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Post by Samira Conway on Oct 23, 2024 3:01:29 GMT
 -------------------------------PRESHOW-------------------------------{The camera pans out through the sold-out crowd as the theme for October Revolution as the fans are cheering and waving their signs all about. "Abraxes: Your Nightmare Awaits!" "Ollieâs Gonna Fly High!" "I Paid to See Suplexes!" âIs Shelly Miscavige still missing?â "Amber Vogel: Rising Star of the Ring!" âArise, my champion!â "Letâs Go, TJ! Show Them What Youâve Got!" âHere for the Bird referencesâ âBrooklyn marry me!â âFear The Oniâ âGrandpa Logan Sky is gonna Spank youâ âMistress of Pain: Itamiâ âWhy does everyone have a compound now?â âSerenity is best girlâ âTHE DIVORCE IS GOING FINEâ âMai call your sisters!â âPartners in Crime is just booktok dark romance made fleshâ âYOU ARE NOT PREPARED for these memesâ âDiamonds Are Forever, Just Like Rob!" "No Escape for Bryce de Jäger!" "Get Ready for a Wild Ride with Nick Danger!" "Fly High, Hayleigh!" âNo El Grande Malo in Mexico? Thatâs No Bueno!â "In the Name of the Moon, Letâs Go RINI!" âWhen will Chaney cash in?â âCaroline Onlyfans when?â âI want Dean in ways that are concerning to feminismâ âCaroline Nudes? Machado about nothing!ââI Wanna See Pax!â âYour sins will be laid bareâ âWill The Murder ever actually get revenge?â âRosa x Warren forever, no Mimiâ âWarren could kick me and I would thank himâ âWho wants Daddyâs belt?â âIWF need more gayâ âApril! You can do it!!â âBella Morte wedding when?â
And loads more. The camera pans further and we see the pre-show panel.}
{The panel usually features a group of hosts and analysts, but this show we only have Robert Henderson (Journalist), and Summer Thompson (Social Media Expert). James Gilmore is off from the panel this week doing a special reporting duty that they will show that later on, Samira Conway (who is the head of the womenâs division) is absent due to being due very soon. Her doctor did not want her to travel internationally, but Summer mentioned that she is aware Samira has been working with Roberto Verona, Randon Haynes, and Jennie to ensure things are still working towards the vision for the division. Summer speaks of hope for the underdogs in the match as well as her own hope that the good guy wins the day. Robert goes at things from a more tactical viewpoint they go through each match before the preshow ends to show Gilmoreâs interview.}------------------------------- SEGMENT:Simple Logic ------------------------------- { We find IWF preshow panelist James Gilmore backstage in an office suite standing alongside ex-Playboy writer Richard Head. Head doesn't seem to be in a particularly great mood doing this special interview, but one might think he wanted to get his vision through to the masses after what transpired last week at Odyssey. }James Gilmore: Ladies and gents, l'il dudes and dudettes, tonight I'm puttin' on my interviewer's hat once again for a special exclusive. One-on-one with me on this glorious night is Richard Head -- former Playboy magazine writer who's talked to plenty of famous faces around the world -- includin' our own Hall of Famer, Fiona McFly. Richard Head: Enough with the platitudes. Let's get this over with...Mr. Gilmore. Nahh, you know what?! I'll call you "Mister JJ" instead -- has a certain charm to it.
{ The Islander alum shakes his head, knowing this was going to be a tough assignment. }James Gilmore: Oh, I have a bad feelin' that we're gonna have some problems. Richard Head: Problems?! They're just opportunities that haven't presented themselves. That's what my mother told me... James Gilmore: Opportunities for what...?!
{ Richard smirks from ear to ear, seemingly enjoying the hardball questioning. }Richard Head: An opportunity to build a world-class stable of elite talents and blow all others out of the sky.
{ Pause. We see Richard taking a sip from a bottle of Corona Extra. }Richard Head: When I first entered the indy wrestling scene after leaving the magazine four years ago, I figured...it'd be an inhumane cesspool of rot and despair. Once I got to the Imperial world, I found this cesspool to be rather refreshing -- a microcosm for the most animalistic of tenets. That the strong would sruvive and the weak would perish. When someone craves something, when someone WANTS something, and where toes need to be stepped on and lines must be crossed. { Head cackled softly as JJ observed. }Richard Head: That's...why I've come here in the first place.
{ Another pause as the former journalist takes another sip from his favorite drink. }Richard Head: Funny...isn't it, Mister JJ? I've learned that even the best women in the world can find themselves decieved by their true nature. Case in point, the woman you once called a friend: Fiona McFly. James Gilmore: The hell are you talkin' about...?! The Fiona McFly I remember from years ago was that she always had an open door policy. You could come to her place and talk to her about anything you wanted. Richard Head: Well, you don't know the full story.
{ James raised both brows as Richard continued. }Richard Head: For years, you people around the world treated Fiona McFly as if she was a do-gooder who brought others into the business of professional wrestling -- spending thousands, if not millions, of her hard-earned, well-fought dollars in the process. All she ever wanted to do was expect a return for all the money she's invested in getting a Caroline into the world's biggest main events, but what she seen instead?!
{ Richard pulled out a baseball card of his own that bore the likeness of Caroline Machado. }Richard Head: All Caroline has done is take a Jennie Fenix baseball card and carry it around as a trinket. Walking around and being the cheerful heroine that nobody admires anymore?! Would you want to be invested in that kind of a product?! { James sighed. }Richard Head: Yeah, I thought so. Caroline isn't some ugly duckling that desires to become a beautiful swan. She crumbles and fades away -- needs to die before she can be reborn. { Richard placed the baseball card into his front jacket pocket and pulled out a red and white 20 gigabyte USB storage device. }Richard Head: This flash drive might just be the answer the whole world needs in order to figure out that Caroline Machado isn't as squeaky-clean as she's propped up to be. And Fiona's put a helluva lot of investment in the content provided within.
{ James isn't letting Richard off the hook. He presses him even harder. }James Gilmore: Where you gettin' at with this...?! Richard Head: IWF's coming to Texas for a month-long swing. Your home state, Mister JJ -- but more importantly, where Caroline went undefeated as a libero on the 2019 Navarro College women's volleyball program that won the junior collegiate national title. In Fort Worth next week, I will play a clip from this flash drive -- featuring Caroline in the flesh -- on the big videoboard inside Dickies Arena.
{ The Islander alum covered his face with the palm of his hands. }James Gilmore: What're ya tryin' to accomplish here by doin' such a thing?! Especially considerin' that I've known Caroline to be the kindest, most gentle-natured person you'll ever meet!?! { Richard laughed. }Richard Head: It's a case of simple logic. If the sweet and sugary Brazilian Barbie doll loses her composure and...say, injures somebody...Fiona and I make money. But you know what, I don't have the time to be loitering about with a has-been like yourself.
{ He smiled from ear to ear before brushing James off, but not before getting in a final word. }Richard Head: Now if you'll excuse me, Mister JJ? I have an appointment with destiny -- and I don't want to be late.
{ James was left in the office, shaking his head solemnly. After taking a moment to ponder, he tossed it back to the arena with a zinger of his own. }James Gilmore: Geez...what a legit Dick Head -- pun intended! Let's go back to ringside... -------------------------------
SINGLES MATCH
Warren Kidd vs The Oni II
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Allison Valance: The following is scheduled for one fall!
Vasco Dias: Here we are the first match of the October Revolution Pay Per View!!
Terri Morasco: This could be something special!
{Pledge of Demon begins to play as the lights in the arena dim. A black and white mask appears on the Imperatron as Oni slowly steps out onto the ramp, adjusting the cuffs of his suit and cracking his neck. He slowly turns his head as he gazes around the arena before setting his eyes on the ring, slowly walking down the ramp and stepping easily through the ropes. He flexes his shoulders as he turns in a slow circle before settling into his corner, tilting his head Michael Meyers style as he stares down the referee.}
Allison Valance: First down to the match weighing 205 pounds and standing at 6â3ââ from Osaka, Japan⌠THE ONI II!
Vasco Dias: This is the first match here on IWF anyone has seen this guy and heâs fighting the former world champion? Does he have pictures of someone?
Terri Morasco: Donât be negative.
{The lights change, flickering purple briefly, pulsing with the industrial opening, as the entrance way quickly fills with smoke. The lights stop flickering and smoke stops pouring as the opening guitar riff plays. The lights quickly switch to a golden yellow flashing in rhythm with the guitar and drums. Warren Kidd emerges from the smoke as the lyrics to âRaise The Red Flagâ by Marilyn Manson divides the crowd. He wears a simple scarlet leather biker jacket, and a self assured smirk across his face.
Warren then heads towards the ring, head held high and proud, confident, solely focused on his own business in that ring. At the edge of the ring, he closes his eyes and takes a breath before jumping up onto the apron, walking along it and climbing the turnbuckle.
Warren perches himself on the corner, head bowed and eyes closed. He takes a series of slow deep breaths, relaxing himself in a brief meditation almost. Warren finally raises his head, no longer looking down on anything, but ahead. He slowly opens his eyes and relaxes, confidently, smiling again.
The music slowly fades away and the lights return to normal as he hops down into the ring and waits in the corner. A true fighter and sportsman unlike so many in this business and in his bloodline before him. Warren was a much better man, he well and truly believed that now.}
Allison Valance: Next down to the ring, weighing in at 205 pounds, standing at 6â1ââ from London, England⌠WARREN KIDD!
Vasco Dias: Heâs been off Tv for a little while and yet heâs opening the pay per view.
Terri Morasco: Well, he is a former world champion.
{The two men circle each other cautiously, sizing each other up. Warren shoots in first, looking for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Oni obliges, but quickly twists it into a wrist lock, wrenching Warrenâs arm. Warren grits his teeth, countering with a smooth roll, slipping out of the hold, and reversing into a hammerlock. Oni sneers, clearly unimpressed, and uses a quick elbow to the side of Warrenâs head to break free.}
Vasco Dias: Oni clearly hits like a truck.
Terri Morasco: One of the reason he is opening the show with someone as good as Warren kidd.
{The two engage in a quick sequence of chain wrestlingâwrist locks, headlocks, reversalsâeach man trying to outmaneuver the other. Warrenâs technical prowess shines through as he transitions from a headlock takedown into a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, slamming Oni to the mat. Oni writhes in pain but rolls out of the ring, clearly frustrated. He slaps the apron, eyes darting toward the referee, already scheming.}
Vasco Dias: I am always a slut for good old fashioned mat wrestling but come on. Give me something more.
Terri Morasco: Never say thoise words again, please.
{As Oni reenters the ring, Warren looks to capitalize, but Oni catches him off guard with a thumb to the eye! The referee misses it, distracted by the action. Warren stumbles back, momentarily blinded, and Oni takes advantage, nailing him with a Running Uppercut that sends Warren into the corner.}
Vasco Dias: Right into the corner!
Terri Morasco: Ouch.
{Oni stalks his prey, methodically stomping away at Warrenâs midsection before hitting him with a Snake Eyes on the top turnbuckle. Warren stumbles forward, dazed, and Oni catches him with a vicious Catching Spinebuster, slamming him into the canvas hard.}
Vasco Dias: Oni certainly conveys a lot with his body.
Terri Morasco: Almost sound like you admire him.
{The ref checks on Warren, but Oni uses the distraction to rake his fingers across Warren's eyes again, this time more blatantly. The crowd boos, but Oni doesn't care. He hoists Warren up, delivering a Gutwrench Suplex that rattles the ring. Oni sneers, looking at the crowd with disdain, and goes for the cover.
1...
2âKick out!}
Vasco Dias: Close but not close enough.
Terri Morasco: Impressive display all around.
{Oni, annoyed that Warren kicked out, drags him to his feet and goes for a Double Underhook Backbreaker, but Warren reverses mid-lift and counters with a Fishermanâs Suplex! Oniâs back crashes into the mat, and the momentum shifts. Warren, feeding off the crowdâs energy, starts to rally. He whips Oni into the ropes and catches him with a Spinning Heel Kick that sends Oni tumbling to the mat.}
Vasco Dias: Warren back in control.
Terri Morasco: He seems mad.
{Warren doesnât let up. He grabs Oni and nails him with a Snap Suplex, followed by a Shoot Kick Combo to his chest. Oni reels in pain, trying to find an opening, but Warren follows up with a stiff Jumping Knee to the face, flooring Oni!}
Vasco Dias: Warren displaying that Kane temper.
Terri Morasco: He wants distance from that name, come on. Respect that.
{Warren pumps his fists, the crowd roaring behind him. He picks Oni up and slams him down with the Conflict Resolution (Blue Thunder Bomb)! The referee drops for the count.
1âŚ
2âŚâKick out!
Oni barely gets his shoulder up, but Warren is feeling the momentum now.}
Vasco Dias: Ooooh, close.
Terri Morasco: But Oni isnt done yet.
{Oni, looking desperate, rolls to the apron and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Warren goes to bring him back into the ring, but Oni hits a cheap shot with a low blow behind the ref's back! Warren crumbles to the mat, clutching his midsection, and Oni grins wickedly, sensing an opportunity.}
Vasco Dias: Warren could be in trouble.
Terri Morasco: He could be but donât discount him yet.
{Oni drags Warren to the center of the ring and sets him up for the Vendetta (Rainmaker), but Warren ducks under the lariat! He spins Oni around and catches him with a lightning-fast Kidd Kick (Superkick) right to the jaw! Oni crumples to the mat, dazed.}
Vasco Dias: ouch. Could be the end here.
Terri Morasco: Will Warren go for it?
{Warren doesnât waste any time. He hoists Oni up onto his shoulders and executes Systematic Erasure (Firemanâs Carry Double Knee Gutbuster), leaving Oni gasping for breath on the mat.}
Vasco Dias: Apparently not.
Terri Morasco: ouch. Oni is taking a beating.
{The crowd is on their feet as Warren signals for the end. He locks Oniâs legs, pulling him into the middle of the ring and sinking in the Cycle Breaker (Indian Deathlock Cobra Twist) submission hold! Oni's face contorts in pain as Warren cranks back, applying pressure to the legs and torso.}
Vasco Dias: a submission? Wow.
Terri Morasco: He has been favoring those since winning the world title.
{Oni scratches and claws for the ropes, but Warren's grip is iron-tight. The crowd is chanting, "Tap! Tap! Tap!" as Oni struggles, his hand hovering in the air. His arrogance gives way to desperation as he tries to hold on, but the pain is too much.
Oni taps out!
The referee calls for the bell, and the crowd erupts in cheers. Warren releases the hold, exhausted but victorious. The ref raises his arm in triumph, and Warren stands tall, having outlasted Oni's dirty tactics and proven his resilience once again.}
Allison Valance: Your winner by submission⌠WARREN KIDD!
Vasco Dias: A red hot match to kick off October Revolution.
Terri Morasco: See you all for the next match.
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ESCAPE BY DAWN MATCH
Whoever escapes the compound by dawn, wins. Whoever doesnât escape, doesnât escape.
Bryce de Jäger Vs Rob Diamond Vs Abraxes
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{ The match starts off with an aerial shot of two armored cars traveling down a road through a heavily wooded area. Their headlights pierce the night, revealing the road in front of them as the travel down the lonely road.
The camera view shifts to a side by side presentation. It reveals both Bryce and Rob locked in standing cages, bouncing along with the movement of the car. The narrow confines of their containment prevent any movement. Adel is present in the back of the truck with Bryce, while Ducky is riding with Rob. }
Bryce: Iâm going to kill you when I get out of here.
Rob: Normally I have to pay for this sort of treatment.
{ The Acolytes, almost as one, get up and hit both of them with a cattle prod, causing them to writhe in their cages from the blow. We switch to a wide shot of a derelict building, flickering lights flashing in some of the windows as the two vehicles are seen moving up the drive towards the building.
They both back up to a loading dock, pressing directly against the loading doors. The Acolytes stand and open the back doors of the trucks and lift the loading dock door. The standing cages are wheeled out of the trucks and into the asylum proper before they slam the doors to the truck and roll the loading dock door down. As Adel and Ducky move back to the cages, we hear the sound of chains locking the doors down.
The two men stand next to the cages until the sound of the trucks starting up and driving away can be heard. Then they procure keys from their pocket and unlock the cages. Byrce reacts immediately. Once the door is unlocked he kicks it open, driving the steel into Adeleâs skull. He steps out of the cage and starts stomping his boots into the prone man with a disdainful sneer on his face.
Rob appears more grateful. At least at first. He waits for Ducky to open the door and steps out, running through a couple of stretches first. }
Rob: I gotta be honest, Iâve had better service. But let me give you a tip.
{ He pats down his pockets as Ducky looks on in confusion. Rob sticks his hands into his pockets and then pats at his backside for a moment. }
Rob: I forgot my wallet. How about this instead?
{ He swings out and his sucker punch clocks Ducky under the chin. He leaps onto the other man, moving into a mount position as he rains down punches onto him. }
Rob: Mama Kane is the only one that gets to do shock play with me! Consent is important damnit!
{ Bryce meanwhile has gone for a pipe, swinging it down to club into Adellâs prone form. The other man lays there, a puddle of blood forming beneath his body. Bryce smirks down at him before he turns back as Rob lays into Ducky. The young South African stalks towards him, swinging the pipe in his hand until he runs up and tees off on Rob and knocks him to the ground. }
Bryce: I really need youâŚ
{ Bryce swings the pipe down onto Robâs back. }
Bryce: To just once in your lifeâŚ
{ He tries a backhand into Robâs left shoulder. }
Bryce: Shut the fuck up.
{ Bryce dings the pipe across the back of Robâs skull and drops him down to the concrete floor. He drops the pipe on the ground and spits on Robâs prone body before he pushes his hair back as he walks through the loading area with the camera in tow. He pushes his way through one side of double doors and steps into a long blank hallway. The lighting is poor as what remaining lights flicker overhead. Bryce starts to saunter down the hall before there is the sound of clicking teeth behind him. He whirls and the camera turns with him revealing Abraxes standing on the other side of the doors.
Bryce charges the monster who meets him in the hallway. The two of them slug it out for a moment before Abraxes grabs a handful of curls and slams Bryceâs head into the brick wall. Bryce staggers from the blow, allowing Abraxes to slug him twice in quick succession in the midsection before he picks him up and slams him into the concrete floor with a devastating Uranagi. Abraxes kneels over Bryceâs prone form, laying into him with its fists until Bryceâs arms are no longer able to remain up to defend himself.
The monster reaches down and grabs a handful of Bryceâs hair and drags him down the hallway as the lights flicker in and out. The two of them slowly stalk down the hallway, getting to a pair of double doors at the end. But as Abraxes approaches them, the doors are kicked open to reveal Robb, sporting a crimson mask and holding a chainsaw in his hand. The chainsaw roars in Robâs hand. Abraxes tilts their head to one side. }
Rob: Honestly, Iâm not sure how I got here either.
{ Rob lifts the chainsaw into the air and it hits the top of the door in a shower of sparks but then it suddenly dies. Rob frowns and lowers the chainsaw and looks at it before he yanks the cord, causing the engine to sputter but it doesnât start. Robb looks down at the chainsaw and back at Abraxes. }
Rob: Hold onâŚ
{ He yanks the cord again and once more the engine sputters but doesnât start. }
Rob: This never happens, I swear.
{ He yanks the cord again and this time the engine doesnât even sputter. Rob yanks on the cord but it seems the chainsaw isnât working. Abraxes releases their hold on Bryce and starts to walk towards Rob. Rob retreats slightly, still trying to start the chainsaw until Abraxes lunges forward and nails the man with a clothesline that causes him to drop the saw to the floor.
Abraxes turns towards Rob who pushes himself to his feet. The two of them exchange blows as they burst into a lobby area. Abraxes tries to whip Rob into a wall, but Rob is able to reverse the throw and hurls Abraxes into the lobby desk back first. Rob charges in and hits him with a high kick that knocks the big monster upwards.
Rob is quick to follow up, grabbing the monster by the collar of its Coat and drags it across the desk, knocking the various equipment to the floor. He reaches the edge of the desk and with a heave of strength, Rob tosses Abraxes clear so that the monsterâs body crashes to the floor. Rob turns back to the desk and lifts up the desk chair and hurls it at the monster to crash into its body with a rain of broken plastic and metal. }
Rob: Alright⌠you spooky bitch.
{ Rob snatches up the keyboard from the desk computer, yanking the cord so hard that the desktop crashes to the floor. Rob looks at the keyboard in his hand and then down at the tower before he tosses the keyboard to one side and picks up the tower. He walks over to Abraxes, who is just starting to rise to their feet. He lifts the tower above his head and brings it down onto Abraxesâ exposed head with a crash. }
Rob: You piece of shitâŚ
{ He plants a boot into Abraxes midsection. }
Rob: OverratedâŚ
{ Another boot to the monsterâs ribs. }
Rob: UglyâŚ
{ Still another boot to the ribs. }
Rob: Mr. Happy rip off!
{ He rears his foot back for another boot but Abraxes shoots to their knees and grabs Rob by the throat with a look of hate in his eyes. }
Rob: Ok, maybe Overrated was too farâŚ
{ Abraxes follows up with two stiff blows of the fist to the side of his head, and Robâs head wobbles as the strikes daze him. With a might shove Abraxes tosses Robb through another set of doors to send him rolling over a catwalk. The camera moves to follow him and he pushes himself to his feet with the help of a guard rail. On either side is a sheer drop, with stairs on one side leading down into a laundry facility several floors below him. Rob clutches a guard rail and looks over the edge. }
Rob: Who designed this place?
{ The catwalk shakes and both Rob and the camera look back to reveal Abraxes grinning mask as he stalks forward. Rob lifts his hands, beckoning the monster on. Abraxes grips the railings and pushes off to charge forward with a growl, their teeth clicking together as it charges the other man. Rob squares up like heâs ready to punch him, but at the last minute he uses his boot to send the monster straight to dick kick city. Rob follows up quickly, griping the guard rails and boosting himself into the air so that Abraxes falls to the catwalk beneath him. He kicks his legs into the air to get more clearance and lands on the monster with a double stomp before he falls down and wraps his arms around its throat into a sleeper hold.
The two of them struggle against each other, Abraxes trying to break free while Rob struggles to keep the hold in place. Abraxes starts to rise to its knees, but Rob kicks his feet up, bracing them on the underside of the guardrail and pushes against it to press the monster back to its stomach. Abraxes appears to start fading, their struggles weakening as Rob has the hold on tight with an S grip to keep it in place.
But then the doors are kicked open and theirs the sound of a chainsaw engine roaring. Rob lifts his head up, looking directly into the camera for a moment. }
Rob: Oh shit.
{ The Camera lifts over the two of them, revealing a bloodied Bryce walking onto the catwalk with the chainsaw in hand. The youngman guns the engine with a sadistic smile on his face as he gives it a practice swing through the air. Rob leaps off of Abraxes and jumps to his feet and turns to face Bryce as he walks forward. But as Bryce starts to jog forward, the engine in the chainsaw dies. Bryce comes to an awkward halt and yanks on the cord but there is nothing from the machine but another sputter of life. He gives it another test yank, but now Rob is laughing. Rob runs forward and Bryce gives another panicked yank on the starter cord but the chainsaw doesnât respond.
But it is still a several pound hunk of metal. So as Rob closes Bryce swings the chainsaw, catching Rob across the face with the body of it and knocking the man backwards. Right into the waiting arms of Abraxas.The Monster grabs Rob and slams him into the metal grate with a reverse DDT and springs to his feet. The monster stocks towards Bryce and Bryce gives another experimental tug on the cord but there isnât a response from the saw.
So Bryce chucks the chainsaw at the Monster. Abraxes catches it and tilts his head to one side. But the distraction is enough for Bryce to charge forward and hits them with a dropkick to the shoulder. This sends the monster off balance and it tumbles over the railing. We watch it fall, colliding with the spiraling stairwell that sends his body into a spin before landing into one of the large Laundry hampers at the base with a sickening thud. Bryce leans against the guard rail and the camera shifts back to his face as he looks down at his handwork with a sadistic grin on his face. }
Rob: I think you fucking just killed someone.
{ Bryce jerks and the camera steps back and pans out to reveal that Rob is leaning against the guardrail as well looking down. }
Rob: Verona is gonna be pissed. The lawyer fees aloneâŚ
Bryce: You fucking asshole!
{ The two of them start to exchange blows, fighting in the middle of the catwalk. Slowly Rob starts to get the advantage, pushing Bryce back towards the edge. Eventually the young man leaned out over the side, desperately fighting back to keep from getting pushed over. He thinks quickly and dodges a strike from Rob and reaches up to slam his face into the guard rail.
As Rob stumbles back, Bryce goes on the offensive, pushing himself off the rail to rain blows down on Rob. Soon enough, their positions are reversed, with Rob leaning precariously over the guardrail as he starts to fight back. Rob, the wily veteran that he is, instead chooses to drop to his knees. This causes Bryce to over swing dangerously over the side and the two break apart and face each other. Rob quickly holds his hands up. }
Rob: Whoa whoa whoa! Wait! Not just hold on.
{ Bryce looks at him in confusion. }
Bryce: What the fuck now?
Rob: Do you want to die?
Bryce: I kinda want to kill you.
Rob: Well I got a smoking hot wife and a cute kid that Iâd like to get back too. Iâm sure you got a box of ding dongs and a sick pair of chunky platforms with your name on it.
Bryce: Fuck you and fuck this.
Bryce takes a step forward and Rob slides back, hands still held up in front of him.
Rob: WAIT! Just listen for a second. Why donât we step out of this fucking death trap, go through those doors and then we can go back to beating the shit outta each other like rational and civilized people. Unless you want to fall to your horrible demise. I know itâs not much for you, but Iâm too pretty to have a closed casket funeral.
{ Bryce regards him warily for a moment, but then he peaks over the side of the guard rail and the long drop below and then he nods. }
Bryce: Fine. But donât try anything.
{ The two men take careful steps, Rob moving backwards for each step that Bryce steps towards them. They are both clearly wary of each other as they take slow, cautious steps across the catwalk. But eventually they make it to the otherside, and Rob pushes his way through the doors into a dark room. }
Bryce pauses at the entrance, Rob having already stepped into the gloom of the next room.
Rob: Hey, you maybe want to get the lights? Itâs dark as fuck and somethingâs caught on my boot.
{ Bryce rolls his eyes but slaps at the wall until thereâs a click. One of the lights in the room pop with a shower of sparks, but the other ones flash on, one by one, revealing massive nests of barbed wire filling the space with only a single narrow path sneaking through. }
Rob: Oh youâve got to beâŚ
{ Whatever he was about to say is cut off as Bryce dives forward with a spear, knocking Rob directly into a bile of sharp wire. He mounts the other man, raining blows down on his face as Rob struggles in the tangle of wire that heâs caught in. Bryce continues to rain down blows as Rob fights to break free, only succeeding when he grabs a bloody handful of wire and stretches it out until it snags in Bryceâs curls. Rob swings on Bryce then, knocking the young man off of him before rolling free of the wire.
Bryce screams as he struggles free from the wire, losing some of the hair on his head as he breaks free. Rob follows up with a kick to Bryceâs midsection that doubles him over before he wraps an arm around the young man's head before spiking it down into the mass of barb wire. Rob carefully fights free from the nest of wire, his back bleeding from multiple lacerations. He reaches down and yanks Bryce out, tearing flesh and hair in the process. Rob slugs Byrce a couple more times before he picks him up and heaves him across the room into another pile of barbed wire hell.
Rob tiptoes carefully through the narrow path through the hazards as Bryce struggles to break free of wire that has tangled around his body. Rob nearly prances his way through as Bryce finally breaks free. But as Rob arrives he ducks a wild swing from Bryce and ducks down to nail an uppercut that sends Bryce spilling through the barbed wired and clear to the open area at the other end.
Rob takes a running leap, stomping down on Bryceâs chest that floors him back to the cement. Rob drops down into the mount position, slamming his forearms into the young South Africanâs face until his eyes wander in his skull. Rob gives a nod of his head and looks between the exits available.
One of them is another set of doors, but the other appears to be a freight elevator. Rob leaves Byrce in a bloody pile on the floor and walks over and grabs hold of the strap on the freight elevator and pulls it open.
Unfortunately, when the doors slide open a bloody Abraxes is standing on the other side of it. Abraxes looks over Rob and tilts his head to one side before he lifts up the chainsaw that rumbles in his hand. Abraxes thumbs the trigger, causing the blade to whirl. Rob, reacting quickly, grabs the strap and slams the door shut and presses his back against it. }
Rob: OK. Other door.
{ Bryce clutches his head and climbs to his feet. }
Bryce: The things broken, thereâs nothing to worry about.
{ The whine of metal tears through the air, and beneath Robâs arm the chainsaw pushes through the metal with a shower of sparks. }
Rob: Are you fucking sure about that!?
{ Rob takes off running and slams through the double doors at the other end of the room. The chainsaw is pulled out of the metal and Abraxes flings the freight doors open and stalks through, gunning the chainsaw again. Bryce looks at him for a moment and then shakes his head. }
Bryce: Nope!
{ Bryce piles through the door, the cameraman quick on his heels with the sound of the chainsaw filling the air. The next room is a narrow hallway, barred doors holding patients in. Arms reach out through the doors, grasping at everyone and we can see Rob a short distance ahead struggling to break free of the grasping hands.
The cameraman swings the camera to the side, revealing the inmates wearing various facsimiles of Abraxesâ grinning masks. Bryce tries to fight his way through the grasping hands, but one of them gives him a shove that allows a caged patient on the other side to grab hold of Bryce in a full nelson, trapping him against the bars.
Abraxes kicks open the doors and steps through, the chainsaw rumbling in their hands. The grasping hands recede back into the cages as the monster walks forward, like some twisted blasphemy of the red sea miracle. It lifts the chainsaw, blades whirring as he guns the engine and he rushes at Bryce. He struggles in the patient's hands, desperate to escape. At the last minute he lashes out with his boot to kick Abraxes in the midsection. The blow staggers the monster and the chainsaw digs into the metal bars of the cage and cuts through them.
Bryce fights his way free, running down the hall as he fights off the grasping hands even as Abraxes yanks the saw free from the metal. Rob, meanwhile, has almost fought his way through to the end. Bryce ducks his head, bullying his way through the final part of the narrow hallway to slam into Rob's back, spilling the two of them into the next room.
The room is dimly lit and chains and hooks hang down from the ceilings. Suspended from the hooks are a variety of weapons, bats, kendo sticks, crow bars, sledgehammers. A veritable twisted treasure trove of violence.
And there, at the far end of the room. Like a ruby beacon of hope, is an exit sign. Rob and Bryce stare at it for a moment before they look at each other. The two men come to plows, hooking an arm around the others head as they rain fists down with the other hand. Rob hits Bryce with a haymaker, and he reels back. But he reacts quickly, grabbing a chair suspended from a chain and throws it at Robâs head. The chair careens with the other manâs skull, knocking him loopy. Byrce quickly follows up, pulling a sledgehammer down and slamming it into Robâs chest. The other man flies into a pile of detritus in the side of the room.
Bryce shakes his head and smirks once more before he shoulders the sledgehammer and takes a few steps towards the door. But there is a cacophony of noise behind him. He whirls in place in time to see Rob, bloody and battered, climb free of the pile of refuse and junk heâd been knocked into.
Rob smirks at Bryce, chuckling slowly before he lifts a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire out of the pile and rests it onto his shoulder. }
Rob: Oh ya. Daddyâs Home.
{ Bryce lifts the sledgehammer in his hands. }
Bryce: Iâll tell Dean. He might actually care.
Rob: You just donât understand.
{ The two men charge at each other, swinging for the fences on each other. They no longer care about protecting themselves, only about injuring their opponent. Early bruises blossom on Robâs torso and lacerations fill Bryceâs chest. They back off after a moment, panting for breath.as they stare with hate filled eyes. Bryce blinks first, charging in at Rob with the hammer raised above his head. Rob plants a boot directly into Bryceâs testacles, doubling him over. Then, with a roll of his shoulders, he winds up with Lucille and slams the bat into the side of Bryceâs dome. He hits him so hard that the barbed wire lodges in his cheek, wrenching the bat out of Robâs hands. Bryce falls like a sack of bricks and Rob stumbles forward slightly in exhaustion. He looks down, chest heaving as Bryce twitches slightly on the ground. Rob lifts his hands up into the air and then weakly brings them down in a crotch chop.
Rob stumbles through the room, pushing the various implements hanging from the ceiling aside as he makes his way to the door. He starts to jog, then run, then sprint. He slams shoulder first into the door, already tasting the air of freedom!
And bounces off and falls to the ground. He sits up and looks at the door again, and then he sees the chain wrapped tightly around the door to secure it closed. }
Rob: Oh fuck me.
{ Rob turns around, heading back to the hanging weaponry until he finds a fire ax. He unhooks it from the chain and hefts it in his hand for a moment and nods his head.
But then the doors at the other end get pushed open and the low whirr of an idling chainsaw engine fills the room. Rob looks back with a look of panic before he turns back to the door with a sense of urgency. He lifts the ax above his head, swinging it down at the chain. Sparks fly with each swing, but the chain holds firm.
Abraxes walks forward, a force of nature. Inevitable in their wrath. Their finger works the trigger, revving the chainsawâs motor up. They push their way through the hanging obstacles. But they stop suddenly. It turns and looks down to a pale hand clasped at their ankle.
Bryce has stirred once more, enough to reach out and grab hold of the monster as it walks past him. He lifts his bloody, ravaged face and grins up at Abraxes before spitting a mouthful of blood up at it. Abraxes kicks the hand a way to continue forward, when a laugh sounds behind him. }
Bryce: You can bleed.
{ Bryce is holding up a hand, slick with blood that was hidden against the black and red of Abraxesâ gear. Bryce grins through a mouthful of blood and laughs again. Abraxes shakes its head and turns to walk away, but that is when Bryce strikes. He swings out with the sledgehammer, slamming it into Abraxesâ ankle with a sickening crack and the monster stumbles to the ground and the chainsaw spills away.
Byrce is quick to react, grabbing chains and pulling them down from the ceiling. He slaps the hooks in to Abraxes boots, hook them wrap them around its arms. He yanks the big monster to its feet slamming his fists and his forearms in a flurry of blows to knock the monster senseless as he hooks more and more chains into the monster. Finally, he grabs a final chain, hanging from a pulley system. With his freehand he hits a palm strike that rocks Abraxes on his heels. He swings the hook forward, jabbing the point into the soft flesh of the monsterâs chin. Bryce laughs again, the sound breaking as he yanks on the pulley system, lifting the monster up on the chain as blood runs across the metal links.
Meanwhile Rob has been swinging the ax at the chain, sparks flying. Bits of metal have fallen to the ground but the chain remains in place to seal the doors. He reaches out and pulls on the chains but they remain tight in place. }
Bryce: DIAMOND!
Rob: Oh shit.
{ Rob turns back to the door, swinging the ax with greater urgency as he tries to cut throught he chains holding him into this mad fun house of horrors. The sounds of heavy footfalls can be heard as Bryce picks up speed to intercept him. He takes another swing and tries to yank on the chains, and while they shift they remain holding the doors closed.
Rob turns, readying the ax to meet Bryce, but the young wrestler throws a crowbar as he pushes through the last of the hanging chains. The bar catches Rob in the shoulder with a sickening thud and the blow is enough to cause Rob to drop the ax. Bryce slams into him and both men collide with the door that remains stalwart against them.
The two men swing on each other, locked up as the sound of fists against meat fill the air. They are both just swinging, exhaustion and blood loss having worn them down. They swing their bodies around, slamming each other into the door, into the wall, into the hanging weapons around them. It is a slobberknocker, some might say. But both of them pause when they hear the sound of rending metal. They look back to witness a scene of horror.
Abraxes has pulled themselves down, a patch of skin hanging from their chin where the hook has ripped free. They slowly walk forward, and snaps another chain that held them in place. Their teeth nash together as blood runs down the front of their chin and over their mask as another chain gives free so that he can take another few steps forward. They turn back to each other. }
Rob: I can do this all day.
Bryce: Then do it.
{ Rob rushes forwards but Bryce jumps into the air, hitting him with another drop kick to the shoulder that sends Rob crashing back into the suspended weapons. Bryce turns and runs back to the door and pulls at the chains. He strains, and the abuse from Rob, and the bodies slam into the door finally cause it to give. The final link snaps and Bryce hits the door. They fling open and he stumbles out into the chill night air.
Rob is right on his heels, rushing after him with a look of murder in his eyes, but as soon as Bryce falls through, bars slam down in place, locking Rob in. Byrce slides back, and the poor camera man (Who had also managed to escape) takes a few steps back as Rob pulls on the bars to try and get out.
But then a pair of thick arms wrap around Arm in a thick hug. }
Rob: Oh FuckâŚ
{ A tittering sound fills the air before Rob is pulled back into the darkness of the room. The fiendish laughter fills the air as Bryce lays in the dirt, panting for breath as blood pours from his many wounds. }
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Another message
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{The tron lights up between events, A trailing point of light standing against the dark as the arena also fills with mist, this light swirls and spreads like a eerie green fire across the screen of the tron revealing the ticking of an old style clock hands ominously close to midnight tick, tick, tick tick.}
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow â
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
{The faint blue green glow of the lights seem to catch the odd figure looming in the mist not quite seen as the poem spins on before the mist seems to fade as suddenly as everything else taking the figures with them}
If we shadows have offended think but thisâŚand all is mended
When all is done and once unseen.
We shall dance again at Samhainâs seeming.
{Commercial!}
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TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH
Promo Word Limit: 1000 (Unlimited Character Development)
Whoever scores the decision earns themselves exclusive entry into the Gladiator Championship Match at Survival Of The Fittest
Logan Sky & Ollie Maverick vs TJ Alexander & Nick Danger
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Alison Valance: The following Tornado Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty-minute time limit! Whoever scores the decision earns themselves exclusive entry into the Gladiator Championship Match at Survival Of The Fittest!! Introducing first!...
{The lights turn red and red smoke follows on the entrance ramp. "Bulls Of Parade" by Rage Against The Machines start to play and the crowd start chanting "Rising Ace" and "Danger Zone". Nick Danger walk out onto the entrance ramp and red firework light up the entrance ramp. He starts to walk down the ramp giving ramp giving fans high fives and hug some of the younger fans.}
Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... standing 5'8" tall and weighing in at one hundred ninety-eight pounds... the Rising Ace... Nick Danger!
{Nick walk up the steel steps and enter through the middle rope and stand center of the ring. Nick point an index finger at himself and fan chants "NICK RULES!!!" and take off his jacket and toss it to the fans and wait for the match to start fixing his arm sleeve.}
Vasco Dias: I don't understand these idiots, Morasco. How, exactly, does this limp noodle rule? I get it, athletically, the kid can go. He could use a few more muscles, but whatever. I won't knock the kid's athletic ability. But how dumb do you have to be to skip training to go rock climbing before a match of this magnitude!?
Terri Morasco: Vasco, Nick was very open and honest, stating he did so at the advice of his therapist. If anything, I think that shows a ton of wisdom and courage on Nick's part. Sometimes we all need those moments to clear our minds.
Vasco Dias: What if he fell off a cliff and broke both his legs, did he think about that? Then instead of doing all those flips, he'd just be flopping around on the canvas like a fish out of water. As entertaining as it'd be for me to watch this dork try to wrestle with two broken legs, I'm not sure his partner would appreciate that.
Terri Morasco: Clearly, he didn't fall off a cliff. His legs look in great shape, so what are you even ranting about?
Vasco Dias: His selfish stupidity! Are you checking out Danger's legs though, Morasco? You better be careful; I think he still has a girlfriend.
{The camera cuts to a shot of the entryway.}
Alison Valance: And his tag team partner!...
{As "The Touch" By Stan Bush blares out of the PA speakers, TJ Alexander walks onto stages and raises his hands out to the side, he walks down the ramp with a cocky arrogance and chip on his shoulder, and TJ runs into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and looks into the crowd with a smile on his face.}
Alison Valance: Standing 6'1" tall and weighing in at 188lbs... hailing from London, England... TJ Alexander!!!
{TJ hops down off of the turnbuckles and joins Nick Danger in their corner.}
Vasco Dias: And don't even get me started on this clown, Morasco...
Terri Morasco: What's wrong with TJ?
Vasco Dias: He thinks there is something in the air draining his superpowers, or something! I don't know! This is another kid with all of the ability in the world athletically, but that's about as smart as a slug. He lost to a guy that talks to a racoon and blames it on the fact that HIS mind wasn't there. How mentally present do you have to be to outsmart a guy that talks to a racoon, Morasco!?
Terri Morasco: Obviously, TJ didn't literally mean there was something in the air hurting his performance. And Ollie is a world class competitor in his own right. Everyone here is. It just takes the slightest slip, and you can lose a match. TJ seemed incredibly focused, at least to me, heading into this match up. Nick and TJ have some limited experience teaming together, which I think gives them a great chance to win.
Vasco Dias: You ride that flaming train the whole way down the tracks then, Morasco.
{Once again, the viewer at home finds themselves looking at the entryway.}
Alison Valance: And their opponents, first...
{With all of it's horns, and wild discordant bravado '2econd 2ight 2eer' by Will Wood begins and Ollie Maverick bursts from the curtain to cheers, wearing his ring gear, a nice jacket, and with a ring attendant behind him carrying a pet carrier containing Rocky Trashington. Ollie does a sort of bouncy strut/dance on his way to the ring, seemingly ignorant of the world around him in general.}
Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring, standing 5'8" tall and weighing 220lbs, being accompanied by Rocky Trashington... The Manic Marvel... Ollie Maverick!
{Ollie does a little twirl upon arriving at the ring apron and is still kind of jamming out and dancing as the ring attendant takes the pet carrier over to the announce desk and sets it down. Ollie springs up onto the ring apron and does a lucha roll into the ring, landing flat on his back but following it with a kip up to show it was on purpose before going to his corner, still vibing to his music.}
Vasco Dias: Wait, what are we doing!? Why did we bring the racoon over here!? If I get rabies, I'll sue! I'll sue Ollie! I'll sue Jennie Fenix for putting me in this position! I'll sue that idiot attendant that carried the racoon over, too, even if he looks poorer than dirt!
Terri Morasco: Will you stop! Rocky is cute! He's really caught on with our fanbase quickly.
Vasco Dias: Of course he has. I shouldn't be surprised. Thousands of people on this side of the curtain, and aside from me, the racoon is the next smartest breathing being out here.
Terri Morasco: I'm sitting right here.
Vasco Dias: I know.
{Once again, the camera zooms in on the curtain.}
Alison Valance: And his tag team partner...
{As one of the most iconic riffs in Rock history starts to pump out from the speakers, Logan walks out onto the stage, soaking in the crowd's reactions. He moves to each side of the stage, throwing his arms up to try and rile the crowd up for the impending match.}
Alison Valance: Making his way to the ring from San Antonio, Texas; standing 6'6" tall and weighing 240lbs... Logan Sky!
{He marches down the ramp, head bobbing from side to side before he climbs the stairs, wiping his feet on the apron before he steps through the ropes. Then he moves to each side of the ring, shouting at the crowd to pump them up.}
Terri Morasco: I suppose you're going to let us all know why you hate Logan too now.
Vasco Dias: Actually, I kinda like the attitude we saw from him this week. The old fossil can still go for a dinosaur, but he might finally be starting to catch on to what it takes to be successful at this level. Just like you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet; up here, you have to break a few vertebrae to be a champion.
Terri Morasco: I... I can understand where he's coming from. Nonetheless, despite some of the rhetoric that has been directed Logan's way, I know there are a lot of people in that locker room that still look up to him and respect him, too. I'd hate to see him do something he might regret later.
Vasco Dias: Whatever, Morasco. You know what respect gets you? No championships, but maybe a nice mug when you retire, that's what. If I were him, I'd drop both TJ and Danger on their thick skulls; then I'd turn on Ollie and drop him on his head, too. The only person in the world that might be a little mad is that hack comedian.
Terri Morasco: You're absolutely terrible!
{The referee for this contest, Paul Smackage, checks in with all four competitors to ensure they're ready. After getting confirmation that they indeed are, Paul signals for the opening bell to start the match.}
Ding!
{The action starts immediately as all four competitors rush toward each other! Ollie Maverick squares off with TJ Alexander, with Ollie using his educated feet to get the better of the early exchange with some well-placed strikes. Logan Sky takes the fight to Nick Danger nears the ropes with some good old-fashioned punches to the head.}
Vasco Dias: The fight is on, Morasco! Logan is treating Danger's head like a pinata!
Terri Morasco: It is important to keep in mind, while both teams want to win this match, you really want to be the one to score the fall for your team. That creates a tremendous sense of urgency for all four men. You have to wonder if all of these guys are going to be looking for that homerun move early.
{TJ turns the tables on Ollie with a European Uppercut. Ollie staggers, enabling TJ to take hold of Ollie's wrist and whip him into the ropes. A quick bounce off the ropes leads to Ollie running face-first into a beautiful dropkick! Maverick hits the canvas hard!}
{On the other side of the squared circle, Danger throws a forearm into Logan's chest and answers right back with some right hands of his own. Logan shows a little more of an aggressive streak by delivering a knee before picking Danger up and dropping him throat-first over the top rope. Nick twists on the canvas, clutching his throat as he gasps for air. Sky delivers a couple of hard stomps to Danger. Leaping into the air, Logan drops a big leg across Danger's throat and goes for a cover. It takes a moment for the official to spot the cover. He slides into position for a count...}
One!
Two!!
{TJ Alexander turns to dive in to break up the count at two! Alexander focuses on Logan now, quickly catching him with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Alexander backs up, creating some runway so he can charge at Logan and take the taller man backward over the ropes with a clothesline! TJ spins on a dime, looking to run the ropes... but is caught in a flying head scissors by Ollie Maverick! The momentum of the takedown carries TJ to the outside!}
{Ollie might be happy, but it's tough to say with his face pixilated on the screen. Danger, having recovered some, takes advantage of Ollie as he's getting up with a Backstabber! Maverick bounces off Danger's knees, clutching his back. Looking for that homerun that Terri was talking about earlier, Danger makes a quick climb to the top turnbuckle. However, Logan gets up on the apron and shoves Danger off with a hand to the back.}
{TJ Alexander races around the ring, grabbing Logan's ankles, pulling his feet out from underneath him. Sky's face hits the apron hard on the way down. Capitalizing on the impact, TJ cinches Logan Sky up and hits a vicious brainbuster suplex on him on the floor!}
Terri Morasco: The sound of Logan's Sky's head hitting that floor was absolutely sickening, Vasco! I hope he isn't seriously hurt. We all know his history.
Vasco Dias: He's been very open about it, Morasco. The problem is when you're that open about the condition of your body, you paint targets on certain parts of it.
Terri Morasco: Alexander getting up, likely looking to get Sky back in the ring and try to end this early... but Ollie over the top rope with a Tope Con Hilo on Alexander!
Vasco Dias: Call me crazy, but I think this racoon is cheering, Morasco...
{Ollie lifts TJ up by the head, looking to bring him back inside of the ring. Danger flies into the frame though, soaring between the top and middle rope with a suicide dive to take out Ollie and, possibly inadvertently, his own partner. Bodies litter the floor. Danger is the first man up. He chooses to collect Ollie off the floor and roll him into the ring. Maverick gets up a little unsteady, with Danger following him back inside. Danger drives a forearm shot into Ollie's back. Nick pulls a "Zenith Suplex" out of his arsenal! Danger goes for a cover, somewhat near the ropes. The official slides into position for a count...}
One!
Two!!
{Ollie kicks out just before the count of three! Danger holds up three fingers, double-checking with the official that he didn't indeed score the fall. The official confirms Ollie kicked out. Danger gets up as TJ rolls back inside. Alexander gives Danger a little shove, asking what happened with the dive. Danger tries to explain himself. Cooler heads seem like they're going to prevail when Logan Sky reaches in and drags Alexander out by his feet under the bottom rope! Logan aggressively flings Alexander into the steel security railing! Ollie rolls up Nick from behind as Logan, looking to give Alexander a receipt for the brainbuster, lifts him for a piledriver. The official slides into position for a count on Danger's shoulders!...}
One!
{Danger kicks out! Just as Nick does, Logan drives TJ's head into the floor with a piledriver!}
Terri Morasco: Nick Danger with the pin escape! The story might be what just happened outside the ring, though! Logan Sky just piledrove TJ Alexander's head into the floor!
Vasco Dias: Sky told the kid he wasn't playing around, Morasco. He couldn't have made it any clearer. I like that Sky did it, too. You have to be a bastard in this line of work.
{Danger runs into a back-elbow by Ollie! Maverick fires off a quick Spinning Crescent Kick, wiping Danger out! Taking a moment to showoff for the crowd, Ollie busts out his B-Boi Stance (a Breakdancing Leg Drop)! He looks for a cover! The official slides into position for a count...}
One!
Two!!
{Logan Sky pulls his own partner off of the pin, breaking the count! Before Maverick has a chance to process what is happening, Sky grabs Ollie by the back of the head and tosses him over the top rope, onto the floor in front of the announcer's table! A couple of people in the crowd boo Logan. Sky's attention remains solely focused on Nick Danger, though. Logan hoists Nick up and delivers a big-time Burning Hammer in the center of the squared circle! The veteran inches over as his fans cheer, crawling on top of Nick Danger for a cover. The official slides into position for the count!}
One!
Two!!
Th!- NO!!
{Holding his neck, TJ Alexander had scaled the turnbuckles, leaping off to land a 450 Splash across the back of Logan Sky just as the official's hand was on its way down for the final count! All three men lay on the canvas in the ring. Ollie uses the announcer's desk to bring himself to a knee. He turns the pet carrier around, having a quick conference with Rocky Trashington.}
Vasco Dias: This idiot is trying to talk strategy with the racoon, Morasco! What could a racoon possibly know about wrestling!?
Terri Morasco: Rocky is one of the greatest minds in the wrestling industry! I've been told so by Ollie!
Vasco Dias {throwing papers into the air}: That's it, I quit! I don't even know how to respond to that! This entire scene is going to make my brain explode!
{Rocky offers Ollie a few final "words of advice". Maverick pats the top of the pet carrier before turning it back toward Terri and Vasco. TJ and Logan have started to get up in the ring as the match crosses the fifteen-minute mark. TJ makes the first move for Logan, coming in with his arms raised for a double-ax handle. TJ clubs Logan on the back of the neck and then brings him up. Ollie rushes the ring, slamming both of his boots into TJ Alexander's back with a shotgun style dropkick! Alexander collides with Logan, knocking Logan out of the ring! Ollie brings Alexander up, pretending like he's going to kick him low. When Alexander puts his hands there for the block, Ollie dots him on the nose with a closed fist. Maverick tosses Alexander out of the ring!}
Terri Morasco: Rocky's strategy is working to perfection!
Vasco Dias: I can't with this...
{Just as Danger starts to stir from the Burning Hammer Logan delivered to him, Ollie turns and delivers "The Gravy Train" (a Buzzsaw Roundhouse Kick to the head of kneeling opponent} on Nick! Ollie attempts a cover, hooking both of Nick Danger's legs. Paul Smackage slides into position for a count!...}
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
{Paul calls for the bell.}
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
{â2econd 2ight 2eer' hits as Ollie hops up off Danger and gets his arm raised by the official!}
Terri Morasco: Ollie has done it! With Rocky's guidance, and Ollie's skill... Ollie Maverick has earned his team a victory, and himself a match at Survival of the Fittest!
Vasco Dias: Do you hear yourself, Morasco!? Does anyone else aside from me find this completely absurd!? The man had a veteran of decades -DECADES- on his team, and the racoon lead them to victory!? Has everyone lost their minds!?
{Ollie rolls out of the ring and grabs Rocky's carrier. Vasco can only shake his head as Maverick puts the pet carrier on his shoulder and starts run laps around the ring while TJ and Logan look on and Nick Danger is laying on the canvas in the middle of it.}
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SEGMENT
A Word from The Champ
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{ The camera comes in on a Suite box, revealing the broad shoulders of Pax as he stands at the glass and looking down over the arena between matches. From the broad leather wrapped around his waist, itâs clear that the Menâs World Championship is firmly strapped around his waist. The camera moves closer to him and swings around wide to catch the champ in profile. }
Pax Stormcrow: Yaâll just missed Charlie. Sheâs down giving Rini a pep talk before she steps out to kick ass in her match. But I suppose I can give ya some time.
{ Pax smirks slightly and his eyes slide towards the camera. }
Pax Stormcrow: Hey man, donât look at me that way. Man doesnât get booked for a while, he might take it personal. I know there ainât anyone ready to step up. Deanâs over here dealing with his tiff with the murder. Madjinn is out of action. I kicked the shit outta Waren. Itâs gonna take some time. Hell, Berto is trying to get his personal bootlicker a shot. Thatâs how desperate they are to find me competition.
{Pax shrugs his shoulders easily. }
Pax Stormcrow: Doesnât matter to me. Bring em on. Iâm willing to fight anyone, anywhere, anytime. I know Iâm staring down a match with Chaney once he turns that contract in. I gotta Fight Cannin and two other guys in a match at Survival of the Fittest. Some folks might be upset about that. But not me. I got the biggest gas tank in this company. There ainât a single competitor in this division that can go as long as I can. It donât matter how long a match goes, Iâm in it from the beginning. Trust.
{ Pax turns to face the camera now with a smile on his face. }
Pax Stormcrow: Iâm not happy that I havenât been in a match, so Berto, if youâre listening? Give me some competition. Iâm getting antsy about it. I want to put my hands on someone.
Calleb, we done already had a conversation so you spend your time getting ready so you can actually try and meet me in the ring and not make a fool of yourself.
As for Allen? Honestly Iâd like nothing better then a nice long build with you. Really dig into it. Have ourselves a match of the year that I know we can put on. The two of us havenât faced off one on one before. I know youâre mad about how that tag match went down. Letâs make up for it. Name the time and the place. Iâll be ready for you.
{ Pax starts to turn back to the glass but he pauses and turns back. }
Pax Stormcrow: Oh, and the rest of you? Thereâs two more places for my dance card at Survival of the Fittest. So you all best get your shit together and step up. I need me some competition. But know that you best come correct, and you damn sure better be ready to enjoy the ceiling of the arena. See you all real soon.
{ Pax winks at the camera and turns out to look over the arena, lifting a hand as the crowd cheers before the camera fades. }
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FATAL FOUR WAY MATCH
Promo Word Limit: 1000 (Unlimited Character Development)
Winner Receives Entry into the Gladiatorix Championship Match at Survival of The Fittest
Mai Everstone vs Rini Ishikawa vs Itami vs Hayleigh Blake
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Allison Valance: The following match is scheduled for one fall where the winner receives entry into the Gladiatorix Championship match at Survival of The Fittest!
Terri Morasco: Survival of the fittest is looking to be a pretty impressive show.
Vasco Dias: But letâs not lose focus of where we are tonight.
{The arena lights fade to black as a fog begins to fill the entrance area. Eerie-pitched music begins to play as crimson light moves through the fog serpent, causing goosebumps on the skin of anyone who views it. Heavy guitar begins to blast from the speakers and bright blood-red light begins to strobe to the beat revealing that there is a creature deep inside of the fog.
Slowly the creature moves forward in an otherworldly way, sometimes moving like a man and sometimes like a serpent. There is an explosion of pyro as the vocal chord-destroying vocals of Torture by Deviloof begin and for the first time, the fans see the demon-masked face of âThe Lady Painâ Itami.}
Allison Valance: Now making her way to the ring from Fukuoka, Japan âThe Demonessâ Itami!!!
{Itami makes her way towards the ring as if the fans do not exist. It does not matter to her if they cheer or boo, all that matters is the damage that she is about to do to her opponent. That is the only time that she truly feels alive and she refuses to allow some peasants to ruin that for her, no matter how much they paid for their ticket. Once she reaches ringside she climbs the stairs and steps between the top and middle rope and goes to her corner. Years of competing in combat sports have beaten sportsmanship before the bell ro her, but once it rings there will be no mercy.}
Terri Morasco: Itami was quiet leading up to this match.
Vasco Dias: You don't always have to say a lot for a match like this.
{ Perfect Day by Hoku hits the arena sound system as the lights begin to flash. Hayleigh Blake comes out through the curtain with a hop in her step and waving to the crowd in attendance. As Hayleigh makes her way down to the ring she is followed by her legendary mother Shelly Diamond who watches her daughter with an approving eye. Hayleigh does a half lap around the ring, slapping fans hands as she goes before rolling in under the bottom rope. Hayleigh hits the camera side right corner of the ring with one foot on the top rope and her right fist in the air as the chorus kicks in. Hayleigh hops down and takes her corner as her music fades out. Shelly takes a seat near the commentary booth. }
Allison Valance: Now making her way to the ring from West Hartford, CT....Hayleigh Blake!
Terri Morasco: Hayleigh has had a pretty good record since coming into this company.
Vasco Dias: But her one lose was against Mai who is in this match.
{As the arena plunges into darkness, cold blue and deep purple lights faintly illuminate the space, casting long, eerie shadows. A thick, ghostly fog begins to roll down the entrance ramp, slowly swallowing the stage. The haunting melody of "Death Wish" by Royale Lynn begins to echo, the slow, brooding country tones filling the air like a dark omen. The audience falls silent, caught in the hypnotic spell of the moment. Suddenly, the shrill cry of a crow pierces the silence. On the massive Titantron, black-winged crows appear, circling in a slow, haunting rhythm as their caws grow louder, echoing through the arena. The video alternates between images of desolate landscapesâbarren trees, weathered gravestones, and fields of fogâwith crows perched ominously in each scene. From the shadows of the entrance emerges Mai Everstone herself, dressed in a long, black leather coat that sweeps the floor behind her as she walks. The coat is adorned with intricate lace details, mixing Black feathers are intricately woven. Her eyes are fiercely lined with black kohl, accentuating her piercing gaze. With each step, the sound of her boots hitting the metal ramp echoes in time with the songâs heartbeat. As she reaches the ring, Mai pauses, the mist still curling around her feet. With a slow, deliberate movement, she lifts her head and casts one last long look around the arena. The final note of "Death Wish" echoes in the air as the crows on the screen take flight, disappearing into the void as the lights flicker just as Mai flips over the ropes into the ring on her feet where she waits in her corner for the match to start.}
Allison Valance: Now making her way to the ring from Spanish Fork, Utah⌠Mai Everstone!
Terri Morasco: Mai certainly seemed to want to win this match a lot.
Vasco Dias: Well, The Murder could use a win.
{The lights dim in the area, and the Imperialtron slowly lights to show a dancing figurine turning slowly in a music box to the soft chimes of a simple melody and the sound of bells tolling in rhythm with the music. After ten seconds, the music suddenly picks up, full of synth. Rini virtually bounces into view, her overcoat swirling around her as she almost runs from one side of the stage to the other, waving with unbridled enthusiasm. Rini keeps beaming smiles and waving all the way down the ramp. She wipes her feet quickly on the outside and climbs between the ropes.
Once inside the ring, she strikes a dramatic pose, her left hand on her hip and her right hand forming a sideways V next to her eye, still grinning. She holds the pose for a few beats and then goes to her corner.}
Allison Valance: Now making her way to the ring from Sapporo, JapanâŚRini Ishikawa!!
Terri Morasco: Rini is an inspiration. Sheâs so bright and colorful.
Vasco Dias: Ugh.
{The bell rings, and all four competitors eye each other cautiously. Itami immediately targets Rini with a stiff palm strike, but Rini's quick reflexes allow her to duck and counter with a chop to Itamiâs chest. Meanwhile, Mai, the high-flyer, launches herself off the ropes, hitting Hayleigh with a spinning heel kick to the midsection, sending her into the corner.
The match quickly devolves into chaos, with each wrestler picking an opponent to isolate. Rini tries to take control of Itami with a snap suplex, but Itami lands on her feet and counters with a roundhouse kick, sending Rini stumbling into the ropes. Hayleigh takes advantage of Mai's reckless aerial attack, grounding her with a dragon screw leg whip, targeting Mai's legs to limit her high-flying capabilities.
With the match progressing, Itami and Hayleigh square off in the center of the ring. Itami delivers a series of brutal Muay Thai knees to Hayleigh's midsection, but Hayleigh counters with a perfectly timed Uranage backbreaker, stunning Itami momentarily. Just as Hayleigh turns to follow up, Rini flies in from the ropes, nailing Hayleigh with a running lariatâher signature Heart Impactâknocking Hayleigh out of the ring.
Rini turns her attention to Mai, who has recovered enough to climb the top rope. She attempts a springboard hurricanrana on Rini, but Rini catches her mid-air and transitions into a half nelson backbreaker, sending Mai crashing to the mat in agony. The crowd erupts as Rini's technical prowess shines through.
Itami, ever the sadist, sees an opening and locks Rini in a heel hook, wrenching her leg with a vicious grin. Rini struggles, trying to reach the ropes, but Itami pulls her back to the center of the ring. Just as it seems Rini is in trouble, Mai comes flying off the top rope with a moonsault, crashing down on both Itami and Rini to break the submission hold. The audience pops at the aerial maneuver, but Mai is clearly exhausted from the high-risk moves.
With the match nearing its end, Hayleigh returns to the ring, hitting a series of stiff palm strikes and European uppercuts on Mai, who stumbles into the ropes. Hayleigh attempts her finisher, Divine Justice, a running knee strike aimed at Maiâs head, but Rini intercepts her with a German suplex out of nowhere. Hayleigh is down and rolls out of the ring, leaving Rini, Itami, and Mai as the last three standing.
Itami, frustrated and looking to finish the match, hits Rini with a devastating spinning heel kick (her finisher, Baku), knocking Rini down. She turns her attention to Mai, attempting the Shinigami (Owari Death Clutch) submission on her to finish the match. However, as Itami locks in the submission, Rini rallies her strength and climbs the turnbuckle behind Itamiâs back.
In a dramatic moment, Rini leaps off the top rope and hits Itami with a running meteora to the back (her finisher, Kaguyaâs Tears), breaking the hold and knocking Itami to the mat. With Mai incapacitated, Rini quickly capitalizes and hooks Itamiâs leg for the pin:
1
2
3!!!}
Allison Valance: Your winner and qualifying for the entry into the Gladiatorix Championship match at Survival of The FittestâŚ. Rini Ishikawa!!!
Terri Morasco: Rini did it!!
{The crowd erupts as Rini stands tall, victorious after a hard-fought battle. Itami rolls out of the ring in frustration, while Mai and Hayleigh, both exhausted, slowly recover on the outside. Rini celebrates her win as Natasha and Charlotte come running out to celebrate with her.}
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Winners receive a team entry into the World Tag Team Championship Match at Survival Of The Fittest
Partners In Crime vs Hellscream and Amber Vogel
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{ A red hue light shines throughout the arena as âFor Victory or Deathâ by Amon Amarth plays through the speakersâmany of the fans have a negative response as Lilana wrynn is the first to emerge from behind the curtains; she waves her arm in front of her demanding that the crowd is quiet which only causes them to be louder. Two security guards are the next to emerge from behind the curtains with chains held firmly in their handsâthey pull on the chain which causes Hellscream to emerge from behind the curtains with a scowl on his face, but the crowd erupts into a cheer for their resident orc! He looks back and forth at the crowd that begins to chant âLok-Tar-O-Gar!â at the top of their lungsâmany Horde symbols fly up among the crowd which causes Hellscream to smirk as he is followed out by two more security guards who have two more chainsâthe chains from each security guard is attached to a collar wrapped around Hellscreamâs neck while Lilana Wrynn is leading the way; she points out to one of the fans that is holding the Horde symbol high and demands they take it down but they wave it higher. Lilana Wrynn scowls to the crowd as Hellscream lifts his head proud for the support he receives, but keeps walking with the securityâLilana Wrynn slides under the bottom rope and stands up inside of the ring, as security holds Hellscream near the apron of the ring. With a wave of Lilanaâs hand, they pull the unclasp the collar from Hellscreamâs neck, and he lets out a bellowing shout before leaping to the top of the apron with his eyes locked on Lilana Wrynn. She gestures for him to get into the ring and he obliges without ever taking his eyes off herâshe gets face to face with him showing that she doesnât fear the orc and starts giving him several commands. Hellscream keeps his head forward as Lilana Wrynn allows a smile to creep along her face, satisfied that he understands what he must doâthe referee takes a gulp and stands at the far side of the ring to stay away from the brute in front of him. Hellscream stands completely still waiting for the bell to sound. The security that has escorted him out to the ring surround out to ensure that Hellscream cannot escape. }
Vasco Dias: I canât believe this crowd even likes this guy.
Terri Morasco: Heâs a favorite amongst them! Itâs not everyday that you see a living and breathing ORC!
{ "Faster" by Dax & Tech N9ne plays over the PA, and Amber comes out with her arms raised in the air whilst showboating to the crowd and trying to entice them to get louder. She gets a mixed reaction off of them, but doesn't let that dissuade her when she rushes down the ring ramp, greeting as many of the audience as she can before finally sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She springs to her feet, a pep in her step, and skips to the nearby corner while leaning over the corner and blows a kiss out to the audience. She turns to wait for the match to start. }
Terri Morasco: And hereâs Amber Vogel, who should not be taken lightly in any way! Sheâs trained by Tara, and sheâs got a victory over a former two-time world champion in Jennie Fenix. Sheâs definitely got the skill to be one of the best!
Vasco Dias: They can only train her, but they canât get in the ring and do it for her. Sheâs yet to really be able to prove herself!
{The arena lights dim to near darkness, creating an atmosphere of anticipation. The crowd murmurs in excitement, their attention focused on the stage. The opening of "Teardrop" by Like A Storm begins, the didgeridoo and soft piano chords resonating through the arena. As the song builds, a single spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp. A haze of smoke begins to rise, casting an ethereal glow. As the lyrics begin, Vivienne Daniels emerges from the smoke onto the stage first. As the smoke dissipates, Vivienne drops to one knee and lets out a fierce, primal scream. This invites her husband Cyrus out to stand behind her, his large looming presence is a protective shadow over her, in his simple MMA fight gear. She wears a dark, intricately designed leather jacket with angelic, yet dark and gothic, wing patterns embroidered on the back. Her hair cascades down her shoulders.
Cyrus drapes a length of steel chain around his wifeâs neck, and pulls back until it tightens around her neck. Vivienne looks up at him and throws her arms up in surrender, and as she does, flames explode either side of the ramp way. After the pyros, Cyrus slackens the chain and commands his wife to rise to her feet as his equal. When she does so, he places the chain around his own neck and rewards her compliance with a passionate kiss, before grabbing her by the hand, firmly. The couple march, hand in hand, each step purposeful and deliberate, confident, and predatory.
As they reach the ring, the couple pauses for a moment, taking in the atmosphere and the energy of the crowd. She takes a moment to kiss Cyrus before she ascends the ring steps gracefully. Vivienne steps through the ropes with fluid agility, moving to the center of the ring. She drops down to one knee as Cyrus once again stands behind her, this time grabbing her by the hair and yanking back until she looks up at him and throws her arms up in surrender again. The lights in the arena are reduced to only a single spotlight on the couple for a few moments. A final, dramatic burst of flame from the four turnbuckles around them, in sync with Vivienneâs complete surrender to him and the lights snap back on, illuminating the ring in full. Under her husbandâs command, Vivienne lowers her arms slowly, her expression one of unyielding confidence and readiness, much to the delight of Cyrus who mirrors her composure. He lets her go, and she stands by his side, his perfect partner.}
Vasco Dias: Now hereâs the people you should be looking to! Cyrus and Vivienne! These are two top notch competitors, masters of their craft!
Terri Morasco: You wonât hear a disagreement from me, even if their tactics, at times, can be questionable.
{ At the sound of the bell, Vivienne and Amber circle the ring â Daniels rallying Vivi, and Hellscream intently watching as he wants to get into the ringâŚVivi and Amber lock up with a collar-and-elbow lock up! Vivienne quickly takes the advantage for her team by pulling Amber into a side headlock. Amber hits the ropes and is able to break free and shove Vivi toward the ropes, and on the rebound, takes Amber down with a shoulder block!
Vivi taunts for Amber to get up, and rebounds off the ropes â Amber rolls towards her, and Vivi goes over her, and Amber then springs to her feet as Vivi bounces off the opposite ropes, and comes back! HIP TOSS! NO! Vivienne counters and goes for a hip toss of her own, but Amber is able to fight it off â Amber goes up and over Vivienne, landing on her feet behind Vivienne, then immediately gets her into a reverse waistlockâŚVivi tries to overpower Amber to break free from the lock, but no avail as Jessica Andrews gets nearer, Vivi answers by stomping Amberâs foot and then driving her head backwards for a nasty headbutt! It staggers Amber long enough for Vivi to sail her over with a snapmare, and a huge running kick to her spine causes Amber to tense up, and Vivi hits the ropes and comes back with a second running kick, this time to her front that sends Amber to the mat! }
Terri Morasco: Vivienne Rodgers is a bit aggressive out there, and for good reason! Thereâs an opportunity to challenge for the tag team titles at Survival of the Fittest on the line!
Vasco Dias: Exactly, Terri, thereâs no room for them to be nice out here!
{ Vivienne covers Amber. }
ONE!
TWO!
AMBER KICKS OUT!
{ Vivi springs back up, and before Amber has a chance to respond, Vivi jumps up and comes down with a knee drop! She springs back to her feet again, and a second knee drop! Vivi grabs a handful of Amberâs hair, and drags her back to her feet, circles behind her, and takes her up and down with a BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX! Vivienne immediately goes for another cover! }
ONE!
TWO!
AMBER KICKS OUT!
Vasco Dias: Sheâs an IWF Hall of Famer for a reason! Amber doesnât seem to have an answer for her!
Terri Morasco: Thereâs no denying that, and sheâs not taking her foot off the gas at all.
{ Vivi is already pulling Amber back to her feet, but Amber breaks free! Amber starts raining in with hard rights that stagger Vivi for a while, and Vivi finally answers with an eye rake! }
Terri Morasco: It looked like Amber was going to get some life right there, but Vivienne with a cheap shot.
{ Amber swings blindly still, and is met with a knee strike to her midsection from Vivi â Vivi drags her to the Partners in Crime corner, where Cyrus takes a step back and holds his arms up to show his innocence while Vivi goes in with a series of kicks and into mudhole stomps! Jessica Andrews finally has to pull Vivi back, and the two argue momentarily â Amber is able to stagger to her feet, but Cyrus grabs her by the hair and slams her back down to the mat earning a very audible boo from the crowd! Hellscream is furious in his corner, and enters the ring, only to be cut off by Jessica Andrews! }
Terri Morasco: Cyrus Danielsâ with an illegal attack, but now Hellscream is in the ring! And Vivienne is just assaulting Amber now!
Vasco Dias: Someone needs to make sure that beast stays out of the ring!
{ Vivi continues stomping against Amber a couple of times until Jessica Andrews finally turns around, and then pulls Amber back up and picks her up into SLUMBER PARTY! Vivi picks her up and slams her down three consecutive times before finally rolling her up! }
ONE!
TWO!
THREâ AMBER KICKS OUT!
{ The crowd pops over the kick out, and Amber rolls onto her stomach immediatelyâŚsheâs feeling the effects of it, groaning as she crawls to her own corner, but Vivi grabs her by the ankle â Amber tries to shove her off, but Vivi is dragging her back, and Amber rolls over and kicks her off with as much force as she can! Vivi crashes back against her own corner, and Amber dives for the tag! HELLSCREAM IS IN!
Hellscream and Cyrus enter the ring, and Hellscream with a heavy clothesline that takes down one of the few men that can make the Orc look like an equal! Hellscream beckons Cyrus back up, and unleashes a fury of strikes as Cyrus has no choice but to defend â Cyrus blocks all of the attacks, but is taking a thrashing stillâŚhe is looking for an opening, but Hellscream is still relentless. }
Terri Morasco: Hellscream did nothing wrong, and heâs in with a vengeance!
Vasco Dias: He doesnât belong in the ring! He belongs in jail!
{ Hellscream unleashes a mighty roar and the crowd calls out LOKâTAR OGAR! Hellscream turns toward Cyrus, and pulls him from the corner, but Cyrus is able to connect with a knee to the groin that goes unnoticed by Jessica Andrews! Thatâll knock the wind out of any man or beast. Cyrus shows off his own strength by lifting Hellscream up and putting him down with THE PRICE OF FREEDOM! Vivienne is there to cut off Amber, as Cyrus makes the cover. }
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Alison Valance: Your winners! By way of pinfall! PARTNERS! IN! CRIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!
{ Cyrus has his arm raised as does Vivienne, but Cyrus snatches his arm back a moment later, looking absolutely disgusted by the downed Orc. He scoffs at him as he and Vivienne hold their own arms up in the center of the ring. }
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REVENGE MATCH April Madrox w/ Brooklyn Madrox vs Dean Harper
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Allison Valance: The following Revenge match is scheduled for one fall!
Terri Morasco: Here we are the main event of the October Revolution Pay Per View!!
Vasco Dias: It sounds terrible when you say it.
{The lights throughout the arena flicker and go black, with several of the lights around the entrance seeming to overload, sending sparks flying down the stage. One by one, the screens flicker back to life showing a harvest moon hanging in a cloudy sky as the sound of fluttering wings and screaming crows fills the building. The screens soon swarm with the silhouettes of these birds, drowning out the moon and filling the arena once more in darkness as the opening strings of âThe Devilâs Gonna Comeâ by Raphael Lake & Royal Baggs begins to play.}
âThe Broken and Fallen, dangled souls been sent to burn,
Nowadays they been calling, telling me soon itâs gonna be my turnâŚâ
{A dark red spotlight hits the stage, revealing April standing with her hands on hips.}
âNow I know⌠the Devilâs gonna come when the sun goes downâŚâ
{April makes her way down to the ring, quickly climbing the ring steps and wiping her feet on the apron before stepping into the ring and walking with purpose to the middle of the ring, raising a hand into the air and clenching it into a fist as the house lights return to normal.
But thereâs an added edge to her tonightâher sister, Brooklyn Madrox, is at ringside, visibly seething, glaring daggers at the ramp.}
Allison Valance: First down to the match⌠standing at 5â6ââ weighing in at 141 pounds⌠from Las Vegas, Nevada⌠accompanied to the ring by her sister Brooklyn⌠APRIL MADROX!
Terri Morasco: April and Brooklyn have been sort of silent leading up to this match. But April looks less convinced about this fight.
Vasco Dias: Would you want to get in the ring with this monster?
{Intro of Throne by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play. The arena is plunged into darkness, with only a few spotlights scanning the crowd. As the first verse starts, a low, pulsating beat resonates throughout the arena, building anticipation}
âRemember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothin' could take the pain away "
{As the chorus hits, a sudden explosion of pyrotechnics erupts at the entrance ramp. The spotlights converge to illuminate Dean Harper. He walks down to the ring with his head held high and a wicked smile on his face. He jumps up onto the apron before springing on the bottom rope into the ring. Once in the center of the ring, Dean methodically removing his jacket and tossing it aside, revealing his tattooed muscular physique. The music fades, leaving only the sound of the crowdâs roar and Dean Harper standing in the center of the ring, ready for the battle ahead.}
Allison Valance: Next to the ring, standing at 6â2ââ weighing in at 185 pounds from Sioux Falls, South Dakota⌠DEAN HARPER!
Terri Morasco: Dean has been on a tear this whole gauntlet.
Vasco Dias: Well, sometimes things donât go the way you plan.
{The bell rings, but April hesitates and glances at Brooklyn who is looking up at the ramp as if upset by something.}
Terri Morasco: What isâŚBrooklyn waiting for?
Vasco Dias: Iâm not sure.
{Dean doesnât move, leaning against the ropes waiting for her to go first. Brooklyn jumps onto the ringside with the Ref clearly uncomfortable with it. Brooklyn grabs April and seems to shake her a little pointing at Dean and giving her a pep talk. Dean grins, âTroubles, bubbles?â Brooklyn glares at Dean but puts her forehead against Aprilâs and pushes her forward as she steps off the apron per the refâs instruction.}
Terri Morasco: Something is going on.
Vasco Dias: JUST FIGHT!
{And almost immediately April uses her speed to her advantage, dodging a wild clothesline attempt from Dean. She bounces off the ropes, launching herself at him with a handspring backflip tornado DDT, but Dean counters! He catches her in mid-air and slams her down with a vicious snap suplex.
Dean rises, grinning, but Brooklyn is already screaming at him from the ringside."You're nothing but a coward, Harper!" slamming her hands on the apron}
Terri Morasco: Brooklyn seems upset.
Vasco Dias: No, really?
{Dean shoots a glance at her, the smirk growing wider, but he's barely paying attention to April getting back to her feet behind him.}
Terri Morasco: Well, taking your eyes at the prizeâŚ
Vasco Dias: Yeah, this will beâ
{April takes advantage, springboarding off the ropes and landing a springboard double foot stomp to Deanâs back! Dean stumbles forward into the ropes, clutching his spine. April doesnât let up, running full speed at him with a running double knee strike to his midsection. The crowd pops as Dean slumps against the ropes, gasping for air.
Brooklyn cheers from ringside, "Thatâs right, April! Break him!"}
Terri Morasco: At least Brooklyn isâŚsupporting her sister?
Vasco Dias: Iâm not sure April is convicted for this fight.
{Dean pulls himself up, his face twisted in pain but still carrying that maniacal grin. He taunts Brooklyn, "Is this all your sisterâs got? I was expecting more!" He turns just in time to be hit by Aprilâs corkscrew plancha, sending both of them tumbling to the outside!}
Terri Morasco: Talk shit, get hit.
Vasco Dias: Apparently.
{April rolls to her feet first, but Dean is right behind her, unfazed by the high-flying impact. He grabs her by the hair, yanking her towards the barricade, and with a savage grin, he attempts a Snake Eyes into the steel. April counters at the last second, slipping free and pushing Dean headfirst into the barricade instead! The crowd roars in approval, and Brooklyn is right there, screaming in Deanâs face, "You deserve worse! Youâll regret this!"}
Terri Morasco: Brooklyn is angry.
Vasco Dias: Yeah, I mean, she has a lot of reason to be.
{Dean stumbles back, disoriented, but something dark flashes in his eyes. He locks eyes with Brooklyn and takes a step toward her, almost daring her to get closer. April, sensing the danger, grabs Deanâs arm and pulls him away, rolling him back into the ring.}
Terri Morasco: April going in to save her sister! Love to see it.
Vasco Dias: You would.
{Back inside, April capitalizes on Dean's momentary distraction, hitting him with a barrage of kicksâback heel, roundhouse, standing dropkickâall landing with precision. Dean tries to counter, swinging wildly, but she dodges each one with ease, finally catching him with an enzuigiri to the side of the head.
Dean staggers, and April follows up with her Fishermanâs suplex, bridging for the pin!
1!
2!âDean kicks out!}
Terri Morasco: Close.
Vasco Dias: But still not enough to put him away.
{But Aprilâs not done. She climbs the top rope, signaling for her finisher, Red Riding Hood, the sunset flip backstabber.
But just as she leaps, Dean moves, rolling out of harmâs way. April lands awkwardly, clutching her kneeâthe very one sheâs been trying to protect.}
Terri Morasco: Oh no!
Vasco Dias: That looked like a rough landing.
{Dean sees the opportunity. His smile returns as he stalks over to her, grabbing her by the injured leg. With no hesitation, he slams it down hard on the mat. April cries out, clutching her knee, but Dean isn't done. He drags her to the ropes, placing her leg across the middle rope and viciously stomping on it.
Brooklyn is furious at ringside, screaming, "You disgusting bastard!"}
Terri Morasco: Ref better keep an eye on Brooklyn.
Vasco Dias: Or we could notâŚand really let this match get out of hand.
{Dean looks down at April with that same predatory smile and taunts her sister, "Watch this." He lines up for a running knee strike, targeting the injured leg, but April fights back, using the ropes to pull herself up. She leaps with what little energy she has left and hits Dean with a Jawbreaker! Dean stumbles back, but before she can follow up, her knee gives out, and she crumples to the mat.
The lights throughout the arena flicker and go black, with several of the lights around the entrance seeming to overload, sending sparks flying down the stage. One by one, the screens flicker back to life showing a harvest moon hanging in a cloudy sky as the sound of fluttering wings and screaming crows fills the building. The screens soon swarm with the silhouettes of these birds, drowning out the moon and filling the arena once more in darkness as the opening strings of âThe Devilâs Gonna Comeâ by Raphael Lake & Royal Baggs begins to play.}
âThe Broken and Fallen, dangled souls been sent to burn,
Nowadays they been calling, telling me soon itâs gonna be my turnâŚâ
{A dark red spotlight hits the stage, revealing three figures. They stand together at the top of the ramp. Shea OâHara in the center, with Vivienne Daniels on her left and Mai Everstone on her right.
Shea leads Viv and Mai down the ramp slowly. At the foot of the ramp, Brooklyn doesnât seem too pleased and gets in the faces of all three girls, trying to discipline her group. Dean seems a little confused as we pick up some of Brooklynâs admonition.}
Brooklyn Madrox: Where the fuck have you all been?! You were supposed to be here to take his bitch ass out at the beginning of the match!
Shea OâHara: Better late than never. Now, are you gonna let us do what we came to do then or not? I can handle Dean HarperâŚ
{Shea smirks at Brooklyn, who smiles back.}
Brooklyn Madrox: Then by all means, please do. Make him pay for what heâs done to my family!
{Shea nods as Brooklyn steps aside. Shea jumps up on the apron, looking Dean dead in the eyes. Vivienne jumps up on one side, Mai on the other, and finally Brooklyn herself on the fourth. Dean is now surrounded by The Murder on all sides, reminiscent of how he used to lead the charge of The Pack as Rowan MacDonnoughâs most loyal soldier, so he knew exactly the kind of unwavering loyalty that just her name demanded. Dean looks at each Murder member a moment as if considering his options, he then turns and smiles at the member who is most like he used to be, Vivienne Daniels.}
Dean Harper: What? No pet bigot to back you up, Starlight? Iâm almost insulted.
Vivienne Daniels: I donât need him to handle my business with you.
Dean Harper: Come on thenâŚ
{Dean motions for Vivienne to get in. She is the first, then Brooklyn, Mai seems hesitant and looks at Shea for guidance and reassurance that they were really going to do this, really attack the man sheâd admired for years professionally.
Brooklyn seems annoyed at the hesitation and yells at Mai to do as sheâs told, but upon seeing this scolding of her friend, Shea is the first to shake her head and drop down off the apron.
Mai seems genuinely relieved as she follows Sheaâs lead and also drops off the apron, going over to join Shea on her side on the outside. Brooklyn is genuinely irate and yells at Vivienne to remember why theyâre doing this. Vivienne looks at Brooklyn, then at Shea and then back at Brooklyn, her reluctance clear - torn between her best friend and her leader, torn between her friendship and her loyalty to Rowan. It takes a few moments but Vivienne finally tells Brooklyn âNot like this,â as she leaves the ring and joins Shea on her other side, having ultimately chosen her best friend over her need for vengeance. She had a family to think about now, going to war and risking being injured by Dean wasnât worth it. Shea embraces Vivienne and assures her she did the right thing.
Brooklyn is practically beside herself in disbelief at the mutiny that was happening before her.}
Terri Morasco: This is a shocking moment. Did The Murder just break upâŚbecause they are tired of going after Dean?
Vasco Dias: Where is the ref? Are they checking twitter again?
{Dean looks over at Shea a moment, who playfully winks at him, causing him to blink, and be distracted enough to be caught by a slap from Brooklyn. This seems to refocus Dean on the task in hand. Shea led Mai and Vivienne away, their choices made, no longer part of Brooklynâs war on Dean Harper. They leave up the ramp and disappear behind the curtain.
A match was still in progress for Dean however. He wastes no more time, rushing in and grabbing April, pulling her up for Clipped Wings, the double underhook lifting piledriver. April is defenseless as Dean drives her head into the mat with a sickening impact, right in front of her sister Brooklyn. Dean turns to glare at Brooklyn, who seems to hesitate without the safety of her reinforcements and she backs off, deciding there would be another day to settle this. The crowd gasps as Dean goes for the cover.
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Allison Valance: Your winner by pin fall⌠Dean Harper!
Terri Morasco: A really intense match both in action and what it means for The Murder.
Vasco Dias: Iâm sure there will be lasting repercussions.
{The bell rings, and Dean rises, victorious. But his attention is on Brooklyn now, who is livid, yelling at him, but still hesitating from actually attacking him on her own. Dean leans over the ropes, grinning at her, his voice dripping with mockery. "What's the matter, Little Sister? Iâm right here!â
Brooklyn glares back, fury burning in her eyes as she screams, "Youâll pay for this, Dean! I swear it!"
Dean just smirked and turned his back, walking out of the ring with a swagger, leaving April on the mat and her sister fuming with rage, promising revenge. }
Terri Morasco: WellâŚthanks for joining us for October Revolution.
Vasco Dias: Itâs been a hell of a night!
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Well howdy there pardner.