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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:55:27 GMT -6
CAREY L. CALDWELL ((r)Evolution Wrestling Champion) vs. JACKIE FOWLER Both competitors are in the ring squaring off, both with their respected titles over the shoulder. Carey with his Revo World Title and Jackie with his Portland Pro Crossfire belt. The referee takes the belts off of each of the competitors, neither of the supposed friends moving a muscle. The atmosphere in the building is very tense, the crowd awaiting who will make the first move. Jackie quickly lashes his arms out and shoves the World Champion. Carey stumbles back, slightly more irritated than he was a few moments ago. Carey fires back with his own shove, pushing Jackie back a few steps, much to the Brit’s disgust. The pair stare at each other for a moment, before both shrug. Then come the fists. The brawl becomes wild and frantic. Carey is hurling lefts and rights directed at the temple like a mad man, whilst Jackie ducks and weaves using his superior boxing technique to focus on Caldwell’s ribs and kidneys. Each of them take it in turns to back the other into the ropes, forcing the referee to make them break it up, before they go right back at it again. Carey switches it up, bringing out some kicks to Jackie’s quicker legs and trying to keep his distance from the Bastard’s faster punches. Eventually he reverses what could have been a knockout right into a classic arm drag, followed by two more before locking in an armbar. He keeps it locked in for a matter of moments before Fowler can roll over into a pinning combination and a near fall. As they return to the fight, Carey takes over with a snap powerslam from a charging Jackie and keeps his momentum with a Pendulum Elbow that sent Fowler into the corner. Carey charged in with repeated forearm strikes as the crowd began counting loud and clear. As the count got to seven, Carey relented, leaving Jackie to point an accusing finger at Caldwell before flopping first first to the mat. The Champion of Revo then uncharacteristically climbed to the top, jumping off with a Mushroom Stomp and a near fall on the obviously winded Fowler. Carey argued with the referee about the count, whilst all the while the Daughters of Janus begin to make their march down towards the ring. Caldwell is easily distracted by ‘Twin Tragic’ causing a nuisance at ringside, which Jackie the opportunity to raise him up on his shoulders and hit the unbelievable Jutrzenka's Wrath. What is even more unbelievable is that Carey kicks out. Even the crowd are in shock that such a move, whilst out of nowhere, didn’t put down the champion. Jackie pounds the mat in frustration, the signs of the damage still showing on his face. He casts a dirty look at the pair, then checks out their cleavage, then returns to the fight. He scoops the Champion up and slams him down, before dropping several elbows on him. A dirty and painful looking rake of the face follows that gets him a warning from the referee, which Jackie responds by… well, we can’t repeat that here, but the ‘word’ was definitely not ‘bird’. As Jackie pulls Carey up he receives a gut shot and Caldwell goes for the Sangre Por Sangre, but Jackie floats over and to complete the counter, The Bastard lifts his antagonist up onto his shoulders upon falling backward, driving him into the canvas with a brilliant Back Drop Driver. Jackie quickly grabs Cakdwell’s right leg mid-calf, looking like he may be attempting a submission, however any intentions he had are immediately foiled as the champion turns to his right and swings his left leg up. The top of his shoe collides with Fowler’s face, jarring his brain and making the Ripper stagger backwards. With everything in Fowler’s vision turning to double for a split-second, the leader of the War Machines uses that opening to take control. He quickly locks in a double underhook and drags his foe to a vertical base before lifting him up off the canvas to float him over and down into a Brainbuster. The constant offence continued. Carey managing to nail a snap suplex, a running lariat and even the True North for a near fall. Jackie’s sneaky Middle Finger Salute turned the tide as he hit a Glock 17 for a near fall of his own, keeping up his assault with a Legdrop Bulldog, a Roaring Elbow and an impressive Springboard Crossbody for a near fall. Caldwell kept hold, however, rolling throw and in an impressive display of power hit a tilt a whirl backbreaker. The crowd were on their feet as the clock ticked away and the battle raged on. The leader of the Warmachines kept up his dominance till Jackie turned the momentum eventually, rolling out of the way of a corner clothesline before following it by hitting a Stinger Splash. After a few more boxing hooks to the ribs, he twisted the arm, the crowd applauding as he walked the top rope before hitting a fierce clothesline. Jackie was all fired up now, charging the staggered Caldwell and sending them both over the top with a Cactus clothesline. The Daughters of Janus attempt to help Jackie up, but he pushes them off, questioning their seeming obsession with them as they stroke his arms seductively. Even Jackie seems weirded out by their constant attention, but keeps his mind on the game as he rolls out of the way when Carey runs in and knocks them both over the barricade with a flying double clothesline. When it seems that they will retaliant, Darrin Stearns is seen making his way to ringside, and he banishes the pair to the backstage area as the crowd lets out a roar of approval. Jackie and Carey, after a seemingly minute breather, continue on with Stearns looking on. Things began to grow out of hand on the outside, the pair hurling themselves into the barricades, steps and ring post. Neither were backing off from each other and both gave as good as they got, breaking the referee’s ten count by occasionally rolling into the ring. It seemed to be all over once Carey hit a Thesz Press on Fowler that smashed the pair THROUGH the barricade, but somehow they managed to get back into the ring, Carey on a count of five, Jackie at nine. Carey looked to finish things off with the Sangre Por Sangre, but Jackie rolled through once more and the pair tumbled into the referee. Jackie rolled out; as Caldwell approached he caved his face in with the Glock 17. Carey staggered backwards, only to be pulled in with the Lancaster Bomber! But there was no ref! Jackie cursed the referee, then gave an obscene hand gesture to Stearns as he pulled Carey to the ropes and followed it up with a cursing Donkey Punch. He pulled the seemingly limp Carey into position for the #SMD, but Caldwell jumped up with a middle rope stun gun and out of the ring. Jackie’s head was resting on the apron as Carey charged in with an exceptional Struck a Nerve Knee Kick! He rolled into the ring as the referee was rising and nailed the Head On Collison and went for the pin… but the bell rang. There is a mass confusion in the ring, Carey trying to go for the pin, the referee standing back and Stearns screaming out to the ringside staff. This gives Jackie time to recover and nail the unsuspecting, and now standing Caldwell with the Lancaster Bomber once more and he goes for the pin… But the referee does nothing. Everyone has their hands on their heads wondering what is going on… Until David Zinkus announces that the match has ended due to a thirty minute time limit draw! Jackie is sat on the mat staring at Zinkus, then the referee, then Stearns followed by the recovering but groggy Caldwell. And the pair of them just start laughing. Fowler and Caldwell help each other up off of the mat and bump fists, seemingly their issues being literally punched out of each other during the contest. Stearns has a sudden look of realisation on his face that tonight is not the night he gets to fire Jackie Fowler, because as per their agreement, Jackie didn’t lose. And now Fowler gets the match of his choice, when he wants it, against any opponent of his choosing. DRAW
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:55:06 GMT -6
KOHEI OBATA vs. SUE ((r)W Tag Team Champion) From the bell ring, Sue got into Obata’s face. The hard-hitting Alaskan immediately set into the Japanese wrestler, putting Obata on the defense right from the start. Obata took some hard shots from Sue, but impressed by staying on his feet, weathering that initial onslaught until he got his chance, managing to duck under a fist and grabbing hold of Obata, hip tossing him to the mat, before locking in an armlock. He managed to hold this for a little bit before Sue got to the ropes, forcing a break. But Obata had his game plan set in now, and kept at it, directing everything he did at Sue’s arm, slowly taking away his ability to use those hard hits. But while that worked to take away one hand, Sue was smart enough to keep him from moving on to his other arm, rocking him with a backfist that stunned Obata before pounding on him fiercely. Too fiercely, as the referee had to step in and force Sue back away from him. And Obata took advantage in that moment. He sprung up and took a run at Sue, ducking under an attempted punch from him to roll forward, grabbing Sue and rolling him up, putting all of his weight on Sue’s body, leaving him unable to kick out before the 3 count! As the bell rung, Obata slid out of the ring before Sue could react, the Alaskan coming up angry at how Obata practically stole it. And while most of the crowd was happy about this, because Sue’s a dick, some seemed uncertain about how Obata did it. Obata, meanwhile, was grinning, and making gestures at Sue making it clear what was coming next. Taking the Queensguard’s tag belts. WINNER: KOHEI OBATA The camera comes up in Darrin Stearns office. Standing opposite him, on the other side of his desk, is an irate Brendan Samuels. He slams his fist into the desk. Brendan Samuels: What the feck was that about in tha ring? What the feck are yer security paid for? Ye promised me results, Stearns, where are they? Darrin Stearns: I’m… I’m sure Cthulhu… Brendan Samuels: Yer security be shite, an’ so be yer detect- Jodie: Sorry I’m late! Jodie, the assistant to Cthulhu Jones, comes rushing into the room. She’s obviously flustered, and fiddling with a large purse. Brendan Samuels: Ye promised me results, lass. An’ ye let me down. Jodie: Oh hush you, Captain Melodrama. Voila! Jodie pulls a VHS cassette out of her bag. Jodie: Now, as unbelievable as I find it that people are still using VHS for their CCTV back ups, here you are! Darrin Stearns: … What’s that? Jodie: Oh, I see how it is. If I was Mister Jones with his 20s style and his painted face and that blasted saxophone music, it’d be all “Wow, Mister Jones, how’d you do that?” But nooooooooo… It’s all “what are you talking about Jodie” and “would you please leave I’m trying to shower.” Brendan slams his fist into the desk again. Brendan Samuels: LASSIE… Jodie: Ooh, touchy. Fine. Luckily, Mister Stearns is also so archaic he owns a VHS player in his office. Darrin shrugs. Darrin Stearns: I have a lot of tapes and I can’t be bothered to transfer them all to DVD. Jodie pops the cassette tape into the video player. Jodie: Now, I’ve already watched this, so I’ve got us lined up for the relevant bit… Here we go! The cassette plays, showing CCTV footage of the corridor outside the Time locker room. Entering into view from the bottom of shot comes a hooded figure, with a jimmy in hand. He looks about, the hood of his white hoodie concealing his face. The only distinctive feature is a Black Hawk logo emblazoned on the back. He cracks the lock with his crowbar, before putting the door in with his shoulder, and slipping in. Jodie: Now, if you give me a minute, I can fast forward to him coming out… Brendan has stood, and is already on his way out. Brendan Samuels: Dinnae bother lass. I ken who that is. He stops at the door. Brendan Samuels: An’ when I get me hands on Kaiden Hawke for this, I’ll keelhaul the fecker. He slams the door shut. Jodie looks to the door. Jodie: No, it’s fine, I don’t need thanks or anything for doing this for free. She looks to Darrin. Darrin Stearns: Welcome to my world. The camera fades out.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:54:55 GMT -6
GUNNAR STAHL vs. ISSAC SOLO Well this was a fight. Not really surprising, considering the skillset of the two men. The two hard-hitting technical and submission specialists went at each other fiercely from the moment the bell rang. Fists and feet flew, both men hitting the other one hard, neither one wanting to be the first to buckle. The fight was broken up when Stahl ducked up an elbow from Solo, which Stahl spun into a roundhouse that took Solo down! He immediately mounted the man and went to work, prying an arm into his grasp and starting to work it over. It was extremely effective, being in the middle of the ring where Solo had nowhere to go, forcing him to endure the pain as he looked for a way out. He finally managed it, moving enough for his other arm to get free from under his body and swinging his fist into the side of Stahl’s head. Stahl went down and Solo had a moment to get himself back up. The arm Stahl worked on seemed shot, but Solo still had his other hand, and he put it to use, throwing it down at Stahl time after time, until the Icelandic wrestler managed to force him off. The two got to their feet and though Solo tried to start a fight, Stahl instead ducked behind him and wrapped his arms around Solo, throwing him back with an impressive German! He went to grab Solo and pull him up for another, only for Solo to spin around him! Solo ran him into the ropes, stunning him just a bit and allowing Solo to drop down, using his good arm to roll Stahl up for the 3 count! After the bell rang, both men eventually got to their feet. Stahl looked, understandably, disappointed, but still offered a hand to Solo. A hand that Solo took and shook, before returning to raising his hand to the crowd in victory, having proven he is more than ready for his shot at the (R)Evolution Wrestling title. WINNER: ISSAC SOLO
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:54:47 GMT -6
DAMON ALEXANDER ((r)W Tag Team Champion) vs. HAJIME KON Kon came in with, as we saw backstage, plenty of energy and drive to get it done. He was, perhaps, too excited for this. And that provided something Damon could take advantage of. Not to start with, however, as to start with Damon was in for a fight, the eager powerhouse taking it to Damon. The Knight was, of course, no slouch, and showed that by taking Kon down multiple times with some very impressive suplexes. But the problem was Kon wouldn’t stay down. He’d keep getting back up, with all that excitement in him, and he’d keep coming. This was a problem for Damon. But Damon is, unfortunately, smart. And thus he turned it into a problem for Kon. He reversed out of Kon’s finishing powerbomb, which seemed to bother Kon, and immediately Damon rolled as far away as he could, until he was deep into a corner. He came up, and immediately and loudly began to taunt Kon, shouting insults at him in that way only Damon can. And Kon, with all his energy and excitement, charged him. At the last moment, Damon ducked, causing Kon to trip over him and slam face-first into the turnbuckle! With Kon dazed, Damon came up behind him, grabbing him and hitting him with the Supernova Lariat! The pin followed as the crowd booed him, heavily. And Damon’s response to that? A smirk. WINNER: DAMON ALEXANDER We cut backstage, to Dr. Kuller’s trainers room. On the table sits Masato Kanemoto, expression angry as Dr. Kuller looks over his nose after his failed attack on Los Fantasmas just days ago in Mexico. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Mr. Kanemoto, it would’ve been better if you got this looked at immediately by HELL’s people… Masato Kanemoto: An idiot would trust them. Just do your job. Dr. Cyril Kuller: I did. He puts the little penlight he was using to examine him away. Dr. Cyril Kuller: You should be good to work again in a month. Until then, you’ll need to not do anything that could make it worse, so… Masato Kanemoto: No. Cyril sighs. Dr. Cyril Kuller: Mr. Kanemoto, you need to- Masato Kanemoto: What I NEED...is to get what is mine back. He stands up, and looks Cyril in the eyes. Masato Kanemoto: No matter what. So save your warnings for someone who cares. Cyril just looks annoyed at this, and seems to be ready to argue, when another voice speaks up. Voice: Not so nice when it happens to you is it, Mr. Hunter? Masato scowls deeply as he turns around to the door, where leaning against the frame is Evelyn Kuller. She doesn’t look that happy either. Masato Kanemoto: Come to laugh at me? Evelyn Kuller: Well, I could, if that’s your thing… Masato Kanemoto: Spare me that garbage! Evelyn sighed. Evelyn Kuller: Look, could you take it down just a notch? I just want to talk. Masato Kanemoto: I don’t have TIME to talk, thank you very much. I need to get what is mine back. Evelyn Kuller: How you gonna do that? You gonna jump them again, because that didn’t work so well a couple days ago. Masato’s hand balls into a fist, and Dr. Kuller looks ready to step in before Evelyn shakes her head. Masato Kanemoto: I don’t care what I have to go through! Let them break my nose again, or my arms, my legs, it won’t matter as long as I get it back! Evelyn is taken aback by the sheer intensity of that. Evelyn Kuller: ...that sword must be really important to you. Masato Kanemoto: More important than my life. Which is why I’m going to get it back from those corrupted hands. Evelyn Kuller: ...look, Masato. Right now they’re after both of us. Calavera’s come at me, Ikiryo’s come at you. Problem is, they’re united. So...maybe we should tea- Masato holds up one hand to silence her. She blinks, and Masato just frowns at her. Masato Kanemoto: Don’t insult me by finishing that. I might be desperate...but not so desperate that I’d work with Evil itself. So, kindly...stay the *BEEP* out of my way. And with that, he walks out of the room, brushing past Evelyn as he does. She watches him go and, after he’s out of sight, lets out a long, long sigh. Evelyn Kuller: ...what a pain in the ass... And on that note, we go to commercial…
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:54:34 GMT -6
ELIZABETH LANNISTER vs. JOLYNE DYSART Arrogance met arrogance, and the resulting match is one that both are certain to brag about for awhile. From the moment the bell rang, the two set out to outdo the other. One would do something, and the other would feel compelled to put out something even better. An elbow from Elizabeth was responded by an uppercut elbow from Jolyne. A running knee from Jolyne earned a springboard knee to the face from Elizabeth. Simple moonsault responded with more rotations. Rolyne responded to with the Kingslayer, with neither woman staying down long enough for the other to get that elusive victory. In the end, it came to what separated the two. Elizabeth had her devious mind, and Jolyne had her tendency to jump the gun. Jolyne managed to hit Elizabeth with her Neo Rider Kick and, instead of going to capitalize, instead forced the woman to her feet so she could hit the move again. And when she went for the springboard, Elizabeth charged suddenly, hitting the ropes and forcing Jolyne to fall awkwardly off the ropes. And Elizabeth took immediate advantage, grabbing the stunned woman and hitting her with the Debt Fulfilled with the 3-count! Elizabeth came up immediately, raising her fist in victory with a smile on her face as the crowd booed her while Jolyne looked, unsurprisingly, annoyed. Not that it mattered to Elizabeth, who was just enjoying how great she looked getting closer and closer to her shot at the (r)W Title. WINNER: ELIZABETH LANNISTER Backstage, in a locker room area... Hajime Kon is getting slapped right across the face. *FWAK!* Hajime Kon: またですか! *FWAK!* Hajime Kon: またですか!もっと力で! *FWAK!* Hajime Kon: YES! 今、私はあなたにこれを行います! Camera finally pans back, to reveal the one slapping Kon is his partner, Kohei Obata. He is throwing his hands up as if to stop Kon... Kohei Obata: Whoa whoa... seriously, there is no need. Hajime Kon: 愚か!あなたは私にあなたの闘志を与え、今私は、あなたのパートナーを鉱山を与えます! Kohei Obata: No, truly, I am ready! I have faced Damon Alexander before! You have all the fighting spirit you need for this! You need it more than, perhaps, I do tonight! Hajime Kon: あなたがそう言うのであれば私はそれが、私達の両方のために良いでしょう私たちはできる限り効果的だと思います!それでは、戦うましょう! Kon leaves the room, excited for his matchup... but Obata does not follow. Rather, he gets onto his phone and dials a number... Kohei Obata: Hello, yes... yes that is Kon you hear shouting down the corridor. Yes, he might be losing his mind... but I am not. I still remember the plan tonight... The scene CUTS....
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:54:17 GMT -6
Pond: This should be interesting, as Explosivo fights another of his friends this week, the “Sushi Ronin” Takeru Yuusou. We’ve not seen any of the influence of Explosivo’s sister Rosa tonight, maybe Halloween’s big HELL show has her occupied? The Big L: What The Big L doesn’t get about these guys is their portion sizes. Tapas. Sushi. It’s all so tiny. What The Big L needs is a rack of ribs so big it makes the Flintstones jealous. Minoru Asano: I LIKE SAKE AND TEQUILA! I MIX TO MAKE MY OWN SPECIAL BLEND – SAKUILA! Pond: Oh this will not end well. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen… the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring… from Hiratsuka, Kanagawa, Japan, weighing in at 180lbs… TAKERU YUUSOU! The Sushi Ronin raises an arm in recognition, before giving a bow to the crowd. David Zinkus: And now… his opponent… Explosivo by Tenacious D starts playing over the PA System, as the lights dim. Climb upon my faithful steed, Then we gonna ride, gonna smoke some weed. Climb upon my big-ass steed, And ride, ride, ride.
Weeee-eee-eee-eeeee-eeeee-eee-eee-eeeee-eeeee-eeeee-eeeee, What's the name of the song, Explosivo!
As his name is mentioned in the song, Explosivo burst out through the curtains, virtually exploding into the arena. He gives a quick salute to the the crowd, before sprinting to the ring. He leaps onto the apron without breaking his stride. He grabs hold of the toprope, and slingshots himself into the ring, before running around and hyping up the crowd. David Zinkus: From Tijuana, Baja California, Mexico, and weighing in at 165lbs… EXPLOSIVO! EXPLOSIVO vs. TAKERU YUUSOU The two slowly approached each other in the ring, Takeru giving his friend a quick bow, which Explosivo reciprocated with a rapid handshake, pulling his friend in for a quick bro hug, to the cheer of the crowd. They quickly disengage, and start circling, working each other up to a high pace, before they lock up. The context was truly even, Explosivo’s edge in the speed and agility stakes just keeping him clear of the Ronin’s devastating kicks. Indeed, for the first 2 minutes, not a successful blow was made, every attack dodged, every grapple reversed or escaped. Takeru got the edge first, managing to convert a high speed running of the ropes into a Lunchtime Rush for a quick one count. His attempts to capitalise were met with a ¡Pelé! however, Explosivo breaking that momentum before it could even get going. After a few more high speed passes, the pair started shin kicking each other… resulting in both men hopping away, nursing bruised shins. It was really a fluke that meant Explosivo actually connected with a Caída de Dinamita, and before his resilient friend could recover, Explosivo run for the ropes, leaping up, looking to springboard into a Bomba Atómica… when the rose petals started to fall. As soon as he saw it begin, he stopped, dropping to his knees, clutching at them, clearly distraught by their presence. Recovering, Takeru saw his distraught friend, and approached him. Placing a hand on his shoulder, he whispered something into his ear. Slowly, Explosivo nodded, and stood. Shaking, he looked to the rafters, and shouted, loud enough for the ambient mics to pick him up… Explosivo: ROSA! LO SIENTO! Gradually, the petals stopped falling. Everyone waited with baited breath… but no blood rain. And then the lights went out. As the audience screamed, a blood red light started strobing, revealing a figure stood atop the turnbuckle. The two in the ring weren’t even aware of it until it barrelled into them with a huge Diving Crossbody, taking them both out. As the light stabilised, to a consistent red, the figure became apparent as being Karnaval, the newest member of HELL’s Reinado del Terror. He started laying hard stomps into the two on the mat, before stopping suddenly, his head snapping to look at the entranceway. At the top of it stood Rosa, as scantily dressed as ever, slowly beckoning him to her with a single finger. Laughing his strange, disjointed laugh as he limped out of the ring, the monstrous clown quickly followed his seeming mistress, as she sashayed out of the ring, leaving Explosivo and Takeru dazed and recovering in the ring as the lights returned to normal. Pond: And I thought the blood rain was bad. The Big L: The Big L hates clowns. They give him the heebie jeebies. Minoru Asano: I NEED MORE SAKUILA! Pond: After that… sod it. Pour me one too. Grief. NO CONTEST
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:54:03 GMT -6
Pond: Next up, we have Brendan Samuels taking on one of his brothers teammates from the Pantheon, Ophelia Hildegard. Minoru Asano: WHERE HAS CRAZY SAMUELS SEA GOD GONE ANYWAY? The Big L: The Big L enjoys seeing huge men fight tiny women. It amuses him. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… “Ghost of the Navigator" by Iron Maiden blasts over the PA, as Brendan Samuels paces out from the back, ignoring the crowd as he marches on down the ramp. He rolls into the ring, remaining on one knee as he utters a prayer under his breath before looking skywards. Using the ropes to help him up, he finally stands, pulling on the ropes to test them before waiting for the match to begin. David Zinkus: Fighting out of Cobh, County Cork, Ireland, and tipping the scales at 244lbs… BRENDAN SAMUELS! And his opponent… A faint guitar begins to ring out from the PA system alongside instrumentals, in which causes the lights to go out until a white spotlight appears near the ramp as slowly and gradually, Yasunori Mitsuda's "Scars of Time" play over the PA while the Tron showcases images of different fields, nature and such before the lights begin to swirl around ringside as the tempo picks up and Ophelia Hildegard emerges from the curtains, making her way to the spotlight and stopping there for a brief moment, staring up at the ring and taking both the good and the bad from the crowd in terms of a reaction, before she holds her right arm out, left hand reeling back an imaginary arrow... David Zinkus: Ladies and gentlemen...from Reseda, California, weighing in at a one hundred and twenty-five pounds...she is the "Artemis" of the Pantheon, she is...OPHELIAAAAAAAA...HIIIIIIILDEGAAAAARDDDD!!!!!! As she lets the left hand go, Ophelia Hildegard then breaks on a run, taking a large jump once past the ramp and then in the most impressive fashion, soaring through the air and past the top rope with an impressive corkscrew back flip before landing on both feet in the center of the ring. The crowd does clap in their approval of this particular maneuver as Ophelia makes her way to the top rope, left arm rising in the air and basking in the mixed crowd reaction before hopping down and getting ready for the hunt that is ahead of her. BRENDAN SAMUELS vs. OPHELIA HILDEGARD From the go, Brendan put his superior weight and strength to good use. He quickly kept her Aerial Style tethered, employing European Catch-As-Catch-Can techniques to keep her locked up, applying stress to her joints and sockets, interspersing the damage with Suplexes, exclamation marked with a big Immram Buster for a one and a half count. A reversal off an Irish Whip gave Ophelia the opportunity she’d been hunting for, hitting her Antenna Beam to catch Brendan offguard. She quickly followed up with a sequence of kicks and chops, keeping him off balance, before putting him down with an Enzuigiri. She tried to follow this with her Seismic Toss… but a combination of Brendan’s weight, and his grabbing the ropes, stopped it dead, allowing Brendan to reposition his feet, kicking her hard in the stomach, before following up with a Fisherman Suplex for a two count. Signalling for the end, Brendan began stalking the injured Ophelia, indicating that he’s going to lock a Crossface Chickenwing on her… when suddenly, the lights started strobing, and “Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin starts playing. Brendan immediately goes to the ropes… seeking out who would dare to be using the music he and his brother once used as a tag team to distract him… when Ophelia dashed up from behind, hooking his head and using the ropes to springboard into a modified Dark Echo! She hooked the leg, and the surprise was enough to make sure she just got the three! She quickly hightailed it as Brendan powered free, staring up at the top of the ramp as Immigrant Song continues to play. David Zinkus: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, by way of pinfall… OPHELIA HILDEGARD! The Big L: Ooh, someone playing mind games with Samuels. Minoru Asano: MINDGAMES! DRINK! Pond: Everyone in this company has to know that playing the music he and his brother used to use is only going to wind him up. This literally could have been anyone. WINNER: OPHELIA HILDEGARD
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:53:53 GMT -6
BIANCA REED vs. CALEB STORM ((r)W Orange County Champion) Caleb Storm knew he was going to have a challenge going into his match with the debuting Bianca Reed, having recruited her to join him in his failed attempt to change the EWA. He knew what he was getting into, and after a quick fist tap, the two went off into action! The action was quick from the opening bell, both Caleb and Bianca feeling one another out with their speed, finding that the other was well equipped to take him head on. He was absolutely prepared, and the time spent going to the EWA and trying to learn away from RW was proving to also season Caleb, showing some poise he hadn’t shown previously. However, it was proof that Caleb had been growing as a wrestler. Bianca had shocked him with a vicious elbow to the jaw, only for Caleb to rub his jaw and nail her back across the face with an elbow that was straight out of the playbook of some of his heroes growing up! Stunning Bianca, Caleb managed to lift her and go for the Superstar-KO, but she got herself out of the jam and floated over, pushing him to the ropes, looking to try a variation of her brother Aries’ Chaos Theory, but Caleb flipped out and caught her with a backcracker! The crowd was stunned when Caleb tried to go up and attempt a shooting star press, but Bianca managed to get her feet up and leave Caleb out on her feet before kipping up and hopping up to the top turnbuckle...LEAPING OFF TO NAIL A SWINGING STUNNER SHE CALLS THE CRACKER JACKER! Reed looked prepare to make the upset in her RW debut, but as she went for the cover, Caleb managed to get his foot on the rope at 2! Caleb continued to do his best to keep pace with Bianca, also trying to guarantee he didn’t lose one of his first matches as OC Champion, and after an irish whip from Bianca, he managed to nail a Chain Lightning, looking to seal the deal, only for Bianca to grab him into a small package as the bell rang! Thinking she had the victory, she raised her hand, but the referee informed her and Caleb that she and Caleb had gone to a time limit draw! DRAW Backstage. Tom Matheny with the familiar figure of one Issac Solo. Solo stands, arms crossed, wearing a black tank-top and his wrestling shorts. The signature white towel is draped over the back of his neck as well, as Matheny interviews him... Tom Matheny: Issac, tonight you face Gunnar Stahl, comrade to the man you plan to face at Autumn Effect 3, the (r)Evolution World Champion, Carey Caldwell. Your thoughts on this match? Issac Solo: What are MY thoughts on this? Well, hmm, lemme see. Yeah, you know, the War Machines got me in this unshakable feeling of pants-soiling terror. Like, how can I ever hope to overcome such a star like Carey Caldwell. What the Hell was I thinking? I'm puttin' in my notice right now... Tom Matheny dumbfounded. Tom Matheny: ... Wait, really? Issac glares at Tom. Issac Solo: Yeah, NO. See, I know how this all works. See, NOW, I gotta run a gauntlet of the champ's drinkin' buddies before I get the shot that was challenged for, an' accepted. So first, I got this Icelandic big man, Gunnar Stahl, an' I gotta take care of him. After that, maybe Naiser Prince King, or maybe even Siobhan Morgan, y'know, to liven things up a bit. An' after I pass through this trial, this gauntlet, this TEST of my "worthiness," only THEN do I get to get my hands on this jumped up little punk name-a Carey Caldwell. Tom Matheny: So, no real love lost between you and Caldwell then? Issac Solo: Tom, let me tell you somethin' - when I came into this company, I knew who the top guy was. An' judgin' by what he was goin' through at the time, he seemed like a real straight-up no-nonsense kinda guy. But that was then, an' this is now. An' since that time, Carey Caldwell is the kind of guy that likes to shoot his mouth off on the Internet, an' let others handle the consequences. He likes to say that his opponents will have to kill him to get that belt offa him. Well don't tempt me then, cochise! An' after that cluster last time, when he let his hot-headedness get the better of him, an' OUR TEAM, all he showed is that he ain't no fightin' champion, he's a punk with anger issues who thinks just sayin' somethin' is so, makes it so. IT AIN'T SO. An' tonight, Caldwell can witness how it's gonna be, when I prove, first, to Gunnar Stahl, what it means, to COME CORRECT.... Issac walks away... Tom Matheny: Strong words from the challenger, to the champion! Now enjoy this commercial break!
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:53:34 GMT -6
THE NAKED GUNS vs. VIOLENCE RD Good news: no one took a light tube to the face! Better news: The Naked Guns didn’t even come close to getting hit with anything! While Kojima and Murayama came in ready to do much violence and scream much incomprehensible words, the Guns came in to avoid them. When the bell rang the two deathmatch addicts immediately came at them with their tubes, only for both Jared and Angelina to duck under their swings and hit the ropes, both coming back and delivering dropkicks to the backs of the too slow VIOLENCErs, sending them falling onto their own light tubes! Now bleeding (and oddly happy about it) both Murayama and Kojima came up to fight, only for Kojima to find himself whipped into the ropes, with both Jared and Angelina ducking at the last moment, sending Kojima crashing into his partner! Kojima rolled out of the ring at this and just laid in the glass dust comfortably, while Jared and Angelina both took turns making the crowd cheer with some cool looking flips onto Murayama, until finally Jared hefted Murayama up, rolling him down with a slam in front of the turnbuckle where Angelina waited, hitting him with a 450 splash! Jared ascended the ropes and lept off with a moonsault, hitting Murayama and thus completing the Crossfire for the 3 count! The two embraced after this, as the crowd went wild with cheers, happy to finally see the two’s fortune change. WINNERS: THE NAKED GUNS
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:53:16 GMT -6
CRAIG HANNIGAN vs. RAMSAY BODACH (w/ Bobby B. Barabbas) We’re not sure if this was nice or not. From when the bell rang Hammer had a bad time, Ramsay setting in on him violently. Bodach immediately showed off his pure, frightening strength, laying into poor Hannigan with blow after stiff and devastating blow. Hannigan managed to throw a few hard ones of his own, but Bodach mostly shrugged them off and kept up the assault, until Hannigan was forced off his feet and onto his hands and knees. And Bodach took advantage, grabbing Hannigan and stunning the crowd with his strength as he lifted Hannigan up before planting him down with the Ghost Driver for the victory! Ramsay came up roaring, while Bobby B. Barabbas entered the ring, applauding his client and raising his arm to the crowd that was...uncertain. WINNER: RAMSAY BODACH
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:53:00 GMT -6
CARVER vs. OLIVER CREED This was probably slightly illegal, the beating Carver laid upon Creed. From the moment the bell rang, the mysterious man in love with Victorian dress put on a very classical wrestling show, plenty of takedowns and holds being put on display for the crowd. A crowd that, being mostly comprised of asshole college students, started calling for more. Which, surprisingly, Carver answered. By bringing Creed up and punching him. A lot. Punch after punch, expert boxing skills suddenly on display, until Carver drove his fist straight into Creed’s liver with his Sunday Punch blow, that left Creed crumpling, Carver pinning him for the 3 count. The crowd, of course, loved this, which Carver mostly ignored as he rolled his sleeves back down, took his hat from Sarah, and left. WINNER: CARVER
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:52:53 GMT -6
ASHLEIGH POWELL vs. DINA BRYCE Hello Dina, goodbye Dina. Dina tried. She tried so hard to put the second generation wrestler down and to ruin her debut. And Ashleigh just did not allow that to happen. She put on a showcase using Dina, alternating between exciting aerial moves and crisp moves on the mat, until she locked Dina up in her ZETA-16, with a tap out following almost immediately. So hello Ashleigh, enjoy your stay. WINNER: ASHLEIGH POWELL The camera comes up backstage, where we see Betsy Granger prowling with her cameraman. She suddenly sees someone, a figure in a white hoodie, with a black hawk logo emblazoned on the back. She chases after him as he begins to push through an exit door. Betsy Granger: Kaiden! Kaiden! Have you got a moment? He stops, and shrugs/ Betsy Granger: Another win for you Kaiden. That’s two in a row. Do you think that means… Kaiden Hawke: Three. She stops, and looks curious. Betsy Granger: No… there wa- Kaiden Hawke: It’s three. Because I had Brendan Samuels beat. I had him tapping on the mat, but he chose to use the ref being injured to gain his victory. I thought he was meant to have some honor. Betsy Granger: But… Kaiden Hawke: Oh, I’m sorry, we’re all out of time. Try again next week. He smiles an insincere smile, and pushes out through the escape door, leaving Betsy frustrated. Betsy Granger: Damn it can no-one here just give a normal interview? The camera fades.
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Nov 4, 2015 21:52:19 GMT -6
KAIDEN HAWKE vs. PHILIPPE BERTRAND Philippe had a bad day. Kaiden was, still, visibly angry. And he took it out on Philippe. The French wrestler tried to put up some offense, only to have Kaiden basically smash through any attempts, beating him down before locking in the Lazarus Hook, forcing a tap out from Bertrand. WINNER: KAIDEN HAWKE
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Oct 28, 2015 22:18:03 GMT -6
So there's stuff to go over here. First off, this is an angled show. That's neat. Also, while there's only 3 matches announced right now, more CAN be added, but the handlers involved must agree to it...and write it themselves.
This is gonna be a really segment heavy show to get us to AE3, so go crazy if you wanna.
Have fun.
Opening Segment:
Reinado vs. People Scared Of Said Reinado Writer:
SEGMENT 1:
SEGMENT 2:
SEGMENT 3:
SEGMENT 4: Nick
SEGMENT 5:
War Machines vs. Royal Revolution Writer:
SEGMENT 6:
SEGMENT 7:
SEGMENT 8: Nick
SEGMENT 9:
SEGMENT 10:
Past vs. Present vs. Future vs. An Undetermined Point in Time Writer:
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Post by Nicholas Gray on Oct 28, 2015 22:17:49 GMT -6
EXPRO On FX #41: Convergence November 8th, 2015 RIMAC Arena, San Diego, CA NO RP DEADLINE BECAUSE IT'S ANGLEDHELL, REVO AND EXODUS COME TOGETHER FOR ONE SHOW!MAIN EVENT: PAST vs. PRESENT vs. FUTURE TRIANGLE TRIOS THE PAST (ANDREAS LASIEWICZ, ANGELA JAMESON & HEATHER LASIEWICZ) vs. THE PRESENT (CHRIS STRIKE, FIONA COLLINS & SAVANNAH TAYLOR) vs. THE FUTURE (ASHLEIGH POWELL, CALEB STORM & JACKIE FOWLER) (r)EVOLUTION WRESTLING PRESENTS: WAR MACHINES vs. ROYAL REVOLUTION CAREY L. CALDWELL, GUNNAR STAHL & NAISER KING vs. DAMON ALEXANDER, ELIZABETH LANNISTER & SUE HELL PRESENTS: THE REIGN OF TERROR HITS SAN DIEGO FRASER FLANAGAN, PADDY FLANAGAN, RUBY TYLER & TSURUGI KANEMOTO vs. REINADO del TERROR (Members TBA)
PLUS MORE TBA!
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