardcore Champion Johnny Bacchus! Instead, Team Extreme came out and tried to beat John Blacks ass!

Chris Avery: But they couldn't! So we saw Bam Beefer introduce Black to Beef Rulez match last week on Clash, but Black came out on top!

Billy: The win wasn't very long though as Striker attacked Black afterwards! He not only attacked him, but he handcuffed him to the ropes and beat him up some more!

Chris Avery: Then Striker told Black that tonights match was then made official! A street match between Striker and John Black!

Billy: That's how we got here! We're ready!

DING!

The lights goes out, and we hear the record scratching, then once "I get Real Raw" is heard JB comes out to the stage with the lights on as the song plays on the iron. He then stands at the entrance way, looking at the crowd and walks down to the ramp and gives everyone some daps. Then he slides into the ring, and stands at the corner and taunts to everyone. Then he stands in the middle of the ring as his theme cuts off.

Billy: John Black looks ready!

Crimson Valley's Open the Gates hits and the speakers immediately blow out when the song hits hard and heavy. Shane Striker walks out from behind the curtain slowly and stands on the stage and slowly lifts up one arm. He smiles and laughs at the crowd booing his violence tendencies. Striker fixes his wrist tape and slaps his knee pads as he starts to walk down the ramp.

Adilene Floyd: From the dark side of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is the FACE OF VIOLENCE.. SHANE STRIKER!!

Striker jumps onto the steel steps and stomps on them four times in unison to the rock song's heavy drum hits. He walks to the apron and bends through the ropes and then charges across the ring and bounces off the ropes chest first and then stops leaning on the said ropes and yelling out at the crowd with his arms open wide. He points to the scars on his shoulders and chest and his forehead as he prepares for battle. The music fades as he steps into the corner.

Billy: This should be good! Anything goes in a street fight!

Chris Avery: But remember the falls count in the ring only!

DING DING DING

Black rushes over and jumps on Striker in the corner and unloads a fury of right hands!!

The crowd POPS!!

Billy: HERE WE GO!! BLACK UNLOADING!!

Chris Avery: HES UNLEASHED!!

Black whips Striker to the other corner and then hits a spear taking him down and continues striking him with rights and lefts!! Striker shoves Black off through the ropes to the outside! Striker slides out of the ring and Black hits a knee to the gut! He whips Striker into the railing!! Black rushes at him but Striker backbody drops him into the front row onto the chairs!! Striker steps over the railing and hits a right hand on Black!!

Striker grabs a chair and picks up slamming it over Blacks head!! Black stumbles down as Striker steals a large pretzel with nacho cheese from a fan! The mark tries to cry about it but Striker intimidates him! He takes the pretzel and shoves it into John Blacks face!! He takes the nacho cheese and slams it into the head of Black!!

Billy: NACHO CHEESE EVERYWHERE!!

They continue walking and brawling through the crowd as Striker throws Black into the wall but Black reverses it and Striker slams into the wall behind the lower level rows! Black takes a beer from someone and smashes it over Strikers face!! Black picks up a steel chair from someone who gave it to him and he folds it.. Striker turns around and Black SMASHES the chair over Strikers head!! Striker collapses down as Black holds the chair up.

Chris Avery: Jesus christ!!

Billy: OH MAN!!

Black picks up Striker and we see the blood dripping down his head now as Black hits a big suplex onto the cement!

Chris Avery: THE UNFORGIVING CEMENT!

Black gets up holding his back but he ain't no bitch ya know? Striker is crawling dripping blood everywhere as he gets to the railing and Black clotheslines him as soon as he stands up back into the ringside area!! Black raises his arms and the crowd goes crazy!

Someone hands another steel chair to Black and he picks it up and folds it. He stands up on the railing and jumps off the railing smashing the chair over the back of Striker!

Billy: What a shot!

Black picks up Striker and whips him into the ring post!!

Billy: God damn!

Black takes a table out from underneath the ring and the crowd pops. He slides the table into the ring but turns his attention back to Striker! Striker throws white freedom powder into the face of Black! Black stumbles back and Striker slams the head of Black onto the announcers table! He takes Black and shoves him back into the ring apron! Black is hurt everywhere and Striker picks up the chair and slams it into the gut of Black bending him forward and then smashing it over his back!

Billy: Down goes Black!

Striker slides into the ring wiping his blood away and picking up the table. He sets it up perfectly in the middle of the ring. Black stumbles up and gets onto the apron but Striker grabs him and picks him up like a suplex but drops him stomach first onto the ropes! Striker hits forearms to his back in this position now too!

Billy: Striker just giving him everything!

Chris Avery: Wow! Black needs to turn the tide here!

Striker moves to the turnbuckles and climbs up! Black is in the ring and pulled over to the corner too. Striker picks up Black to his feet but Black hits the ropes CAUSING STRIKER TO FALL ONTO HIS BALLS!!

Billy: A NUT SHOT ON THE TURNBUCKLES!!

Black climbs up and hits a headbutt on Striker! Another headbutt! Another headbutt! Another headbutt! Black is now bleeding but he don't give two shits bruh! Black picks up Striker on his shoulders from the middle turnbuckles and flips him off!!

Billy: LOOK OUT!!

Chris Avery: OH SNAP!!

Black hits a Death Valley Driver from the middle turnbuckles!!

Billy: THE BLACK LIST!!

Striker smashes through the fucking table!! Black crawls over and pins him!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

DING DING DING

Billy: JOHN BLACK WINS!!

Chris Avery: STRIKER LOSES IN THE STREET FIGHT!!

The crowd erupts as Black sits up and the ref raises his arms! Black gets up and notices Beefer coming to the ring! Beefer grabs Striker from outside the ring and pulls him out. Black looks at them ready for warfare but Beefer doesn't attempt!

Billy: I think this rivalry might be over!

Chris Avery: Damn, it should be! Black has defeated Beefer and Striker in back to back hardcore matches!

Beefer helps Striker up the ramp while Beefer is yelling this isn't over! Not by a long shot!

Black wants them to get back into the ring for more but Beefer doesn't at all. They get up the ramp and escape as Black taunts and the crowd goes crazy!

We fade to a commercial.

You hear the sick intro to “U Mad” by Vic Mensa start to play, and you’re immediately mesmerized by the display of flashing lights and the titantron presenting to you Action Wrestling’s Show Stealer.

“Ooo I don’t need y’all either.
“Ooo don’t wanna talk about it.
“Ooo like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody.
“Like I don’t know nobody.
“I guess I don’t!”

“Oh you mad, huh?
‘Oh you mad, huh?
‘Oh oh you mad, huh?”

You spot the smug look of the Show Stealer, Cassidy Adler, as he struts onto the ramp and begins to make his way down to the ring, adjusting his baggy shorts and beaming a pearly-toothed smile at you, causing you to immediately feel the need to get his number and find out when he’s next available.

Unfortunately for you, this is the Adler show and he’s here to slap a hoe, not find his next sexploit. Cassidy brushes his blonde hair out of his eyes, slicking it back and blowing a kiss at the camera, followed by a wink as his music fades out. You can feel your heart racing from his mere presence in the ring as the 6’1, 183 pound specimen seems to have not only stolen the show, but everyone’s hearts. Even Adilene Floyd is swooning.

Adilene Floyd: N… n- now in the ring, from Rye, New York… the “Show Stealer” C-Cassidy Adler!

Don’t worry, Adilene. Cassidy forgives you. He’s used to it.

Chris Avery: Cassidy Adler has faced a lot of challenges in his career… but perhaps none as huge as Rampage!

War Ready by Def Rebel hits and the ActionTron strobes and lights up with RAMPAGE logos. Rampage walks out from behind the curtain and poses on the top of the stage. Adilene Floyd begins to introduce Rampage as he brushes off the few fans who are trying to reach out and touch Rampage. He doesn't let them get close and gives them a snarl just for thinking about it.

Adilene Floyd: Standing at 6'1, weighing 328 pounds, he is the Brick Wall.. RAMPAGE!

Rampage stomps his one foot down on the steel steps and looks menacing out at the crowd. He climbs up the steps onto the apron and wipes his feet before getting into the ring where he quickly turns and yells out towards the crowd and the camera letting everyone know Rampage is here and he's born angry.

Chris Avery: Ooohhh. Adler might be biting off more than he can chew by taunting Rampage.

Rampage steps to the middle of the ring, not backing down to Adler in the slightest. Adler walks right up to him and bitch slaps him across the face.

Cassidy Adler: WHO IS YOU?!

Rampage clobbers the fuck outta Adler with a King Kong Lariat.

Billy: RAMPAGE DONE SHOWED HIM WHO HE IS!

The opening bell tolls and Rampage drags Adler up with one arm, then effortlessly tosses him into the corner before following up with a mighty splash. Rampage backs out of the corner and watches Adler gasp for air. Rampage reaches and pulls Adler toward him… and Adler rakes Rampage's eyes to back him away. Adler comes in hot and goes for an Aloysius Thesz Press… but Rampage doesn't budge and Adler crashes into the big man, then falls to the mat.

Billy: Rampage don't even have to do nothin' to put Adler down!

Rampage reaches down and pulls Adler up, only to get a shitty punch right to the jaw. Adler follows up with a few more, cracking Rampage all over. He cracks Rampage with a running elbow to the head. Rampage stumbles back. Adler dropkicks his knee, sending the big man down to one knee. He comes in fast with a running knee to the side of Rampage's head that puts the big man on all fours. Adler relentlessly stomps away all over Rampage until he's lying on the mat.

Chris Avery: Cassidy Adler is on a roll!

He goes to the corner and cautiously climbs up, then soars off with a frog splash.

Billy: WAVE ALERT!

Adler lands the splash onto Rampage's back, which takes a lot out of him, too. He struggles to roll Rampage over, but puts his all into it.

Chris Avery: There's the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Adler goes to his feet, then backs off to watch Rampage push up to his feet. Adler swings a wild punch and Rampage pulls him up and then slams him down with a desperate Samoan Drop. Adler gets dropped so hard that he bounces to the ropes, rolling out onto the apron but just barely holding on enough to not fall out of the ring.

Chris Avery: That was a close one.

Rampage pushes up to his feet and he walks to the ropes. He reaches through and drags Adler back in the ring. Adler screams out to the referee and calls for a timeout. The referee urges Rampage to let him go, seeing the agent in Adler's eyes. While the ref checks on him, he swings a swift kick between Rampage's legs but--

Billy: UH OH! THEM THIGHS IS TOO THICK!

Chris Avery: HIS LEG IS… STUCK!!!

The fans roar as Rampage looks down at Adler's leg, stuck between his massive thighs. He looks up at Adler and shakes his head. He loosens his… grip… on Adler's leg and pulls him in for a--

Billy: DEATH DROP DRIVERRRRRR!!!!!

Chris Avery: THERE'S THE COVER!

ONE!!

TWO!!

Kemp gets into the ring AND PUNT KICKS RAMPAGE IN THE HEAD!!

Billy: WHAT?!

The ref rings the bell before the three!!

DING DING DING DING

Chris Avery: I’m personally looking forward to this one, Billy. These are two guys who could really carry this company into a bright future.

An unsettling hush comes over the crowd, just before the lights are cut off like someone blowing out a candle. A red strobe pulsates to life as The Duchess of Bedlam methodically walks out to center stage draped in a white sheer veil, her hands bound in a prayer with a red rope as "The In-Between" by In This Moment starts to play. She sings slowly along and as she inches closer to the ramp, the song kicks up and Byron steps out from behind the curtain dressed in his black trunks with crimson trim, black boots with black wraparound kick pads, and his hands and wrists taped up with black tape. He moves slowly around The Duchess, eyeing her up and down, he goes in to lift her veil, but instead grabs a hold of the red rope. He turns toward the ramp and gives a cocky smile as he slowly pulls The Duchess along with him. Fans reach out, but Byron blows them off and jaws at them for their trouble. Byron gets to the ring and he leads The Duchess to the stairs, where he slowly unties her hands. The two enter the ring and Byron stands in the center as The Duchess circles him, offering his finely chiseled physique to the crowd. The Duchess lowers herself to her knees at Byron's side, she looks up at him as she grabs onto his leg and she slowly pulls up her veil, revealing a demonic smile. Byron nods with his own crazed look before the lights cut back off.

Billy: That was…

Awkward silence.

Chris Avery: Yes. It was.

Billy: Whatever it was… this man is one baaaaad mamajama!!

Chris Avery: Is he now?

The house lights dim down, and a single solitary spotlight shines on the entrance way. Suddenly, the sounds of All Good Thing's "For The Glory” hit over the speakers in the arena. The crowd’s silence instantly turns to jeers. From behind the curtain emerges The Stand Out Donovan Rayne. As he stands firmly into the spotlight, his head is looking down. Suddenly, the vivacious Delta Rayne walks out from behind the curtain and stands at her brother’s side. A devious smirk on her face, she quickly spins around in a complete three sixty. Then, as she slowly raises her right arm, Donovan raises his head with a confident smirk on his face. Putting her hands on the collar of his leather jacket, he pops it as the fans boo him.

With a confident swagger, the Rayne’s start to walk down towards the ring. With her hands firmly on her hips, Delta can be seen jaw-jacking the fans that are near the aisle way. While she does this, Donovan laughs as his sister verbally eviscerates the fans. As the two make their way to the ringside area, Delta stops walking. Donovan continues to the ring, and climbs up onto the apron of the ring. With the fans continuing their parade of boos, Donovan faces his back to the ring. With his arms now raised into the air, he throws up two peace signs, almost as an non-acknowledgement of the hatred of the fans. The Provocateur then makes her way over to the stairs, and makes her way up to the apron. The Stand Out enters the ring and stands next to the rope. Placing his foot on the bottom rope, and pulling the middle rope up, he lets his sister enter the ring.

Letting the rope go, Donovan makes his way over to the turnbuckle. He stands up on the middle rope and again, throws the peace signs into the air. Delta then stands by her brother looking up at him with a smirk. Jumping down from the turnbuckle, Donovan sheds the leather jacket, and hands it over to his sister. With a smirk on her face, she exits the ring as Donovan awaits the action beginning.

Billy: They both gon’ get it!

Chris Avery: Are they now?

The two stay separate in the ring. Rayne blasts out of his corner and catches Bathory with a huge splash into the corner. The opening bell tolls and Rayne keeps up the attack. He brings Bathory over to the rope and then clothesline him over it. Bathory lands hard on the apron and the referee urges Rayne to back away. Rayne does so, but then charges forward and kicks between the ropes, connecting with Bathory’s left knee. Rayne drags Bathory between the ropes and chop blocks his leg. Bathory hits the mat and the fans boo Rayne.

Billy: Bad boy Bathory is gettin’ a taste of his own medicine here!

Bathory pushes up using his right leg, favoring his left leg a bit. Rayne comes in hot with a spinning back kick. Bathory dodges it. Rayne walks right into a high angle belly to belly suplex from Bathory. As Bathory goes for the cover, Rayne slips out and rolls toward the ropes. Bathory pushes up to his feet, shaking his left leg a bit. Still determined to get the job done, Bathory reaches down and pulls Rayne into a front facelock. He pulls him up and goes for a standing guillotine but Rayne spins out of it and pulls Bathory in, locking in and delivering a t-boner suplex.

Chris Avery: Excellent counter from The Stand-Out!

Billy: But will it be enough to get the job done?!

As Rayne goes for the cover, Bathory slips out and rolls toward the ropes.

Billy: Them boys have the same instincts!

Bathory grabs ahold of the ropes and starts pulling himself up. Rayne wastes no time and he charges in, connecting with a devastating knee to Bathory’s head. Bathory goes down and Rayne drags him out… covering him in the middle of the ring.

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!!

Rayne gets to his feet, watching at Bathory pushes up to his feet. Rayne runs in and goes for a big kick. Bathory dodges it. Rayne turns around and is met with a european uppercut from Bathory that rocks his world. He gets in one more before whipping Rayne toward the ropes. On the rebound, Bathory connects with a yuge european uppercut that sends Rayne crashing to the mat. Rayne crawls toward the corner and he uses the ropes to stand up. When he turns around, Bathory is coming in hot… until Rayne dropkicks his left knee. Bathory buckles to the mat and Rayne grabs ahold of his legs.

Chris Avery: We could be seeing not only the end of this match, but also the end of Byron Bathory’s career here!

Before Rayne can lock on anything awesome, Bathory counters with a scissor leg takedown into a side leglock. He can’t apply full pressure because of the damage done to his own leg, but it’s enough to really make Rayne question his mode of attack in this match so far. Rayne is able to get to the ropes and Bathory releases the hold.

Rayne stumbles up and the ref is distracted by Bathory and TFK jumps onto the apron and hits a RIGHT forearm to Rayne causing him to stumble back..

Bathory rushes over and schoolboy flips him down!

HE PINS!

ONE !!

TWO!

THREE!!

DING DING DING


Bathory and TFK roll out of the ring as Kemp slides in!

Billy: WAIT HES BACK! WHAT THE HELL?!

Kemp picks up Rayne and hits A GO TO SLEEP!

Rayne is out cold!

Kemp says the SAMMEEE shit he said about Rampage as the crowd boos. Kemp wipes his sweat and throws it down onto Rayne and walks out of the ring!

Chris Avery: Kemp is in the ALL-IN match next Sunday night at Uprising and he just took out Rampage and Donovan Rayne with his finisher tonight!

Kemp walks up the ramp.

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We cut backstage where we see Clarence Hendricks holding the back of his head and neck. Someone walks up to him.

Clarence Hendricks: Whats up?

It's Mason Jones.

Mason Jones: Hey man, you're doing good out there. Keep doin' your thang ya know? Screw those haters.

Clarence Hendricks: Thanks man. Hows Price?

Mason Jones: Good! I can't say too much for legal reasons but he may or may not have been allowed to go home now!

Clarence Hendricks: Oh hell yeah, thats dope.

Chase Jackson walks into frame.

Chase Jackson: Hey, heard Price might have went home. Thats good, man!

Mason Jones: Thank you!

Just then Team Extreme batter Jones and Jackson from behind with trash cans!!

They go down to a chorus of boos!

Billy: What the hell!?

Chris Avery: TEAM EXTREME JUST ATTACKED THEM!

Hendricks goes for a punch but Beefer ducks and Striker hits a trash can lid to Hendricks head knocking him down!

Billy: Damn!!

Hendricks, Jones and Jackson are on the cement in pain.

Beefer and Striker fist bump. Striker limps behind Beefer as they walk off.

Billy: Well, that wasn't fun!

Chris Avery: Those low down dirty dicks!

Billy: Whoa!

We cut to a commercial break.