|
|
Post by bad guy™ on Apr 14, 2013 20:45:30 GMT -5
 Hazzah, the grand opening, and it’s exactly that, grand. I swear it is, I mean it, I promise.Alecia Matthews: Hello everybody to another blockbuster edition of Revolution. I’m Alecia Matthews and sitting beside me is my not so blockbuster colour commentator, Samael Ahriman. Samael Ahriman: Evening. Alecia Matthews: We are here in the aftermath of a bloody and brutal Psycho Circus that saw us crown a new WFWF World Champion in Scarlett Quinn, which might just be the biggest shocker of the year. Samael Ahriman: More importantly, Phillip Schneider has left indefinitely; I heard there was a secret party to celebrate last night. Alecia Matthews: There was, you were just the only person not invited. The show has barely had a chance to start when it’s all brought to a halt by Jason Andews, the official legal consultant for the co-owner of the WFWF Trace Demon. He stands in the ring, microphone in hand, drawing an echo of boos from the crowd.Jason Anders: Quieten down, quieten down, we’re going to start this show in the right way. So put your hands together and welcome the man who vanquished the false hero Yukio Blaze, he is your WFWF International Champion, your co-owner of the WFWF, he is the King of Demons, the King of Xtreme and the real King of Hardcore… Trace… "LOVE....YOUR HATE....YOUR.... FAITH LOST....YOU....ARE NOW....ONE....OF US"The crowd erupt in cheers as those familiar words echo out around the arena. Inside the ring Jason Anders looks absolutely shocked, how in the hell can Yukio Blaze be coming out here after the beating that was delivered to him last night? Soon the theme changes over to The Days of the Phoenix as the crowd become restless, awaiting the arrival of their Random Hero. And then he appears… kinda.Samael Ahriman: That is not Yukio Blaze. Not even close. It is in fact Trace Demon, the International Champion wearing a wig and false beard that closely resembles Yukio Blaze’s. Around his waist is strapped the International Championship, still stained with the blood of his long-time adversary after he battered him with a cowbell and hung him above the ring to bleed at Psycho Circus. The crowd, now realizing what they’re seeing, are booing the hell out of the King of Demons right now while inside the ring Jason Andrews just laughs his head off as if this is the funniest damn thing he’s ever seen. Trace stands at the tip of the ramp, doing an exaggerated nod of the head to the crowd, mocking Yukio Blaze’s signature entrance and garnering even more abuse from the crowd if that was even possible. Trace pats the title belt around his waist and begins walking down towards the ring.Alecia Matthews: I don’t understand how he can even show his face around here after what he did to Yukio Blaze. Samael Ahriman: Well when you’ve hung somebody upside down as they bleed out then I’m guessing nothing fazes you. As Trace heads down the ramp he continues to mock Yukio Blaze, holding his hand out as if to slap the hands of young fans and then quickly pulling it away, running it through his ridiculous looking wig as he does so. Jason Anders continues to laugh and the crowd continue to try and boo the pair right out of the arena to little success. Trace gets to the ring and walks around it, heading up the steel steps onto the ring apron, grabbing hold of the top rope and then leaping up and over it into the ring, landing on the middle turnbuckle rather than the mat. He points to the crowd much like Yukio Blaze always down and then flips that over into a middle finger for them all as he moves his hand all across the arena, giving every fan here the bird. Trace hops back down off of the turnbuckle and walks over to Jason Anders, who now pretends to be afraid, acting as if it was Yukio Blaze all over again. Trace brings one hand to the wig and the other to the false beard and, in a simultaneous motion, pulls them both away to reveal that it is in fact him! Jason Anders gives the fakest look of shock you’ve ever seen before the two men start to laugh their asses off. Anders hands over the microphone as Trace glances down at the blood stained International Championship around his waist.Trace Demon: That is the last time you will ever hear that song played at a WFWF show. He says it with glee, a smile on his face, this blatant disregard for what he’s done garnering a huge amount of heat from the vast amount of Yukio Blaze fans in the crowd.Trace Demon: You all thought that all my talk about ending the career of Yukio Blaze was exactly that, talk. You all thought that no matter who won and who lost, no matter who walked out as the WFWF International Champion that you’d all get a good brawl, a memorable night out from your piss poor excuses for lives and that’d be that. But that’s not the way I work, when I say I’m going to do something I damn well do it and for the past month I have said that I would walk into Psycho Circus, right here in Texas, and I would beat Yukio Blaze to within an inch of his life. I said that I would leave him as a hollow husk of the man he used to be. I said that I would leave his precious little son and that lovely little thing he calls a wife of his with a vegetable for a father and for a husband. I said all of this because it was true and when I stepped foot in that ring at Psycho Circus I did everything that I said I would. You people may not understand what it’s like to be a man of your word but I do, so I had no choice but to break Yukio Blaze and that is exactly what I did. But the big question is, the question that even my own family have been asking me all week… do I regret it? Jason Anders shakes his head with a smirk. While Trace Demon might be a little bit psychotic Anders is just a straight up bunghole. Sadly, he’s a smart bunghole.Trace Demon: It’s a valid question when you think about it. What I did at Psycho Circus was in effect destroy a man, and therefore destroy his family, so I understand why people would think that I might regret it. But then I think… are you f*****g stupid? Are you so idiotic that you could watch what I did last night, that you could watch the weeks leading up to it and honestly believe that when all is said and done that I might regret my actions? Do you know nothing about me? Let me give you a little history lesson people. I have injured many people, I have retired people, I have beaten and bloodied everyone that I could get my hands on… and I haven’t regretted a damn thing that I have ever done inside of this ring. Because regret breeds contempt and I leave all of the contempt to you idiots because you’ve got nothing else to hold onto at night. Another echoing boo rings out from the crowd, garnering a simple smirk from Trace Demon and a grin for Jason Anders. The two men look at each other, say something inaudible, laugh again. Whatever was said it was apparently pretty funny.Trace Demon: I did what I did to Yukio Blaze and I damn well enjoyed it, I loved every minute of that match, I enjoyed every second of that three count, my heart skipped a beat every time I slammed that cowbell down upon his skull and I relished in hanging him above the ring and watching his blood drip… drip… drip down onto this piece of history right here. He signals to the WFWF International Championship that is strapped around his waist. It’s still stained with the blood of Yukio Blaze, more blood showing that gold.Trace Demon: For the rest of my days as a professional wrestler I will look upon the International Championship and I will remember the thrill I felt when I ended the career of the biggest joke in the WFWF. And that right there is the biggest achievement of all because I made this International Champion mean something, I made it mean more than any other man ever has in the history of this company. You can throw all the names out you want but none of them will ever be as synonymous with the International Championship as I am. In years to come when people talk about the WFWF International Championship they’re first thought, the first image that comes to their mind, will be of Trace Demon standing below Yukio Blaze as his blood rains down upon the belt. The only match for this International Championship that will ever be immortalised in the annuls of WFWF history will be of Trace Demon’s grand victory over the false hero that is Yukio Blaze. The first… Xavier Pierce: That’s enough. All eyes now turn up to the tip of the ramp where Xavier Pierce, microphone in hand, has now appeared, the co-owner of the WFWF making his way down towards the ring to apparently confront the man who he shares control of the company with.Alecia Matthews: Well here comes the other boss, I don’t really know how smart a decision it is to get in the ring with Trace Demon right now though. Samael Ahriman: Well he’s never been the smartest of men, he let Trace Demon buy half the company from right out beneath him. Trace Demon and Jason Anders talk in the ring, slightly bemused by Xavier Pierce’s interruption. Pierce reaches the bottom of the ramp, ascending the steel steps and entering the ring opposite the pair. Anders requests the microphone from Trace and he hands it over, interested in seeing how this is going to go. Anders waits until Xavier Pierce is inside the ring before he begins to speak with that smug, smarmy expression that he has quickly become known for.Jason Anders: Mr. Pierce, how nice of you to join us, but I have to ask what do… Xavier Pierce: Oh shut up you weasel, I’m out here to talk to the organ grinder with blood on his hands, not his monkey. The crowd cheer at seeing Jason Anders put in his place, the majority hating him nearly as much as they do Trace Demon, albeit because he’s an annoying ass, not because he’s a sociopath who may have ended the career of their Random Hero. Before Anders can even strike back Trace Demon snatches the microphone away and says with a grin…Trace Demon: I think you’ll find the blood’s on the belt, not on my hands. He’s treating the entire thing like a joke, doesn’t take Xavier Pierce or his own actions seriously at all. Xavier shakes his head in disgust, can’t believe this is the man who he has to share his company with.Xavier Pierce: I’m not out here for some argument that goes nowhere Trace, we’ve been there, done that, I’ve had the headache. I’m out here to hand you this. He pulls out a thick, folded up wad of papers and offers them to Trace. Trace just shrugs, Jason Anders taking them from Pierce and starting to read them over.Xavier Pierce: That is a request for you to step down from running the WFWF made not only be me, but signed by a number of major advertisers and sponsors. We all agree that it is not in the best interest of the company to have you in any way associated with the business side of things after what you did at Psycho Circus. It’s bad for business which means it’s bad for me and it’s even bad for you since you’ve now got a lot of money tied up in… Trace Demon: Oh shut up will you. I get it, you want me gone, you’ve just been looking for an excuse and now you think you’ve got one. Can’t say I’m surprised because we were expecting this, which is why I had Jason Anders draw this up. He signals to Anders, the legal representative of the King of Demons pulling out a contract of his own and handing it over to Xavier Pierce.Trace Demon: I’m tired of seeing your face around all the time Pierce, so I thought why the hell not change that, why the hell not take over this company one hundred per cent like I intended to do right from the start. So here’s my offer Pierce, at Battleground you pick four men and I pick four men and we throw them inside a steel cage together and whoevers team wins… they gain one hundred per cent of the WFWF. I’ve signed it, all I need now is you to do the same. You have one week to decide. Next week at Revolution in the United Kingdom… I want your decision, and then at Battleground… I want my company. And with that Trace Demon drops the microphone and heads for the ropes, exiting through them and out onto the outside. Jason Anders quickly follows, not wanting to be left in the ring alone with Xavier Pierce. As the dastardly duo leave the ringside area Xavier Pierce is left staring down at the contract in his hand, the one that could either give him full control of the WFWF once again… or leave him with absolutely nothing.Alecia Matthews: An absolutely huge challenge laid down by Trace Demon here tonight, but does Xavier Pierce have the guts to agree to it? Samael Ahriman: Considering it might be the only opportunity he has to get his company back, I think he’ll have to. Trace Demon continues up the ramp and as Xavier Pierce turns around to face him the King of Demons holds up a single finger, shouting “one week” to Xavier Pierce. The deadline has been laid, now it’s just up to Pierce. Cut to commercials. |
|
|
|
Post by bad guy™ on Apr 14, 2013 20:49:47 GMT -5
And we are back. In the ring still is Xavier Pierce apparently mulling what was said to him by Trace Demon just before the commercial break. He is receiving little response from the fans, mainly because they are still trying to figure out why he is still out in the ring and not in the back picking his team. Or drinking. Or something other than standing in the ring impeding the progression of the show. Little do they know, he truly does have another reason for remaining out here.
Xavier Pierce: Before making the choice to come down to the ring and interrupt the debacle of the Demon and Anders show, I had every intention on coming out here and speaking to all of you about another pressing matter. I suppose that I might as well get on with it. I've chosen to address just one of the many unanswered questions that tends to arise, given the revolving door like nature of our industry, and that is the question of...David Brennan.
Though a member of the detested New Epoch right up until the time of his untimely departure, the mere mention of Brennan's name elicits a strong reaction from the crowd, who've no doubt been in the dark regarding the whereabouts of the former number one contender. [/color] Xavier Pierce: Most of you may remember Mr. Brennan's less than eloquent departure from our company, that took place a mere four months ago in this very ring. Mr. Brennan took apart one of our more promising young up and comers, and then proceeded to shoot from the mouth regarding his thoughts on this company and business, before finally washing his hands of the WFWF Heavyweight Championship match that he was due to compete in at our most recent pay-per-view event. Alecia Matthews: Is the boss really out here just for a history lesson? Samael Ahriman: Silence. Xavier Pierce: Folks, in spite of the less than desirable circumstances regarding Mr. Brennan's departure, I'm happy to report that I've received word this week that Mr. Brennan has been checked in to a treatment facility to confront his demons head on, and is, as of today, one week sober. The news of Brennan's condition elicits a warm response from the crowd, who no doubt love to see a guy conquering his shortcomings.[/color] Xavier Pierce: It is because of this most pleasant news that I've come here tonight. You see, at the Psycho Circus pay-per-view event, you, the paying audience, found yourselves reacquainted with a former WFWF star who's path very closely mimics that of Mr. Brennan - why, both men made their departure on the very cusp of achieving the top prize in this company. However, this man that we welcomed back at Psycho Circus is owed a great debt of gratitude by all of us for his tireless efforts in getting David Brennan the help he truly needs. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming back to the WFWF ring...Jason Vieira! The lights dim, a thousand small, flashing lights filling the darkness, as "Prelude 12/21" chimes throughout the arena. As the music picks up steam, the flashing lights converge into one solitary spotlight focused on the entrance stage. Jason Vieira steps into the light, dressed not for ring action, but rather in a modern fit, all black suit. He takes in the welcoming response from the crowd, not venturing further than the stage, his face solemn and direct, as the music fades out and the lights return.[/color] Xavier Pierce: Folks, Mr. Vieira here is probably too modest to share the details, but several months ago, he approached me, having himself been approached by David Brennan's nearest and dearest, asking for all access to our very own intoxicated contender. I'll admit - I was hesitant. After all, as dangerous as Mr. Brennan's behavior was to himself and those around him, it made for good TV, and rehabilitation would almost certainly mean the departure of arguably our fastest rising star - a bridge that we ultimately came to cross, regardless. Jason Vieira: Pierce... Xavier Pierce: Hold that thought, Jason. In spite of my own selfish hesitance, you made your case, Mr. Vieira. In fact, you felt so adamantly about this particular cause, that made me an offer I'd be a fool to refuse. Now, this meeting was held behind closed doors, strictly a need to know basis, but now that that's all been said and done, would you mind filling us all in on exactly what that offer was, Mr. Vieira? Vieira stares coldly down the ramp at the CEO, who has begun exxageratedly insisting upon a response from the returned star. Veira looks blankly to the crowd, cooly turning his focus after another moment back to the CEO, now miming a cupped hand to his ear.[/color] Jason Vieira: ...if David Brennan should depart the WFWF, then you get me. Xavier Pierce: IF DAVID BRENNAN SHOULD DEPART, THEN WE GET YOU!!! Jason Vieira, ladies and gentlemen - a true man of his word! Now, then. To business. Jason, the reason I've asked you here this evening, before this packed house of WFWF fans, is to finish a meeting you and I held earlier this week, in which, during the discussion regarding the terms of your return, you brazenly broached the topic of compensation. If I recall, I requested a couple of days in order to properly review your personnel file, yes? Jason Vieira: That is correct. Xavier Pierce: Very good - we're on the same page then. Pierce produces a black file folder, holding it up for review, as Vieira continues to stare daggers through the CEO.[/color] Xavier Pierce: I'm happy to say, Mr. Vieira, that I've since had the opportunity, along with several members of the WFWF's legal team, to review this very file. In regard to compensation, it would seem that, in 2006, at the very time of your brash departure, you were in possession of a rather large sum of money, the payout of a....let's see here...ah, yes. An " 15 match advance, to be the equivalent of a three month appearance schedule", of which our records show, Mr. Vieira, that you fulfilled roughly a third of, prior to your sudden departure from this company - does that sound accurate to you? Vieira purses his lips at this reveal, slowly shutting his eyes and leaning his head back, desparately trying to maintain a calm, cool composure.[/color] Xavier Pierce: I'll take your silence, Mr. Vieira, as an affirmative agreement to the language of these terms. Given that you have fulfilled roughly a third of a signed agreement, coupled with the terms of your offer regarding the departure of David Brennan, I am pleased to welcome you back to the WFWF, Mr. Vieira, for which you will participate in no less than 10 matches, or a two month appearance schedule, which ever shall occur first, for a per match, per month compensatory figure of no more than zero dollars, zero cents, to be re-negotiated upon the satisfaction of these terms! Jason Vieira, ladies and gentlemen!!! Jason Vieira solemnly hangs his head as his own music cues, Xavier Pierce dropping the mic with a thunderous thud, arrogantly exiting the ring and making his way up the ramp, clapping a hand on Vieira's shoulder as he passes him by. Vieira turns to the CEO at this exchange, shooting a look that Pierce may count the inability to kill lucky, allowing him time to pass behind the curtain before making his way to the curtain.
Samael gets up from his seat with a microphone in his hand.[/color] Samael Ahriman: Jason, you might as well just stay out here. Your match is next. Jason subtlety looks back down at the ring to Samael and then walks towards the ring, his music playing, awaiting the commercial break to end and his opponent to make his way to the ring.[/center] |
|
|
|
Post by bad guy™ on Apr 14, 2013 20:53:53 GMT -5
As we come back from the break, Carter is in the ring with Vieira.
He really should be wishing he was not.
Right out of the gate Vieira had Carter beat like a ragdoll. They opened with a tieup which the veteran made quick work of, slamming Carter to the mat hard with a headlock snapmare. A few blows to the head later, Vieira is on his feet, dropping a flurry of elbows into Carter’s sternum, not giving the poor kid a chance to even take a breath. Vieira pulls Carter’s arm up vertically and lifts his leg, pinning Carter’s arm between the ring and Jason’s leg. Jason pops up, runs the ropes and hits a running leg drop onto the neck of Carter for a two count. Undeterred, Vieira rose, pulling Carter up with him. Jason, with a stranglehold on Carter’s wrist, begins clubbing the kid with a series of clotheslines, not allowing the arm to fall, doing damage to his head and furthermore his shoulder from the torque of his body crumpling under Jason’s assault. The dominant Jason hauls Carter up for a Fireman’s Carry, but alas only gets a two count again.
Still showing little to no frustration, Vieira coils up in the corner, blasting poor Carter with a violent spear. Carter starts to show some life here though, reversing another elbow drop attempt and starts to try to fight back after the beating he has taken. Carter actually gained the upper hand for a bit dropping Vieira with a series of punches and other strikes. He held true to his style and went for an all around the world type stomp, keeping the veteran down.
But he made a critical mistake. Andrew Carter was about to gain a huge victory, but instead of going for his finisher and ending this match before Vieira could get any life back, he pandered to the crowd a bit too long which gave Vieira the chance to come back to life and crush Carter with another spear. Instead of going for a cover, Jason locks Carter in a grounded shoulder lock, ramming his knees into the exposed ribs of Carter who is screaming in pain. Knee after knee they fall as Jason puts more force onto that shoulder. Finally showing some mercy to Carter, Vieira picks Carter up and drops him with The Path to Redemption for the victory.
Samael Ahriman: Well I think I need to change my pants.
Alecia Matthews: You get too excited seeing Vieira return in such dominating fashion?
Samael Ahriman: More like I need to change my pants because if Vieira was able to do that to a kid like Carter, who has so much talent and ability…the rest of the roster had better be on notice. Andrew Carter is the cream of the crop and Jason Vieira just dismantled him like he was some kind of cheap childs toy. Yikes.
Alecia Matthews: Fair point. Well as Vieira exits the ring victoriously and we get the cleaners to sweep up what is left of Andrew Carter, we will prep for the next match. Next up, Justin Tyme, Joe Bishop and Hana Brightly will battle it out to determine who will challenge Trace Demon for the International Championship at Revolution in the United Kingdom.
Samael Ahriman: It’s a huge opportunity for one of these three competitors to make a name for themselves here in the WFWF, but two are going to have to wait until they get another shot at Demon’s belt.
The lights go out in the arena. A voice over the PA whispers “What do you lack?” Immediately following this, the drum intro to The Anarchist by Rush begins to play as white strobes begin flashing. With the first cymbal crash of the song a burst of silver pyro explodes from the stage as a sea of red light washes over the crowd and out comes “The Anarchist” Justin Tyme. Justin stands on the stage surveying the crowd and relishing in their pure hatred. Justin starts a jog towards the ring, taunting fans on the way down asking them what it is that they lack. He rolls into the ring, jumps on the second turnbuckle and throws up the Shocker. He jumps down and waits for Joe Bishop and Hana Brightly in one corner of the ring.
Samael Ahriman: The only one of these three competitors to have ever held the International Championship, Justin Tyme has to have an advantage in this match. He knows exactly what it takes to be the International Champion.
Alecia Matthews: You mean he knew what it took to be an International Champion… 9 years ago.
The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and boos as Nya Nya Kibun echoes throughout the arena. Smiling from cheek-to-cheek, Hana jumps into the scene with a gusto of energy as the beginning beat of her entrance music fades into a sea of "nyaas~", her head nodding to the contagious beat. Smile never fading, she skips down the entrance ramp, slapping fives to anyone who outstretched their hands in invitation. Reaching the ring steps, she suddenly stops, pupil's enlarged and questions how to climb them. Upon asking a fan, she then bunny hops onto the first step, enriching herself with the energy of her audience before hopping up the other, and climbing the rest normally. Entering the ring between the middle and bottom ring ropes, she runs to the furthest ring corner and hops onto the middle turnbuckle, posing. Leaping away from the turnbuckle, she turns her attention to Justin Tyme, flashing two "peace" signs with her hands towards her less than impressed opponent, before performing a quick pre-match stretch.
Alecia Matthews: …what is she doing?
The arena descends into darkness as Hell March begins to play over the loudspeakers. An orange lights tracks Joe Bishop as he slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring the chants and jeers from the crowd. Bishop pauses for a moment just in front of the ring, staring down his two opponents, before finally sliding into the ring and being met instantly by the boot of Justin Tyme.
The bell rings as Tyme and Brightly both begin to focus their attention towards Joe Bishop, this makeshift alliance doesn’t last long however as out of nowhere Justin Tyme flattens Brightly with a clothesline. With his two opponents lifting themselves up from the mat, Tyme takes the opportunity to show off a little. That proves not to be a particularly sensible decision though as although he’s able to react to Brightly getting to her feet, he is too distracted with her to see Bishop come up from behind and nail a German Suplex, flinging Tyme across the ring.
Samael Ahriman: An early mistake from Justin Tyme, it’ll be interesting to see if Bishop or Brightly can capitalise.
Alecia Matthews: If they’ve got any sense they’ll work together to get rid of Tyme.
Bishop pounces onto Tyme and begins unloading with left and right hands, as he does this Brightly begins to, once again, bunny hop around the ring. Eventually she springs towards Bishop, turns the hop into a dropkick and sends Bishop rolling towards the corner of the ring. Brightly springs to her feet, a huge grin across her face as she backs into the corner of the ring and Justin Tyme scrambles up into another corner.
The three stare each other out for a minute or so, before eventually Tyme makes the first move, lunging towards Bishop, Tyme is able to bring Bishop down to the mat and in a role reversal Tyme is now unloading left and rights onto the hunched over Bishop. Brightly seeing her opportunity rolls Tyme up looking for a quick pinfall.
1…2…
Alecia Matthews: Did she honestly think that, that was going to work? Do they ever, honestly think that will work?
Tyme manages to scramble out of the pinfall position and gets back to his feet, but before he realises what is going on, Brightly charges towards him once again and out of nowhere hits the Kawaiiness. She goes for the pin…
1…2…
But Bishop is able to pull Hana off just as she was about to get the three. Having pulled Brightly off of Tyme by the legs, Bishop locks Brightly in the STF, Hana begins trying to crawl to the ropes as Bishop repeatedly yanks her head back, looking to inflict as much damage as possible. Hana isn’t too far away from the ropes though and soon manages to grasp the bottom rope, Bishop refuses to let go of the hold as the ref begins to count 1…2…3…4… Eventually Joe lets her go before rolling out of the ring clearly frustrated.
Samael Ahriman: Bishop’s clearly not happy, but he shouldn’t be taking his foot off the pedal, this could be a huge slip up from Bishop.
Brightly and Tyme both get back to their feet in the middle of the ring as Bishop is busy grabbing a chair from ringside. Brightly charges at Tyme, but Justin lifts her up and sends her head crashing into the top turnbuckle, Brightly staggers towards the ropes and Tyme sends her to the outside with a clothesline.
Tyme, seeing Bishop next to Brightly, chair in hand, decides rather than going to the outside to distract the referee. Tyme grabs the referee by the arm and begins to argue with him over something, as Bishop sensing his opportunity, lifts up the chair and smashes it repeatedly against the back of Brightly’s head.
Samael Ahriman: That’s not right, you can’t do that to a woman!
Alecia Matthews: What’s wrong with the ref’s hearing? Surely he can hear that?
Samael Ahriman: What’s wrong with Joe Bishop? This is just sick.
Alecia Matthews: He’s just trying to win the match, if she can’t handle the heat she should get out of the kitchen.
Eventually Bishop throws the chair away, the damage already done, before sliding back into the ring to clash with Justin Tyme.
Tyme and Bishop lock up in the middle of the ring, with both men jockeying to try and advantageous position. Eventually a knee to the gut from Tyme gives him the advantage and a combination of punches ending with a European uppercut allows him to gain control of the match. Tyme springs off the rope and brings Bishop down with a flying forearm as he begins to build up a head of steam.
Samael Ahriman: Tyme needs to capitalise…
Tyme wastes no time setting Bishop up for his own version of the Canadian Destroyer, the Super Happy Fun Slide, knowing that Brightly is still motionless outside the ring. Tyme has Bishop’s head between his knees and has one arm raised in the air, Tyme begins to scream “What do you lack?” as he prepares to finish off Bishop, but mid-sentence, Bishop grabs the legs of Tyme and sends him down to the mat before locking in the Sharpshooter. Tyme desperately tries to reach the ropes, but Bishop repeatedly pulls Tyme back towards the middle of the ring just as he’s about to do so.
It looks like Tyme has no option but to tap, but suddenly he, unlike Bishop, notices that Brightly is back and now perched on the top rope. Brightly leaps onto the back of Joe Bishop, locking in a sleeper hold as she does so and wrapping her legs around the stomach of Bishop. Justin Tyme rolls out of the ring to recover, while Brightly keeps Bishop grounded in the middle of the ring. With Bishop down, Brightly moves her legs up and wraps them around the head of Bishop, removing her arms from around his neck as she does so. With Bishop unable to escape, Brightly begins to plat the hair of the unimpressed Englishman.
Alecia Matthews: This is stupid.
Samael Ahriman: …yeah.
Luckily for Bishop, his blushes are saved when Justin Tyme appears on the apron, Tyme springs off the apron hitting a leg drop to Hana Brightly who is forced to break the hold. Tyme proceeds to grab Bishop and lift him up, but Bishop fights back with a few weak right hand shots, but Tyme isn’t fazed by that. Bishop is however able to escape regain some control, pushing Tyme into the referee, which leaves the ref flattened.
Samael Ahriman: This happens far too frequently.
Hana is now back to her feet, Brightly ducks a few clothesline attempts from Bishop before nailing a missile dropkick to the legs of Bishop, she looks delighted as she begins to skip around the ring, unfortunately for Brightly though she’s met with a face full of red mist spat at her by Justin Tyme. Tyme follows it up with a quick DDT before going for the pin. The referee is of course though still down to the displeasure of an irate Justin Tyme. Tyme begins to move towards Bishop looking to gain complete control of the match, however Bishop also realises that the referee is down and takes advantage of that fact by hitting a low blow to Tyme. A snap Suplex then leaves Brightly and Tyme down on the mat.
Bishop leaps up onto the top rope, turning to face Tyme and goes for his version of the 450 splash, the Decido Spiritus, Tyme is able to roll out the way though and Joe Bishop is sent crashing into the mat, Bishop is just about able to roll out of the ring but it has definitely taken a lot out of him.
Samael Ahriman: Bishop could be out of this now. Looks like we’re down to two.
Alecia Matthews: Shouldn’t take Justin too long to finish this off.
Tyme, sensing his opportunity wakes the referee up and goes to pin Brightly who is still down. 1…2..NO! Brightly gets her foot onto the bottom rope and the referee stops the count. An irate Tyme again starts arguing with the referee when suddenly Brightly runs up behind him and hits a one handed bulldog. Tyme attempts to get up pretty quickly, but from out of nowhere Brightly hits the Rainbow Bright and hooks both legs…
1…
Samael Ahriman: Bishop’s starting to stir.
2…
NO!
Alecia Matthews: Bishop makes the save.
Hana had it won, but a kick to the back from Joe Bishop who had just made it back into the ring, breaks up the pinfall. Bishop flings Brightly over the top rope by the hair and she crashes into the barricade.
Alecia Matthews: HA!
Bishop hooks the legs of Justin Tyme going for the pinfall. As the referee reaches one, Bishop holds onto the ropes for leverage, stealing the victory. 1…2…3.
Samael Ahriman: What a cheap victory.
Alecia Matthews: There’s no such thing as a cheap victory. The Englishman will challenge Trace Demon for the International Championship at Revolution in the United Kingdom.
Samael Ahriman: The same Trace Demon who beat him comfortably a couple of weeks ago?
Alecia Matthews: Yeah, that one. Stay tuned everyone, we will be back after this commercial break.
|
|
|
|
Post by bad guy™ on Apr 14, 2013 20:55:19 GMT -5
And we are back. Cut to the backstage area! To Xavier Pierce’s office. Pierce is writing on some papers when there’s a conveniently timed knock on the door.
Xavier Pierce: Come in.
Through the door limps a noticeably banged up Pierce Deville. Much like Mak Cross, Scarlett Quinn, and Cam Nitta, The Deville is showing the war wounds from Psycho Circus.. He’s also much more somber than he has been in every appearance since returning. His signature smirk, the condescending look he’s had on his face since returning at the side of Phillip Schneider is washed away and replaced by an emotionless straight line on his face.
Xaiver Pierce: Can I help you? I was under the understanding that you “Decaying Society” people wouldn’t be around here for a while, since Schneider decided to take his ball and go home..
Pierce Deville: Look, I’m not here for Schneider.. I’m here for me. I want to stay here.. He might be taking time off.. But I can’t afford to..
Xavier Pierce: Unless Trace Demon has negotiated something I’m not aware of.. We aren’t paying you..
Pierce Deville: I’m here on work release. I’m here because I’m a well known wrestler and former champion here. If I’m not working here.. Then I either find another wrestling company to work for.. And with my reputation, that’s not easy to do.. Or I go back to prison.. And I CAN’T go back to prison.
Xavier Pierce: There’s no openings on the active roster.
Pierce Deville: Please man, I’m begging you.. I’ll do anything.. I’m well trained for anything.. I’ll set up your rings man..
Xavier Pierce reaches under his table, pulling out a referee shirt in a plastic bag. He looks at it for a moment then throws it at The Deville. [/color] Xavier Pierce: I hope you can wear a large. Pierce Deville: Thank you so much, sir. You won’t regret this decision sir. Xavier Pierce: Please. See yourself out of my office. And tell Schneider whenever he wants to come to work.. He can come have a similar meeting with me.. We cut back into the ring. To the sound of "A Day Will Come", Tommy Staxx makes his way down the isle. And from out of nowhere, Penny Shannon jumps him from behinds and begins an assault of clubs across Tommy's back. Tommy reaches behind, grad Penny by the hair and turns her over with a snap mare.Tommy Staxx removes his t-shirt and tosses it into the crowd before reaching over to grab Penny again. Penny fights back with stomps over his feet and the moment Tommy starts limping, Penny nails him with a yakuza kick that hurls him into the front row. Tommy dolled about, reaching for a chair as Penny leans over the security rail, but Tommy charges forward and hits her in the head with a steel chair. Penny stumbles back ad Tommy Staxx takes to the air, jumping over the guard rail, striking Penny in the head again with the chair.
The Velocity Grrrl drops to her knees, blood now trickling down her forehead. Tommy grabs a handful of tights and shoves her into the ring, following after her with a cover.
1... 2
Penny kicks out. Staxx pulls Penny back to the vertical base, but Penny intercepts with a thumb across the eyes and a standing spinning heel kick acids the gut. Coming over, Penny sends Tommy into the ropes with an Irish-whip, but Tommy reverses and sends Penny into the ropes instead. The Velocity Grrrl bounces back and Tommy catches her with a flapjack, but Penny reverses in mid air, stomping on Tommy's shoulders and knocking him with an elbow drop across the back of the neck. Penny covers him.
... 1 ... 2
Tommy kicks out and rolls to the outside, kneeling shandy the apron. Penny charges to the ropes and springboards to the outside with a reverse somersault cannonball, crashing right over Tommy!
Mounted on top of Tommy Staxx, Penny had begun bashing fist after fist into his face. The referee pulls Penny away as we zoom into Tommy, who's now wearing the crimson mask. Penny pushes the referee away and reaches for Tommy, but quickly, Tommy shoves her into the security rail and rushes to his feet as he bangs Penny's head into the rail of the barricade until her head rips through one of the pegs, breaking though as half of the Velocity Grrrl's body spills into the crowd. Tommy launches himself over the rail and lands with a stomp a toss Penny's back. Security now rushes over to keep the crowd away from the action.
The referee checks in on Penny but Tommy pushes him away and starts arguing with the official. Behind him, Penny has taken a chair, wedged it between his legs and shoved it upwards, knocking him in the groin not once but twice. Tommy falls over and seeing an opening, Penny smashes the chair into his groin again and again.
With a handful of tights, Penny hurls Tommy over the security rail and follows after him and just before Penny can make a move, Tommy Staxx hits her with a low blow. The Velocity Grrrl slumps to her knees, inspiring Tommy to take a chair and smash it against her skull, denting the chair. Penny drops to the ground and Tommy continues with a barrage of chair shots.
Tommy tosses the chair into the ring and shoves Penny into the ring, following after her with a pin attempt.
1... 2...
Penny kicks out! Tommy sets her back to the vertical base, but Penny explodes back with a low blow of her own and follows with a school girl roll up.
1... 2...
Tommy Staxx kicks out. Both fighters returns to their feet. Tommy charges over with a clothesline, but Penny ducks it ad locks him with a side headlock. Tommy shoves Penny to the ropes, Tommy leap frogs. Penny coma charging back and Tommy motions for an arm drag, but Penny counters it and Knicks him with a DDT and follows up with a cartwheel dropkick- the Manic Pixie Dream combination! Penny with the cover now...
1... 2...
Tommy Staxx kicks out! Penny rolls over, takes the chair and smashes it over Tommy's head before setting it up in the middle of the ring. She calls for a roll of tape from the ring attendant and proceeds to tape Tommy's head against the dented seat of the chair. Quickly, Penny bounces off the ropes ad drives the Liberty Cap on the bam of Tommy's head, breaking the chair on impact. Penny covers him...
1... 2... 3Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Penny Shannon. "Girls" hits the arena speakers as the referee rushes over to raise Penny's arms in victory. Blood completely covers her grin as she looks down upon Tommy before rolling out of the rig and heading to the back.Samael Ahriman: There is no time to lose. As Penny Shannon leaves ladies and gentlemen….it is TIME for your main event of the evening! Alecia Matthews: Did you...ahem...borrow that from someone? Samael Ahriman: No…just kind of came up with it now. Alecia Matthews: Really, cause I could have sworn… Alecia is cut off by the entrance music of Cam Nitta. Cam stands at the entrance, raising his hands and taking in the cheers. Cam walks down to the ring, high-fiving the fans. Cam then runs towards the ring, steps on the apron, then gets to the second rope with great fluidity, and throws his arms out, and screams "Hero" in tune with the song. Cam then jumps down, takes off his gear, and becomes fully focused.Samael Ahriman: Cam Nitta feels something to prove tonight with Malakai earning a title shot in front of him. Alecia Matthews: He has a point you know. "Slip Out" by Beck resonates throughout the arena as the fans let out a chorus of boos. From behind the curtain comes the giant himself and his constant companion.Christa Adina: And making his way to the ring, acompanied by Thunder, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and ninty pounds, he is Shawn Malakai. Malakai makes it to the steps and climbs up into the ring, not even acknowledging the fans. He runs the ropes a handful of times, raises his dukes at Nitta and is prepped for battle.
The ref rings the bell, and the match gets underway. Nitta is quick to get in a few shots into Malakai’s midsection and runs against the ropes. Malakai counters with a clothesline, stopping Cam’s early momentum. Cam quickly bounces to his feet, and then rolls under a big boot from Malakai. Nitta reverses it into a neckbreaker. Cam covers..
ONE!
Malakai kicks out.Alecia Matthews: Early offense here from Cam, let’s see if he can sustain this. Cam goes back on the offense, locking in a Hammerlock on Malakai, stretching the right arm. Malakai is able to get to the ropes, however, and breaks the hold. Cam goes back into a corner and charges him. Malakai catches him and hits Cam with an STO.Alecia Matthews: Nevermind. Malakai heads to the top rope and hits Cam with an Elbow Drop.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
Kick out! Malakai moves off and prepares to hit Cam with a Shining Wizard. When Cam gets on one knee, Malakai preps, but Cam bends backwards under the kick. Malakai falls forward, and Cam get him in an Ankle Lock. Malakai tries to hold himself up with his arm, but it gives from the pain that the Hammerlock put on him. Malakai, eventually, does reach the ropes. Cam releases the hold, then waits for Shawn to get up. Shawn stands, then drops to a knee. Cam notices, and hits Malakai with a シャイニング ウィザード. Cam covers.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE-
NO!!!!
Malakai kicks out at 2.99!Samael Ahriman: Jaw, meet floor…floor, jaw. Alecia Matthews: I don’t believe what I just saw. Samael Ahriman: Did you just… Cam goes to the top rope for his Claymore. Malakai, however, gets his knees up and stops Cam. Cam goes over to the turnbuckle as Shawn gets up…Suddenly….
CRACK!
Mak Cross runs into the ring and smacks Malakai across the back with a chair.
The bell rings and Shawn Malakai is declared the winner by way of disqualification.Cam Nitta: WHAT THE HELL, MAN!? Mak Cross: He’s mine! Cam Nitta: Bull! He’s mine! This is MY match! Mak Cross: This WAS your match. Congrats. Cam Nitta: Dude! I’m here to make a point! Mak Cross: Yeah? What am I here for? Cam Nitta: Who gives a sh*t? At this point, Thunder has rolled into the ring and is ready for a fight. Thunder grabs ahold of Nitta and is ready to take him down when Mak takes a swing at Thunder and catches him in the head with the chair, narrowly missing Nitta's head. Thunder crumples to the mat as Nitta shoves Mak, hollering at him in a language that everyone here cannot easily understand. Mak smirks and shoves Nitta back, telling him to back off of it. Neither has noticed what was going on around them though. Malakai is on his feet and he is aaaaaaaaaannnnnnnngggggggrrrrrrryyyyyy. He smirks at both men even though he is outnumbered as they are not aware of his existence.
But then the lights went out. And everything changed.
A killer guitar riff followed by a pounding drum beat resonates throughout the arena as all of the fans rise to their feet simultaneously to welcome home a legend.Samael Ahriman: Oh. F*ck. Life. I was wondering if he was going to show up at some point. Alecia Matthews: Who is it? Samael Ahriman: Let us just say that it has been years since he has been seen or heard from in the WFWF. This could be REALLY bad for Malakai. SHAWN. GET OUT OF THERE. "Brainstorm" by Beck continues to resonate throughout the arena while it is still pitch black. The lights kick on, and standing next to Malakai is a very familiar face to all WFWF fans but to Malakai in particular.Alecia Matthews: WILLIAMS. DAVID WILLIAMS. WOAH. Nitta and Mak turn around to see David Williams and Shawn Malakai standing behind them. As is to be expected, Nitta and Mak are stunned. Their fandom clearly showing in their shock, not understanding why Malakai and Williams are not killing one another. Before they have a chance to react, Malakai and Williams attack. Nitta and Williams are doing battle as are Mak and Malakai. Williams and Nitta are going at it fierce,the new kid on the block showing the old guy a thing or two about the current day WFWF. Malakai and Mak is a little more one sided, Malakai with the disadvantage from the chair shots. Mak takes over quickly and puts Malakai's bad arm into an armbar. On the other side of the ring, Williams takes out Nitta with an incredibly cheap shot to the nads and turns his attention to Mak. He removes Mak from Malakai's arm and locks him into The Death Clutch. Malakai stomps away at Mak's exposed legs and says something to Williams which causes him to release. Williams gets up and ascends the top rope as Malakai hoists Mak up onto his shoulders in a Chair Drop position.Samael Ahriman: Reaction Failed coming here. These two are working remarkably well for being such bitter, mortal enemies who were separated at birth. Alecia Matthews: It was like they have worked out their differences. Samael Ahriman: I highly doubt that. Williams, along with Reckless had complete control of Malakai's contract at one point, pitting him against the best of the best the WFWF had to offer in order to punish Malakai for, well, being his brother. And as payback when Malakai was finally free of the contract bind? Oh, you know, Malakai had David Williams brutally disposed of by Revelation while he oversaw the whole thing as the special referee. I highly doubt those wounds are healed. On the outside of the ring, Nitta has gotten to his feet and is standing against the ropes, watching Mak get beaten to a pulp. But when Malakai gets Mak up for the Reaction Failed Nitta decides that he has seen enough and charges, taking Malakai out at his knees while Williams is in mid air. Malakai goes down. Mak is pulled out of the ring by Nitta and helped to the back as Thunder is standing in front of the ring preventing another attack. Malakai pulls himself over to Williams who is now starting to stir. He smiles, mouthing that this is not over as Cam and Mak finally get to the back.Alecia Matthews: So...what just happened? Samael Ahriman: Shawn Malakai and Cam Nitta came out for the main event. They fought. Mak interfered costing Nitta the match. They fought. Thunder entered the ring. He died. The lights went out. David Williams returned in glorious fashion to save his estranged brother. Mak was in a bad way and Nitta saved him at the last minute. Thunder came back to life to protect Malakai and Williams from an attack that, you know, it was already over. That sum it up? Alecia Matthews: Sounds about right to me. Commercial break. [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by bad guy™ on Apr 14, 2013 20:58:16 GMT -5
And we are back. The arena lights dim as Tricky's "Girls" once again hits the speakers, Penny Shannon now once again walking through the entrance curtain, completely decked out in a purple gown.
Samael Ahriman: I've got to say, this Penny Shannon's really starting to impress me here.
Alecia Matthews: Isn't she something!
Samael Ahriman: The woman is completely crazy!
Alecia Matthews: You say that about all women.
Samael Ahriman: No, I mean it, and I have taken quite a shine to her showing in the last couple weeks.
Alecia Matthews: You have?
Samael Ahriman: She's a girl who likes girls and beats people up. It's really attractive.
Alecia Matthews: You are such a child, aren't you?
With a microphone in her hand, Penny Shannon stands in the center of the ring where a pink spotlight shines overhead. Beside her, covered in complete darkness is a throne befitting that of no one else, but a princess.
Penny Shannon: This one is for all the irls in the back, all the girls standing in attendance tonight, and all the girls watching this at home...
Penny pauses for a beat and pushed herself towards the ropes.
Penny Shannon: WE FINALLY MADE IT! THIS ONE IS FOR US!
Penny takes a step back pausing as she turns to reach to the large cheer coming from the crowd.
Penny Shannon: This is the girl who sat in the front row and watched in complete amazement as their parents gave us their blood to entertain us. This is the girl who dreamed of tasting championship gold before she could even walk! This is a girl descent from a blood that gave itself to this sport for three generations... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOUR PRINCESS... OF WRESTLING... THE WFWF WORLD CHAMPION: SCARLETT QUINN!!!
... "You Gotta Keep 'Em Separated", its the jangle we've come to remember all too well. Bestowed from the greatest psychological minds of our sport, it's a song that's become the signature of the Princess of Wrestling, declaring itself upon the thousands in attendance and millions of others watching at home- either on tv or an illegal stream.
Samael Ahriman: This is it, our new WFWF World Hea-
Alecia Matthews: Shut it! I've been waiting too long for this! Ladies and Gentlemen, we are looking at our new WFWF World Champion. The first woman in this promotion's history to capture the big one. They said it would never happen. They said it couldn't be done, but the tides have turned and it all begins with this girl.
Samael Ahriman: ... WOW
Alecia Matthews: YOU GO GIRL!
Scarlett Quinn matches through the entrance curtain wearing the most badass pinstripe pantsuit, the WFWF World Championship around her waist.
With a grin, Scarlett makes her way down the ramp with hands pointed to her pretty little face, yelling, "I DID IT! I F*CKING DID IT! NONE OF YOU F*CKS THOUGHT THIS COULD HAPPEN BUT I DID IT! YOU GUYS CAN BURN IN HELL FOREVER!"
Samael Ahriman: ... Did anyone hear that?
Alecia Matthews: Everything she said was true!
Samael Ahriman: Quite a mouthful from our new World Champion.
Sitting on the ropes with the biggest grin on her face, Penny Shannon opens the ropes for our Princess of Wrestling to sli through; Scarlett skipping to the ring with a beat in her step to spin across the center of the ring, holding out her arms as she strikes a pose.
The crowd remains standing- there are girls who literally have not stopped screaming since Penny came in!
Penny hands Scarlett the microphone and takes a step back to the corner, giving Scarlett the room to address tonight's audience.
Scarlett Quinn: Five years... It took my daddy five years to become the WFWF World Champion. It barely took me a year. Five years... For five years, my daddy chased a man you know as Philip Schneider and in that five years, he only had the better of him twice... Three times? It took me only one match.... One single match to capture the gold, one single match to wrong the years of abuse. Just one single match to do what nobody in this promotion that the nerve or the drive to do. I did it..
In the back, Penny's sitting on top of the top rope, clapping hard with a big smile- the one girl pep squad!
Scarlett Quinn: I made history that night. I'm the youngest person to hold this title- hell, I'm the first woman to hold this title! Take a moment to think about that... A lot of talented women have put their lives and their bodies on the line in this very ring and it's only now in the entire history of this promotion has a woman been successful enough to burn down that bridge and capture the big one!
Leaning back a little, Scarlett grins and pats the WFWF World Championship belt.
Scarlett Quinn: Boys have the privilege of being World Champions, it's about time girls got that privilege too!
Alecia Matthews: She's soooo right!
Scarlett gets a strong pop from the audience.
Scarlett Quinn: Have you seen how Penny and I are in this ring? We wouldn't be here if we couldn't back it up and what I'm going to say doesn't just go to us, but it's for every woman in this sport, past or present.. Women are better wrestlers than men! And no, I'm not talking about divas or valets or anyone who stands around to look pretty. I'm talking about the girls who wanna step into a wrestling ring and just fight. We are better wrestlers and if any of you talliwacked pricks think that we are just gonna lie back and let you compete for a title that we just much of a right to, then you are sadly mistaken!
Alecia Matthews: That girl is on fire!
The girls and a few guys in the audience start chanting, "You're so cool! You're so cool!"
"Slip Out" hits the speakers and Shawn Malakai makes his way to the ring, Thunder and David Williams following close behind, all of whom look absolutely bushed from the events that transpired just before the last commercial break. There's a look of complete annoyance across Scarlett's face. Penny comes over and starts whispering advice to Scarlett who nods in kind. Malakai takes to the ring steps and forces the top rope low to allow himself space to enter the ring as he reaches over to address Scarlett.
Scarlett Quinn: You already have your title shot, what's this about?
Shawn Malakai: Scarlett, Scarlett. I don't care how much you've grown, you're always going to be that inquisitive little girl to me. And while I can't speak for all the boys in the back, but there's still a lot of us backstage that remembers you that way and as happy as we are for you, it also pains us because we all know where this road will take you and I have come here to plead that you turn back right now. It's not too late.
Scarlett says nothing, she just keeps close to Penny.
Shawn Malakai: If you could only see, little one.
Penny Shannon: Ew, someone's got issues!
Shawn Malakai: ... There is a reason why Philip Schneider held the title as long as he did and that was because he was the only person in this promotion smart enough to accept what the weight of the World Championship meant. You are too innocent for that world and out of respect for you, your parents and all the love in my heart, I'm not going to sit idly and allow this business to break you.
The crowd starts to boo Malakai, Scarlett looking more annoyed now.
Scarlett Quinn: You want to protect me, is that right?
Malakai nods.
Scarlett Quinn: If I was a boy, would you wanna protect me as much as you do now?
Shawn Malakai: That's a little bit different.
Scarlett Quinn: How is that different? Because from the sound of things, I you don't seem to have faith in me to keep this belt. As a matter of fact, your starting to sound as clueless as my dad.
Shawn Malakai: He's a good man, he's doing what he feels is right for you.
Scarlett Quinn:Then tell him to leave me alone! This is what he would have done, anyway.
Shawn Malakai: A few years ago? Yes. Today, absolutely not. He knows better than anyone the price one pays for your title.
Scarlett walks over to Malakai and stares him straight up, on tip-toes, still nowhere near his height.
Scarlett Quinn: I see what this is about... I should have expected all this. Shawn, for once in your life, just man up and admit it. You want my title and given the circumstances, I'm a really easy target.
Shawn Malakai: It's not like that at all.
Scarlett Quinn: Then what's it all about?
Before Malakai can even answer, Scarlett stomps on his foot and follows up with a blatant low-blow kick. Malakai slumps to both knees, Scarlett charges into the ropes and knocks him with the Drive-By Kiss, the leaping superkick, connecting right into Malakai's chin knocking him out.
"Come Out & Play" resounds and Scarlett slips away from the ring with Penny Shannon in tow behind her. Thunder and Williams roll into the ring to surround Malakai as everything just happened so fast. Still in the middle of the ring, Malakai stumbles to get to his feet, looking at the isle as Scarlett and Penny back away.
Penny continues to whisper into Scarlett's ear as the two make it to the top of the ramp. Scarlett raises her WFWF World Championship and calls out to Malakai.
Scarlett Quinn: You've got five weeks, big boy. Five weeks!
Malakai leans forward against the ropes, smiling as he spits out some blood. Malakai nods and gives Scarlett a wink with his entourage behind him in tow as we fade to black. |
|
|
|
Post by bad guy™ on Apr 14, 2013 20:59:35 GMT -5
So as always many thanks to Bishop, Vieira, Demon, Schneider, Nitta and Scarlett for all of their hard work trying to make these results as successful as possible and all of that and such. Haha.
|
|
