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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:40:16 GMT -6
As "Revolution" by Authority Zero begins to play, the camera sweeps over the roaring crowd in the Coliseo, all of them ready for the final (for now) RW show held in front of them! The camera continues to pan around until it lands on the announcer's table, where Pond and Dr. Kuller sit waiting. Pond: Hello everyone, and welcome to (R)Evolution Wrestling #31. I'm Pond, and I'm still joined by Dr. Kuller. Cyril...you okay? Your face is looking a bit busted up. Dr. Kuller brings a hand up to the left side of his face, which looks bruised and swollen. He waves a hand dismissively. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Just a lab accident! My machine to automatically feed me chips went a little...off. Pond: ...couldn't you just eat your own chips? Dr. Cyril Kuller: ...what am I, a caveman? Pond just frowns, before ignoring that completely. Pond: So! Tonight is our final night of our Mexico tour, and we've got a big show lined up for it. Two titles are on the line! Venus defends makes the first ever defense of the Orange County championship against Naiser King, while in our main event we have a massive triple threat tag match for the RW tag belts, as Bloodsport defends against both Damage Inc. and REVOLUTION! Dr. Cyril Kuller: Massive! Not only that, but NoVaK faces Sydney Christensen, and it's Pick Your Poison night! Pond: That's right, as we're only a week away from Battle Without Honor or Humanity II, that means it's once again time for champ and challenger to pick poison for the other. And there's some stakes this time. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Indeed! Carey picked Angelina Fantastica to take on Vivienne, which is quite an interesting choice. Bit worried for the little girl, but hey! Science can fix her if something happens! Pond: ...yeah. And in bigger stakes, Simon Raines is Carey Caldwell's poison, and Simon raised the game. He's putting his career on the line here. If he loses, he's done as a wrestler. But, if he wins, he's earned himself a future shot at the RW title. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Go big or go home, that's what my slime vat use to say. Pond: ...what the fu-what. No, you know what, let's just get to our opening match, a triple threat contest between Christopher Moore, Kaiden Hawke, and Masato Kanemoto. David, take it away! CHRISTOPHER MOORE VS. KAIDEN HAWKE VS. MASATO KANEMOTO Well, this is an interesting opener in the fact that Christopher Moore tends to enjoy a speedy approach with some grappling with Kaiden Hawke and Masato Kanemoto favor a more smash-mouth kind of style...so of course both of them immediately go right after the New Age War Machine member, bringing him to the corner with some fierce strikes and then they lay boots unto him until he’s slumped over on the corner before they decide to fight among themselves. The two trade blows but Kaiden’s bit of experience in the ring compared to Masato’s gives him the advantage, as he takes Kanemoto down with a Russian leg sweep and assumes control, showcasing some ground and pound following suit before bringing him up and irish whipping Masato to the ropes. On the return, Masato ducks a clothesline attempt and on the comeback, he’s more than happy to meet Kaiden with a massive lariat that gets him a two count. Not amused, Kanemoto pins Hawke down again but that one is broken up by a Christopher Moore dropkick at one. Now it’s Moore’s turn to show off some of his own offense as he lays into Masato with some low kicks before ducking under a wild punch attempt and connecting with a Dragon suplex which he doesn’t bridge as Hawke is getting back to his knees, only to run right at him and connect with a spike hurricanrana. Both Hawke and Kanemoto have a similar idea as they roll out of the ring and to the outside...but Moore tells them to GTFO~! - not literally, by that we just mean he did his nifty suicide dive to the outside on both men. Moore gets Kanemoto back inside as he’s the less heavier of the two competitors and proceeds to ascend to the top rope, looking for a shooting star press...and Kanemoto gets the knees up. Masato quickly picks Moore up and connects with the Hunter’s Strength slam, keeping a hold of the leg and bridging into a cover which gets a VERY close two-count.. Kaiden proceeds to pounce on the opportunity, as he grabs and tosses Masato onto the ropes as he’s standing up and catches him in the return with a belly-to-belly suplex and then following suit with a corkscrew neckbreaker on Kanemoto, which gets a close two count. Kaiden attempts to lock in his patented kneebar, but Kanemoto reverses his way out of it and rushes towards the ropes, catching Hawke with the In Nomine Patris, the impact sending Hawke through the second rope and onto the outside of the ring. But as Kanemoto turns around with a smirk, he’s caught with a huge roundhouse kick by Christopher Moore which is then followed by The Final Solution and then the one, two, three as Christopher Moore picks up the win and starts the momentum for what’s a rather big night for the New Age War Machines! WINNER: CHRISTOPHER MOORE Pond: Moore with a big win for the War Machines! Dr. Cyril Kuller: Very good work by Moore, all three of those men looked great out there, but Moore managed it in the end. I'm expecting a lot from all three in the future! Pond: Me too, they'll be ones to watch. We'll be right back, and when we do we'll see Anwaar Saad take on HELL's El Gringo! See you in a bit.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:40:34 GMT -6
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Hey, we're back! Next up we’ve got one of those guys from HELL! Pond: Yeah, it’s El Gringo, looking to put a stop to Anwaar Saad’s unbeaten debut streak. Almost as if he hears her mention him, El Gringo, already in the ring, flexes his muscles. Suddenly, the lights start to dim, and suddenly as the fans start to hear "Take Out the Gunman" by Chevelle, the crowd begins to erupt! 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! As soon as the drums kick in with the heavy chorus, Carey Caldwell stands at the entrance way with Siobhan Mahoney! With Siobhan holding the RW World Title for him, Carey looks around for a moment in his new "Last of My Kind" shirt, along with his War Machine kutte. Siobhan is in her own kutte, along with looking like quite the looker as always. The duo start to make their way to the ring as Carey nods and slaps a few hands before he grabs the title off of Siobhan's shoulder and rolls into the ring as the crowd keeps energized, El Gringo rolling out of the ring, confused! 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! Carey climbs a turnbuckle as he keeps the title on his shoulder before he leans down as he has his fists tap the top turnbuckle of the corner before he raises his arms to get a reaction from the crowd before he hops down and points a finger at David Zinkus, laughing for a bit before putting the ring announcer in a playful headlock to give him a noogie before taking the microphone from him before he starts to talk. Carey Caldwell: You know, it's probably for the best I keep this short. See, in the back rests a man who is probably about as smart as a ten pound back of enchiladas, and his name is Simon Raines. See, Simon and his supervillian girlfriend Mistress Vivi decided they wanted to humiliate me so bad, they put their careers up on the line against my titles. The fact that they think they're going to knock me off the top of the mountain here so quickly means that they don't have a goddamn clue who they're messing with. The crowd cheers as Carey nods, looking out at the crowd as he takes the belt off his shoulder while he grips the strap in his fist. Carey Caldwell: This? This is my life. This is my ticket to a future, Vivi. This is my ticket to outrunning everything that I've done coming to get me. This is my chance to right every wrong I've ever committed in my life. Holding this gives me an opportunity not to take over (R)Evolution Wrestling, but make it better than when I found it. This gives me the opportunity to improve my life, the life of my friends, and the life of my family. And if you want to know why I picked Angelina Fantastica to face you as your poison...it's because I believe in her. Everyone has needed someone in their life to believe in them, and like Jonathan Collins did for me before and the War Machines now, I believe in her to take you down a peg! The reality is that this belt has been the gateway to opportunities I never would have been given a year ago. I'll be the first person to tell you I came up short against Norihiro Akashi at EXODUS Kingdom 2, but he knows that he was in a fight, and he knows that I took a piece of him that night. And if he doesn't think I'll come to Japan and fight him again...then maybe he needs a reality check. He and I will meet again, and it'll be a different outcome. It's not about Akashi though, it's about tonight and it's about Battle Without Honor or Humanity in one week. When I'm done with you tonight, you won't have backup. Simon won't be able to follow you around like a lost dog at Battle Without Honor or Humanity to try to interject himself in our match. He won't be able to save you for the beatdown I am going to give you that is LONG OVERDUE! You've had your fun with your pet ogre called the Uroboros and your little troll of a boyfriend, but in seven days, I'm putting an end to your time in (R)Evolution Wrestling! Here's some goddamn reality, Vivi! I'm not coming to the biggest show of the year to do anything less than walk out victorious. And you? You can EXPECT... Carey smirks as the crowd finishes his phrase as he holds up the mic with a clear mix of English and accented thanks to the contingent of American and Mexican fans who speak English as they shout back "TO GET WRECKED!" for him as "Take Out the Gunman" starts up again as he drops the microphone and shrugs innocently before he hands his title back to Siobhan as the two begin heading toward the back again. The two continue to slap hands and salute the fans before their music is replaced with "Polemos" by Mick Gordon. Carey turns his head as he seems surprised that someone would have the audacity to interrupt his music, though Siobhan is already quick to help Carey from just attacking him by pulling on his arm. Saad and Carey exchange some angry glances before the champ heads to the back and Saad and crew continues their walk to the ring. As they all continue to walk very slowly down the ramp, they start to spread out until when they hit the ringside area, a clear shot of Saad is in view. He climbs up the steel steps, stepping onto the apron, before getting ahold of the camera man's attention, pointing to a selection of Mixed Martial Art sponsors on his shorts, making him zoom in and view them. Turning back around, Saad leaps over the rope and into the ring, retracting to his corner, drinking and wetting himself with the water. Before the referee can call for the bell, Saad grabs a microphone from one of his trainers, and turns, addressing the room microphone in hand. Anwaar Saad: So here we are in the city of Tijuana… WHY are we even in Tijuana? This place is a piece of shit. Crime rates flying through the roof, ugly flip-flop wearing spics jaywalking in front of my Mercedes, oh and the women… sheesh. The women here are absolutely DISGUSTING! A huge chorus of boos explode from the Mexican crowd, who previously unsure of the dominating displays of Saad begin to start throwing rubbish into the ring. Anwaar Saad: And this country may have a few flashy luchadors, who fight for honour and respect, the whole handshake, bowing thing – which is pretty ironic considering if you bow to someone in Tijuana they’ll run over to you and steal your wallet. Bu- Saad is cut off as a bottle is thrown from the crowd and hits him in the side of the face, but he recovers, as the camera zooms out to a full view of the ring which is now covered in anything the crowd is throwing at him. Anwaar Saad: But as I was saying, you may have a few flashy masked scumbags, who aren’t even wrestlers, more like ballet dancers. However, you always fail in every other department. Mixed Martial Arts? Nope. REAL American wrestling? Nope. Amateur Wrestling? No way Jose. You know what? SPORTS! Nope. In fact you don’t even have a proper Olympic team! Probably because everyone in your pathetic country that can run, jump or swim has crossed over the border! HAHAHAHA! Watch me beat the shit out of one of your mask wearing freaks right now! Saad throws the mic astray before charging at El Gringo, catching the larger man off with a shoulder to the solar plexus, knocking him back. Pond: He does know El Gringo is American, right? Dr. Cyril Kuller: Well, that’s if he says he is! Could be a Cyborg for all I know. I kid. He’s not a Cyborg. I’d know. ANWAAR SAAD VS. EL GRINGO Saad proceeded to continue his assault on El Gringo, taking advantage of the bigger mans lack of balance to unleash a hailstorm of kicks, punches and elbows, forcing the masked man back into the ropes, keeping a guard up. An Irish Whip was the last thing he was expecting, but Anwaar used it, sending Gringo running, before catching him on the rebound with a Belly to Belly Suplex, using momentum to counteract the weight disadvantage. Not breaking for even a moment, Anwaar quickly mounted the big man’s chest, and started letting loose with hard MMA punches, trying to beat the masked man into either submission of unconsciousness. As the referee tried to break it up, he pushed him away, eventually stopping his onslaught only in the face of a potential disqualification. Anwaar quickly stood, turning to the booing crowd, raising his arms in victory, ignoring their cat calls and jeers. With an arrogant sneer, he turned back to his opponent. And straight into a Gringo Lariat! Gringo falls into the ropes, shaking his head, still trying to shake off the beating the Egyptian has dropped on him, as Anwaar hit the deck! It didn’t keep him down long, as he bounced straight back to his feet, charging the groggy Gringo, ducking an attempted Big Boot, pivoting on the spot, before taking the big guy up and over with an outstanding Deadlift German Suplex, holding on for the pin, the big guy only just managing to power out after the two count! Angrily, Saad grabbed a handful of mask, dragging Gringo upright, only to be taken by surprise as the big man caught him with a Headbutt, followed by a mat shaking Scoop Slam! He followed up with a sequence of Suplexes, DDTs and Hip Tosses, using his power to debase the more rounded competitor. After wearing Saad down with a protracted Full Nelson, Gringo picked up the smaller man before driving him into the ring post with a Snake Eyes. As Anwaar clutched at his forehead, Gringo signalled for the end, before lifting Saad above his head in a Military Press. Before he could finish the Gringo Bomb, however, Anwaar managed to slip free, wrapping himself around one of Gringo’s arms, and his throat, as he locked in the Pharoah Vise! Gringo held on, desperately trying to stagger to the ropes, but Saad managed to pull him to the floor, and out of reach of the ropes, Gringo had no hope but to tap out, giving Anwaar Saad the win! WINNER: ANWAAR SAAD Pond: El Gringo took Anwaar Saad all the way there, nearly handing the Egyptian MMA star his first loss here in (R)Evolution, before Anwaar managed to get that deadly Pharoah Vise locked in. Dr. Cyril Kuller: See, if Gringo WAS a Cyborg, then he’d have been able to finish the job there. Quick, before he gets away, let me find some business cards… Pond: Too late, Doc. Better luck next time. Another big win for Saad, who puts away a HELL star. He's really impressing people now, even if I don't think he'll be very popular with our Mexican fans after this... Dr. Cyril Kuller: Or our world champ. Interrupting him was quite ballsy, but Saad has shown he can back up those actions. I can't wait to see what he does next. Pond: In complete agreement, Saad's rise is one to watch. We'll be right back, and when we come back we'll see Ciaran Samuels take on Jared Ramsey! Stay tuned.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:40:47 GMT -6
Dr. Kuller: We're back, and it's time for another match! This should be an interesting contest, between two men with traits I’d love to...examine further. For science, of course. Pond: Right. I don’t want to know what you’d do with those traits, but it’s Ciaran Samuels of the Pantheon, against Jared Ramsey, who’s developing an affiliation with the New Age War Machines. Let’s go see how this shakes out, shall we? “Gold on the Ceiling” by the Black Keys brings Jared Ramsey to the ring. In spite of this being only his third or so match, he looks extremely focused on the task at hand as he walks down the aisle to applause (and the more than occasional catcall from an impressed female fan in the audience). Jared slides in under the bottom rope as David Zinkus announces him. David Zinkus: First, coming to us from Dallas, Texas...JARED RAMSEY! Ramsey settles into his corner, getting ready as Zinkus starts to do a job that won’t quite be finished. David ZInkus: And, his opponent! When Ye Dead Come Sailing Home starts to play over the PA, as Ciaran Samuels comes out from the back, escorted by Genevieve Tate, waiting by the entranceway a moment or two, surveying the crowd. He seems tense, possibly nervous, but visibly calms as she places a hand on his shoulder. He slowly walks to the ring, and up the ring steps, ignoring the crowd the whole while. He stops, and taking Genevieve by the hand, helps her up the steps, and onto the apron. He rests on the middle rope, allowing her into the ring, before wiping his boots off on the apron, and following her in. He paces around the ring, testing the ropes as he goes, before heading to his corner and stretching out, as Genevieve approaches David Zinkus, and takes the microphone from him. Genevieve Tate: Ladies and gentlemen... presenting to you, representing the Pantheon... he is your Poseidon... CIARAN SAMUELS! She forcefully thrusts the mic into Zinkus' chest, before sashaying over to Ciaran's corner, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before exiting the ring between the top and middle ropes. CIARAN SAMUELS VS. JARED RAMSEY For the first time, the Pantheon and War Machines collide - even if Ramsey is only an associate of the group at this point. Jared seems ready for the match, and charges at Samuels with a spinning heel kick. The salty veteran of the seas, however, deftly steps to the side, leaving Ramsey to crash into the canvas. Ciaran quickly pounces to slap a cravate on Ramsey, cranking at his neck for all he’s worth. Jared isn’t quite sure how to deal with the European submission hold, but a hand on the rope breaks it just like anything else. Tate cheers on her charge from the floor as Ciaran throws two sharp European uppercuts to the jaw, and hits an inverted atomic drop on Ramsey. Firmly in control of the match, Ciaran looks for one of his signature DDTs, but Jared manages to push Samuels back. Ciaran rushes in to press the advantage, but Ramsey catches him with a huracanrana. More embarrassed than hurt, Ciaran gets up to pursue Jared, but the model is on the move, running to the turnbuckles and coming flying back with a back elbow! Ramsey makes the cover, getting a two count as Genevieve screams at the official for counting too fast. Unfortunately for Jared, that’s about all he gets for a good long while, as Ciaran CLOBBERS him with a forearm as the two men stand up. Jared’s jaw snaps back, and Samuels throws a boot to the gut, snapping Jared to the mat with a textbook DDT. Ciaran covers with a forearm across the face, but Ramsey kicks out at two. Ciaran simply shrugs and picks Jared back up with a hammerlock. The Triton DDT follows, and another forearm-in-face cover follows, this time getting a long, LONG two, with Jared barely able to throw a shoulder up to avoid being beaten. Samuels simply hooks a front facelock, trying to drain the life out of his rookie opponent. Jared forces his way back up to hands and knees, then struggles to his feet with Ciaran clutching tightly. Ramsey pops his hips, managing to get a crude Northern Lights Suplex! Immediately, he goes up to the top rope. Samuels is up fast, and turns as Genevieve points out Jared, only to eat a missile dropkick! Jared quickly picks Ciaran up, with designs on ending the contest. Even as Ramsey looks for the Air Raid Crash, though, the more experienced Samuels manages to wiggle free. As he falls to the mat, he picks the very pretty Jared’s ankle, too. As Jared falls face first to the canvas, Ciaran rises to a knee, his hands lacing around the ankle like a death trap. Ramsey flails, reaching out for the ropes, but Samuels’ positioning is sound. It takes another moment for Jared to realize that there’s no way out, and he smacks his hand on the mat three times to signal his submission to Ciaran’s pet submission, known as Scylla. WINNER: CIARAN SAMUELS Dr. Kuller: A big win for Pantheon’s Poseidon here! I wonder if he’d let me find out just what makes him tick. Pond: I think that’s a luxury he would only allow Ms. Tate, sadly for you. Jared gave it a good effort here, folks, but the experience advantage of the Helmsman carries the day here. We'll be back in a few, there's something to see backstage. Cutting backstage, a large wooden door in the dark corners of the university swings open fiercely, a smirking Kaiden Hawke sauntering to the bright lights of the hallway, gesturing to the woman behind that it’s safe. Mistress Vivi walks out with a matching grin, allowing the heavy door to close behind her with a thud that echoes in the otherwise empty corridor. Mistress Vivi: So we’re in agreement, then? Kaiden Hawke: Did you think any less of me? Of course. Mistress Vivi: You may have noticed that time and time again, I have been disappointed and betrayed by those who have claimed to be on my side. Kaiden rolled his eyes in response. Kaiden Hawke: What reasons could I possibly have to betray you? Everybody wins in this scenario, surely. Except, well… Them. Mistress Vivi nods knowingly, putting her hand on his shoulder. Kaiden Hawke: You have my utmost support, Vivi. You can count on me. Mistress Vivi: I certainly hope that will be the case, Kaiden. Kaiden Hawke: Hey, as long as you can give me what you promised, you got yourself an ally. Swear on my life. His words were genuine, a small nod her way as he stood in front of her. That small smirk crossed his face again, a hand reaching to scratch his chin thoughtfully. Kaiden Hawke: Regardless, good luck. You probably won’t even need me. Mistress Vivi: I appreciate the support. We’ll see what happens. With a wordless nod, Kaiden headed in the other direction, hands in the pockets of his jeans, Vivi heading the opposite direction.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:41:20 GMT -6
Pond: And we’re back. Dr. Cyril Kuller: What’s the name of the song? Pond: I don’t get… Dr. Cyril Kuller: ¡EXPLOSIVO! Pond: Ah. Right, I get it. That’s right, next up is the second in what I’m going to call Papa Rodríguez’s “Hard Love” Training series! Explosivo’s there, in the ring, preparing for what’s about to happen. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Last show, Maria showed Explosivo how to kick people in the face by kicking him in the face. You know, she was rather well-constructed. I must find out who did her skull... Pond: And this week, it’s the turn of none other than this man… The Funky Dragon! As Uptown Funk blasts throughout the arena, the main lights dim, to be replaced by flashing disco style lights. After about 15 seconds, as the vocals kick in, Funky Dragon moonwalks into the arena, spinning on the ball of his foot at the top of the ramp, and spreading his arms wide, ignoring the boos of the crowd as he does so. With a subtle nod of the head, Funky sets off down the ramp to the ring, strutting in time to the beat, bobbing his head as he walks. Reaching the ring, he slides under the bottom rope, making it to the middle of the ring, before kicking his legs around, performing a Spinaroonie and getting to his feet. With this, he goes to shake hands with the ref, but pulls his hand away at the last moment, running it up past where his hair would be, whilst moonwalking away from him to his corner, to wait for the start of the match. Dr. Cyril Kuller: This Dragon is far better than Logan’s. So much more fun. I wonder what it’ll be this time? EXPLOSIVO VS. THE FUNKY DRAGON As the crowd cheered, Funky sat, resting in his corner, hand on chin. After a few moments, he seemed to remember something, and with a large, exaggerated movement, brought his hand up and over his head, finger extended, before bringing it down on the palm of his other hand, mimicking a record player dropping its needle, as “Word Up” by Cameo starts playing over the PA system. Bobbing his head in time to the beat, Funky danced out of the corner, making a beeline straight for Explosivo, only to be taken by surprise as the energetic Mexican virtually exploded, hitting a full on sprint from a standing start, and cannonballing into the Dragon with a Cannonball Senton, taking the Funky One down. Not letting up for a moment, Explosivo was firing on all cylinders, belting out DDTs, Huracanranas and Arm Drags, doing all he could to try and burn out the Dragon before he had an opportunity to fight back. The sequence culminated in an explosive ¡Pelé!, sending the masked Funk warrior out of the ring over the top rope, to a cheer from the Tijuana crowd! Explosivo took a moment to congratulate himself, pumping his fist in the air, before turning back to aim a Plancha at Funky Dragon… only to catch Funky’s feet around his neck, as the American Skinned The Cat, and hit a What Da Funk?! Back in the ring, Funky was back on his feet, as Explosivo charged back in high gear. The Dragon sidestepped the oncoming assault, pirouetting on the spot just in time to see Explosivo Handspring back off the ropes, going for a Granada, only for Funky to hit a splits, letting Explosivo somersault harmlessly over his head! Explosivo landed on both feet, before charging forward, going for a Two Footed Tackle, only to miss as Funky rolled forwards out of the splits, and hops up onto the second rope, springboarding back, going for a Funkensteiner, which Explosivo just managed to avoid by rolling underneath it, only for Funky to follow up and catch Explosivo with a Mule Kick, doubling him over, allowing Funky to take advantage and follow up with a Split Legged Stunner! A quick one count later, Explosivo emerged as energetic as ever, riding hard on a second wind. A series of hard kicks to the shins and calves managed to destabilize Funky enough for Explosivo to get some flow back, a DDT and a Monkey Flip keeping Funky off guard, before following up with a Caída de Dinamita, driving the Dragon’s face into the mat. The crowd roared as Explosivo pointed to the ropes, before running and springboarding off them, with a Bomba Atómica, only for Funky to suddenly push himself up on his shoulders, and up into a handstand, letting Explosivo hit nothing but mat! As the young Mexican ricochets upright, clutching his ribs, Funky sprints to the ropes, springboarding off himself, and connecting with a Funkensteiner, holding the rana into a pin for the 3 count! WINNER: THE FUNKY DRAGON Dr. Cyril Kuller: WORD UP! Funky with the Funkensteiner! Pond: Explosivo gave that everything he had, but in the end, it just wasn’t quite enough, as Funky dances to yet another victory. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Yes! He dances with the power of a thousand dragons! I need to look into this. The scientific possibilities! Pond: I’m neither paid nor drunk enough for this. Let's see an ad for Ant-Man, then we'll be back with the much anticipated matchup between NoVaK and Sydney Christensen.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:41:35 GMT -6
Pond: We're back, and we have a doozy of a match this time! Dr. Cyril Kuller: We do! It's time for Ace vs. SUPERNOVA! Pond: That's right, Sydney Christensen takes on NoVaK. This is a big one, and people have been excited for it since it was announced, so let's get to it! Take it away Davi- Suddenly, the lights in the arena black out completely, the white noise of static flooding the speakers in a rather horrifying manner, when suddenly on RW's version of the EXOScreen... Suddenly, synthesizer and electronic noise comes through the speakers in place of the static as the picture never seems to get any clearer, the sounds of "Jacquard Causeway" by Boards of Canada kicking in as finally a single spotlight shows up at the entrance...in the form of a star. A familiar Danish accent is then heard as Steri steps out into the spotlight, a microphone in her hand. Steri: Please welcome...from the Superunknown....representing The Family....NoVaK...THE SUPERRRRRRNOVVVVAAAA! The same sample and sounds continue to the slow drum beat as NoVaK begins walking toward the entrance way with Steri following closely behind him. With a huge grin on the face of the Supernova it seems like the light follows him, small lights that look like stars lighting up over the ring, aisle, and entrance while he steps down, practically stalking something or someone on the way to the ring. As what seems to be the broken and hypnotic music track continues to play, the house lights start to flash in time with the drum beat, almost as if he's creating electrical feedback by being in the area. The Supernova starts to shiver in delight as he finally makes it into the ring, darkening the arena again, now making the "stars" burn brighter to the beat of the music instead of the house lights. This goes on as he looks out at the crowd, already booing him as he climbs the turnbuckle, spreading his arms wide whilst Steri makes her way to his corner. Pond: ...NoVaK is fascinating to watch. Creepy, but fascinating. Dr. Cyril Kuller: I have so many questions that only a scalpel can answer about him. Pond: ...he might be into that, who knows. But the Supernova, more than being creepy, is effective. He's made a big splash here, even when he loses. He drove Cthulhu Jones to the point of going full...Elder God, I guess? To put NoVaK down. A testament to just how much it takes to put away the Supernova. But if there's anyone who can manage that, it's his opponent tonight. David Zinkus: ...and his opponent! A loud guitar riff coupled by the beat of drums fills the gym with sound as “The Path Less Taken” by Taproot kicks into full gear. “What if we haven't lost our way, What if we haven't lost our minds, And chose to seize the day, What if we know just how to rise and shine, What if we see our circumstances now start at the end” Just before the song kicks into the chorus, out from behind the curtain steps Sydney Christensen, clad in a plain black leather Bolero-style jacket over her ring attire. The Canadian’s eyes are focused on the ring directly in front of her as she looks to either side of her, a slight smile forming as she hears the fans cheer her. Her gaze then turns back to the ring as she begins to walk down the aisle. David Zinkus: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 135lbs, she is the NORTH STAR! SYDNEY CHRISTENSEEEEEENNNNNN! “So here we go again, A past worth savin, At last we're pavin, The path less taken;” Reaching the ring, Sydney climbs the steel steps and climbs between the bottom and middle ropes. Once inside, she walks immediately to the corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. She raises her arms in the air, sticking her pointer fingers in the air and gazing out at the cheering crowd, nodding her head before hopping down. She then takes her jacket off and tosses it to the outside as she begins to loosen up as the music slowly fades out. Pond: Things have been up and down for Syd lately, the Uroboros a constant threat to her. But all it takes is one night for the Ace to change things around, let's see if she can do that against NoVaK tonight. NoVaK VS. SYDNEY CHRISTENSEN In this strange first time match up, the unique NoVaK found himself going one on one with The North Star, Sydney Christensen! Syd was all business as she focused herself on the strange NoVaK, and as the match got underway, Syd had to be surprised to find out that NoVaK was one of the few people left on the roster that could hold his own against Sydney when it came to pure chain wrestling and technique. Syd even seemed surprised that NoVaK was capable of meeting her hold for hold, but it didn't stop her from trying to find a move or two he didn't know. It was a solid match of several reversals, but when you go hold for hold with The North Star, one tends to find that she will win those competitions more often than not. As Sydney began taking over, NoVaK did his best to play mind games with her, hissing at her once as she came charging into a corner. Once NoVaK took over after dodging an attempted dropkick, he started trying to twist and contort Sydney, proving that he could hold his own against her in the submission department well. Locking in a scissored dragon sleeper, Sydney was stunned and did her best to get to the ropes. Of course, it was once Syd broke the submission and managed to almost catch NoVaK in the ALPHA-16. The North Star started to take over, and the fans were starting to really get themselves behind her, thinking she could bring down The Supernova! She began the comeback trail, but just as Steri seemed to go into convulsions over something, the referee began to check on her, only for NoVaK to release green mist into the face of Sydney! With her blinded, NoVaK reached and grabbed her for And So the Sun Dies! Hooking the leg, he scored the three count and picked up a HUGE victory that could lead to much bigger things! WINNER: NoVaK Pond: Damn! Sydney had that one, but Steri helped NoVaK steal it from her! Dr. Cyril Kuller: Even for an Ace, there's little defense against a face full of mist! Them's the breaks! Hopefully Syd can come back from this next show. Pond: I hope so too, but only time will tell. For now, let's head backstage, where Tom Matheny is waiting with a guest. We go backstage, finding Tom standing with a familiar face, that of Eve. Tom Matheny: Hello everyone! I’m here now with Eve. Eve, it’s been a few weeks since we’ve seen you in the ring. Eve: It has! And while that’s a bit disappointing to me, I totally understand why. This show and the joint with HELL had some really big stuff, and there’s not room for everyone. I don’t mind sitting off for a bit if it means someone else who deserves it gets a chance to shine. Tom Matheny: Like Angelina? Eve grins at the name of her tiny friend that can fit into a suitcase. Eve: Yes! I’d give up my spot any time for her, she needs development more than I need a match every show. Tom Matheny: Do you think she’s ready for tonight? Vivienne isn’t an easy opponent. Eve: I’m hopeful! I’ve been helping her out for a few weeks now, she’s got a lot going for her, she just needs fine-tuning and some confidence. Tom nods. Tom Matheny: That’s good. But...considering how Vivi’s treated Carey’s other friends lately, are you worried she might try something with Angelina? The smile on Eve’s face leaves her, replaced with a completely serious look. Eve: I said when I came back that I’m going to protect this place. So if something happens, I’ll be there for her. Tom goes to ask another question, but is interrupted by a voice from off-screen. ??: You’re going to protect this place? How laughable. The two look over, the camera panning over to find Masato Kanemoto, still dressed in his ring attire, clutching his sheathed sword. He looks quite annoyed, though that also is pretty normal. Masato Kanemoto: The one who calls herself the Perfect Evil also proclaims herself to be a “protector”? Eve, despite the unkind words from Masato, smiles. Eve: Yup! I embrace being the Perfect Evil. I can’t change what I am, but I can use it for the good of Revo. Masato Kanemoto: Hah. A leopard can’t change it’s spots. Evil is Evil. Your true colors will show themselves. Eve just keeps on smiling. Eve: Well thank you for doubting me. More doubt just pushes me to prove them wrong more. Her reaction is clearly not the one Masato was expecting, and he seems more annoyed for it. Masato Kanemoto: The only thing you’ll do is prove me right. But I won’t give you the chance to. Eve’s face takes on a mock scared look before grinning again. Eve: Ooh, that’s threatening...going to put that big sword to use? Masato looks even more annoyed for a moment, before it’s clear some idea’s just struck him. He gives Eve a smile..and then jerks his hand up, smashing the end of the hilt of his sword right into Eve’s nose. There’s a distinct crunching sound and a spurt of blood, as Eve falls to her knees, hands clasping at her nose as she begins to yell out several expletives for poor Ginny to edit out. Masato looks down at her, and has quite the pleased smile on his face. Masato Kanemoto: I’ll return your wicked life to the Lord, Perfect Evil. And at that he turns on his heel and walks away calmly, leaving Eve clutching her bleeding nose, as Tom kneels down to check on her, as we cut away to commercials...
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:41:48 GMT -6
Backstage, in front of a Revo banner stand two men. One is the intrepid interviewer, Tom Matheny. The other is one Simon Raines, pacing back and forth before his first match back in Revo since a tour of Japan.
The funny thing? It might be his LAST match in Revo, too.
Tom Matheny: Thanks, Pond! Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here right now with Simon Raines. Now, Simon, in a little under an hour, you’re going to have the most important match of your --
Simon shoots a rather uncharacteristic glare in Tom’s direction. Slowly, he extends a hand towards the interviewer, and finally speaks.
Simon Raines: The microphone please, Tom? I can handle this one tonight. After all, who knows? It might be my last.
Even though he says it, the wink he gives the camera implies he doesn’t quite believe it. After a moment, Tom hands the microphone over, leaving Simon Raines alone with himself and his thoughts.
Simon Raines: Tonight, I put my career on the line against a man who hates my guts. Carey loathes me, and you know what? I don’t have a Goddamned clue why. He calls me names all the time and implies that I ride the short bus to school. Once? I gave a damn. It drove me crazy that he hated me, because I didn’t get it. Now? Now...I understand that I don’t have to get it. I’m not going to change it. It’s how things are.
He takes a slow, deep breath. There’s nervousness in his posture, even a touch in his voice that he’s trying like Hell to get rid of.
Simon Raines: I’m coming down to the ring tonight to save my career and dismantle a War Machine. Carey’s on record as saying ending my career would be one of the greatest nights of his life. I’m here to tell him that’s not the case, because if he DOES end my career tonight? He won’t be in any shape to successfully defend his championship against Vivienne Robichaud, my best friend, in a week’s time. I mean, Hell, my original plan before Vivi put my career on the line was going to be get disqualified ten seconds in and try to end you before security got out. Now? Now I’ve got to do this legit, one on one.
Simon looks around. Suddenly, it’s like he wishes Tom Matheny was back interviewing him. Confident or not, he knows what’s at stake tonight.
Simon Raines: It’s like I said on Twitter. If I can’t beat Carey, I don’t belong here. I don’t want to be here, and I’m in a match that ensures I won’t be if I lose. There’s nothing I won’t do to keep my career. There’s nothing I won’t do to make sure Vivi raises that title on iPPV. A few months ago, one War Machine found out that an Artist of War trumps a machine any day of the week.
And he hasn’t shut up about it since.
Simon Raines: Tonight? The younger, angrier model gets dismantled.
Simon drops the mic as we go back to ringside with Pond and Dr. Kuller.
Pond: Strong words from Simon Raines. I guess he’d have to have strong words, since this might be his last night.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Strong words aren’t everything though. He’s gotta be strong in the ring to beat Carey and save his career!
Pond: We’ll see if he’s up to that task later tonight. But first, it’s a match that’s been brewing for a while now and...I’m pretty worried about it, to be honest.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: ...me too. Yukiko Hojo, I have to say allegedly apparently, destroyed the knee of Anderson Cobalt’s girlfriend, after weeks of being a creepy bitch. Blood chocolate.
Pond: Blood chocolate. I’ve done some weird stuff, but that takes the cake.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Blood cake?
Pond: ...can we not?
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Sorry, trying to lighten the mood. David, let’s get this over with.
David Zinkus: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
“Egurite” by Yamamoto Momiji begins to play over the speakers, eliciting a lots of sounds of disgust from the crowd, as Yukiko Hojo steps onto the ramp. She tries to be chipper, but anytime she looks at the hand that should have Pipe-chan in it she looks on the verge of tears. The reaction of the crowd, especially the remaining members of #SectionB (the ones not scared off by Lifer or REVOLUTION) doesn’t help matters.
David Zinkus: From Shirakawa, Japan, weighing in at 126lbs, Yukiko Hojo!
Pond: I’d feel bad for her losing her friend if it wasn’t for the whole...y’know, knee thing.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Yeah…
Yukiko enters the ring and moves to one corner, but as “Egurite” cuts out in favor of the "I Want It All/We Will Rock You" mashup from Queen & Armageddon, bringing a grin to her face as the crowd begins to cheer the appearance of Anderson Cobalt. Wearing a zipped-up hoodie over his ring gear, Cobalt is actually smiling.
David Zinkus: From Yuma, Arizona, weighing in at 195lbs, HE IS ANDERSON COBALT!
Cobalt strolls down the ramp, still smiling, right hand playing with his hoodie zipper.
Pond: ...someone’s in a good mood.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: I can understand why. He’s wanted someone to do something about what Yukiko did for so long, but he got denied at every junction. Now he gets to do it himself. So I understand his smile.
Pond: Still…
Cobalt hops onto the apron and enters the ring, and finally sets eyes on Yukiko. She waves. And Cobalt surprises everyone.
He holds both his arms up, like he wants a hug.
Pond: What.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: ...he wants to let bygones be bygones?
Pond: I...maybe?
Even Yukiko looks genuinely surprised, before a grin breaks onto her face and she starts running to Cobalt. Cobalt just smiles, and drops one of his arms. Something falls from his hoodie sleeve into his hand, and suddenly he’s grasping a familiar pipe with a pretty pink bow. He grips it in both hands and swings it up, smashing it just above Yukiko’s ear, Yukiko collapsing.
Pond: CHRIST!
Cobalt immediately moves to stand over her, rearing his hand back before driving the pipe into the back of her head once. He swings from one side, smashing it into the right side of her head, before backhand swinging it into the left side of her head. He’s rearing back for a fifth strike when the referee tackles him, forcing him back off of her. He just grins and drops the pipe without argument, as HELL security comes running down the ramp. They all slide into the ring and grab Cobalt, forcing him out of the ring as EMTs come rushing down.
Security pushes Cobalt up the ramp, who looks right into the camera to speak.
Anderson Cobalt: THAT’S Justice!
And he smiles as they continue to push him away from the ring.
Pond: ...I don’t know what to say.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Cobalt said he’d balance the scales, and...well, I guess they’re balanced now, as far as he’s concerned.
Pond: HELL warned this match might not be a good idea, and I guess Diego’s feeling vindicated now.
Dr. Cyril Kuller: A woman just got brained with a pipe in his ring. I doubt there’s much of a good feeling about being right at this moment.
Pond: ...yeah...
Dr. Cyril Kuller: Look, can we go to commercial? I got to make a phone call…
Pond: ...me too, let’s go see some pizza ads.
We fade off to commercial on the sight of EMTs checking on a completely unconscious, bleeding Yukiko Hojo, and the smiling face of Anderson Cobalt, so pleased with his justice...
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:42:00 GMT -6
Pond: We're back, and somehow our janitor at The RIMAC, Sven, made it down to Mexico to help us clean up the ring in time for this next match. Dr. Cyril Kuller: That Sven is a hell of a guy, Pond! He even helped me carry a couple of cadavers once! Pond: What? Dr. Cyril Kuller: What do you know, it's Pick Your Poison time! Mistress Vivi meets Angelina Fantastica! Overhead lights down. Intro to Godsmack’s “Voodoo” begins playing, softly at first then gradually becoming louder. I’m not the one who’s so far away when I feel the snake bite enter my veins…Vivienne enters, head bowed. White spotlight behind, throwing her face into shadow. Never did I wanna be here again and I don’t remember why I came…She picks her head up as the lights come up and the backlight fades, giving a wild grin to the crowd. As the instrumental begins she saunters toward the ring, reveling in the crowd’s reaction to her. [ i]Candles raise my desire why I’m so far away, no more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay. Freezing feeling, breathe in, breathe in… I’m coming back again...[/i] As she reaches the ring, Vivienne climbs up onto the apron and faces the crowd, bracing her arms on the top ropes. She laughs and tilts her head to the side, laughing before she backflips over the ropes and into the ring. As the chorus of the song begins anew, she mounts the turnbuckle and raises her hands to the sky, muttering to herself as if calling on the gods to help. She then jumps down, sets her hat and riding crop aside, and struts into the ring to face her opponent. Pond: Say what you will about her talents, but Mistress Vivi has found a way to endear herself to no one lately. Even her ally Naiser King has abandoned her in favor of The War Machines. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Hey, she's always got Simon! Pond: But he won't be here tonight, as he's up next. Here comes her opponent! "Work Bitch" starts as the crowd starts to erupt for the explosive entrance of Angelina Fantastica! Decked out in a sequined and bright jacket, she grins as she starts to make her way down the ring to slap hands with the fans as she gets to ringside before backing up and running to leap up and into the ring through the middle ropes, rolling to get to her feet to let the crowd cheer for her as she poses! Pond: Angelina hasn't had the most success here... Dr. Cyril Kuller: But hey, it's gonna be entertaining! PICK YOUR POISON I - CHALLENGER'S POISON ANGELINA FANTASTICA VS. VIVIENNE ROBICHAUD In the first Pick Your Poison challenge, Mistress Vivi found herself up against the girl nicknamed "Pocket Thunder" by Carey Caldwell himself. Angelina Fantastica had been shocked that Carey had put the confidence in her, but Carey believed in her, leaving him to choose her for this. Vivi certainly didn't believe in her, and took the young girl lightly from the get go, almost being condescending to Angelina. Of course, considering her repeated boasts that she was not afraid to let people feel her anger, Angelina finally snapped and started hammering Vivi with blows that sent the Voodoo Queen reeling! When Vivi tried to slow things down and leave the ring to catch a break, Angelina didn't let up and left the ring, leaping out and catching Vivi with a huge twisting plancha that had Vivi on the floor and Angelina leaping for joy that she was able to show the world what she was really made of! Angelina threw Vivi back into the ring and continued to display not only a side of her that was never seen before, but an aerial offense that put her on par with some of her contemporaries like EXPLOSIVO and Caleb Storm had never before been truly witnessed based on her matches! Angelina began to pick up the pace, but Vivi got back to her feet, looking to attack Angelina, who only tripped her down to drop her against the ropes throat first! Angelina didn't hesitate to make her move, quickly backing up to charge in and give her The Angelina Express! The crowd continued to get behind Angelina, more of them starting to believe that she could get past her chosen opponent. Angelina started to slowly climb the ropes to get to the top turnbuckle, leaping off to try for The Light Fantast---ONLY FOR VIVI TO RECOVER SLOWLY AND LEAP UP TO HIT ANGELINA WITH A VICIOUS DOUBLE KNEES TO THE CHEST OF HER OWN! Vivi started to sneer when she realized that Vivi was that close to a victory, starting to charge at the young girl for a huge running knee, but Angelina leaned back and kipped up, running toward the number one contender to leap up onto her back and put her in the Wax Ecstatic! She continued to struggle to cinch the move in, but Vivi resisted long enough for Vivi to throw her over to land her on her back as Angelina struggled, Vivi not missing the knee this time. Letting Angelina get up, Vivi quickly grabbed her and clutched her in the Agonizing Ecstasy! Angelina did her best, but she couldn't hold on and tapped out, leaving a super upset Vivi victorious. Post match, she didn't hesitate to kick and punch at Angelina for daring to embarrass her days away from her title match, but if it wasn't for Jared Ramsey, Eve, and Carey Caldwell all running to Angelina's aid, it's entirely possible more damage would have been done. WINNER: VIVIENNE ROBICHAUD Pond: Well, that's certainly an aggressive side of Vivi we've never seen before. Dr. Cyril Kuller: She certainly managed to get into Carey's head right now. She's managed to upset the Champ! Pond: Considering what he's got later tonight, one can imagine Carey didn't need motivation to end Simon's career tonight! That's going to happen next, after we get that ad revenue!
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:42:42 GMT -6
Pond: We've got a hell of a match coming up next. The other Pick Your Poison showdown is next with unique stipulations! If Carey Caldwell gets past Simon Raines, he's putting an end to Simon's career! If Simon manages to get past the champ, however, Carey will defend the belt against him should he defeat Mistress Vivi first chance he gets! Dr. Cyril Kuller: I know Simon doesn't think much of Carey's skill, but Carey didn't just hold his own against Norihiro Akashi last week at EXODUS Kingdom 2, he held his own against one of the best wrestlers in Japan and showed some skill of his own. Simon...well, I hope he hasn't taken Carey too lightly! Pond: We'll find out next! As "Holy Diver" by Killswitch Engage begins to play, a most unusual man in most non-unusual attire emerges from the back, pumped up as he explodes out from behind the curtain, arms pumping to try and whip the crowd into a frenzy...only to get boos. Wearing a (R)evolution Dojo t-shirt, red trunks, red boots, and red kneepads, the self-proclaimed Artist of War runs down to the ring, diving in under the bottom rope. As he's introduced, he whips his shirt off, and flings it into the crowd. David Zinkus: Coming to us from Okinawa, he stands six feet tall, and weighs in at two-hundred and one pounds! This is "THE ARTIST OF WAR" SIMON RAINES! Raines begins to shadow-box in his corner, getting ready for the task at hand, throwing a grin to the fans in the front row, and waiting for referee instructions. Dr. Cyril Kuller: I don't think Simon realizes that the fans aren't exactly endeared to him much lately with him being so entertwined with Vivi. Pond: Maybe if he realized that, he wouldn't have been shocked about Naiser destroying him. Here comes the World Champ! The lights in the arena dim as the chugging riff intro of "Take Out the Gunman" by Chevelle begins! 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! As soon as the drums kick in with the heavy chorus, a silhouette stands at the entrance, the shadow of the (R)Evolution Wrestling World Title dragging along the ground as the crowd pops as soon as Carey Caldwell starts trudging out toward the ring! Flinging the belt around his shoulder, Carey walks down accompanied by Siobhan Mahoney! 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! David Zinkus: AND HIS OPPONENT! Accompanied by Siobhan Mahoney, from San Diego, California and weighing in at 218 pounds...REPRESENTING THE WAR MACHINES....THE (R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....THE SON OF DISASTER, THE LAST OF HIS KIND...CAREY CALDWELL! Carey starts to walk down the aisle, slapping a few hands as he looks on at the ring. Wearing a leather kutte with the War Machines logo on the back, along with a sleeveless hoodie underneath which has the hood over his head and a bandana over his face from the nose down, he starts to slap a few hands again as he hits the ringside area, walking around the ring before tossing the belt into the ring and rolling in, grabbing it as soon as he does, going to a corner as he leans his head back to flip off the hood, raising his hand with the title to the sky as he pulls down the bandana with his free hand! Carey looks around at the crowd as he looks absolutely intense and ready for action. Hopping off the corner and going to another one with the belt still in hand, he raises both hands to the air this time as he makes sure to go to the one closest to his old Section B friends. PICK YOUR POISON II - CHAMPION'S POISON - SIMON'S CAREER VS. A FUTURE (r)W TITLE SHOT CAREY CALDWELL ((R)Evolution Wrestling Champion) VS. SIMON RAINES The Champ didn't waste time or mince feelings about Simon. Considering his hatred for Simon, it was nobody's shock that he went immediately after him, not waiting for the bell. The attack from Vivi to Angelina probably didn't help matters match, but Simon went right after the man as well, willing to match his intensity. A vicious kick stopped the champ in his tracks after a missed Struck a Nerve attempt, leaving Simon to gloat a little. At that point, The Artist of War attempted to get a little creative with his martial arts skills to leave Carey disoriented, getting him to take advantage of the match. It was a missed roundhouse kick after Carey ducked it that left him vulnerable though. Carey ducked it and repaid Simon for all of that with a vicious discus elbow! Carey began pacing around and looking angry, knowing he had little time to put Simon away. He tried to set Simon up for a superplex, but got kickcceed away for his trouble, instead becoming a victim of Simon's Great Leap Forward! Simon quickly jumped onto Carey and only got a two count for his trouble, but it gave him enough of a chance to follow that up with the Kamikaze of '81. Again, he only got a two, but the crowd was now even more behind Carey instead. Simon began to sit up Carey in his attempt to go for the Phuket, but Carey sidestepped it and grabbed Simon's arm, only to pull him into him and spin around Simon...HEAD ON COLLISION! Carey pumped his fist and hooked the leg, getting the three count and putting an end to Simon Raines! "Take Out the Gunman" begins to play again, and Carey gets up, a huge grin on his face as he nods, getting his title back and almost considering going back after Simon for retribution, but Siobhan pulls him back, screaming to him he's better than that. Sneering at his fallen foe, he nods before he heads toward the back, title in tow with him. WINNER: CAREY CALDWELL Simon Raines remains dead to the world. The official nudges at him once, then again, and only then does the Artist of War slowly begin to stir from being knocked clean out by the (R)W World Champion. Dr. Kuller: Does the kid even know what happened to him? Pond: I don’t think so, but with him coming to, he’s about to. Dr. Kuller: It’s a sad day for us. Simon is - was, I suppose now - one of the more promising talents in the dojo. Pond: You’re just sad this means you can’t give him physicals anymore. Dr. Kuller: I was learning such fascinating things... As Simon sits up, realizing he’s alone in the ring except for a referee and the intrepid David Zinkus, he can only come to the obvious conclusion: he has lost. Zinkus kneels down by Simon, and hands over his microphone. The seated Raines looks up at David, and then out at the Tijuana crowd. It takes another moment or two for him to shake the cobwebs out enough for both David and the official to help him to his feet. Simon staggers up, and makes his way to the ropes with their help. Leaning against them, he can support himself, and he nods a thank you at them both before referee and ring announcer take their leave. Their reason why is simple - to give Simon Raines one final moment in front of a (R)W crowd to himself. Simon Raines: Thanks, everyone. For everything. I’ve got a lot of people to thank, but I’ll do that another time. There’s a lot of show left. Raines heaves a long, slow sigh, his eyes taking in the scene, trying to burn it into his memory. In spite of Carey’s hopes on Twitter of a crowd singing Simon off into the sunset, the reaction is mostly respectful. Mostly, because Simon can still hear the catcalls even as he works up the nerve to speak. Simon Raines: Who would have thought it would have ended like this? Cut down before my prime, Hell...before my story ever really had a chance to start. I put everything on the line tonight and I lost. I’m a man of my word. Tonight, Carey was the better man, and that means I’ll be at the Revolution Dojo tomorrow to unpack my locker. This is the last time you’ll ever see Simon Raines in a pair of wrestling boots, Revo fans. Pond: He made the ultimate gamble tonight - and he lost. Had he won, we’re not standing here right now. Dr. Kuller: This is all her fault! I knew she was trouble when she wouldn’t let me give her a physical! Pond: Does ANYONE willingly let you give them physicals anymore? Dr. Kuller: … Simon Raines: I don’t have a clue what the future holds for me. If you want to know when I figure out, you can follow me on Twitter at @aowraines. Well. Now that I’m gone, maybe I’ll change the “AoW” part. Who knows? Pond: This is really rather depressing. Dr. Kuller: It is. We’re seeing a man who doesn’t know what to do with himself. Simon Raines: But before I make that long, lonely walk up the aisle for the last time, I’ve got one last piece of business to take care of. Mistress Vivi, Vivienne Robichaud, if you could, please come on out here? Nothing happens for a few moments. The woozy, weary Artist of War paces back and forth in the ring, like a caged tiger. Waiting...waiting… Pond: Let’s not forget that it’s Vivienne’s suggestion that got Simon into this mess to begin with. “Voodoo” by Godsmack hits over the PA system as Mistress Vivi appears at the top of the ramp, hands on her hips as if expecting an explanation for the sudden demand of her presence in the ring. She saunters down to the ring, stepping through the ropes to face her best - and for the moment, only - friend in Revo. Pond: This...should be most, most interesting. Simon Raines: Thanks, Vivi. I’m sorry to do this like this, in front of the entire world...but I’m out of time. This is my last night here, so it’s kind of...now or never, you know? There’s a sheepish grin on his face. Vivienne nods her head, quirking an eyebrow at him, and Simon takes that as an invitation to continue. Simon Raines: Let’s think back a bit. When I came to Revo. Before I met you, I had a girlfriend named Devan who decided to break up with me in front of the entire world, and why? Our friendship. Mistress Vivi: Technically, our friendship came first, then you got the psycho girlfriend, and then she broke up with you and beat you down during a pay per view. But go on. Raines’ cheeks redden as he struggles to remember. Shaking his head, he decides to forge on ahead anyway. Simon Raines: Damon Alexander ran off to join a REVOLUTION because of Elizabeth Lannister - but let’s not forget your involvement in that entire tale. Whatever happened behind closed doors with you two? That’s just as much to blame for Damon betraying me as the Lioness is. Mistress Vivi: Hey, Damon decided to go off and bang Elizabeth of his own accord. Me and him and our little thing had nothing to do with him running off to join REVOLUTION. That was all Blondie’s fault… well, that and Damon being whipped as hell. He would’ve done that for her regardless of whether or not he and I had a thing. Simon Raines: Two weeks ago, I had a nice casual chat with Naiser King, until he turned around and jumped me off camera and dragged my unconscious body out to ringside. Now, why did this happen? His jealous beliefs that you and I were something more than what we’ve always said we are: friends. And, well, tonight? I don’t think I need to remind you or anyone that you’re the one who volunteered my career to be at stake. Mistress Vivi: I played my odds and I lost. It happens sometimes. Sucks that it had to be now, but that’s the way the dice fell. For a moment, Simon is silent. His lower lip begins to tremble, and he shakes his head again back and forth, muttering...something to himself before he finally speaks loudly enough to be heard. Simon Raines: For every high I’ve had in Revo, I’ve had two or three lows. And, when I look back at every low moment I’ve had in this company, you’re responsible for all of them. Every last one. The crowd begins to buzz, occasional cheers in Spanish and English raining from the stands. Simon Raines: Tonight’s my last night in Revo, so this is my last chance to do something I should have done a long, long time ago. Dr. Kuller: No! Don’t do it! You’re not a roster member anymore, so this would be assault! Don’t add jail to forced leaving of town! Pond: Right now, I don’t think the kid cares. It’s only then that Vivienne Robichaud shows anything that resembles a hint of concern that things just might be getting out of hand. She looks into her best friend’s eyes, seeing the emotion blazing there. Reaching out, she snatches the microphone from him. Vivienne Robichaud: Go ahead, Simon. Do it. She clicks the microphone off and drops it to the canvas. Her arms fall to her sides, and she simply stands there, eyes closed, waiting. Dr. Kuller: ...you know, I’m starting to think that hanging out with mara too much might have rubbed off on young Vivienne. Pond: Um, Vivi? RUN. HE’S NOT A HAPPY DERP ANYMORE! Warning or no, Vivienne doesn’t move, not even as Simon closes the distance between them, grabs her (to no small amount of cheering from the crowd, you bloodthirsty assholes), and… And… And.... Promptly kisses her in front of a bloodthirsty Tijuana crowd, all of whom almost immediately commence booing. Vivi wraps an arm around Simon’s neck, returning the kiss as she raises her free hand in the air to flip off the crowd. The boos grow louder as the two separate, looking into one another’s eyes. By the time their mouths curl up in twin smiles, it’s as if the jeering crowd doesn’t exist. Wordlessly, the two come to some sort of agreement. Whatever it is, it makes Simon casually walk over to the ropes, holding them open for the voodoo priestess. Pond: What. Dr. Kuller: Well, young one, Simon kissed Vivienne, and she seemed to en-- Pond: You’re hopeless sometimes, you know that?! Vivi takes her leave of the ring, waving to the crowd as she exits through the held open ropes. A moment later, Simon steps out to the apron as well. Taking a deep, slow breath, he drops down to the mats at ringside - for the final time as a Revo competitor. Just like magic, the chant begins as Simon’s feet hit the arena floor. It’s the chant Carey Dean wanted, being sung by hundreds of Tijuana wrestling fans as perhaps the most bizarre farewell in wrestling history concludes. DA NA NA NA! NA NA NA NA! HEY HEY HEY! GOOOOOOODBYYYE!Simon Raines looks out at them, all of them, as the chants pick up, louder and louder. With a shake of his head, it’s perhaps only then that Simon truly understands where he’s been for all of this time. Only now, with his career over, does he understand just how few people actually cared in the first place. Mouthing a fairly clear “fuck you” to the Tijuana Revo faithful, Simon extends his hand out to his priestess, his best friend, his...something. With a wicked smile on her face, Vivienne Robichaud takes it, and the two walk up the aisle, hand in hand, heads held high as the venom continues to pour down upon them. DA NA NA NA! NA NA NA NA! HEY HEY HEY! GOOOOOOODBYYYE!Pond: This is surreal. With her free hand, the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans mockingly conducts the crowd’s chanting. By the time they reach the entryway, they turn to face the booing masses. It is Simon Raines, he who always cared what people thought about him, who blows a kiss to the “adoring” Revo fans in attendance, before taking his final bow on the (R)evolution Wrestling stage. Vivienne bows with him, and then they’re gone, disappeared behind the curtain, leaving behind only an angry, buzzing crowd, and two commentators who have to figure out where to go from here.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:42:54 GMT -6
Pond: We’re back, and it’s time for our first of two title matches, as Venus makes the first ever defense of the Orange County title against Naiser King. Dr. Cyril Kuller: There’s quite a size difference there! Pond: Yeah, it’s like David vs. Goliath, if you really wanted Goliath to win. Dr. Cyril Kuller: ..are you not suppose to? Pond: ...so! Naiser’s been impressive ever since his debut. He’s taken Sydney Christensen to the limit twice, and he got a big upset over Darius Reed last show. Dr. Cyril Kuller: He made Darius so mad he ate a turnbuckle! Pond: He did! Dude ate a turnbuckle! Dr. Cyril Kuller: It was amazing, and we have Naiser to thank for seeing that. I hope he does well tonight. Pond: He’ll need all the well wishes he can get because he’s taking on Venus. And honestly, when you take on Venus you’re basically taking on the whole Pantheon. The only reason Venus is champ right now is because of Daniel Lanning knocking Vivienne Robichaud unconscious. Naiser will have to keep an eye out for any kind of sneaky Pantheon attacks. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Like a proper Mountain God-King, he’ll take on any comers. Let’s get this one started, David! David Zinkus: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the (R)Evolution Wrestling Orange County championship! Introducing first, the challenger! "Shut 'Em Down" by LL Cool J begins to blare over the speakers, eliciting loud cheers from the crowd as Naiser King steps out onto the stage. He nods to the crowd cheering and sets off down the ramp. David Zinkus: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 273lbs, NAISER! KING! Naiser slides into the ring and mounts a turnbuckle, raising his hands as the crowd cheers him. David Zinkus: And his opponent… The lights in the arena dim as the Imagine Dragons remix of "Rumble and Sway" by Jamie N Commons starts... One look, twice sold, three, four oh the way she looks at me Held up, let down, she sings me silent melodies Hair whipped, tight lipped, I’ve been calling out for you cold sweat, once met, can’t stand the way she looks at me
Don’t you tell me no truths, I want all of your lies Don’t you tell me no truths, just all of your lies Don’t you tell me no truths, I want all of your lies I’m wailing, so give me all of your lies Give me all of your lies Give me all of your lies Give me all of your lies... And as soon as the chorus ends...the lights start flashing around the entrance way, and the red carpet has been rolled out for the arrival of "The Magnificent" Venus! Strutting out with shades over her face and a designer jacket covering her upper body, she's accompanied by Scott Carlile, who happens to be on his cell phone, yelling for people to do their job when it comes to accommodating the young woman. Without hesitation, she brushes past her manager and struts down the aisle with a sway in her hips as she smirks, ignoring everyone else around her, all before making it to the ring. David Zinkus: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 135lbs, she is the Orange County Champion….VENUS!! One look, twice bold, three, four, I’m on my knees for her Held up, let down, she sings me perfect harmonies She fakes heart breaks, I'd take just a part of you Those eyes, sweet lies, I’ve been drowning out for you... Without hesitation, she steps into the ring and takes her time, showing off a little for the men in the crowd before stepping in and instantly taking a spot on the top turnbuckle in her corner, taking a deep breath and stretching her legs out along the ropes as she waits patiently for the match to begin. (R)EVOLUTION WRESTLING ORANGE COUNTY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH VENUS ((R)Evolution Wrestling Orange County Champion) VS. NAISER KING The bell rings and right out the gate Naiser charges and shoulderblocks Venus to the mat. She hits the mat, and Naiser hits the ropes, leaping up and dropping all his weight onto Venus! She looks pained, and Naiser grabs her, bringing her up before giving her a big chop to the titty, taking her back down. He picked her up again, only for her to hop up and drive her knee into the face of the God-King, knocking him back. She then went low, taking his leg out from under him, leaving him crashing to the mat. She leaps onto him and gets a hold of one of his arms, beginning to wrench it to and fro, giving the big man a lot of pain. But, after some arm work, Venus was surprised when Naiser swung his arm and caught her on the side of the head, knocking her off. Naiser came up all anger and steam, hitting the ropes quick and driving his knee into the chest of Venus as she was trying to get to her feet, spinning her onto the mat. He grabbed her and picked her up, throwing her into the ropes where she bounced off and was caught by Naiser, who spun around and drove her onto the mat under all his weight. Venus hung on and tried to work in an armbar, but Naiser started throwing punches, and she let go and quickly crawled away, getting to her feet before the bigger, slower Naiser could. She takes a run and leaps, seeming to get caught by Naiser, who lifts her up...only for Venus to wrap around his head and fall back, giving the big man a big DDT! She immediately moves to try and get a hold of his big limbs to finish him off with the DeMilo Lock, but has some trouble trying to get hold of him as he struggles and thrashes, a lucky boot hitting her in the gut and sending her back. He pushed himself to his feet while she recovered and charged, grabbing her and German’ing her to the mat. Venus looked rattled from that headbump, and Darius came up ready to capitalize, making it clear he was looking for The Kings Ransom and the Orange County title. But he stopped, looking out at the ramp. And there was Darius. The elder Reed stood at the bottom of the ramp, glaring in at Naiser. The turnbuckle eater takes a step forward, reaching out and grabbing hold of the bottom rope, like he was about to pull himself up onto the apron. The referee steps forward to tell him off, Naiser stepping forward ready to fight him...and that distraction is all Venus needs. She swings her fist up into the sack of Naiser, before grasping his legs and rolling him up! Darius backsteps, letting the referee realize the pin was happening, dropping down to count it, Naiser kicking out just a moment too late. WINNER AND STILL CHAMPION: VENUS “Rumble & Sway” hits at the same time as mass amounts of boos begin to rain down, Venus scrambling into a sitting position in the corner, catching her breath with a giant grin on her face. Naiser slowly sits up, and fixates his gaze immediately on Darius, who’s walking up the ramp. Darius has a grin on his face, and can be heard shouting out at Naiser. Darius Reed: We’re even now, boy. We’re done. He disappears behind the curtains and Naiser slowly gets up, exiting the ring. Pond: That’s unfair. Naiser had that belt in his hand, and Darius cost it for him. Worse, he gave Venus more things to brag about. Dr. Cyril Kuller: It’s a sad sight. Even Naiser seems down from this an- Suddenly Naiser’s expression breaks into one of complete rage, the God-King letting out a roar before he quickly stomps his way up the ramp and disappears backstage. Dr. Cyril Kuller: ...or not. I get the feeling Naiser and Darius aren’t as done as Darius thinks. Pond: Nope. Now the God-King’s pissed. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Darius might wish he just ate his turnbuckle in peace. Pond: ...that dude ate a turnbuckle. Dr. Cyril Kuller: By Science, did he ever. The Imagine Dragons remix of “Rumble and Sway” by Jamie N Commons continues to play as the crowd showers boos upon the victorious Orange County Champion. Venus stands up, grabbing the belt from the referee and hugging it to her chest, looking sweaty and exhausted from her match. She smiles wide, holding her arms and belt in the air as the crowd continues to boo her relentlessly before she glares and looks around until she spots Zinkus. Yelling for a microphone, she snatches it from his hand while sliding the belt higher onto her shoulder. Venus: All you pathetic losers can keep booing me all you want. You know why? Because I’m STILL the champion. She laughs and smirks, kissing it against her shoulder. Venus: I won this belt fair and square and I’ve kept it this long because I am the best and the ONLY Orange County Champion that this company needs. I’m the best because I rose up from the obscurity of (r)EVOLUTION Wrestling amongst the troglodytes and peasants that don’t hold a candle to me and what I do….to become a goddess in the one and only Pantheon! YOU SHOULD ALL BE BOWING DOWN BEFORE YOUR QUEEN AND GODDESS. YOU SHOULD ALL BE THANKING ME FOR -- And in the middle of that thought, the lights dim and music starts! Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me… Remember me for centuries And just one mistake is all it will take We’ll go down in history Remember me for centuries… Venus’ diatribe is cut off by the sounds of “Centuries” by Fall Out Boy, the crowd erupting when Caleb Storm shows up at the entrance in a pair of jeans and a KJPW t-shirt! Caleb starts walking down the aisle as he slaps a few hands, a huge grin on his face as a few of the American fans who made the trek down continue a “WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!” chant for The Next Impact. Hopping up on the apron and starting to sit on the middle rope as the crowd continues to shower him with adulation while he does his best to look innocent before producing a microphone of his own. Caleb Storm: Are you done? I’m kind of hoping so, the upper deck are the last people not sleeping and I want people to hear what I have to say. The crowd laughs and cheers Caleb, who just has this little shit eating grin on his face while he looks Venus over. Caleb Storm: You know, if there’s one thing I can’t stand...it’s a loud mouth braggart. I mean, who wants to hear all the time how awesome someone is? Do you hear me telling everyone how great I was when I went to Japan to compete in the King of the Super Juniors? Do you hear me bragging about how everyone in Japan wants me to come back? Caleb laughs before he turns to the camera and gives it a wink, leaving the Orange County Champion fuming. Caleb Storm: Okay, all jokes aside, what you did tonight? It was good. Takes skills to beat a War Machine, let alone one that’s about eight times your size, and that’s just his bicep. However, I’m going to tell you this...I think you got lucky. Something tells me it wouldn’t happen again. As much as Naiser would love that opportunity to prove me right, I’m going to do everyone in (R)Evolution Wrestling a favor...I’m going to send you back to the obscurity you were in before Christian Kane put it in. The crowd pops as Caleb takes a few steps, starting to lean back against one of the corners, looking her over. Caleb Storm: So are you a champion, or are you an uglier Chris Strike? I say you knuckle up and face me in two weeks! Venus glares down at Caleb, not believing that someone has the audacity to talk to her. She fumes even more as the crowd pops and cheers for him. Venus: You talk a lot for someone whose barely even been on TV. You want a match with me? Why wait till two weeks? Get in here and face me right now. You won’t stand a chance against me. I am the Supermodel Submission Specialist. I am APHRODITE. I am the Orange County Champion and I will make you bow down before me, just like I will make everyone else in this Godforsaken company!!! She screams, her eyes wide and wild as they glare at Caleb. Dropping the mic, she motions for him to get to the center of the ring and runs her mouth like a true trash talker. Caleb looks at her with a smirk and shrugs as he slowly comes to the center of the ring, all before he slowly peels off his shirt to get the female crowd to pop for him as he shrugs again, tossing the shirt to the side as he gestures with his hands to stop playing around and get this match started with him. Caleb Storm: Okay, I’m in. Venus narrows her eyes at Storm, moving in closer towards him with fists clenched like she is ready to throw a punch. Seeing him move closer, she suddenly rears back a fist before she smirks and throws her hand up into his face to stop and block him from going further. She runs her mouth as the crowd boos her actions, smirking and making sure to irritate the crowd and Caleb with the belt into his face. Caleb steps up closer and puts a hand on the belt, yanking on it and actually tearing it from her, holding up the belt high and smirking as the crowd pops for him holding the Orange County Title. With that, he drapes the belt on the mat, as if he was drawing a line in the sand. Venus is stunned, her eyes wide and mouth open as she stares at Caleb in disbelief. How dare he take her title from her?! With a grumble, she grabs her belt off the mat and clings it to her chest before sliding out of the ring. The crowd boos her but she ignores them as she heads up the ramp, yelling that she doesn’t have to explain herself to him or anyone and running her mouth. Pond: Caleb Storm is back, and he's coming for Venus! Dr. Cyril Kuller: That Japan tour's only given Caleb more confidence, and do you know what science says about people with a lot of confidence? Pond: They're successful? Dr. Cyril Kuller: Yeah! Caleb has more confidence than he's ever had, and that could propel him to the top! Venus might want to look out. Pond: She just might. Well it's time for a break, and when we come back it's time for our main event. Bloodsport takes on Damage Inc and REVOLUTION, with the tag belts on the line! We'll be back.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Jul 21, 2015 1:43:06 GMT -6
Pond: We’re back, and it’s main event time. Dr. Cyril Kuller: I’m so excited! Pond: For seeing three of our best teams go at it? Dr. Cyril Kuller: Because there’s so many opportunities in a triple threat tag for someone to get hurt! Pond: ...of course. So! For weeks now both the REVOLUTION duo of Damon and Sue, and Damage Inc have both made their cases for being the next up for a shot at Bloodsport. They’ve traded wins in singles matches, so when it came time for Darrin to decide who’d get the shot, neither could really be denied. And so here we are, with three teams ready to tear each other apart. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Yaaasssss! LET’S GET TO IT, COME ON DAVID! David Zinkus: The following is a triple threat tag team match, and it is for the (R)Evolution Wrestling Tag Team championship! Introducing first… “Vilify” by Device hits over the speakers, the crowd beginning to boo as two of the most destructive women in RW, Yoshiko Watanabe & Shizuka Yoshida, appear on the stage. Accompanied by Tristan James, they begin to make their way down the ramp, determined expressions on their faces. David Zinkus: From Yokohama Japan, weighing in at a combined weight of 410lbs, SHIZUKA YOSHIDA, YOSHIKO WATANABE! DAMAGE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINC! Pond: Damage Inc has really re-risen to prominence. They were one of the toughest teams in the early days of RW, but they kind of fell by the wayside for a long stretch. But over the past few months they’ve resurfaced, and shown they refuse to be overlooked anymore. Tonight might finally be the night they hold gold here. Dr. Cyril Kuller: I’m very impressed by the design, whoever did them up is very skilled. Pond: ...I actually kind of understand what you mean, and that’s worrying. The two women enter the ring, stomping over to one corner to await what comes next. Zinkus lets out a sigh. David Zinkus: And one of their opponent teams, unfortunately… “Vilify” cuts out in favor of “The Hanging Tree” by James Newton Howard & Jennifer Lawrence, causing the crowd to ERUPT into voracious booing, as Sue and Damon Alexander step onto the stage. Damon has a giant grin on his face as he sees the crowd booing him, while Sue looks more interested in checking his fists, as the two begin to make their way down. David Zinkus: From somewhere. Weighing in at some weight. Damon Alexander and Sue. REVOLUTION. Pond: Anyone else get life from how much salt David has when he does the REVOLUTION entrances? It’s enough to make me almost like him. Damon and Sue both glare at Zinkus, but luckily don’t make a move towards him, instead the two slide into the ring and move to a corner, Damon already giving Damage Inc a grin. David Zinkus: And finally, their opponents! “The Hanging Tree” thankfully cuts out in favor of “Guile’s Theme”, sending the crowd into cheers as Gunnar Stahl and Mattias Jepsen appear on stage, accompanied by Astrid Larsson. The two europeans hold their belts up high to more cheers from the crowd before they share a MANLY fistbump and set off down the ramp. David Zinkus: Weighing in at a combined weight of 426lbs, they are the (R)Evolution Wrestling Tag Team champions! Gunnar Stahl! Mattias Jepsen! THIS IS BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODSPOOOOOOOOORT! Pond: The crowd’s really turned around on Bloodsport. They use to not be able to stand them, and yet here we are. Dr. Cyril Kuller: To be fair, they did start fighting REVOLUTION. Pond: Good point. The champs stop at the edge of the ring, Gunnar hopping up while Mattias lingers a moment to share a kiss with Astrid before hopping onto the apron with his partner. Sue looks on at Astrid, and Mattias scowls seeing that. The two enter and immediately ascend the two untaken turnbuckles, holding their belts up to cheers before dropping down, handing the belts off to the referee. They do not back down from the center of the ring, and their intent is clear. Pond: The tag champs wanting to start things off, they never like waiting. Dr. Cyril Kuller: But who will step up to face them down? Pond: Well, seems by the smile on Damon’s face that he’s suggesting Damage Inc start off. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Of course he is. And I’m sure they’ll just agre-WELP! Pond: Damage Inc charges at the REVOLUTION duo and shoves them over the ropes! Guess we’re starting off with Bloodsport and Damage Inc. Dr. Cyril Kuller: ...as Mattias and Gunnar are doing rock, paper, scissors. Pond: Well they have to decide who goes first somehow. Dr. Cyril Kuller: I always just flip a kneecap. Pond: ...LOVELY. Dr. Cyril Kuller: And Gunnar won! Excellent use of paper. Pond: You know I wonder if there’s like a national competition for rock, paper, scissors. Dr. Cyril Kuller: ...you wonder stuff like that and you think I’m weird? Pond: LOOK THE MATCH IS STARTING, SHUT UP! MAIN EVENT - (r)W TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP TRIPLE THREAT MATCH BLOODSPORT (c) VS. DAMAGE INC. VS. REVOLUTION In the ring Gunnar steps up to Shizuka Yoshida and, as the bell rings, Gunnar challenges her to a MANLY ELBOW CONTEST! A contest that Shizuka agrees to by elbowing Gunnar in the face. Gunnar responds with one of his own. Shizuka elbows, and Gunnar responds. And again, and again, the elbows thrown picking up in speed as they continue to batter each other until a particularly hard one from Shizuka seems to rock Gunnar, letting Shizuka spin and nail her elbow into his nose, sending the icelandic champion to the mat! She goes down with him, grabbing him before he can think straight, lifting him straight up and dropping him with a big powerbomb! An early cover! One… KICKOUT! Undeterred, Shizuka keeps up her assault, dragging Gunnar to his feet and whipping him into Damage Inc’s corner, taking a run before crushing him between her weight and the corner, sending Gunnar sliding down onto his ass. Shizuka tags in Yoshiko, who comes in quickly and grabs hold of one of Gunnar’s legs, Shizuka grabbing the other, as they both grab a shoulder. They then lift Gunnar up and toss him in the air, letting him crash down to the mat! Yoshiko takes a quick run at the ropes, coming off and dropping her back onto Gunnar’s prone body! She covers! One… Tw-KICKOUT! Yoshiko goes to grab Gunnar...only to get rolled over into a pin! One...KICKOUT! Dr. Cyril Kuller: He should have known that pin wouldn’t work. Pond: Of course he did, that was just to get distance! Stahl’s quickly crawling away while Yoshiko’s recovering from the quick turn of events. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Gunnar up on his feet same time as Yoshiko and he’s taking a run at her! Pond: Gunnar takes a jump and drives both knees into Yoshiko’s chest, and down they go! Dr. Cyril Kuller: Gunnar grabbing an arm and setting up an armbar quick. Pond: He’s working that arm fierce, but Yoshiko’s too close to the ropes, and she’s got the break. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Hopefully that helped a bit still, and Gunnar’s getting to his feet and he’s too close to REVOLUTION’s corner, Damon tags himself in! Gunnar turns and seems ready to start something with Damon, only for the referee to push him back and force him to leave the ring. On the apron, Sue has stopped paying attention to the action, instead looking over at Astrid at ringside, giving her a grin. Pond: You can see the butter in his eyes. Dr. Cyril Kuller: ...poetic. And Mattias seems so pleased about this. But now Damon Alexander’s in to face Yoshiko, who’s just getting to her feet now. Damon begins to taunt Yoshiko, because he’s Damon, which enrages Yoshiko, who charges at him. Damon sidesteps, letting Yoshiko run into the ropes. She comes off and Damon catches her with a belly to belly suplex! He springs up and, rather arrogantly, simply kicks Yoshiko in the head while she’s down. The big woman is clearly fuming, and comes back to her feet ready. Damon’s a moment too slow in moving, and gets grabbed by Yoshiko, who bodyslams him to the mat. But Damon’s clever, and kicks out with both legs at Yoshiko’s leg, knocking it out from under her, sending her to one knee. Damon pops up and hits the ropes, driving his knee into her face as he comes back. She drops to her back, and Damon quickly grabs her, dragging her up to her feet. He grabs her head and gives her a neckbreaker, taking her back down. Damon gets to his feet and hits the ropes, looking to come back with a kick to Yoshiko’s skull, only for her to roll into Damon’s legs, tripping him up and leaving Damon falling right onto his face to the delight of the crowd. Pond: Is there anything better than seeing something bad happen to Damon? Dr. Cyril Kuller: Sight of fresh body parts? Pond: ...are they Damon’s? Kuller’s longful sigh can be heard over the mic. Dr. Cyril Kuller: If only. Yoshiko grabs Damon and picks him up, grasping him by the throat for a moment before slamming him to the mat. She continues to devastate him, pulling him to his feet and THROWING him into one of the corners, the Bloodsport corner. Mattias, seeing his opportunity, quickly tags himself in. Damon tries to protest, only to get hit on the side of the head with an elbow from Gunnar, causing Damon to retreat. Mattias begins to step up to Yoshiko, only to notice out of the corner of his eye Sue moving around the turnbuckle to get closer to Astrid, still grinning at her in that Sue manner. That temporary distraction allows Yoshiko to grab him and toss him into the ropes, Mattias bouncing off poorly into the grasp of Yoshiko, who spinebusters him to the mat. She keeps a hold of his legs and stands up and, in an impressive show of power, flips Mattias up into a powerbomb position before bombing him down! She covers! One… Tw-KICKOUT! Pond: Yoshiko’s been in this match for a good while now, but she is still trucking along. Woman’s like a damn tank. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Maybe literally! Pond: ...I wouldn’t even be surprised, honestly. Yoshiko picking Mattias up for more an-JAWBREAKER! Yoshiko’s stunned! Dr. Cyril Kuller: And Mattias is off! Hits the ropes, comes back, elbow to Yoshiko, and he’s off again! Boot to Yoshiko’s face! But she’s still standing! Pond: Tank, I tell you! But Mattias isn’t letting it stop him! He’s hit the ropes again, coming back for some-WELP! Yoshiko catches him and tosses him in the air and BIG EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO MATTIAS! That might be it. Cover! One… Two… KICKOUT! Pond: Mattias showing the will of a champion being able to kick out after that. That would have knocked other people right out. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Very impressive! Yoshiko seems frustrated now, and it distracts her. So while going to grab Mattias, he surprised her by reaching out and giving her a shove, causing Yoshiko to stumble backwards into range of the REVOLUTION corner...where Sue proceeds to punch her in the face. Yoshiko goes down from the surprise blow but even more surprising is the referee raising his arms to signal a tag being made. Even Sue seems surprised that counted, but he still quickly enters the ring, charging at Mattias and taking him down with a clothesline. Yoshiko meanwhile has rolled out of the ring but seems extremely angry about how ridiculous that tag was, trying to get the referee’s attention, but instead only gets taunts from Damon, who drops down to get into her face. But then Shizuka drops down, and Damon’s annoying grin fades a bit. He starts to step back, only for Gunnar to drop from the apron and come running, spearing Damon to the mat! He begins to pound on Damon, but Damage Inc want a piece too and shove him off of the Demon. Gunnar scowls and immediately begins to throw knees into the side of Shizuka, who turns and begins to throw punches at him. Shizuka and Gunnar brawl, while Damon tries to escape the grasp of Yoshiko, the referee looking out and trying to gain some form of control over this. With the referee’s back turned as he tries to deal with the chaos erupting outside, this allows Sue time to get an arm around Mattias’ throat and begin to straight up choke him out. Astrid, the only one who can see this and do something about it, hops up onto the apron and tries to get the referee’s attention. Seeing her get onto the apron makes Sue release the choke on Mattias. With a big grin on his face, he walks over to Astrid, who looks worried. When he reaches her, Sue’s hands suddenly lash out, grabbing Astrid by the back of the head and forcing her to kiss him! Astrid begins trying to hit him to force him release the liplock, but it doesn’t stop Sue. Mattias, seeing this, visibly goes into a rage, pushing himself onto his feet and charging at Sue. And the worst thing happens. Sue moves. Mattias crashes into Astrid, sending her flying back from the apron into the barricade. Her body smashes into it and goes limp, seeming to knock her right out. Mattias looks on, eyes and mouth widened in shock at what he’s just done...and then the light leaves his eyes as Sue smashes a spinning back elbow into the back of Mattias’ head, knocking him out with the It’s All Over! Mattias slumps down to the mat...but Sue isn’t done. He mounts Mattias and begins to throw punch after punch, smashing his fist into the face and skull of Mattias over and over and over again, blood beginning to flow from the face of Mattias before the referee finally manages to push Sue off of the bleeding, unconscious dutchman. Sue stands up with a grin on his face as the referee calls for the bell, the fans booing. David Zinkus stands up, frowning deeply. David Zinkus: … David clearly does not want to actually say the result but, finally, has to. David Zinkus: Here are your winners, via knockout, and thus your new (R)Evolution Wrestling Tag Team Champions...Damon Alexander & Sue….REVOLUTION. [BLEEP] this. WINNERS AND NEW (r)W TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: DAMON ALEXANDER & SUE “The Hanging Tree” begins to play to an absolute shower of boos. Sue holds up his fists to the camera, showing off Mattias’ blood on it, as Damon slides into the ring with the biggest grin on his bastard face. He gets straight into the camera and begins to jaw off, proclaiming the fact no one wanted to admit. REVOLUTION had won. Sue walks over and kicks Mattias in the ribs, rolling him out of the ring, where he lands next to Astrid. Gunnar comes running around the corner, sliding down to begin checking on his cousin and on his best friend. Pond: God, imagine how Gunnar must feel right now. Lost his belts after REVOLUTION brutalizes his cousin and his best friend. Absolute savages...hey, where are you going? Dr. Dr. Cyril Kuller: I’m sorry Pond, I need to go check on Mattias, I’m worried. Pond: Please do. Dr. Kuller drops his headset and hops the desk, jogging over to where Mattias is, dropping down and beginning to look him over. The referee finally comes back into the ring with the tag belts, which Damon and Sue yank away from him. They stand side by side, grins on their faces as they hold up their new belts. We fade to copyright on the sight of REVOLUTION standing tall, as the new Tag Team Champions….
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