Post by Zack Goldman on Sept 2, 2016 23:47:19 GMT -6
Live from Newark, New Jersey
Prudential Center
Prudential Center
Opening Segment
Tonight's show opens up with Zack Goldman sitting inside his office, behind a oak desk. A few papers in front of him and a smile on his face. He looks down at his stack of papers before looking up at the camera again.
Zack Goldman: Thank you everyone for again tuning into Mayhem here tonight, tonight we get to find out just who will get the first overall pick in the draft. Names such as Alex Jones, Dexter Anthony, Quinn Rivers, Alyce Kessler, Serenity Wilson and Keegan Ryan. Many more names but we can't get to them all. Every last one of them are inside this draft, everyone of them will get drafted by either Showdown or Mayhem. But, as I said before anyone down in Legacy will also have the chance to get drafted to either show as well. If either Miss. Thomas or Mister Ward would like to get them drafted then they will be...now, without any further a due..the brand that will be getting the number one pick of the draft...
He pauses for a second and smirks.
Zack Goldman: Sienna Thomas will get the first ever draft pick of the Honor Wrestling draft. Congratulations and best of luck to everyone in the draft on September 10th.
Reese Spencer vs Latoya HixxZack Goldman: Thank you everyone for again tuning into Mayhem here tonight, tonight we get to find out just who will get the first overall pick in the draft. Names such as Alex Jones, Dexter Anthony, Quinn Rivers, Alyce Kessler, Serenity Wilson and Keegan Ryan. Many more names but we can't get to them all. Every last one of them are inside this draft, everyone of them will get drafted by either Showdown or Mayhem. But, as I said before anyone down in Legacy will also have the chance to get drafted to either show as well. If either Miss. Thomas or Mister Ward would like to get them drafted then they will be...now, without any further a due..the brand that will be getting the number one pick of the draft...
He pauses for a second and smirks.
Zack Goldman: Sienna Thomas will get the first ever draft pick of the Honor Wrestling draft. Congratulations and best of luck to everyone in the draft on September 10th.
Latoya Hixx music begins to play when she comes out and points on stage and walks down the ramp in high fives her fans and gets in the ring in points again and stands there in waits for her Opponent.
Steve Jennings: Latoya looking her usual lovely self.
Jack Van Doe: And with Reese Spencer already in the ring, the match is ready to get underway.
Latoya and Reese lock up, Latoya makes quick work of barreling back against Reese and knocking her off her feet, once Spencer is down Latoya goes to town stomping on the centre of Reese’s body. She then reaches down and pulls Resse up by hair, once both women are to their feet Hixx bounces Spencer off the ropes and into a clothes line, taking her back down with ease.
As Hixx goes to step over Reese though, she is slammed down to the mat with a drop toe hold, Reese then rolls Hiix up for just a two count before Hixx pushes out up onto her knees, as Spencer comes back at her, she drives her shoulder up into Reese’s gut.
Jack Van Doe: Man, that could have been a quick end there.
Steve Jennings: Reese tried to capitalise but just fell short…
Hixx wraps her arms around Spencer as she gets to her feet and nails a belly to belly duplex, immediately picking Spencer up for a second executing that as well; as she goes for a third though, Reese gets an elbow up and smashes it into Latoya’s nose forcing her to break her hold and take a step back.
Latoya takes a minute to shake the cobwebs before getting right back into it, she strokes an uppercut across Reese’s check forcing her to back up, landing a couple more in quick succession backing her against the turnbuckle. Hixx drops lower to drive her shoulder into Reese’s gut a few times, collapsing Reese’s body into the corner against the turnbuckle.
Steve Jennings: And this could be it for Reese Spencer…
Hixx then backs up a little with a smirk on her face, she calls Reese Spencer out of the corner and she walks straight into the Chick Kick, hitting the mat hard, Latoya Hixx covers for the three count.
Jack Van Doe: Latoya Hixx made quick work of Reese Spencer tonight.
Courtney Leinart vs Melissa ReevesSteve Jennings: Latoya looking her usual lovely self.
Jack Van Doe: And with Reese Spencer already in the ring, the match is ready to get underway.
Latoya and Reese lock up, Latoya makes quick work of barreling back against Reese and knocking her off her feet, once Spencer is down Latoya goes to town stomping on the centre of Reese’s body. She then reaches down and pulls Resse up by hair, once both women are to their feet Hixx bounces Spencer off the ropes and into a clothes line, taking her back down with ease.
As Hixx goes to step over Reese though, she is slammed down to the mat with a drop toe hold, Reese then rolls Hiix up for just a two count before Hixx pushes out up onto her knees, as Spencer comes back at her, she drives her shoulder up into Reese’s gut.
Jack Van Doe: Man, that could have been a quick end there.
Steve Jennings: Reese tried to capitalise but just fell short…
Hixx wraps her arms around Spencer as she gets to her feet and nails a belly to belly duplex, immediately picking Spencer up for a second executing that as well; as she goes for a third though, Reese gets an elbow up and smashes it into Latoya’s nose forcing her to break her hold and take a step back.
Latoya takes a minute to shake the cobwebs before getting right back into it, she strokes an uppercut across Reese’s check forcing her to back up, landing a couple more in quick succession backing her against the turnbuckle. Hixx drops lower to drive her shoulder into Reese’s gut a few times, collapsing Reese’s body into the corner against the turnbuckle.
Steve Jennings: And this could be it for Reese Spencer…
Hixx then backs up a little with a smirk on her face, she calls Reese Spencer out of the corner and she walks straight into the Chick Kick, hitting the mat hard, Latoya Hixx covers for the three count.
Jack Van Doe: Latoya Hixx made quick work of Reese Spencer tonight.
Matt Acid vs Erik Dafoe
As just walked in by Kenny Rogers and the first edition hits, the lights in the arena begin to pulse, alternating between vibrant reds and blues. As the music plays on, and the lights continue to pulse, Matt Acid pushes past the velvety cloth dropped over the entrance way. The fans cheer, and the tippy one walks down the long metal walk way a grin permanently etched onto his face. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Matt interacts with the fans a little, before turning his attention back to business and entering the Squared Circle.
Nathan Frost: Now in the ring, standing 6’3 and weighing 225 pounds from an alternate reality...MATTT ACCCCIIIID
Steve Jennings: This guy..he’s...he’s a little out there...
Jack Van Doe: A little?...he must have dropped a lot of Acid…
Steve Jennings: LIKE HIS NAME!!!
Jack Van Doe: *audible sigh*
As "Dry The River" by Maylene and the Sons of Disaster begins to play, Erik Dafoe calmly steps out from behind the curtain. He stoically strolls to the ring, slides in and goes to his corner. "Dry The River" fading away.
Nathan Frost: Now coming to the ring from Richmond Virginia, standing 6’1 weighing in at 222 pounds Errrrik Daffffoooooeee
Jack Van Doe: Eric looks focused tonight.
Steve Jennings: He’ll have top be facing Matt Acid...the weird dude….
The bell rings but before they can lock up or anything of the sort Matt Acid grabs the referee and starts reading him the riot act, the referee looks confused as Erik dafoe just stands and watched almost speechless. Acid checks the referee down for foreign objects and then calls for the bell to be rung again. Dafoe steps forward and goes to lock up but Matt instead locks up with the referee. He pushes him into the corner and holds him there while the fans count and reach a four before Matt offers a clean break.
Steve Jennings: I….I have no idea what’s going on here...
Jack Van Doe:Uh…..maybe in his reality Eric Dafoe looks like a referee?
Matt backs off with his arms in the air Dafoe shakes his head and slams into the back of Matt Acids head with a clothesline. Acid hits the mat and Dafore stomps him down over and over as the referee snaps out of the confusion. Dafoe looks down at Acid and shakes his head before pulling him up and throwing him into the ropes, he pops Acid up and hits a European uppercut sending Acid crumbling to the mat, Dafoe wastes no time and mounts Acid raining down hard right hands over and over, each one connecting with Acid forehead. He stops and gets to his feet as the crowd boo. Dafoe simply shrugs them off and calls for Acid to get up.
As Acid does Dafoe goes for a big boot, Acid is able to duck it and fire off a few right hands, Dafore reels back as Acid gains the upper hand, he backs Dafoe into the ropes and whips him across the ring, Acid leaps in the air hitting a cross body sending Dafoe down hard. Acid pops up and as Dafoe does to Acid meets him with a spinning heel kick followed by a ddt as Dafoe doubles over. Acid pins 1…..2..Dafoe kicks out
Steve Jennings: Fast pace here Jack
Jack Van Doe: Yeah it is Steve, these two guys can go…
Acid climbs to the top rope and goes for a frog splash, Dafore moves and Acid crashes to the mat, Dafoe grabs Acid and goes for a belly to back suplex, Acid reverses is and lands on his feet with Dafoe’s head under his arm, he hits a headlock driver and po9ps up calling for the acid trip, Dafoe holds his head and gets to his feet, Acid goes for it but Dafoe catches him and throws him off, as Acid lands Dafoe kicks him in the stomach and hits his snap double under hook ddt he calls the Saturday night special he pins 1….2….3
Steve Jennings: Who is this?
Jack Van Doe: It seems that a fan has jumped over the railing here. Where is security?
Steve Jennings: Where indeed?
The figure stands there as Dafoe turns around and gets in the figure's face. The two stare each other down for a moment as Matt Acid gets to his feet. Then the figure pushes Dafoe out of the way and starts attacking Matt Acid. Dafoe stands there and watches this go down.
Jack Van Doe: This fool is attacking one of our guys and Dafoe is doing nothing about it.
Steve Jennings: Dafoe's not wanting to get involved. He sees it as not his problem.
Then the figure lifts Acid into a sidewalk slam. He looks at Dafoe who bounces off the ropes and delivers a wicked boot to the skull of Matt Acid. Then security comes down sending the figure bolting out of the ring and back over the guard railing. Dafoe shrugs and exits the ring. He then looks out at the crowd before exiting the ringside area.
Nathan Frost: Now in the ring, standing 6’3 and weighing 225 pounds from an alternate reality...MATTT ACCCCIIIID
Steve Jennings: This guy..he’s...he’s a little out there...
Jack Van Doe: A little?...he must have dropped a lot of Acid…
Steve Jennings: LIKE HIS NAME!!!
Jack Van Doe: *audible sigh*
As "Dry The River" by Maylene and the Sons of Disaster begins to play, Erik Dafoe calmly steps out from behind the curtain. He stoically strolls to the ring, slides in and goes to his corner. "Dry The River" fading away.
Nathan Frost: Now coming to the ring from Richmond Virginia, standing 6’1 weighing in at 222 pounds Errrrik Daffffoooooeee
Jack Van Doe: Eric looks focused tonight.
Steve Jennings: He’ll have top be facing Matt Acid...the weird dude….
The bell rings but before they can lock up or anything of the sort Matt Acid grabs the referee and starts reading him the riot act, the referee looks confused as Erik dafoe just stands and watched almost speechless. Acid checks the referee down for foreign objects and then calls for the bell to be rung again. Dafoe steps forward and goes to lock up but Matt instead locks up with the referee. He pushes him into the corner and holds him there while the fans count and reach a four before Matt offers a clean break.
Steve Jennings: I….I have no idea what’s going on here...
Jack Van Doe:Uh…..maybe in his reality Eric Dafoe looks like a referee?
Matt backs off with his arms in the air Dafoe shakes his head and slams into the back of Matt Acids head with a clothesline. Acid hits the mat and Dafore stomps him down over and over as the referee snaps out of the confusion. Dafoe looks down at Acid and shakes his head before pulling him up and throwing him into the ropes, he pops Acid up and hits a European uppercut sending Acid crumbling to the mat, Dafoe wastes no time and mounts Acid raining down hard right hands over and over, each one connecting with Acid forehead. He stops and gets to his feet as the crowd boo. Dafoe simply shrugs them off and calls for Acid to get up.
As Acid does Dafoe goes for a big boot, Acid is able to duck it and fire off a few right hands, Dafore reels back as Acid gains the upper hand, he backs Dafoe into the ropes and whips him across the ring, Acid leaps in the air hitting a cross body sending Dafoe down hard. Acid pops up and as Dafoe does to Acid meets him with a spinning heel kick followed by a ddt as Dafoe doubles over. Acid pins 1…..2..Dafoe kicks out
Steve Jennings: Fast pace here Jack
Jack Van Doe: Yeah it is Steve, these two guys can go…
Acid climbs to the top rope and goes for a frog splash, Dafore moves and Acid crashes to the mat, Dafoe grabs Acid and goes for a belly to back suplex, Acid reverses is and lands on his feet with Dafoe’s head under his arm, he hits a headlock driver and po9ps up calling for the acid trip, Dafoe holds his head and gets to his feet, Acid goes for it but Dafoe catches him and throws him off, as Acid lands Dafoe kicks him in the stomach and hits his snap double under hook ddt he calls the Saturday night special he pins 1….2….3
MAYHEM Segment
Dafoe stands there for a moment as a hooded figure jumps the railing and slides into the ring.Steve Jennings: Who is this?
Jack Van Doe: It seems that a fan has jumped over the railing here. Where is security?
Steve Jennings: Where indeed?
The figure stands there as Dafoe turns around and gets in the figure's face. The two stare each other down for a moment as Matt Acid gets to his feet. Then the figure pushes Dafoe out of the way and starts attacking Matt Acid. Dafoe stands there and watches this go down.
Jack Van Doe: This fool is attacking one of our guys and Dafoe is doing nothing about it.
Steve Jennings: Dafoe's not wanting to get involved. He sees it as not his problem.
Then the figure lifts Acid into a sidewalk slam. He looks at Dafoe who bounces off the ropes and delivers a wicked boot to the skull of Matt Acid. Then security comes down sending the figure bolting out of the ring and back over the guard railing. Dafoe shrugs and exits the ring. He then looks out at the crowd before exiting the ringside area.
Back from commercial break, the camera’s fade in on the arena. As the opening to Killswitch Engage's No End in Sight plays, Melissa Reeves appears from behind the curtain. Pausing to look out at her fans, she raises her hands up and down, motioning to the fans to get pumped. She moves down the few steps and then heads toward the ring, slapping her hands against those held out by the fans in attendance.
Daisie Daughtry: “Introducing first, standing five foot four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds, she is Reaver… MELISSA REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVES!!!!!!!”
Melissa reaches the ring steps and climbs, taking hold of the ring post. She stops and looks out to the crowd, waving her arms up and down again. Entering the ring between the top and second rope, the young lady moves to the nearest corner, which she leans her back against. As she stares up the entrance ramp waiting for her opponent the lights again dim down around the arena as the song by Killswitch Engage ends and then is replaced by Chanel West Coasts “Tease.” Courtney Leinhart emerges from the backstage area, flaunting her “fabulous” body the whole way down the entrance ramp before sliding into the ring.
Daisie Daughtry: “And her opponent, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at one hundred ten pounds… she is The Babe of Staten Island…. COURTNEEEYYYYYYY LEEEEINNHAAARRRRRTTTTTTT!!!!!!”
Steve Jennings: “Well folks what a pleasure this match should be to watch. Both ladies had plenty to say in the build up and I’ll be honest, I’ve been anticipating this match all week long.”
With both women ready to go the referee signals for the start of the match and the two collide in the center of the ring, locking each other up. Though Courtney has the slight height advantage it’s Melissa who has the weight advantage and manages to muscle the Staten Island female back into the corner where she lowers her shoulder and immediately assaults Courtney’s abdomen with battering ram shoulder thrusts. Three connect before Courtney manages to show off her agility and leapfrog Melissa, dropping to the ground and rolling her up for a one count before Melissa kicked out. Both women spin back to their feet with Reeves swinging wildly and missing. Courtney counters with a quick neckbreaker and again goes for the cover. This time she manages to get a quick two count but Melissa Reeves gets her shoulder up and rolls back to a kneeling position as Courtney urges the referee to count faster.
Steve Jennings: “I’ll be honest with you, I was a bit worried about Courtney tonight guys?”
Dick Van Doe: “She did stretch herself a bit thin this week, didn’t she Bill? I recall numerous times she was involved in spats on social media with female competitors who aren’t even a part of Honor Wrestling.”
Steve Jennings: “Exactly. But it doesn’t seem to have effected her too much as she’s holding her own quite well in the early going here against Melissa Reeves.”
Leinhart takes control of the match with a quick dropkick to the knee before grabbing a handful of hair and spiking Reeves face first into the mat. She then lands two kicks to her opponents side, forcing her to roll over onto her back in an effort to avoid the blows. Leinhart moves towards the nearby ropes and leaps, springboarding off of the middle rope and flipping over, her body landing perfectly across the torso of Melissa Reeves with a nice springboard moonsault. Courtney once again hooks the leg and just as she had the previous two times, Melissa Reeves gets her shoulder up before the three could be counted. Frustrated, Courtney slaps the mat and shouts at the referee once more. With a handful of hair, she then proceeds to bash Melissa’s head off the mat relentlessly before the referee begins to count to five. It’s not until he nearly reaches five that the babe from Staten Island finally relents, jerking her arm away from the referee who dared to touch her to try and pull her away and give the necessary separation. Having none of that idea, Courtney again plants another stiff kick to the side of her opponent.
Dick Van Doe: “Dammmmmmnnnnn that one’s got a mean streak.”
Steve Jennings: “Indeed she does, Dick, and she’s making sure Melissa Reeves doesn’t forget it.”
Having finally managed to separate the two women, the referee allows the match to continue. Sensing that she could soon truly put the match away, Courtney closes on Melissa and tries to grab hold of her but Reeves counters with a knee to the stomach, repaying Courtney from an earlier assault. Immediately Reeves wraps her arms around the waist of Courtney and tosses her overhead, a stunning belly to belly suplex showing just how technically gifted she truly is.
Dick Van Doe: “Well it’s not every day you see women executing those kind of skillful maneuvers.”
Steve Jennings: “ANYWAYYYYY! Regardless of the rarity of the maneuver it was certainly well done and a sight to see.”
Leinhart is back to her feet in an instant and charges at Rivers, but is taken down with a drop toe hold. Once again both women climb back to their feet and Leinhart charges, feeling the momentum slipping away from her and desperately trying to hold onto it. Rivers side steps and takes her down to the mat with a hip toss once more. The impact stuns Leinhart enough that it allows Melissa to lock in a firm enough grapple and then deliver a spinning spinebuster.
Steve Jennings: “Just like that this match is all Melissa Reeves.”
Dick Van Doe: “That one is in trouble!”
Steve Jennings: “FACIAL DECONSTRUCTOR!”
Indeed, Reevess had waited until the moment where Courtney Leinhart was up on wobbly legs to turn her and place both of her knees right under her jaw, dropping down to the mat and allowing the full weight of Leinharts sternum and chin to drop onto her legs. Without wasting any time, Reeves immediately rolls her opponent up into a pin and the referee slides in to count the pinfall.
Crowd: “ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”
Melissa sits up as soon as the three is counted and sighs a deep breath of relief, knowing that things were far closer than she had wanted them to be. With a smile on her face, the referee raises her hand in the air in victory.
Nathan Frost: “Your winner by pinfall… MELISSA REEEEEEEEEEEVES!!!!!!!!!”
Alex Jones: I'm sorry that you're all a bunch of gullible morons who honestly believed I would let someone...anyone....hurt the love of my life Ana Valentine-Jones. I'm sorry that I'm smarter than all of you and I know how to get what I want....
He laughs and takes the glasses off leaning forward looking directly into the camera.
Alex Jones: And most of all I'm sorry to Gabriel Griffin. I'm sorry that you misguided sense of morality and Honor blinded you to the fact that you aren't in my league and you're not smart enough to see that you were being played like the punk you are....
Alex smiles and leans back, he adjusts his suit and turns but then stops with a laugh.
Alex Jones: Oh wait...wait...I forgot one. To Dexter Anthony, I'm sorry....that the first ever Honor Champion is going to be....me.....and not you. This place needs a real champion, a franchise player, the face of the company....this place needs Alex Jones......and that's what it's going to get
Steven Gray vs Ryuji TakahashiDaisie Daughtry: “Introducing first, standing five foot four inches tall and weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds, she is Reaver… MELISSA REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVES!!!!!!!”
Melissa reaches the ring steps and climbs, taking hold of the ring post. She stops and looks out to the crowd, waving her arms up and down again. Entering the ring between the top and second rope, the young lady moves to the nearest corner, which she leans her back against. As she stares up the entrance ramp waiting for her opponent the lights again dim down around the arena as the song by Killswitch Engage ends and then is replaced by Chanel West Coasts “Tease.” Courtney Leinhart emerges from the backstage area, flaunting her “fabulous” body the whole way down the entrance ramp before sliding into the ring.
Daisie Daughtry: “And her opponent, standing five feet five inches tall and weighing in at one hundred ten pounds… she is The Babe of Staten Island…. COURTNEEEYYYYYYY LEEEEINNHAAARRRRRTTTTTTT!!!!!!”
Steve Jennings: “Well folks what a pleasure this match should be to watch. Both ladies had plenty to say in the build up and I’ll be honest, I’ve been anticipating this match all week long.”
With both women ready to go the referee signals for the start of the match and the two collide in the center of the ring, locking each other up. Though Courtney has the slight height advantage it’s Melissa who has the weight advantage and manages to muscle the Staten Island female back into the corner where she lowers her shoulder and immediately assaults Courtney’s abdomen with battering ram shoulder thrusts. Three connect before Courtney manages to show off her agility and leapfrog Melissa, dropping to the ground and rolling her up for a one count before Melissa kicked out. Both women spin back to their feet with Reeves swinging wildly and missing. Courtney counters with a quick neckbreaker and again goes for the cover. This time she manages to get a quick two count but Melissa Reeves gets her shoulder up and rolls back to a kneeling position as Courtney urges the referee to count faster.
Steve Jennings: “I’ll be honest with you, I was a bit worried about Courtney tonight guys?”
Dick Van Doe: “She did stretch herself a bit thin this week, didn’t she Bill? I recall numerous times she was involved in spats on social media with female competitors who aren’t even a part of Honor Wrestling.”
Steve Jennings: “Exactly. But it doesn’t seem to have effected her too much as she’s holding her own quite well in the early going here against Melissa Reeves.”
Leinhart takes control of the match with a quick dropkick to the knee before grabbing a handful of hair and spiking Reeves face first into the mat. She then lands two kicks to her opponents side, forcing her to roll over onto her back in an effort to avoid the blows. Leinhart moves towards the nearby ropes and leaps, springboarding off of the middle rope and flipping over, her body landing perfectly across the torso of Melissa Reeves with a nice springboard moonsault. Courtney once again hooks the leg and just as she had the previous two times, Melissa Reeves gets her shoulder up before the three could be counted. Frustrated, Courtney slaps the mat and shouts at the referee once more. With a handful of hair, she then proceeds to bash Melissa’s head off the mat relentlessly before the referee begins to count to five. It’s not until he nearly reaches five that the babe from Staten Island finally relents, jerking her arm away from the referee who dared to touch her to try and pull her away and give the necessary separation. Having none of that idea, Courtney again plants another stiff kick to the side of her opponent.
Dick Van Doe: “Dammmmmmnnnnn that one’s got a mean streak.”
Steve Jennings: “Indeed she does, Dick, and she’s making sure Melissa Reeves doesn’t forget it.”
Having finally managed to separate the two women, the referee allows the match to continue. Sensing that she could soon truly put the match away, Courtney closes on Melissa and tries to grab hold of her but Reeves counters with a knee to the stomach, repaying Courtney from an earlier assault. Immediately Reeves wraps her arms around the waist of Courtney and tosses her overhead, a stunning belly to belly suplex showing just how technically gifted she truly is.
Dick Van Doe: “Well it’s not every day you see women executing those kind of skillful maneuvers.”
Steve Jennings: “ANYWAYYYYY! Regardless of the rarity of the maneuver it was certainly well done and a sight to see.”
Leinhart is back to her feet in an instant and charges at Rivers, but is taken down with a drop toe hold. Once again both women climb back to their feet and Leinhart charges, feeling the momentum slipping away from her and desperately trying to hold onto it. Rivers side steps and takes her down to the mat with a hip toss once more. The impact stuns Leinhart enough that it allows Melissa to lock in a firm enough grapple and then deliver a spinning spinebuster.
Steve Jennings: “Just like that this match is all Melissa Reeves.”
Dick Van Doe: “That one is in trouble!”
Steve Jennings: “FACIAL DECONSTRUCTOR!”
Indeed, Reevess had waited until the moment where Courtney Leinhart was up on wobbly legs to turn her and place both of her knees right under her jaw, dropping down to the mat and allowing the full weight of Leinharts sternum and chin to drop onto her legs. Without wasting any time, Reeves immediately rolls her opponent up into a pin and the referee slides in to count the pinfall.
Crowd: “ONE! TWO! THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”
Melissa sits up as soon as the three is counted and sighs a deep breath of relief, knowing that things were far closer than she had wanted them to be. With a smile on her face, the referee raises her hand in the air in victory.
Nathan Frost: “Your winner by pinfall… MELISSA REEEEEEEEEEEVES!!!!!!!!!”
MAYHEM Segment
We cut backstage to find Alex Jones in a black and a white undershirt, his long hair tied back as he grips a podium with a microphone, an honor wrestling logo on the front of it. He clears his throat and adjusts some papers in front of himAlex Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen, it has come to my attention that maybe I owe some of you an apology based on what happened a few nights ago on Showdown....
Alex pauses for a moment and sighs pulling a pair of black rimmed glasses out and putting them on.
Alex Jones: On showdown myself along with the Sons of chaos manipulated and deceived the fans of Honor Wrestling as well as many of the roster members and staff. So because of this I would like to say that I'm sorry....
Alex puts his hand over his heart and nods.
Alex pauses for a moment and sighs pulling a pair of black rimmed glasses out and putting them on.
Alex Jones: On showdown myself along with the Sons of chaos manipulated and deceived the fans of Honor Wrestling as well as many of the roster members and staff. So because of this I would like to say that I'm sorry....
Alex puts his hand over his heart and nods.
Alex Jones: I'm sorry that you're all a bunch of gullible morons who honestly believed I would let someone...anyone....hurt the love of my life Ana Valentine-Jones. I'm sorry that I'm smarter than all of you and I know how to get what I want....
He laughs and takes the glasses off leaning forward looking directly into the camera.
Alex Jones: And most of all I'm sorry to Gabriel Griffin. I'm sorry that you misguided sense of morality and Honor blinded you to the fact that you aren't in my league and you're not smart enough to see that you were being played like the punk you are....
Alex smiles and leans back, he adjusts his suit and turns but then stops with a laugh.
Alex Jones: Oh wait...wait...I forgot one. To Dexter Anthony, I'm sorry....that the first ever Honor Champion is going to be....me.....and not you. This place needs a real champion, a franchise player, the face of the company....this place needs Alex Jones......and that's what it's going to get
"Help Is On The Way" by Rise Against plays over the P.A. system as Steven makes his way down the entrance ramp. He has a purpose in his step as he saunters down the ring, before turning left once he reaches the ringside area and climbs up the steel steps. He enters the ring through the top two ropes and does a few stretches against the ropes as he awaits his opponent for the night
Nathan Frost: Now standing in the ring from Toronto Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds and standing 5’11 STEVEN GRAY
Steve Jennings: Gray is a wrestling machine.
Jack Van Doe: He looks it.
The intro of "It Has Begun" plays, just as the main chorus hits Ryuji runs out and looks out at the fans. He smiles as he receives a warm reception before making his way toward the ring. He slaps a few hands before sliding into the ring. He walks around the inside of the ring before stopping and rushing into the middle and poses for the crowd.
Nathan Frost: From Kyoto Japan, he is Kaptain Kawaii, standing 6 foot tall weighing in at 206 pounds RYUJI TAKAHASHI
Jack Van Doe: This guy is athletically gifted…
Steve Jennings: And dangerous with his feet
The bell rings and Gray attacks Takahashi with a hard right hand, he bails him up in the corner and starts laying in a few knees and clubbing blows to Takahashi’s back, he beats him down in the corner before pulling him up and hitting a belly to belly exploder throwing him across the ring, he rushes in and pulls Ryuji up hitting a tiger driver slamming him down, he pins 1….2...Ryuji kicks out.
Gray stays on the attack popping to his feet hitting an elbow drop and then another and another before standing in the corner slapping his thigh, Ryuji pulls himself up looking out of it and Gray runs in for a yakuza kick, Takahashi is able to spin out of the way and as Gray turns he blasts him with a yakuza kick of his own. Gray rolls out of the ring to the floor, Takahashi hits the ropes and then flies through them to the floor onto Gray with a tope con hilo.
Steve Jennings: TOPPPEEE COOON HIIILOOO
Jack Van Doe: The kid can fly…
Takahashi pulls Gray up and rolls him into the ring, he leaps up on the apron and as Gray gets up he springboards off landing on his shoulders bringing him down in a DDT spiking him to the mat hard, Ryuji pins 1...2...Gray kicks out.Ryuji pulls Gray up and sets him in the corner before lifting him up to the top rope, he follows and signals for a top rope rana, he leaps up and wraps his legs around Gray’s head, gray though holds him up and pulls him back upright before leaping off with a sitout powerbomb off the top rope 1….2….Ryuji just kicks out.
Steve Jennings: WOW!
Jack Van Doe: What a move!
Gray rolls out to the apron and grabs the top rope, as Ryuji gets up gray leaps off with a springboard kick connecting with Takahashi, he then pops back to his feet and pulls Kaptain Kawaii to his feet, he then goes for a tornado DDT but Ryuji lands on his feet and hits a knee to Gray’s head, he then picks him up for his fatality, he hits the cutter ands pins 1...2….3
John Blade Jr. vs Aaron MercerNathan Frost: Now standing in the ring from Toronto Canada, weighing in at 212 pounds and standing 5’11 STEVEN GRAY
Steve Jennings: Gray is a wrestling machine.
Jack Van Doe: He looks it.
The intro of "It Has Begun" plays, just as the main chorus hits Ryuji runs out and looks out at the fans. He smiles as he receives a warm reception before making his way toward the ring. He slaps a few hands before sliding into the ring. He walks around the inside of the ring before stopping and rushing into the middle and poses for the crowd.
Nathan Frost: From Kyoto Japan, he is Kaptain Kawaii, standing 6 foot tall weighing in at 206 pounds RYUJI TAKAHASHI
Jack Van Doe: This guy is athletically gifted…
Steve Jennings: And dangerous with his feet
The bell rings and Gray attacks Takahashi with a hard right hand, he bails him up in the corner and starts laying in a few knees and clubbing blows to Takahashi’s back, he beats him down in the corner before pulling him up and hitting a belly to belly exploder throwing him across the ring, he rushes in and pulls Ryuji up hitting a tiger driver slamming him down, he pins 1….2...Ryuji kicks out.
Gray stays on the attack popping to his feet hitting an elbow drop and then another and another before standing in the corner slapping his thigh, Ryuji pulls himself up looking out of it and Gray runs in for a yakuza kick, Takahashi is able to spin out of the way and as Gray turns he blasts him with a yakuza kick of his own. Gray rolls out of the ring to the floor, Takahashi hits the ropes and then flies through them to the floor onto Gray with a tope con hilo.
Steve Jennings: TOPPPEEE COOON HIIILOOO
Jack Van Doe: The kid can fly…
Takahashi pulls Gray up and rolls him into the ring, he leaps up on the apron and as Gray gets up he springboards off landing on his shoulders bringing him down in a DDT spiking him to the mat hard, Ryuji pins 1...2...Gray kicks out.Ryuji pulls Gray up and sets him in the corner before lifting him up to the top rope, he follows and signals for a top rope rana, he leaps up and wraps his legs around Gray’s head, gray though holds him up and pulls him back upright before leaping off with a sitout powerbomb off the top rope 1….2….Ryuji just kicks out.
Steve Jennings: WOW!
Jack Van Doe: What a move!
Gray rolls out to the apron and grabs the top rope, as Ryuji gets up gray leaps off with a springboard kick connecting with Takahashi, he then pops back to his feet and pulls Kaptain Kawaii to his feet, he then goes for a tornado DDT but Ryuji lands on his feet and hits a knee to Gray’s head, he then picks him up for his fatality, he hits the cutter ands pins 1...2….3
Alisa Rutskaya vs Quinn Rivers
Alisa enters the match as a underdog as Quinn Rivers has been on a hot steak of her own as she moves into WrestleBowl looking to become the first ever Honor Wrestling Ladies Champion. Alisa Rutskaya came out to the ring first with massive heat, the next was the fan favorite of the match the one and only Quinn Rivers who came out smiling and slapping hands with the fans that wanted to touch the possible future champion. The match started off as the women tryed for a lock up but Alisa ducked it and mocked her and the American fans which caused Quinn to turn her around and just begin to lay into her with lefts and rights until she was backed into the turnbuckle. The small Rivers climbed the turnbuckles as if she was climbing Mount Everest and began to punch at the head of the Russian Phenom as the crowd counted with every punch.
Alisa came back out of the clothesline with a clothesline that may have almost killed Quinn but with Quinn's never die attitude she began to reverse everything tossed at her way by her opponent and eventually ending the match quickly at the 4:03 mark with her finished, MAYHEM! She hooked the leg and won the match. Was this the future we were seeing? Was Quinn about to be the first ever Ladies Championship?
MAYHEM SegmentAlisa came back out of the clothesline with a clothesline that may have almost killed Quinn but with Quinn's never die attitude she began to reverse everything tossed at her way by her opponent and eventually ending the match quickly at the 4:03 mark with her finished, MAYHEM! She hooked the leg and won the match. Was this the future we were seeing? Was Quinn about to be the first ever Ladies Championship?
The Titantron lights up with a flicker of bright light, as the white light fades out it gives way to the image of a grand, gold gilded throne sat atop a small black stage in an otherwise dark and empty room. Sat in the throne with her legs kicked over one of the arms is Alyce Kessler, as she dangles her feet over the side her shoulder pressed up against the throne, she sneers slightly at the camera.
As her image appears on the screen, the fans begin to react; most boo her but a few die hards still cheer her as she waves at the camera with a small turn of her hand, obviously mimicking the 'Royal' wave from her throne.
Her long blonde curls hang loose over her shoulders and down of the side of the chair, almost touching the floor as she leans her head back with a little laugh, running her hand up the plush Royal Purple velvet chair back. She tilts her head slightly to look at the camera again before she finally pulls up and swings her legs around to sit properly on the throne as she continues to stare out from the Titantron.
Alyce Kessler: Good evening Peasants...
She smirks slightly and rolls her eyes as the boos rise up once more.
Alyce Kessler: Congratulations Quinn on your win tonight; hold onto that feeling... Pull it in real close and grab it with both hands, remember this feeling Quinn, because come Wrestlebowl the only feeling you will have, is complete and utter Desolation when you sate up from the canvas to see me, standing over you, with My Women's Championship held high above my head.
Alyce slowly raises her hand in the air mimicking her hand being held up in victory, she then laughs slightly keeping her hand in the air for a moment.
Alyce Kessler: Wednesday night, I put the entire Women's Division on notice and tonight is no different; I don't care you are.. I don't care where you came from; I don't care what legendary Status you believe yourself to have. I am telling each and every single one of you right now, that this arrogant little rookie is going to take each and every one of your dreams and crush them beneath my boot heel.
And if you don't like it?
Alyce pauses and jutts out her bottom lip as though she is pouting.
Alyce Kessler: Well, too fucking bad. I am the QUEEN of Honor Wrestling, I am Seine Königin.
She reaches up and pretends to place an invisible crown on her head.
Alyce Kessler: And at Wrestlebowl I will be Crowned the First, and True, Women's Champion; And not a single one of you, is going to stop me.
Alyce laughs and blows a kiss to the camera as the feed cuts out.
As her image appears on the screen, the fans begin to react; most boo her but a few die hards still cheer her as she waves at the camera with a small turn of her hand, obviously mimicking the 'Royal' wave from her throne.
Her long blonde curls hang loose over her shoulders and down of the side of the chair, almost touching the floor as she leans her head back with a little laugh, running her hand up the plush Royal Purple velvet chair back. She tilts her head slightly to look at the camera again before she finally pulls up and swings her legs around to sit properly on the throne as she continues to stare out from the Titantron.
Alyce Kessler: Good evening Peasants...
She smirks slightly and rolls her eyes as the boos rise up once more.
Alyce Kessler: Congratulations Quinn on your win tonight; hold onto that feeling... Pull it in real close and grab it with both hands, remember this feeling Quinn, because come Wrestlebowl the only feeling you will have, is complete and utter Desolation when you sate up from the canvas to see me, standing over you, with My Women's Championship held high above my head.
Alyce slowly raises her hand in the air mimicking her hand being held up in victory, she then laughs slightly keeping her hand in the air for a moment.
Alyce Kessler: Wednesday night, I put the entire Women's Division on notice and tonight is no different; I don't care you are.. I don't care where you came from; I don't care what legendary Status you believe yourself to have. I am telling each and every single one of you right now, that this arrogant little rookie is going to take each and every one of your dreams and crush them beneath my boot heel.
And if you don't like it?
Alyce pauses and jutts out her bottom lip as though she is pouting.
Alyce Kessler: Well, too fucking bad. I am the QUEEN of Honor Wrestling, I am Seine Königin.
She reaches up and pretends to place an invisible crown on her head.
Alyce Kessler: And at Wrestlebowl I will be Crowned the First, and True, Women's Champion; And not a single one of you, is going to stop me.
Alyce laughs and blows a kiss to the camera as the feed cuts out.
Nathan Frost: The following match is scheduled for one fall..
"So Long Sentiment" hits the PA, out walks Aaron and Father Stevenson. Father stands there, smirking as Aaron just looks out at the crowd. The pair lock eyes on each other as both start to head to the ring. When they make their way down the ramp, Father Stevenson starts pacing the floor as Aaron makes his way inside the ring. He stands in the center, looking down at the mat, holding one fist up. He then looks to the crowd as his opponent comes out.
Nathan Frost: Now in the ring, residing in Cincinnati Ohio, weighing in at 221 pounds and standing 6’3 AARRRON MEERRCCER
Jack Van Doe: Not to be confused with Austin Mercer…
Steve Jennings: They aren’t related…
Jack Van Doe: And Austin knows how to win…
Steve Jennings: Ouch…..
"Daddy Wasn't There" plays and John Blade JR comes storming out pissed off and rips up any fan sign he can find ESPECIALLY if it is one in favor of his dad. He flips off some fans and steals their food and tosses it at them. Then he gets in ring and shoves the announcer out of his way and goes to his corner.
Nathan Frost: Now in the ring from West Newberry Mass, standing 6’1 and weighing 190 pounds JOHN BLADE JR
Jack Van Doe: The opposite reaction to his daddy…
Steve Jennings: You know it’s impossible for that to be legit right?
Jack Van Doe: John Blade has kids older than him Steve
Steve Jennings: What?...
Jack Van Doe: John Blade doesn’t do push ups...he pushes the world down….
Steve Jennings: Are you high?...
Jack Van Doe: At night the boogyman checks his closet for John Blade…
Steve Jennings: …...I hate you….
The bell rings and Mercer and Blade Jr circle one another, they go to lock up but Junior ducks under and as Mercer turns around he lands a vicious bitch slap, Aaron holds his mouth and looks back at Junior before mouthing “are you serious?” Junior smirks and as Aaron swings Junior ducks and hits a savatte kick, Mercer goes down and Junior stays on him slamming in hard right hands, the referee pulls Junior back and cautions him as Mercers leg was under the bottom rope.
Steve Jennings: Junior is relentless…
Jack Van Doe: The kid has a killer instinct.
Junior pulls Mercer up and pushes him in the corner before hitting a hard headbutt, Mercer shakes it off and seems to wake up grabbing Junior and throwing him in the corner, he hits a few knife edge chops causing loud slap noises to ech through the arena. Mercer warms his hand up and hits another one this time causing Junior to stumble from the corner holding his chest, Mercer hits the ropes and explodes into Junior with a spear going for the pin 1…..2...Junior kicks out.
Jack Van Doe: Wow mercer exploded…
Steve Jennings: But he wasn’t able to put Junior away.
Mercer pops up and calls for Junior to get to his feet, he runs in for the single leg dropkick, Junior though rolls out of the way and Mercer misses the kick crashing into the corner. Junior hits the ropes hitting the springboard stunner he calls the dead daddy, Mercer holds his jaw and falls back before Junio0r climbs to the top and hits the better blade shooting star mushroom stomp going for the pin 1….2...3
Alexis Terry vs Missy"So Long Sentiment" hits the PA, out walks Aaron and Father Stevenson. Father stands there, smirking as Aaron just looks out at the crowd. The pair lock eyes on each other as both start to head to the ring. When they make their way down the ramp, Father Stevenson starts pacing the floor as Aaron makes his way inside the ring. He stands in the center, looking down at the mat, holding one fist up. He then looks to the crowd as his opponent comes out.
Nathan Frost: Now in the ring, residing in Cincinnati Ohio, weighing in at 221 pounds and standing 6’3 AARRRON MEERRCCER
Jack Van Doe: Not to be confused with Austin Mercer…
Steve Jennings: They aren’t related…
Jack Van Doe: And Austin knows how to win…
Steve Jennings: Ouch…..
"Daddy Wasn't There" plays and John Blade JR comes storming out pissed off and rips up any fan sign he can find ESPECIALLY if it is one in favor of his dad. He flips off some fans and steals their food and tosses it at them. Then he gets in ring and shoves the announcer out of his way and goes to his corner.
Nathan Frost: Now in the ring from West Newberry Mass, standing 6’1 and weighing 190 pounds JOHN BLADE JR
Jack Van Doe: The opposite reaction to his daddy…
Steve Jennings: You know it’s impossible for that to be legit right?
Jack Van Doe: John Blade has kids older than him Steve
Steve Jennings: What?...
Jack Van Doe: John Blade doesn’t do push ups...he pushes the world down….
Steve Jennings: Are you high?...
Jack Van Doe: At night the boogyman checks his closet for John Blade…
Steve Jennings: …...I hate you….
The bell rings and Mercer and Blade Jr circle one another, they go to lock up but Junior ducks under and as Mercer turns around he lands a vicious bitch slap, Aaron holds his mouth and looks back at Junior before mouthing “are you serious?” Junior smirks and as Aaron swings Junior ducks and hits a savatte kick, Mercer goes down and Junior stays on him slamming in hard right hands, the referee pulls Junior back and cautions him as Mercers leg was under the bottom rope.
Steve Jennings: Junior is relentless…
Jack Van Doe: The kid has a killer instinct.
Junior pulls Mercer up and pushes him in the corner before hitting a hard headbutt, Mercer shakes it off and seems to wake up grabbing Junior and throwing him in the corner, he hits a few knife edge chops causing loud slap noises to ech through the arena. Mercer warms his hand up and hits another one this time causing Junior to stumble from the corner holding his chest, Mercer hits the ropes and explodes into Junior with a spear going for the pin 1…..2...Junior kicks out.
Jack Van Doe: Wow mercer exploded…
Steve Jennings: But he wasn’t able to put Junior away.
Mercer pops up and calls for Junior to get to his feet, he runs in for the single leg dropkick, Junior though rolls out of the way and Mercer misses the kick crashing into the corner. Junior hits the ropes hitting the springboard stunner he calls the dead daddy, Mercer holds his jaw and falls back before Junio0r climbs to the top and hits the better blade shooting star mushroom stomp going for the pin 1….2...3
Paul Rogers vs Patrick Fisher
Zack Goldman appears on the titan tron as he looks slightly upset before he begins to speak.
Zack Goldman: I regret to inform you that the scheduled contest tonight between Paul Rogers and Patrick Fisher will no longer be happening to due an ongoing legal matter. Sorry to do this to our great wrestling fans but from this moment forward, Paul Rogers is suspended indefinably until this matter is resolved.
Zack Goldman: I regret to inform you that the scheduled contest tonight between Paul Rogers and Patrick Fisher will no longer be happening to due an ongoing legal matter. Sorry to do this to our great wrestling fans but from this moment forward, Paul Rogers is suspended indefinably until this matter is resolved.
This match never got underway due to attack backstage. Alexis Terry was found inside her locker room unconscious as Honor Wrestling officials attended to her. Missy was informed while she was inside of the ring and shrugged to the fans and got onto the microphone to apologize to the fans in attendance that was out of her control. No update was given on the condition of Alexis Terry but she may be out of action for a little bit.
Piper FOX: Ace! I was hoping I could get a few words before your match with Gabriel Griffin tonight.
Ace takes a moment to draw in a deep breath before speaking, his answers cool and collected, measured in response as he stares down Piper.
Ace ANDREWS: I see. And did you talk to my publicist? Did you place a call to my agent? Have you discussed lighting or sound with my production man? No. You just thought you could ambush me. Isn't that right Miss Fox?
Piper FOX: No! Well....I mean....Maybe.....But that's not....
Ace holds up a hand and waves it in front of her face before he sneers.
Ace ANDREWS: No, No. You've already said too much Miss Fox. So just do what your paid to do. Stand there. Hold the microphone. Look pretty. And let me talk. Do you think you can handle that?
Piper goes to respond but the Billionaire Brawler raises a hand to her face, holding it half an inch away from her lips. Shaking his head Ace smiles.
Ace ANDREWS: Don't talk. Just....don't talk. We've heard enough idiocy for the night. No you just stand there, okay? I can play your part. You want to know how I feel about fighting Gabriel Griffin. You want to know my thoughts on the Prestige Title. Maybe even ask me about Justin Spirit or Randy Fields. You see Miss Fox, when it comes to intellectual blessings, I have found myself overflowing. You've been found in the dregs at the bottom of the bottle.
At that moment the door behind them opens and in walks Demmie Mae. Demmie has a straight face on as she steps inside, and Ace turns towards her, giving a small nod of his head.
Ace ANDREWS: Evening Miss Mae.
Demmie Mae: Good Evening, Mr. Andrews.
Demmie walks past, surreptitiously taking the handle of the suitcase and continuing her way while Ace turns back to Piper. Piper raises her hand to point at Demmie but Ace shakes his head.
Ace ANDREWS: No Miss Fox. Don't try and change the subject. You want your answers? Yes I can beat Griffin. As good as he is, he's not on my level. And he never will be. And I do believe that when I reach WrestleBowl I will be leaving it as your NEW HW Prestige Champion, whether Justin Spirit likes it or not. And as for Randy Fields well.....he choked again on Showdown. Once again proving that he is still unworthy of my time....something the two of you have in common. Have a good night, Miss Fox.
And with that Ace turns to walk off, and around the corner, leaving Fox standing there silently for a moment before she groaned and shook her head.
Piper FOX: Man, what an asshole.
Penny Dreadful vs Samantha TolsonMAYHEM Segment
The scene fades in on a shot of Piper Fox hovering near the entryway from the parking lot. She's clearly seeking interviews, and when the doors open she springs out with her microphone at the ready, charging forward to talk to whomever has come through the doors. And in this instance its Ace Andrews, a duffel bag over his shoulder and a suitcase wheeling behind him. Seeing the incoming Interviewer, Ace's eyes widen and he quickly spins back, holding a hand out and muttering a few words out of the camera's reach. Just as Fox reaches him, Ace shuts the door and turns towards her with a small smirk.Piper FOX: Ace! I was hoping I could get a few words before your match with Gabriel Griffin tonight.
Ace takes a moment to draw in a deep breath before speaking, his answers cool and collected, measured in response as he stares down Piper.
Ace ANDREWS: I see. And did you talk to my publicist? Did you place a call to my agent? Have you discussed lighting or sound with my production man? No. You just thought you could ambush me. Isn't that right Miss Fox?
Piper FOX: No! Well....I mean....Maybe.....But that's not....
Ace holds up a hand and waves it in front of her face before he sneers.
Ace ANDREWS: No, No. You've already said too much Miss Fox. So just do what your paid to do. Stand there. Hold the microphone. Look pretty. And let me talk. Do you think you can handle that?
Piper goes to respond but the Billionaire Brawler raises a hand to her face, holding it half an inch away from her lips. Shaking his head Ace smiles.
Ace ANDREWS: Don't talk. Just....don't talk. We've heard enough idiocy for the night. No you just stand there, okay? I can play your part. You want to know how I feel about fighting Gabriel Griffin. You want to know my thoughts on the Prestige Title. Maybe even ask me about Justin Spirit or Randy Fields. You see Miss Fox, when it comes to intellectual blessings, I have found myself overflowing. You've been found in the dregs at the bottom of the bottle.
At that moment the door behind them opens and in walks Demmie Mae. Demmie has a straight face on as she steps inside, and Ace turns towards her, giving a small nod of his head.
Ace ANDREWS: Evening Miss Mae.
Demmie Mae: Good Evening, Mr. Andrews.
Demmie walks past, surreptitiously taking the handle of the suitcase and continuing her way while Ace turns back to Piper. Piper raises her hand to point at Demmie but Ace shakes his head.
Ace ANDREWS: No Miss Fox. Don't try and change the subject. You want your answers? Yes I can beat Griffin. As good as he is, he's not on my level. And he never will be. And I do believe that when I reach WrestleBowl I will be leaving it as your NEW HW Prestige Champion, whether Justin Spirit likes it or not. And as for Randy Fields well.....he choked again on Showdown. Once again proving that he is still unworthy of my time....something the two of you have in common. Have a good night, Miss Fox.
And with that Ace turns to walk off, and around the corner, leaving Fox standing there silently for a moment before she groaned and shook her head.
Piper FOX: Man, what an asshole.
Penny is already standing in the ring as the camera’s fade back in. The lights go down in the arena, and the hard guitar opening of Superchick's "Hey Hey" begins to filter through the sound system.
Some people you can never please
You might as well just let them be
They mock everything not their own
From their imaginary throne
(whispered)
But I won't bow down
Even if the whole world
Thinks I'm crazy
Samantha Tolson then steps out onto the entryway, throwing a couple of gentle punches at the air, then a kick or two before raising her arms to the cheering crowd.
So hey hey
This song is for us
So put your hands in the air
If you're crazy like us
Hey hey
Hey hey
That's freedom you hear
Comin' right to your ear
That's the sound from our bus
Hey hey
Samantha slaps fives with those along the aisle, walking slowly toward the ring, then around it, continuing to greet the fans.
Hey!
Tolson pumps her right hand, balled into a fist, into the air in time with the chant.
Hey!
And does it a second time on the second chant.
Why try to be like someone else
When you can only be yourself
No one can sing the song you do
Be true be legendary you
So I won't sell out
Even if the whole world
Thinks I'm crazy
Samantha finally makes her way to ringside, leaping from a flat-footed stance on the floor straight onto the apron, then slingshots herself into the ring asthe announcer makes his announcement.
Daisie Daughtry: “Coming to the ring/And her opponent….she is from Jefferson City, Missouri….the first female graduate of Camp Nightfall...standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in this morning at one-hundred fifty-eight pounds….she is….”NO GIMMICKS NEEDED” SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!
So hey hey
This song is for us
So put your hands in the air
If you're crazy like us
Hey hey
Hey hey
That's freedom you hear
Comin' right to your ear
That's the sound from our bus
Hey hey
The rock anthem begins to fade out as Samantha stretches on the ropes, awaiting the bell. The two women stare each other down as referee Ed Danielson looks to both women to make sure they’re ready to compete. A moment later he signals for the bell and the match is immediately underway with Samantha Tolson closing the distance between the two and forcing Penny back the corner with repeated clubbing blows to the face. Once she has Penny in the corner, Samantha lashes out with a vicious knife edge chop to the chest before grabbing Penny by the arm and irish whipping her into the other corner. Not one to let her opponent get too far away from her, Samantha sprints after Penny and launches herself into the air just as Penny slams back first into the turnbuckle. Sam connects with a beautiful executed body splash, backing up as soon as her feet touched the mat to allow Penny to stumble out of the corner in a daze, clearly having not expected her opponent to be as aggressive as she had been from the very get go. Refusing to waste any time or momentum, Samantha hooks the arm of her opponent and takes her down with a flawless arm drag take down which she chains into a nice technical hold, applying pressure to the shoulder of Penny Dreadful.
Dick Van Doe: “Samantha Tolson is making sure the world knows that we’ve got some of the top female competitors in the business right here in Honor Wrestling.”
Steve Jennings: “Okayyyyyyy back to the action. It’s been all Sam Tolson so far and she’s not showing any signs of slowing down.”
Indeed, Samantha was continuing to apply pressure to the shoulder of her opponent, wrenching her arm in a clearly uncomfortable direction. Slowly, Penny manages to work her way back to her feet and get some seperation by backing Sam into the ropes, forcing the referee to break the hold that she had still managed to keep applied. As soon as the referee allowed the action to continue Penny landed a few quick strikes of her own before Sam knocked the wind out of her with a stiff knee to the stomach that doubled Penny over leaving her in the unenviable position of being perfectly placed for a Sam Toslon snap ddt. The thud of Penny’s head with the canvas caused the crowd to groan, sympathizing with the pain that she was going through as Sam rolled her over onto her back and hooked the leg for the cover but only managed a count of two before Penny managed to get her shoulder off of the mat.
Steve Jennings: “Penny just can’t seem to get anything going here tonight. I’ll be honest with you folks, she’s just looking flat out outclassed at the moment.”
Dick Van Doe: “Don’t count her out just yet. There’s still time.”
Standing, Samantha immediately dropped a picture perfect elbow to the sternum of her opponent, again hooking the leg and again only getting a count of two before Penny kicked out. Grabbing a handful of hair, Sam stood and pulled Penny up with her, again irish whipping her into the nearby corner but as she followed this time Penny sprang out of the corner after impact and landed a lariat straight to the jaw that knocked Sam down. Having had the momentum for the majority of the match, Sam was quick to get back to her feet only to get knocked down by another lariat. Once more she swiftly climbed back to her feet and again caught a third lariat to the jaw. This time she stumbled back into the near corner and was pursued by Penny without hesitation. However as Penny got close, Sam ducked underneath an attempted punch and shoved Penny into the corner as well, trapping her there and beginning to abuse her with stiff right and left kicks, breaking Penny down.
Dick Van Doe: “I think she calls that Nih...Niho…. I don’t know how to say that.”
Steve Jennings: “Read the english version of it then, idiot. She calls that series of kicks Ode to Japan.”
Finally, Samantha relented and backed off, allowing her opponent to fully collapse to her hands and knees, crawling toward the center of the ring. That seemed to be exactly what Samantha was waiting for as when Penny got close enough, Samantha wrapped her up tightly, lifted her in the air, and then nearly drove her through the mat with a beautifully performed trapper keeper bomb.
Dick Van Doe: “I know that one! VICTORY DROP ALPHA BY SAMANTHA TOLSON!”
Steve Jennings: “Game over. Goodnight Penny Dreadful. It was nice knowing you.”
With Penny’s shoulders pinned down to the mat, referee Ed Danielson slides in to count the pinfall. One.. Two… Three!
Nathan Frost: “Here is your winner by PINFALL…. SAMANTHA TOLLLLSSSSSSOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!”
Standing, Samantha looks quite satisfied with the work she had put in that evening as the referee raised her hand in victory, having put the entirety of the womens division on notice.
Some people you can never please
You might as well just let them be
They mock everything not their own
From their imaginary throne
(whispered)
But I won't bow down
Even if the whole world
Thinks I'm crazy
Samantha Tolson then steps out onto the entryway, throwing a couple of gentle punches at the air, then a kick or two before raising her arms to the cheering crowd.
So hey hey
This song is for us
So put your hands in the air
If you're crazy like us
Hey hey
Hey hey
That's freedom you hear
Comin' right to your ear
That's the sound from our bus
Hey hey
Samantha slaps fives with those along the aisle, walking slowly toward the ring, then around it, continuing to greet the fans.
Hey!
Tolson pumps her right hand, balled into a fist, into the air in time with the chant.
Hey!
And does it a second time on the second chant.
Why try to be like someone else
When you can only be yourself
No one can sing the song you do
Be true be legendary you
So I won't sell out
Even if the whole world
Thinks I'm crazy
Samantha finally makes her way to ringside, leaping from a flat-footed stance on the floor straight onto the apron, then slingshots herself into the ring asthe announcer makes his announcement.
Daisie Daughtry: “Coming to the ring/And her opponent….she is from Jefferson City, Missouri….the first female graduate of Camp Nightfall...standing five feet six inches tall and weighing in this morning at one-hundred fifty-eight pounds….she is….”NO GIMMICKS NEEDED” SAMANTHA TOLSON!!!
So hey hey
This song is for us
So put your hands in the air
If you're crazy like us
Hey hey
Hey hey
That's freedom you hear
Comin' right to your ear
That's the sound from our bus
Hey hey
The rock anthem begins to fade out as Samantha stretches on the ropes, awaiting the bell. The two women stare each other down as referee Ed Danielson looks to both women to make sure they’re ready to compete. A moment later he signals for the bell and the match is immediately underway with Samantha Tolson closing the distance between the two and forcing Penny back the corner with repeated clubbing blows to the face. Once she has Penny in the corner, Samantha lashes out with a vicious knife edge chop to the chest before grabbing Penny by the arm and irish whipping her into the other corner. Not one to let her opponent get too far away from her, Samantha sprints after Penny and launches herself into the air just as Penny slams back first into the turnbuckle. Sam connects with a beautiful executed body splash, backing up as soon as her feet touched the mat to allow Penny to stumble out of the corner in a daze, clearly having not expected her opponent to be as aggressive as she had been from the very get go. Refusing to waste any time or momentum, Samantha hooks the arm of her opponent and takes her down with a flawless arm drag take down which she chains into a nice technical hold, applying pressure to the shoulder of Penny Dreadful.
Dick Van Doe: “Samantha Tolson is making sure the world knows that we’ve got some of the top female competitors in the business right here in Honor Wrestling.”
Steve Jennings: “Okayyyyyyy back to the action. It’s been all Sam Tolson so far and she’s not showing any signs of slowing down.”
Indeed, Samantha was continuing to apply pressure to the shoulder of her opponent, wrenching her arm in a clearly uncomfortable direction. Slowly, Penny manages to work her way back to her feet and get some seperation by backing Sam into the ropes, forcing the referee to break the hold that she had still managed to keep applied. As soon as the referee allowed the action to continue Penny landed a few quick strikes of her own before Sam knocked the wind out of her with a stiff knee to the stomach that doubled Penny over leaving her in the unenviable position of being perfectly placed for a Sam Toslon snap ddt. The thud of Penny’s head with the canvas caused the crowd to groan, sympathizing with the pain that she was going through as Sam rolled her over onto her back and hooked the leg for the cover but only managed a count of two before Penny managed to get her shoulder off of the mat.
Steve Jennings: “Penny just can’t seem to get anything going here tonight. I’ll be honest with you folks, she’s just looking flat out outclassed at the moment.”
Dick Van Doe: “Don’t count her out just yet. There’s still time.”
Standing, Samantha immediately dropped a picture perfect elbow to the sternum of her opponent, again hooking the leg and again only getting a count of two before Penny kicked out. Grabbing a handful of hair, Sam stood and pulled Penny up with her, again irish whipping her into the nearby corner but as she followed this time Penny sprang out of the corner after impact and landed a lariat straight to the jaw that knocked Sam down. Having had the momentum for the majority of the match, Sam was quick to get back to her feet only to get knocked down by another lariat. Once more she swiftly climbed back to her feet and again caught a third lariat to the jaw. This time she stumbled back into the near corner and was pursued by Penny without hesitation. However as Penny got close, Sam ducked underneath an attempted punch and shoved Penny into the corner as well, trapping her there and beginning to abuse her with stiff right and left kicks, breaking Penny down.
Dick Van Doe: “I think she calls that Nih...Niho…. I don’t know how to say that.”
Steve Jennings: “Read the english version of it then, idiot. She calls that series of kicks Ode to Japan.”
Finally, Samantha relented and backed off, allowing her opponent to fully collapse to her hands and knees, crawling toward the center of the ring. That seemed to be exactly what Samantha was waiting for as when Penny got close enough, Samantha wrapped her up tightly, lifted her in the air, and then nearly drove her through the mat with a beautifully performed trapper keeper bomb.
Dick Van Doe: “I know that one! VICTORY DROP ALPHA BY SAMANTHA TOLSON!”
Steve Jennings: “Game over. Goodnight Penny Dreadful. It was nice knowing you.”
With Penny’s shoulders pinned down to the mat, referee Ed Danielson slides in to count the pinfall. One.. Two… Three!
Nathan Frost: “Here is your winner by PINFALL…. SAMANTHA TOLLLLSSSSSSOOOOONNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!”
Standing, Samantha looks quite satisfied with the work she had put in that evening as the referee raised her hand in victory, having put the entirety of the womens division on notice.
MAYHEM Segment
Backstage in the office of the Honor Wrestling Medical Team are the Irish foursome of Kaelan, Dylan, Oliver, and Cat. Kaelan is being looked over by the staff, as a follow up to her getting knocked out on Showdown. While the medical staff is shining lights in Kaelan’s eyes and asking her questions Cat signals for Oliver and Dylan to head towards the door. They walk towards it and Kaelan notices.
Kaelan Quinn: Oi! Where da ‘ell yeh be going?! Jus gun leave me ‘ere!
Cat Macdougal: We be overcrowding da nice doctors who be clearing yeh fer yer big match ‘oming up. We be right outside. Promise.
That seemed to satisfy Kaelan as she went back to answering questions and Cat’s smile faded as the three walked out the door, closing it behind them. Cat leaned against the wall.
Cat Macdougal: Dis be all our faults.
She looked up at the two who seemed ready to protest what she was saying. She calmly held her hand up and closed her eyes, and refused to let them speak or for her to speak before they relaxed.
Cat Macdougal: Before yeh be going and bitin me head off. Tink ‘bout it. We let it be pretty well known who we ‘ared bout da most. Dylan sent ta protect her specifically. I gave dem the satisfaction of knowing they be dead if dey tried to ‘urt her. Not ta mention yeh Oliver. Since day one yeh made it pretty clear who was not to be messed wit. In tryna protect Kae, we put da biggest target on ‘er back. Her gettin hurt, is on us. Not Ally, not da gypsies. Us.
Dylan didn’t say a word. He wouldn’t. Not to Cat. Not unless his opinion was asked for. Banríon. Queen. The title carried with it a massive amount of respect. To Oliver he could speak openly. To Cat, in such a setting, he would simply keep his mouth shut and listen. Especially when she was as right as she was about what she was talking about. Oliver, on the other hand, was indignant. He clearly disagreed with her but his own level of respect for her kept him from vocalizing how deeply he disagreed with her in the terms he normally would have.
Oliver Price: Oi, ‘at fockin bullshite Cat and yeh know it. It isn’t me fault. It isn’t Dylans fault or yer fault or even Kaelans fault. It’s Alyce fockin Kesslers fault betrayin Kae like that. Yer right that I’ve been tellin the fockin world who they would be wise to leave alone. She’s not like me. She’s not like Dylan. Fock’s sake she’s not even like you, Cat. It’s not her fault. But I’ll not take the fockin blame fer this shite either. An’ neither should you.
Cat rolled her eyes at Oli which caused his temper to flare a bit but if anyone wasn’t going to care about Oli’s temper it was Cat.
Cat Macdougal: Yer stupid if yeh tink dat we can keep dis up like dis! Wot’s it gonna take Oliver?! ‘Er being beat bloody fer you to see wot I be tryin to tell yeh two! Dylan. I know you not be as blind to wot I’m talkin ‘bout like Oliver! Yeh of all people be the one telling us to stop treatin ‘er like we been. Dat she needs ta know da truth and not be kept from tings, yeah?
Dylan simply shook his head in defeat before finally speaking up.
Dylan O’Brien: Wasn’t anyone’s fockin fault but me own. Yeh can both sit there an’ let yer guilt try ta place blame on anyone an’ everyone else. It was me fault. I never should have left her fockin side. Yeh, she needs ta know the truth. She knows some o’it already. But yeh can’t just fockin dump it all on ‘er at once either. She’ll end up learnin’ on her own or leavin, one way or the other. Whichever way it’s goin ta be, I won’t let her out o’my sight again.
Cat crossed her arms over her chest.
Cat Macdougal: I know yeh wont. But Oliver, as much as yeh wanna protect ‘er from dis fight, yeh can’t. So we need ta prepare ‘er fer da worst. So dis never happens again. She can take it. She’s yeh sister afterall. Dey tink she’s our weakness, Dey tink she’s the weakest. Let’s prove ‘em wrong.
Cat looked between the two. She would hope that they would see where she is coming from. That Kae was just as important as anyone else in their impending war. In the end, unsurprisingly, Oliver saw it her way and nodded his head in agreement.
Oliver Price: Fine, but she fockin falls in line from this point forward an it’s gonna be one o’you two who breaks that news ta her. If she wants ta be a part of this then she’s gonna do as she’s fockin told without fightin me tooth and nail about what’s fockin right and wrong. I’m tellin yeh, Cat. I will put her arse back on a plane to fockin Ireland before I have ta deal with her questionin’ me every move. An’ she’s gonna give Dylan a fockin break. Fockhead has a hard skull an’ he can’t learn his fockin lesson but I’ll not have his big arse walkin aroun’ all mopey like because she said somethin’ uncalled fer ta him. End o’story. No fockin negotiating. This is how it has ta be.
Cat Macdougal: Fine. I be the one ta tell ‘er, tink it be best if she hear it from me anyways. Be more inclined ta listen ta reason. Yeh terms seem more den fair and whatever be going on between ‘er and Dylan is fer dem to figure out, but she will agree. I’ll sit ‘er down tonight and explain everyting to ‘er.
At that moment Kaelan opened the door and They immediately shut up, for a moment it was tense and Kaelan looked between them before rolling her eyes.
Kaelan Quinn:I wont be asking, not me place to know. But o’ course I I be cleared to compete in me match at Wrestlebowl. We can git the fockin ‘ell out of ‘ere now.
Cat Macdougal: Yeh dun need to ask Kae. I’m gon tell yeh everyting as soon as we get home. But yeh gotta listen, and yeh gotta agree. There is no fightin or negotiating on it. We ain’t keeping secrets on yeh no more.
Kaelan’s face seemed to light up at the thought and she just nodded her head at Cat before hugging all three of them in rapid succession before grabbing Cat and walking with her, chatting the whole way about how ridiculous the formality had been on her being checked again, feeling like a kick in the face was hardly of concern. Oliver and Dylan following behind.
Kaelan Quinn: Oi! Where da ‘ell yeh be going?! Jus gun leave me ‘ere!
Cat Macdougal: We be overcrowding da nice doctors who be clearing yeh fer yer big match ‘oming up. We be right outside. Promise.
That seemed to satisfy Kaelan as she went back to answering questions and Cat’s smile faded as the three walked out the door, closing it behind them. Cat leaned against the wall.
Cat Macdougal: Dis be all our faults.
She looked up at the two who seemed ready to protest what she was saying. She calmly held her hand up and closed her eyes, and refused to let them speak or for her to speak before they relaxed.
Cat Macdougal: Before yeh be going and bitin me head off. Tink ‘bout it. We let it be pretty well known who we ‘ared bout da most. Dylan sent ta protect her specifically. I gave dem the satisfaction of knowing they be dead if dey tried to ‘urt her. Not ta mention yeh Oliver. Since day one yeh made it pretty clear who was not to be messed wit. In tryna protect Kae, we put da biggest target on ‘er back. Her gettin hurt, is on us. Not Ally, not da gypsies. Us.
Dylan didn’t say a word. He wouldn’t. Not to Cat. Not unless his opinion was asked for. Banríon. Queen. The title carried with it a massive amount of respect. To Oliver he could speak openly. To Cat, in such a setting, he would simply keep his mouth shut and listen. Especially when she was as right as she was about what she was talking about. Oliver, on the other hand, was indignant. He clearly disagreed with her but his own level of respect for her kept him from vocalizing how deeply he disagreed with her in the terms he normally would have.
Oliver Price: Oi, ‘at fockin bullshite Cat and yeh know it. It isn’t me fault. It isn’t Dylans fault or yer fault or even Kaelans fault. It’s Alyce fockin Kesslers fault betrayin Kae like that. Yer right that I’ve been tellin the fockin world who they would be wise to leave alone. She’s not like me. She’s not like Dylan. Fock’s sake she’s not even like you, Cat. It’s not her fault. But I’ll not take the fockin blame fer this shite either. An’ neither should you.
Cat rolled her eyes at Oli which caused his temper to flare a bit but if anyone wasn’t going to care about Oli’s temper it was Cat.
Cat Macdougal: Yer stupid if yeh tink dat we can keep dis up like dis! Wot’s it gonna take Oliver?! ‘Er being beat bloody fer you to see wot I be tryin to tell yeh two! Dylan. I know you not be as blind to wot I’m talkin ‘bout like Oliver! Yeh of all people be the one telling us to stop treatin ‘er like we been. Dat she needs ta know da truth and not be kept from tings, yeah?
Dylan simply shook his head in defeat before finally speaking up.
Dylan O’Brien: Wasn’t anyone’s fockin fault but me own. Yeh can both sit there an’ let yer guilt try ta place blame on anyone an’ everyone else. It was me fault. I never should have left her fockin side. Yeh, she needs ta know the truth. She knows some o’it already. But yeh can’t just fockin dump it all on ‘er at once either. She’ll end up learnin’ on her own or leavin, one way or the other. Whichever way it’s goin ta be, I won’t let her out o’my sight again.
Cat crossed her arms over her chest.
Cat Macdougal: I know yeh wont. But Oliver, as much as yeh wanna protect ‘er from dis fight, yeh can’t. So we need ta prepare ‘er fer da worst. So dis never happens again. She can take it. She’s yeh sister afterall. Dey tink she’s our weakness, Dey tink she’s the weakest. Let’s prove ‘em wrong.
Cat looked between the two. She would hope that they would see where she is coming from. That Kae was just as important as anyone else in their impending war. In the end, unsurprisingly, Oliver saw it her way and nodded his head in agreement.
Oliver Price: Fine, but she fockin falls in line from this point forward an it’s gonna be one o’you two who breaks that news ta her. If she wants ta be a part of this then she’s gonna do as she’s fockin told without fightin me tooth and nail about what’s fockin right and wrong. I’m tellin yeh, Cat. I will put her arse back on a plane to fockin Ireland before I have ta deal with her questionin’ me every move. An’ she’s gonna give Dylan a fockin break. Fockhead has a hard skull an’ he can’t learn his fockin lesson but I’ll not have his big arse walkin aroun’ all mopey like because she said somethin’ uncalled fer ta him. End o’story. No fockin negotiating. This is how it has ta be.
Cat Macdougal: Fine. I be the one ta tell ‘er, tink it be best if she hear it from me anyways. Be more inclined ta listen ta reason. Yeh terms seem more den fair and whatever be going on between ‘er and Dylan is fer dem to figure out, but she will agree. I’ll sit ‘er down tonight and explain everyting to ‘er.
At that moment Kaelan opened the door and They immediately shut up, for a moment it was tense and Kaelan looked between them before rolling her eyes.
Kaelan Quinn:I wont be asking, not me place to know. But o’ course I I be cleared to compete in me match at Wrestlebowl. We can git the fockin ‘ell out of ‘ere now.
Cat Macdougal: Yeh dun need to ask Kae. I’m gon tell yeh everyting as soon as we get home. But yeh gotta listen, and yeh gotta agree. There is no fightin or negotiating on it. We ain’t keeping secrets on yeh no more.
Kaelan’s face seemed to light up at the thought and she just nodded her head at Cat before hugging all three of them in rapid succession before grabbing Cat and walking with her, chatting the whole way about how ridiculous the formality had been on her being checked again, feeling like a kick in the face was hardly of concern. Oliver and Dylan following behind.
Dick Devereaux vs Keegan Ryan
The lights went out in the arena, there was some reaction coming from the crowds as they are wondering what is going on? The first guitar riff starts to play through the sound system, the crowds are on their feet trying to see who is coming out as the spotlight went on the ramp.
"Speak to me
Of those days I won't forget
Your worst dream
Has just returned - to pay you back
I'm still laughing
There's not much else I can do
But one's thing's certain
I'm coming back for you"
The crowds are starting to get more into it as they waited with anticipation, on the arrival of this person. As the song continue on the crowds are getting more and more anxious about this, not sure what is going to happen at this very moment.
"Say my name
I can hear you whisper
Not to blame?
You are going to blister
Scream in the night
I've been counting the days
It's so amusing
To see you again"
The light started to flash a little, getting the crowd all worked up for what is about to happen next.
"Have you got a gun
Do you remember well
Who d'ya use it on
You're going to burn in Hell"
Keegan Ryan came from the curtain as he stand on the ramp, the crowds are showering him with boos which doesn't bother him at all. He walked down the ramp ignoring all the name calling and what not, he stopped as he turned around to look at one fan in the front row who was yelling and saying other things.
Nathan Frost: “Introducing first, standing six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds…. KEEEEEEEEEEGAN RYAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!”
Keegan argued with the fan, after a while he flipped that fan off as he walked up the steel stairs he went through the second rope. The crowds continued to boo him and Keegan just let a smirk, as he walked over to the left turnbuckle as his music stopped playing he waited with a sadistic smirk on his face for Dick to arrive.
Dick Van Doe: “My money is on Keegan killing Dick tonight..”
"Everyone Bleeds Now" By Hatebreed suddenly hits and the lights begin to flash to the beat. The ramp puts out smoke as blue lazors begin to strobe around. Dick Devereaux comes out from the back with a irritated look across his face and a water bottle in hand. He looks around as he nods his head to the beat and begins to pour the water bottle over his head. He tosses the water bottle into the audience as he continues to nod his head to the beat. He begins to bend over as he holds his head as if there are voices in his head. He then violently starts to bang his head as he begins to punch himself. He then flips his wet hair up and raises his fists before lowering them and beginning down the ramp.
Nathan Frost: “And his opponent… standing six foot three inches tall and weighing in at two hundred forty three pounds… DICK DEVEREAAAUUUUUXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!”
Dick is now at the end of the ramp as he pulls himself onto the ring apron. He looks around before holding up his fists outwards towards the crowd. He then slowly brings them down to the camera and we can see "VIOLENCE" written across his knuckles in marker. He steps into the ring through the ropes before he walks over to the farthest turnbuckle and steps to the second rope. He looks around and then bends down and starts to head bang, letting water from his hair soak the crowd below. He then flips his hair up and raises his fist slowly before hoping down. Dick walks over to the ropes and steps on the middle one with his left leg and the bottom one with his right as he bounces on the ropes, staring at the crowd. His music dies down and he waits in the corner, pacing back and forth ready for the attack.
Steve Jennings: “Interesting dynamic here tonight. You don’t normally see two people who are so universally hated by the crowd squaring off in the ring.”
The moment the referee signaled for the bell the two men were at each others throats, swinging vicious lefts and rights with every ounce of themselves that they could muster. Dick manages to get the early advantage, causing Keegan to stumble backwards with a right hand before positioning himself to block the referee from seeing his thumb being thrust into the eye of Keegan Ryan, causing the man to grab his face in pain. With a smirk, Dick directs a stiff kick to the knee of his opponent, leaving him kneeling in front of him. Casually, Devereaux grabs Keegan by the ears and headbutts him relentlessly until the Ryan dropped to the mat. Immediately Dick turns his attention from his opponent and begins to shout at the crowd, declaring himself to be the best, to which the crowd naturally begins to chant “YOU SUCK, DICK!”
Steve Jennings: “Haha. I love our fans.”
Dick Van Doe: “Classy as ever.”
Turning his attention back to his opponent, Devereaux pulls Ryan back up to his feet with a handfull of hair and then wraps his arm around his neck. Again, he bellows at the crowd, whose chants only get louder, as he lifts Keegan Ryan up into the air, stalling with Ryan vertically in the air to show off his strength. As though it’s no big deal to hold a two hundred plus pound man in the air in such a manner, Dick continues to jaw at the crowd before dropping Ryan to the mat with a stalling vertical suplex. With Ryan down on the Canvas, Devereaux hooks one leg across the mans chest and begins to plant rapid punches to his forehead. The referee looks on and seems to be on the verge of stopping the fight as Keegan Ryan doesn’t seem to be showing any signs of resistance or life. Not that the crowd cared. They didn’t like him either but they were enjoying harassing Dick Devereaux with their chants.
Steve Jennings: “Keegan’s looking a little flat tonight.”
Dick Van Doe: “Probably been balls deep in Lara Chambers until the wee hours of the morning.”
Steve Jennings: “Wee hours? Been hanging around our irish friends a bit too much?”
Dick Van Doe: “Have you seen Kaelan? God must have spent a little more time on her.”
Growing tired of punching Keegan Ryan in the face, Devereaux, in spider like fashion, wraps his legs around the neck of Keegan Ryan and locks in the Koji Clutch. It doesn’t take long for the end to be evident and the referee approaches and looks on, waiting and expecting Keegan to tap. Yet, at the last second, Keegan managed to find enough energy to drive with his legs, causing both of Devereaux’s shoulders to lay flat on the mat while wrenching the submission hold in even further. The referee sees it and slides in, his hand slapping the mat. ONE! TWO! THREE! A half second after the three was counted, Keegan Ryan taps his hand in submission but it was too late for Devereaux. The match was already over.
Nathan Frost: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL! KEEGAN RYAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!
Ryan rolls out of the ring with his arms held high in the air, sucking life giving oxygen into his lungs as Dick Devereaux stares at the referee in disbelief, having thought that he had won by submission.
Ace Andrews vs Gabriel Griffin"Speak to me
Of those days I won't forget
Your worst dream
Has just returned - to pay you back
I'm still laughing
There's not much else I can do
But one's thing's certain
I'm coming back for you"
The crowds are starting to get more into it as they waited with anticipation, on the arrival of this person. As the song continue on the crowds are getting more and more anxious about this, not sure what is going to happen at this very moment.
"Say my name
I can hear you whisper
Not to blame?
You are going to blister
Scream in the night
I've been counting the days
It's so amusing
To see you again"
The light started to flash a little, getting the crowd all worked up for what is about to happen next.
"Have you got a gun
Do you remember well
Who d'ya use it on
You're going to burn in Hell"
Keegan Ryan came from the curtain as he stand on the ramp, the crowds are showering him with boos which doesn't bother him at all. He walked down the ramp ignoring all the name calling and what not, he stopped as he turned around to look at one fan in the front row who was yelling and saying other things.
Nathan Frost: “Introducing first, standing six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds…. KEEEEEEEEEEGAN RYAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!”
Keegan argued with the fan, after a while he flipped that fan off as he walked up the steel stairs he went through the second rope. The crowds continued to boo him and Keegan just let a smirk, as he walked over to the left turnbuckle as his music stopped playing he waited with a sadistic smirk on his face for Dick to arrive.
Dick Van Doe: “My money is on Keegan killing Dick tonight..”
"Everyone Bleeds Now" By Hatebreed suddenly hits and the lights begin to flash to the beat. The ramp puts out smoke as blue lazors begin to strobe around. Dick Devereaux comes out from the back with a irritated look across his face and a water bottle in hand. He looks around as he nods his head to the beat and begins to pour the water bottle over his head. He tosses the water bottle into the audience as he continues to nod his head to the beat. He begins to bend over as he holds his head as if there are voices in his head. He then violently starts to bang his head as he begins to punch himself. He then flips his wet hair up and raises his fists before lowering them and beginning down the ramp.
Nathan Frost: “And his opponent… standing six foot three inches tall and weighing in at two hundred forty three pounds… DICK DEVEREAAAUUUUUXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!”
Dick is now at the end of the ramp as he pulls himself onto the ring apron. He looks around before holding up his fists outwards towards the crowd. He then slowly brings them down to the camera and we can see "VIOLENCE" written across his knuckles in marker. He steps into the ring through the ropes before he walks over to the farthest turnbuckle and steps to the second rope. He looks around and then bends down and starts to head bang, letting water from his hair soak the crowd below. He then flips his hair up and raises his fist slowly before hoping down. Dick walks over to the ropes and steps on the middle one with his left leg and the bottom one with his right as he bounces on the ropes, staring at the crowd. His music dies down and he waits in the corner, pacing back and forth ready for the attack.
Steve Jennings: “Interesting dynamic here tonight. You don’t normally see two people who are so universally hated by the crowd squaring off in the ring.”
The moment the referee signaled for the bell the two men were at each others throats, swinging vicious lefts and rights with every ounce of themselves that they could muster. Dick manages to get the early advantage, causing Keegan to stumble backwards with a right hand before positioning himself to block the referee from seeing his thumb being thrust into the eye of Keegan Ryan, causing the man to grab his face in pain. With a smirk, Dick directs a stiff kick to the knee of his opponent, leaving him kneeling in front of him. Casually, Devereaux grabs Keegan by the ears and headbutts him relentlessly until the Ryan dropped to the mat. Immediately Dick turns his attention from his opponent and begins to shout at the crowd, declaring himself to be the best, to which the crowd naturally begins to chant “YOU SUCK, DICK!”
Steve Jennings: “Haha. I love our fans.”
Dick Van Doe: “Classy as ever.”
Turning his attention back to his opponent, Devereaux pulls Ryan back up to his feet with a handfull of hair and then wraps his arm around his neck. Again, he bellows at the crowd, whose chants only get louder, as he lifts Keegan Ryan up into the air, stalling with Ryan vertically in the air to show off his strength. As though it’s no big deal to hold a two hundred plus pound man in the air in such a manner, Dick continues to jaw at the crowd before dropping Ryan to the mat with a stalling vertical suplex. With Ryan down on the Canvas, Devereaux hooks one leg across the mans chest and begins to plant rapid punches to his forehead. The referee looks on and seems to be on the verge of stopping the fight as Keegan Ryan doesn’t seem to be showing any signs of resistance or life. Not that the crowd cared. They didn’t like him either but they were enjoying harassing Dick Devereaux with their chants.
Steve Jennings: “Keegan’s looking a little flat tonight.”
Dick Van Doe: “Probably been balls deep in Lara Chambers until the wee hours of the morning.”
Steve Jennings: “Wee hours? Been hanging around our irish friends a bit too much?”
Dick Van Doe: “Have you seen Kaelan? God must have spent a little more time on her.”
Growing tired of punching Keegan Ryan in the face, Devereaux, in spider like fashion, wraps his legs around the neck of Keegan Ryan and locks in the Koji Clutch. It doesn’t take long for the end to be evident and the referee approaches and looks on, waiting and expecting Keegan to tap. Yet, at the last second, Keegan managed to find enough energy to drive with his legs, causing both of Devereaux’s shoulders to lay flat on the mat while wrenching the submission hold in even further. The referee sees it and slides in, his hand slapping the mat. ONE! TWO! THREE! A half second after the three was counted, Keegan Ryan taps his hand in submission but it was too late for Devereaux. The match was already over.
Nathan Frost: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL! KEEGAN RYAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!
Ryan rolls out of the ring with his arms held high in the air, sucking life giving oxygen into his lungs as Dick Devereaux stares at the referee in disbelief, having thought that he had won by submission.
Incubus Pardon Me hits the loudspeaker and Gabe walks to his spot on the stage as the crowd pops loudly. Once the heavy riff begins fire works explode up from the stage as Gabe raises his arms. He begins to slowly walk to the ring as the first verse kicks in. Picking up Gabe runs the final few yards and slides into the ring under the bottom Rope standing quickly and circling to face the entire crowd. He Goes to the Ropes standing on the second raising his arm urging the crowd to cheer more.
Nathan Frost: “Introducting first, standing six foot four inches tall and weighing in and two hundred forty five pounds… GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABE GRIFFFFIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!!!”
Gabe bounces on the balls of his feet and throws soft jabs into the empty space in front of him as the crowd is tense within the Arena. The card has been great so far, but now the crowd can visibly be seen tensing, as the lights dim once more and the PA system crackling into life with the first sounds of 'Remember the Name' by Fort Minor.
3...2...1...Let's Go
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
AND A HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME!
As the music kicks in to high gear, a single golden light illuminates the stage, revealing the back of Ace Andrews in a leather light filled jacket. Ace stands there just for a moment, basking in the love from the crowd, before throwing his hands up high with the Ace of Spades handsign, causing a long row of pyro to explode on both sides of the stage. Ace stands there posing for a moment before spinning and facing the crowd with a grin. After a few moments the Billionaire Brawler starts to pace down the ramp, strolling over and slapping hands with some fans on his way to the ring, where the announcer raises a mic.
Nathan Frost: And his opponent, Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada. He stands in at 6 feet 2 inches tall. He is The Platinum Made Playboy, ACE ANNNNNNDREWS!!!!
Ace now climbs the ring steps, and paces across the apron, looking out at the crowd with a smile. Ace then steps between the middle and top ropes, paces to the center of the ring, once more looking up at the rafters and raising his hands high with a smirk. After a brief few moments pause, Ace steps away from the center of the ring and undoes and then slips off his jacket, and hands it to a roadie on the outside. Now he is ready to wage war against his opponent and he better be because the moment the bell is rung to begin the match, Gabe Griffin is on him like white on rice. Like Ana Jones on anyone who can give her husband a title shot. Like.. no never mind nothing could describe it any better than that last one. Like a bull, Griffin charges at Andrews and wraps his arms around the mans waist, lifting him up high in the air before twisting and slamming him down to the mat with veracity, driving the air from his lungs.
Steve Jennings: “Good lord I think Gabe may have just killed Ace and we’re only a matter of seconds into the match.”
Ace does the best that he can to keep Griffin advancing his position, but Griffin is content to just land blow after blow. When Ace blocks the strikes aimed for his head, Griffin targets the body. When Ace tries to block the body blows, Gabe goes back to delivering rights and lefts to his forehead and jaw. The only thing that Ace can do is slowly work his way over to the nearest rope and desperately grab at it, forcing Gabe to back off and let Ace stand up. Instead, though, Ace rolls out of the ring completely to collect himself, drawing a few boo’s from the crowd.
Dick Van Doe: “It’s no secret that Gabe is the fan favorite here tonight. If I had to bet money I’d say by the end of this match that smattering of boo’s will be a full blown chorus.”
Griffin follows Andrews to the outside but as soon as his feet touch the ground, Ace rolls back in and is quickly back to his feet to deliver a stiff kick to the back of Gabe as tried to follow him back in. Andrews then pulls Griffin up to his feet and shoves him into the nearby corner, climbing to the middle rope and landing blow after blow on his own. Any other time the crowd would have counted along with him to ten but they’re not a fan of their beloved Gabe Griffin being treated in such a manner and so the boos reign down a bit more loudly upon Ace than they had before. As if to add fuel to the fire, he steps down from the middle rope and then sarcastically slaps Gabe across the face.
Steve Jennings: “Might not have been the wisest move there, Ace.”
It wasn’t. The slap seemed to reawaken the bigger man as he took one step out of the corner and shoved Andrews down flat on his back. No rookie in the ring, Ace immediately scoots on his back before climbing back to his feet as Griffin closed on him. In a flash he lept and hit Griffin with an enziguri, stunning the bigger man momentarily and buying Ace enough time to collect himself and get out of the desperation mode he had suddenly found himself in. Andrews steels himself and takes two quick steps towards Griffin, placing his knees in his chest and going for Triple 7, only to have Gabe catch him and plant him directly into the mat with a modified power slam.
Steve Jennings: “Back and forth action here tonight ladies and gentlemen and I think it’s easy to tell these two are easily matched.”
Dick Van Doe: “The crowd sure did like that power slam though, didn’t they?”
They sure did, and they cheered as Griffin pulled Andrews back to his feet and then dropped him to the mat with a release belly to back suplex. A cover immediately followed but Andrews kicked out right at the two count. Returning the sarcastic slap from earlier, Gabe lightly patted Andrews on the cheek before standing up, causing his opponent to shout at him and scramble back to his own feet. Both men at that point seemed to take a moment to pause and collect themselves, rehashing whatever game plan they might have had coming into the match. Playing off the crowd, Ace raises his arms in the air and the boos from earlier have only gained momentum. A smirk crosses his lips as he encourages Gabe to raise his arms as well. Gabe does so and immediately the boos change to a thunderous chorus of cheers. With one fist raised in the air he turns slightly and allows Andrews just enough time to drive his boot into Gabe’s knee, his motion fluid as he wrapped around Griffins back and hooked his arm around his neck, planting him with a quick DDT. Andrews goes for his own cover but Griffin kicks out almost immediately.
Dick Van Doe: “It’s just a constant back and forth game of one unsportsmanship. I couldn’t even begin to tell you who is going to win.”
Steve Jennings: “It’s the fans! The fans are the one’s who win.”
Dick Van Doe “.... That… was terrible.”
Both men scramble back to their feet. Gabe swings and misses. Ace swings and misses. Gabe grabs Andrews by the arm and sends him into the ropes, taking off in the opposite direction. When the two meet in the center of the ring Griffin tries to knock Andrew’s head off with a clothesline. Instead Andrews ducks under and slams on the breaks, spinning around just as Griffin is turning back towards him. Again Gabe steps towards Ace but Ace is ready for it and leaps, against planting his knees in the sternum of Gabe Griffin, this time getting his arms locked around the mans head, before pulling him down to the mate.
Steve Jennings: “TRIPLE SEVEN! ANDREWS WITH THE PIN!”
Andrews rolls the suddenly lifeless body of Gabe Griffin over onto his back and hooks the leg as the crowd falls into a stunned silence. The referee slides in and the thud of his hand off the mat reverberates around the entire arena. ONE! TWO! THREE!
Nathan Frost “Your winner… ACE ANNNNNNNNNNNNNDREWWWWWSSSSSS!!!!!”
OOC Note: Sorry had a rough day and been falling asleep since I got back home several hours ago. Hope everyone enjoys and a major thanks to Eli for the help this card.
Nathan Frost: “Introducting first, standing six foot four inches tall and weighing in and two hundred forty five pounds… GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABE GRIFFFFIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!!!”
Gabe bounces on the balls of his feet and throws soft jabs into the empty space in front of him as the crowd is tense within the Arena. The card has been great so far, but now the crowd can visibly be seen tensing, as the lights dim once more and the PA system crackling into life with the first sounds of 'Remember the Name' by Fort Minor.
3...2...1...Let's Go
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
AND A HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME!
As the music kicks in to high gear, a single golden light illuminates the stage, revealing the back of Ace Andrews in a leather light filled jacket. Ace stands there just for a moment, basking in the love from the crowd, before throwing his hands up high with the Ace of Spades handsign, causing a long row of pyro to explode on both sides of the stage. Ace stands there posing for a moment before spinning and facing the crowd with a grin. After a few moments the Billionaire Brawler starts to pace down the ramp, strolling over and slapping hands with some fans on his way to the ring, where the announcer raises a mic.
Nathan Frost: And his opponent, Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada. He stands in at 6 feet 2 inches tall. He is The Platinum Made Playboy, ACE ANNNNNNDREWS!!!!
Ace now climbs the ring steps, and paces across the apron, looking out at the crowd with a smile. Ace then steps between the middle and top ropes, paces to the center of the ring, once more looking up at the rafters and raising his hands high with a smirk. After a brief few moments pause, Ace steps away from the center of the ring and undoes and then slips off his jacket, and hands it to a roadie on the outside. Now he is ready to wage war against his opponent and he better be because the moment the bell is rung to begin the match, Gabe Griffin is on him like white on rice. Like Ana Jones on anyone who can give her husband a title shot. Like.. no never mind nothing could describe it any better than that last one. Like a bull, Griffin charges at Andrews and wraps his arms around the mans waist, lifting him up high in the air before twisting and slamming him down to the mat with veracity, driving the air from his lungs.
Steve Jennings: “Good lord I think Gabe may have just killed Ace and we’re only a matter of seconds into the match.”
Ace does the best that he can to keep Griffin advancing his position, but Griffin is content to just land blow after blow. When Ace blocks the strikes aimed for his head, Griffin targets the body. When Ace tries to block the body blows, Gabe goes back to delivering rights and lefts to his forehead and jaw. The only thing that Ace can do is slowly work his way over to the nearest rope and desperately grab at it, forcing Gabe to back off and let Ace stand up. Instead, though, Ace rolls out of the ring completely to collect himself, drawing a few boo’s from the crowd.
Dick Van Doe: “It’s no secret that Gabe is the fan favorite here tonight. If I had to bet money I’d say by the end of this match that smattering of boo’s will be a full blown chorus.”
Griffin follows Andrews to the outside but as soon as his feet touch the ground, Ace rolls back in and is quickly back to his feet to deliver a stiff kick to the back of Gabe as tried to follow him back in. Andrews then pulls Griffin up to his feet and shoves him into the nearby corner, climbing to the middle rope and landing blow after blow on his own. Any other time the crowd would have counted along with him to ten but they’re not a fan of their beloved Gabe Griffin being treated in such a manner and so the boos reign down a bit more loudly upon Ace than they had before. As if to add fuel to the fire, he steps down from the middle rope and then sarcastically slaps Gabe across the face.
Steve Jennings: “Might not have been the wisest move there, Ace.”
It wasn’t. The slap seemed to reawaken the bigger man as he took one step out of the corner and shoved Andrews down flat on his back. No rookie in the ring, Ace immediately scoots on his back before climbing back to his feet as Griffin closed on him. In a flash he lept and hit Griffin with an enziguri, stunning the bigger man momentarily and buying Ace enough time to collect himself and get out of the desperation mode he had suddenly found himself in. Andrews steels himself and takes two quick steps towards Griffin, placing his knees in his chest and going for Triple 7, only to have Gabe catch him and plant him directly into the mat with a modified power slam.
Steve Jennings: “Back and forth action here tonight ladies and gentlemen and I think it’s easy to tell these two are easily matched.”
Dick Van Doe: “The crowd sure did like that power slam though, didn’t they?”
They sure did, and they cheered as Griffin pulled Andrews back to his feet and then dropped him to the mat with a release belly to back suplex. A cover immediately followed but Andrews kicked out right at the two count. Returning the sarcastic slap from earlier, Gabe lightly patted Andrews on the cheek before standing up, causing his opponent to shout at him and scramble back to his own feet. Both men at that point seemed to take a moment to pause and collect themselves, rehashing whatever game plan they might have had coming into the match. Playing off the crowd, Ace raises his arms in the air and the boos from earlier have only gained momentum. A smirk crosses his lips as he encourages Gabe to raise his arms as well. Gabe does so and immediately the boos change to a thunderous chorus of cheers. With one fist raised in the air he turns slightly and allows Andrews just enough time to drive his boot into Gabe’s knee, his motion fluid as he wrapped around Griffins back and hooked his arm around his neck, planting him with a quick DDT. Andrews goes for his own cover but Griffin kicks out almost immediately.
Dick Van Doe: “It’s just a constant back and forth game of one unsportsmanship. I couldn’t even begin to tell you who is going to win.”
Steve Jennings: “It’s the fans! The fans are the one’s who win.”
Dick Van Doe “.... That… was terrible.”
Both men scramble back to their feet. Gabe swings and misses. Ace swings and misses. Gabe grabs Andrews by the arm and sends him into the ropes, taking off in the opposite direction. When the two meet in the center of the ring Griffin tries to knock Andrew’s head off with a clothesline. Instead Andrews ducks under and slams on the breaks, spinning around just as Griffin is turning back towards him. Again Gabe steps towards Ace but Ace is ready for it and leaps, against planting his knees in the sternum of Gabe Griffin, this time getting his arms locked around the mans head, before pulling him down to the mate.
Steve Jennings: “TRIPLE SEVEN! ANDREWS WITH THE PIN!”
Andrews rolls the suddenly lifeless body of Gabe Griffin over onto his back and hooks the leg as the crowd falls into a stunned silence. The referee slides in and the thud of his hand off the mat reverberates around the entire arena. ONE! TWO! THREE!
Nathan Frost “Your winner… ACE ANNNNNNNNNNNNNDREWWWWWSSSSSS!!!!!”
OOC Note: Sorry had a rough day and been falling asleep since I got back home several hours ago. Hope everyone enjoys and a major thanks to Eli for the help this card.