Post by Nicholas Gray on Jun 17, 2015 3:48:13 GMT -6
We open to a shot of a very hot Tijuana crowd cheering for (R)Evolution Wrestling as “Revolution” by Authority Zero plays. We end on the commentator’s table to find...head of EXODUS medical staff, Dr. Cyril Kuller.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Hello everyone! And you’re right, I’m neither Pond nor Minoru! That’s because Minoru apparently has a clause in his contract that says that if the company tries to make him do anything in Mexico, he gets paid exorbitantly in booze. And Pond...Pond is tied up, apparently. Also for booze. It’s gonna be great in about ten years when your livers all go at the same time. Who knows if I’ll have enough to replace them all! But enough about me, we have a great card ahead of us here as we begin a new partnership with Hermanos Extraordinarias de Lucha Libre! Yes we know what it spells, stop tweeting us about it! Tonight we’ll be seeing Gunnar Stahl get a shot at a member of Damage Inc after they destroyed both the tag champs and the challengers last show. Speaking of Bloodsport, we’re having a champion vs. champion match, as Mattias Jepsen takes on the Pantheon’s Venus! The Perfect Evil meets the Supernova, as Eve meets NoVaK in the ring! Sydney Christensen is in action, taking on the God Mountain King Naiser King! And finally our main event is huge, as it’s REVOLUTION vs. HELL! Damon Alexander, Elizabeth Lannister, & Sue take on Los Guerreros de Miedo! Last show we were introduced to the HELL promotion via many of their roster attacking the three REVOLUTION members in the main event, and now they get a chance at revenge against one of HELL’s biggest groups! All that and even more tonight, so let’s not waste any time, we’re starting off with a double debut match!
DOUBLE DEBUT MATCH
CHRISTOPHER MOORE vs. CRAIG HAMMER HANNIGAN
CHRISTOPHER MOORE vs. CRAIG HAMMER HANNIGAN
Two debuting men went at it in this match, and it was a sight to see. Hammer Hannigan was somehow already quite over with the crowd, while Moore was still an unknown. Hammer came out swinging, but Moore managed to duck him and go behind him which immediately confused the big man because where did his opponent go and now what is hitting him in the back this is strange what is going on? Meanwhile Moore finished throwing blows to the back of the Hammer and hit the ropes, coming off with a dropkick that sent Hammer stumbling but still trying to find the opponent that was suppose to be in front of him. FINALLY Hammer thought to turn around, only to see that Moore had climbed the ropes, coming off with a spear that took the Hammer down! Moore was quick, leaping back up onto the top ropes and coming off with the Shooting Star! Three seconds later it was over, and Moore celebrated his successful debut while the Hammer still seemed confused about what happened. Or he was confused over peanut butter. Who knows!
WINNER: CHRISTOPHER MOORE
After that brilliant opening match, the crowd comes alive as “Zer0space” by The Kidneythieves begins to play! The Mexican crowd starts to stir and then cheer as they see first (R)Evolution Wrestling’s General Manager Darrin Stearns, quickly accompanied by the man in charge of HELL, Diego Francisco Rodriguez Cortez! The two get an incredibly warm greeting from the crowd, especially considering the intensity in which Diego is loved by the crowd. As the two step into the ring, they take a moment to let the cheering settle down before Darrin takes the mic.
Darrin Stearns: Welcome to (R)Evolution Wrestling! After successful days of negotiation and a generous offer from Mr. Rodriguez, I’m proud to announce that EXODUS, (R)Evolution, and HELL will be partnering up for a magnificent union that will see involvement from them on future shows and perhaps even future joint shows with Kingdom of Japan Pro Wrestling! I’d like to take a moment now and pass the microphone over to Mr. Rodriguez, who has a lot to say about everything. Diego, the floor is yours.
Diego Francisco Rodriguez Cortez: Gracias, Senor Stearns. Welcome, my friends here in Tijuana, and our new friends all over the world, watching our modest, starting promotion take its first steps in the world! My friends, consider tonight a preview, as some of the finest luchadors in the world take the stage with our colleagues from (R)Evolution Pro. A preview for our first show, Numero Uno! My friends, I am very, very prou-
Unfortunately, Diego has been interrupted! It’s not a theme we’re normally used to, but the sounds of “Take Out the Gunman” by Chevelle begin, its chugging guitar riff opening shocks everyone…
I awoke when the light hit me right in the temple
Felt something cold touch my toes as it passed.
Might not be the face you'd expect
But he's clearly insane
Got me pegged in the back!
Felt something cold touch my toes as it passed.
Might not be the face you'd expect
But he's clearly insane
Got me pegged in the back!
As that first verse starts to play, the camera cuts to the back, where it sounds like the cargo doors are opening. Suddenly, coming into the back of the arena on a chopper is the new RW World Champion, Carey Dean! The crowd stirs as he brings the bike to a stop, Siobhan Mahoney riding on back as she holds his newly won title for him. Once he hops off the bike, he looks over at him, handing him the title as she gives him a bit of a wink before he nods, mouthing “Round ‘em up!” to her as he throws the belt over his shoulder and starts to pace toward the ringside area through the backstage corridors Reaching into his vest, Dean pulls out his trademark crowbar, charging right at someone...and that someone is a boy named Sue! Sue has little time to react when the champ comes to attack him, slamming a crowbar into his ribs repeatedly, looking absolutely irate for a moment. He doesn’t allow himself to be too hung up on the assault on one half of the REVOLUTION tag team here in RW before he gets up and starts making his way to the ringside area just in time for the chorus.
Just need a bit of luck, get 'em up
Point the gun at the eyes
Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight
Gonna take out the gunman!
Point the gun at the eyes
Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight
Gonna take out the gunman!
As soon as that chorus starts, the crowd notices Dean come out from the back, holding the title in one hand as he drags it along the floor as he power walks down the small ramp and aisle! Looking out at the crowd as he seems genuinely taken aback at the reaction, he takes a deep breath and tosses the title into the ring, climbing in and then grabbing the title as Darrin Stearns looks absolutely mortified that Carey has interrupted a landmark moment in company history! Carey quickly goes to a corner, wearing his new “Last of My Kind” t-shirt, along with his War Machines kutte. Raising his hands in the air, he starts screaming for the fans to get on their feet as he raises his hands a few times to urge them on while he looks on at them. Hopping off that corner, he crosses the ring and goes to that half of the crowd and urging them to do the same before he hops down and goes over to Darrin, ruffling his hair before looking over at Diego. The new World Champ stops to look at Diego for a moment, and the two just look at one another for a moment. There seems to be a bit of tension for a moment as the main man of HELL meets the new main man of RW...all before Diego extends his hands to the champion. Carey looks on and slowly gives the man a nod before he returns the hand, the pair shaking hands as Diego slowly starts to head to leave the ring, motioning for Darrin that it’s okay to do the same. Darrin looks on at Carey, who just shrugs innocently before he calls for a microphone. Once Darrin hands him the one he has, he walks off, leaving the new World Champion alone in the ring.
Carey Dean: Well...looks like Mexico’s already been good to me. The tequila is good, the atmosphere is pretty goddamn fantastic, AND YOU ARE MAKING NOISE FOR YOUR CAMPEON DEL MUNDO!
The crowd is genuinely shocked at Carey shouting out some pretty perfect Spanish there, and they cheer louder as he grins, pounding a fist to his chest.
Carey Dean: Now if you don’t mind, I got some things i need to get off my chest. I been waiting a whole goddamn year to finally let the world meet...me.
See, my name is Carey Linus Caldwell. I’m from San Diego, just a few hours up north, and I wasn’t supposed to be here. I’m a man that’s got no future. And really, if you think about it, I ain’t got much of a past either. I just sort of showed up one day and that’s what it was. The wrestling world was introduced to Carey Dean, a kid who couldn’t wrestle, couldn’t talk, but he could fight. And for the past year, I’ve been fighting a fight that I started when I invited the Sisters of Sin to step into (R)Evolution and take me on. Now here I am. I thought if I was here a year later, it was gonna be a whole lot different. First, I thought it was gonna be me and my dame running this place like Bonnie and Clyde. Then I thought I was gonna be doin’ this dance with Jaina Frost and company forever. But here I am now, and I look at you as the (R)Evolution World Champion.
The crowd erupts as Carey nods, holding his title up in one hand as he looks on at the crowd.
Carey Dean: The days of being Carey Dean are over. That was never supposed to be a full time thing, and it’s not gonna be a thing anymore. Carey Caldwell is the (R)Evolution World Champion, and this is my EVOLUTION! This is the night that I take charge as the World Champion, and this is my night when I show the world what I’m made of! See, before you go and you think I haven’t learned from the past year, let me show you something.
Carey points to the entrance of the ringside area, and suddenly out walks Siobhan Mahoney, bringing the same group that celebrated Carey’s victory at The War Isn’t Over Yet with him. Naiser King, Chris Moore, and Bloodsport. The group step in and trade high fives with him, all still wearing the same vest as him as he hands the World Title over to Siobhan before he nods and trades a small fist bump with her, both of them lingering a couple seconds more than they would have with any other member of the group.
Carey Caldwell: I pay Irish the big bucks to do the talking, but I’m going to lay it all out right now...I am Carey Caldwell! I am The Last of My Kind! I am your World Champion, and I may not be the best goddamn wrestler in the industry, but there ain’t a better fighter out there! So if you got the courage to step up, you’re about to find out that I may not win pretty, but I’m gonna win regardless. Take it, Irish.
Siobhan Mahoney: ...You were doin’ pretty good on your own there, rebel. But if you insist - ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else, the greatest (R)Evolution World Champion of all time does not work alone. Now that the Sisters of Sin have been vanquished, he’s got a new mission, and that is to bring the war to anyone and everyone that’s out there looking for a fight. He’s not just a brawler trained in the lowest dives and seediest strip joints north of the Rio Grande. This right here? This is the leader of the finest group of troublemakers and deviants you’ve ever seen. Chris Moore. Naiser King. Gunnar Stahl. Mattias Jepsen. Siobhan Mahoney. Together with Carey Caldwell, we are the Next Gen War Machines and if you cross us, you can… hey Carey, you want your line back?
Carey Caldwell: And you can expect...to ge---
Suddenly, the sound of “Voodoo” by Godsmack echoes through the arena and out strolls Mistress Vivi, dressed in street clothes. She’s carrying a microphone in one hand and the walking stick from her entrance in the other.
Mistress Vivi: Yo Carey, I’mma let you finish, but Sydney - nah, I can’t even say that. My opinion? The greatest (R)Evolution World Champ ain’t been crowned yet. And since your old mentor went and giftwrapped my title to some chick who looks like a moldy potato, I figure it’s time to aim a little higher. Besides, I don’t think he’s gonna be paying Lanning to do you any favors anytime soon. It’s time this little monster got her shot at greatness, and you’re the one who’s gonna give it to me. Comprende?
Carey looks over at Siobhan and the guys, taking a moment to pat the title on Siobhan’s shoulders before bringing the mic up to his lips.
Carey Caldwell: First off, you call Chris Strike my mentor again, I’m gonna slap your face so hard, Simon Raines’ ass is gonna feel it for a week.
The Next Gen War Machines laugh a little before Carey looks back at them to relax.
Carey Caldwell: Secondly, I get it. Chris Strike and my old boy Heavy D screwed you. I’m not going to deny the fact that asshole gift wrapped the title for Venus, and I didn’t just come out here and scream to the heavens that I was going to face any and all comers just to wave you off because you got your hopes and dreams dashed two weeks ago. You want a match? Well, you’re on. Just be careful what you’re wishing for here, Viv. See, I’m not Venus. I’m not some pushover that’s gonna get by on lookin’ good and Chris Strike calling in a favor. I’m the guy with the right hook that’s gonna hit you so hard, your goddamn voodoo dolls are gonna bruise! You’ve been doing a hell of a job talking your way into the graces of people, trying to play every side until something comes up the benefits you even more, but I’m gonna whip your ass from here back up to San Diego and Anaheim for one reason, and it’s because I got somethin’ you don’t. See, whether you wanna admit it or not, I got one thing on you that you don’t know a damn thing about. I got loyalty, Vivi. These boys and this lady? They know that I’d build their protection with bloody knuckles and bare hands. They know that I’d go the hell fire and flames for my own, and they watched that on my road to the World Title! They know that I wouldn’t sell them out, because there isn’t a damn thing more important in life than loyalty and trust. You want this? Don’t think for a moment these boys are gonna sell me out so you can talk your way to a World Title. You’re gonna have to out fight me for this thing, and nobody in this business has proven they can. You keep talking about how you like a little pain? Well darlin’, I’m gonna give you all the pain you can handle, but you’re walking out disappointed. And you can take that back to the next person you’ll stand for until it suits you.
Mistress Vivi: Since I got here I have been degraded, insulted, pushed aside, and screwed over. My religious beliefs, my culture, and my place in it have been ridiculed and demeaned by lesser women who gave themselves the title of Queen without ever once understanding the sweat, blood, and tears that went into me earning the right to call myself Voodoo Queen. I don’t want your people to sell you out. They’re worthless to me. I will fight you for that title, with every fiber of my being. Because let me tell you something, Carey Caldwell - you don’t get to be Voodoo Queen at eighteen years old by talking your way into it. At the time, that was the most important thing in the world to me, and I achieved that by scratching and clawing and fighting my way to the top. And I will do the same for that title. See, the problem is, you’ve been dealing with a bunch of girls who were basically evil lite. The margarine of evil, if you will. You got no idea what it is to go up against the wickedest bitch in the west, but you’ll learn, ma cher. Oh yeah, you’ll learn.
Carey nods, glancing over at her before he puts his hand out to Siobhan, who hands him the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Title. This time, when he speaks, it’s less of a snarl and scream like he normally uses to speak, Carey talks softer.
Carey Dean: This ain’t voodoo, darlin’. This belt? This is a spoil of war. This is a trophy for taking the head of a king or queen, and this is the closest you’re gonna get to this unless you take my goddamn head. I’m not here to take you lightly. And to be honest, I don’t care how many people call themselves king, queen, emperor, or the goddamn Pope. I AM CAREY GODDAMN CALDWELL, AND I AM YOUR WORLD CHAMPION! So this is either gonna go one of two ways, kiddo. You’re either gonna respect that and meet me in the ring where you’ll see just how tough you are, or you’re gonna keep acting like that title of Voodoo Queen means a goddamn thing to me. Either way, both of these scenarios ends with me knocking you back to the Stone Age...because you? Well you can expect...TO GET WRECKED!
Mistress Vivi: You are A world champion. You are not MY world champion. You are little more than a thug on a power trip but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve stooped to another’s level to get what I want. I will meet you in that ring anytime, anyplace, and you’ll understand what it’s like to become a Monster’s prey. I hope your little friends are ready to pick up the pieces.
With that, Mistress Vivi approaches the Next Gen War Machines as though she’s going to walk through the small crowd of people, but instead she swings her walking stick hard into the side of Siobhan Mahoney’s knee, grinning as the girl cries out in pain and falls to the mat. Mistress Vivi swings again, this time hitting her squarely across the back.
Mistress Vivi: Of course, you may have to put them back together first… have a good night, Carey Caldwell.
She blows a kiss to Carey and saunters out of the ring, listening as “Voodoo” once again plays for her exit. Carey instantly goes over to Siobhan, checking on her as the crew checks on her while Carey stares dead on at Vivi.