Post by Staff on Dec 3, 2018 14:00:39 GMT -5
A helicopter shot of the streets leading up to the Jordal Amfi shows a traffic jam that isn't all too common in Norway. Several cars are beeping in annoyance while the traffic continues to move at painstaking speeds.
The camera shot then jumps into a crowded parking garage inside the arena. Dakota Jennings comes into the frame pulling a large red Santa sack behind her while wearing a green elf Christmas themed hat. She drops the sack down and dusts off her hands.
''I think that's the last one!'' She calls out.
Wiping the sweat forming on her brow, Vannah White now props up into frame dressed up like Santa Claus with a notepad list in hand. She glances over the list and tosses it aside when she realizes everything has went according to plan. Hands on her hip, she surveys the parking garage as the camera pans out to reveal dozens of wrapped gifts sprawled out across an entire floor of parking space.
''I read online that this arena seats about six thousand people, so I went ahead and brought six thousand and one gifts.'' Vannah explains as she bends over and picks up a gift and holds it out in front of Dakota.
''It's for me?'' Dakota asks. Vannah nods her head along like a child who saved enough allowance money to buy a gift for her mother. Dakota Jennings tears into the gift and smiles. ''Chocolates!? I love chocolate!? What's this... Kvikk Lunsj?''
Vannah grins as she takes the chocolate and unwraps one of the bars. She snaps a piece in half and the duo takes a bite. ''Think Kit Kat only it tastes better. You probably don't want to call it that around these parts though. You know, football, soccer... it's that kinda thing.''
Kota nods her head as she takes another bite and closes her eyes. ''So, I never really got around to asking you... where the hell are the fans and Brad Stokes going to park their cars tonight?''
''I never really got around to thinking that much about to be honest.'' Vannah says casually before she takes another bite. ''It's Christmas and I just thought we should really give back to the fans just in case I didn't beat Cross tonight.''
''You will beat Cross tonight, Vannah.'' Kota says putting a hand on her shoulder. ''Plus, you got me in your corner and I got your back.''
''Thanks, Kota.'' Vannah says before she takes her last bite of chocolate. ''Alright, I think its about time we open up the flood gates. How about it?''
Dakota smiles mischievously while Vannah retrieves her cellphone and begins live streaming to her fans.
''Hi guys, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everybody! To all fans in Norway heading to the Jordal Amfi for Blitz #7 if you head to the back of the arena my manager is standing by ready to let you in the building through a super secret entrance to receive your Christmas presents! Please show your Valor Pro Wrestling tickets at the door and enter single file!''
''Yeah, it's Christmas guys not black Friday!''
The duo share a laugh before Vannah continues. ''On the behalf of Valor Pro Wrestling...''
''And the Oslo police department....'' Kota adds.
''We wish you a very Merry Christmas!''
Moments later, we break back to the helicopter shot and see several people step out of their vehicles. As news spreads, more and more people leave their cars parked in the middle of the street and head towards the arena on foot to collect their Christmas gifts
The camera shot then jumps into a crowded parking garage inside the arena. Dakota Jennings comes into the frame pulling a large red Santa sack behind her while wearing a green elf Christmas themed hat. She drops the sack down and dusts off her hands.
''I think that's the last one!'' She calls out.
Wiping the sweat forming on her brow, Vannah White now props up into frame dressed up like Santa Claus with a notepad list in hand. She glances over the list and tosses it aside when she realizes everything has went according to plan. Hands on her hip, she surveys the parking garage as the camera pans out to reveal dozens of wrapped gifts sprawled out across an entire floor of parking space.
''I read online that this arena seats about six thousand people, so I went ahead and brought six thousand and one gifts.'' Vannah explains as she bends over and picks up a gift and holds it out in front of Dakota.
''It's for me?'' Dakota asks. Vannah nods her head along like a child who saved enough allowance money to buy a gift for her mother. Dakota Jennings tears into the gift and smiles. ''Chocolates!? I love chocolate!? What's this... Kvikk Lunsj?''
Vannah grins as she takes the chocolate and unwraps one of the bars. She snaps a piece in half and the duo takes a bite. ''Think Kit Kat only it tastes better. You probably don't want to call it that around these parts though. You know, football, soccer... it's that kinda thing.''
Kota nods her head as she takes another bite and closes her eyes. ''So, I never really got around to asking you... where the hell are the fans and Brad Stokes going to park their cars tonight?''
''I never really got around to thinking that much about to be honest.'' Vannah says casually before she takes another bite. ''It's Christmas and I just thought we should really give back to the fans just in case I didn't beat Cross tonight.''
''You will beat Cross tonight, Vannah.'' Kota says putting a hand on her shoulder. ''Plus, you got me in your corner and I got your back.''
''Thanks, Kota.'' Vannah says before she takes her last bite of chocolate. ''Alright, I think its about time we open up the flood gates. How about it?''
Dakota smiles mischievously while Vannah retrieves her cellphone and begins live streaming to her fans.
''Hi guys, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everybody! To all fans in Norway heading to the Jordal Amfi for Blitz #7 if you head to the back of the arena my manager is standing by ready to let you in the building through a super secret entrance to receive your Christmas presents! Please show your Valor Pro Wrestling tickets at the door and enter single file!''
''Yeah, it's Christmas guys not black Friday!''
The duo share a laugh before Vannah continues. ''On the behalf of Valor Pro Wrestling...''
''And the Oslo police department....'' Kota adds.
''We wish you a very Merry Christmas!''
Moments later, we break back to the helicopter shot and see several people step out of their vehicles. As news spreads, more and more people leave their cars parked in the middle of the street and head towards the arena on foot to collect their Christmas gifts
The scene suddenly cuts from outside the arena to inside, where a capacity crowd come to their feet at seeing themselves on the big screen above the stage. Pyro explodes along the rampway, and sirens go off in the arena as the camera pans through the curtain, down the ramp, and then up into the ring before coming to rest on the other side where the announce booth comes into view. Sitting at a raised table that says Flipping The Script on it's front, the Othello Brother's appear to be sorting out some last minute paperwork before noticing the camera. Kenneth, wearing a pair of fuzzy reindeer antlers nudges Laurance, who looks up under the white ball of a Santa's hat that has snaked down into his face. He swats the ball so that it flips back behind him, and grins dumbly into the camera.
Laurence Othello: Welcome fans to another exciting episode of Blitz streaming on Fite TV from the Jordal Amfi Arena in Oslo, Norway!
Kenneth Othello: We are your hosts this evening for a special Christmas Edition of Blitz, The Othello Brothers, and what do you think, Laur? Vannah White has started tonight off hot by tweeting out to the whole of Oslo that she's giving out presents in the streets outside the arena!
LO: You talk about the Christmas spirit, especially considering she's got business inside the arena tonight with Cross Recoba! Speaking of Cross, did you notice who Vannah White's little helper was?
KO: None other than the former UnYielding Champion's main squeeze, Dakota Jennings. You know, I think I might need to get out there and help them out. Two ladies that lovely will need some looking after, if you know what I mean...
LO: You stay right there in your seat you old perv. Besides, it appears that the Oslo Police Department had the situation well in hand..
KO: Fine! But I tell you what, I've heard that Cross Recoba has his own damn present for Vannah White, and it won't be in the Christmas Spirit!
LO: You have to wonder how focused he'll be knowing that Dakota Jennings is going to be in Vannah's corner, and furthermore, that the UnYielding Championship will be decided here tonight by two of his rivals..
KO: I figure he plans on letting Zachariah Krahe and Zack Fantana tear each other apart, and then feast on their scraps. It's what I'd do.
LO: Man, it's like we weren't even partners for twenty plus years. But folks, that action will take place near the end of the show...getting us there will be the debut of Neo Tokyo taking on a team that I honestly can't imagine will work well together, Brodie and Siberia Zombie...
KO: I don't know man....did you see their rendezvous earlier this week. Seems to me like they may have put a game plan together to surprise all of us.
LO: Saying they are going to get along, and actually doing it are two different things, Ken. These two women have a date with destiny at Equinox, and I just can't imagine that they are going to be able to lay all of that pent up aggression down long enough to walk away with a victory against a seasoned team like Neo Tokyo.
KO: Well we can debate further when it happens, cause before that we have a Double Or Nothing Match between Dakota Jennings and Roxi Johnson. These two were in a triple threat match last show that saw Siberia Zombie steal a pin over Roxi Johnson right out from under Jenning's nose.
LO: Yeah, Jennings had hit Jennesis on Roxi when Zombie came in out of nowhere and knocked her clear to pick up the pin. It put Jennings on a tirade, while Roxi promised to give her a real wrestling lesson here tonight in Norway.
KO: And that's not all! Davy Blossom returns to action against newcomer Lenny Grant in what is expected to be an epic encounter. Do you think Elegance has been cleared to accompany Davy to ringside?
LO: I sure as hell hope not. I'd love to see Davy Blossom have to take someone on without that harpy causing interference.
KO: BITE YOUR TONGUE LAURENCE OTHELLO! I won't have you talking that way about a lady!
Laurence rolls his eyes before trudging on with the show.
LO: Speaking of a lady, the first lady of Valor Pro, our General Manager, Vanessa Byrne, will be here tonight to address the Apex Championship issue with Cosmo Cooper on this edition of 'Where There's Stokes, There's Fire'.
KO: Lets just hope that Brad Stokes can focus long enough to hold the microphone still so we can hear what she has to say. I got two to one odds that Byrne fires him here tonight.
LO: One can only dream, but I do have to speculate on the reason Cosmo is being dragged out here by the GM.
KO: Isn't it obvious by their twitter feed? Those two have been talking some mad shit, and I think there might be some Christmas mistletoe for those two! Haha!
LO: Mrs. Byrne, I would just like to point out that Ken is the one who said that, and not I. His opinions do not reflect myself, Valor Pro, or any of our affiliates and are solely his opinions.
KO: Damn, Brother. That was ice cold.
LO: Just clamping down my priorities, brother-of-mine...but enough with all this. How about we jump right into some Valor Pro Action!
Laurence Othello: Welcome fans to another exciting episode of Blitz streaming on Fite TV from the Jordal Amfi Arena in Oslo, Norway!
Kenneth Othello: We are your hosts this evening for a special Christmas Edition of Blitz, The Othello Brothers, and what do you think, Laur? Vannah White has started tonight off hot by tweeting out to the whole of Oslo that she's giving out presents in the streets outside the arena!
LO: You talk about the Christmas spirit, especially considering she's got business inside the arena tonight with Cross Recoba! Speaking of Cross, did you notice who Vannah White's little helper was?
KO: None other than the former UnYielding Champion's main squeeze, Dakota Jennings. You know, I think I might need to get out there and help them out. Two ladies that lovely will need some looking after, if you know what I mean...
LO: You stay right there in your seat you old perv. Besides, it appears that the Oslo Police Department had the situation well in hand..
KO: Fine! But I tell you what, I've heard that Cross Recoba has his own damn present for Vannah White, and it won't be in the Christmas Spirit!
LO: You have to wonder how focused he'll be knowing that Dakota Jennings is going to be in Vannah's corner, and furthermore, that the UnYielding Championship will be decided here tonight by two of his rivals..
KO: I figure he plans on letting Zachariah Krahe and Zack Fantana tear each other apart, and then feast on their scraps. It's what I'd do.
LO: Man, it's like we weren't even partners for twenty plus years. But folks, that action will take place near the end of the show...getting us there will be the debut of Neo Tokyo taking on a team that I honestly can't imagine will work well together, Brodie and Siberia Zombie...
KO: I don't know man....did you see their rendezvous earlier this week. Seems to me like they may have put a game plan together to surprise all of us.
LO: Saying they are going to get along, and actually doing it are two different things, Ken. These two women have a date with destiny at Equinox, and I just can't imagine that they are going to be able to lay all of that pent up aggression down long enough to walk away with a victory against a seasoned team like Neo Tokyo.
KO: Well we can debate further when it happens, cause before that we have a Double Or Nothing Match between Dakota Jennings and Roxi Johnson. These two were in a triple threat match last show that saw Siberia Zombie steal a pin over Roxi Johnson right out from under Jenning's nose.
LO: Yeah, Jennings had hit Jennesis on Roxi when Zombie came in out of nowhere and knocked her clear to pick up the pin. It put Jennings on a tirade, while Roxi promised to give her a real wrestling lesson here tonight in Norway.
KO: And that's not all! Davy Blossom returns to action against newcomer Lenny Grant in what is expected to be an epic encounter. Do you think Elegance has been cleared to accompany Davy to ringside?
LO: I sure as hell hope not. I'd love to see Davy Blossom have to take someone on without that harpy causing interference.
KO: BITE YOUR TONGUE LAURENCE OTHELLO! I won't have you talking that way about a lady!
Laurence rolls his eyes before trudging on with the show.
LO: Speaking of a lady, the first lady of Valor Pro, our General Manager, Vanessa Byrne, will be here tonight to address the Apex Championship issue with Cosmo Cooper on this edition of 'Where There's Stokes, There's Fire'.
KO: Lets just hope that Brad Stokes can focus long enough to hold the microphone still so we can hear what she has to say. I got two to one odds that Byrne fires him here tonight.
LO: One can only dream, but I do have to speculate on the reason Cosmo is being dragged out here by the GM.
KO: Isn't it obvious by their twitter feed? Those two have been talking some mad shit, and I think there might be some Christmas mistletoe for those two! Haha!
LO: Mrs. Byrne, I would just like to point out that Ken is the one who said that, and not I. His opinions do not reflect myself, Valor Pro, or any of our affiliates and are solely his opinions.
KO: Damn, Brother. That was ice cold.
LO: Just clamping down my priorities, brother-of-mine...but enough with all this. How about we jump right into some Valor Pro Action!
KO: God almighty, I wish she'd come and sit on my lap....
LO: KEN!
KO: Oh, right...we're on air. SO what about this Lenny Grant?
LO: Well, he's going to try his hand against Davy Blossom here tonight, and hopefully we'll see some good action with no interference, but it's doubtful.
KO: Well with no further ado, Generic Ring Announcer....TAKE IT AWAY!!
Ring Announcer: The following contest is the Opening Bout of the evening, and is scheduled for One Fall or Submission!
The opening riffs of 'Menace of Society' by Locust Grove hit's over the PA System, and up on the stage the Brazilian Bulldozer, Pombiie, steps through the curtain. His sheer size blocks the sight of Lenny Grant, who slips out in front of him and throws his arms over his head, nodding his head along with the lyrics as the chime in. The fans give a mixed reaction as he pauses at the top of the ramp to take in the Norwegian crowd.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, standing at six foot two and weighing in at 220 pounds, he hails from Miami, Florida and is accompanied to the ring by his prospect, Pombiie....This is LENNY GRANNTTT!!
Grant lets his arms drop down at his sides as he confidently makes his walk to the ring, followed closely by Pombiie who looks imposingly out at the crowd. Upon reaching ringside he directs Pombiie to stand in the far corner, and then leaps up onto the apron, and then right over the top rope to the interior of the ring. Again the arms are thrust upwards, and he parades around the ring like a prize fighter before stepping into his corner, saying something to Pombiie as his music fades.
LO: Lenny Grant made his in ring debut last show against Rex Rumble, where he dropped the egocentric superstar in short order. I'm interested to see what he can do against someone who isn't billed as enhancement talent.
KO: That's right, Laur, and I have it on good authority that Davy Blossom is coming here tonight for blood. Lenny Grant was just the unlucky soul to be his first victim on his road to victory.
LO: We'll just have to see about that. Thus far in his short career, Davy hasn't put up a single victory, mostly due to his cheating always backfiring on him. It should be interesting to see if he brings a different strategy into this one since this new declaration of the flower!
The haunting piano tune of "The Heart Asks Pleasure First" by Michael Nyman creeps onto the speakers, and everyone in the arena immediately turns to the stage in a chorus of boo's. From the curtain emerges Davy Blossom, pushing his wife/manager, Elegance, out onto the stage in her golden wheelchair. He stops short at the top of the ramp, and the two give royal waves to the negative crowd reaction, before Davy struggles to get Elegance's chair down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And introducing his opponent, standing at six foot two and weighting in at 230 pounds, he hails from Sausalito, California and is accompanied to the ring by his valet, Elegance, he is 'The Square Circle's Orchid', 'The Dandy Of The Ring', 'The Dewdrop of Wrestling'....DAVY BLOSSSOMMMM!!
Davy finally manages to get Elegance's chair to ringside, and he pulls it over to position it in a birds eye view of the ring as he kisses both of her hands before making his way up the steps. Once on the apron he cleans his boots on the ring dress, and then sweeps dramatically into the ring one leg at a time, spinning around in the center before coming to a stop, and delivering a deep bow to the booing crowd.
LO: No love lost here in Norway for Davy Blossom, as it appears Elegance is still confined to her wheel chair. Maybe that means she won't be able to interfere in this match the way she has at every other show.
KO: Interfere? I wouldn't call that interference, but a vested interest in her husbands craft. You can't place the same rules on Davy Blossom and Elegance as you do everyone else! Haven't you heard, Laur, they are the upper crust of society!
LO: Maybe that's the reason I like my sandwiches with the crusts cut off, cause they are horrible.
Kenneth Othello doesn't get a chance to defence the Blossom's any further before Diego Santiago calls for the bell, and the two men begin to circle. Just as Lenny Grant is about to lock up with Blossom, Davy throws his hands up in a time out gesture, and then gives Grant a non-impressed glance up and down. He turns and claps to Elegance, who reaches into her hand bag and tosses him what appears to be a feather duster. He steps back to the center of the ring and holds a palm out to placate Grant, before bending down to dust the man's boots. Grant's eyes grow wide, and then a look of rage washes over his face, as he flashes one of those boots up to catch Davy right in the face. Blossom drops the feather duster and clutches at his jaw, stumbling over into a corner followed closely by Grant.
LO: You see...this is what I'm talking about. Blossom already up to his old tricks, but Grant is having none of it. He's wearing Davy Blossom out with rights and lefts in the corner!
KO: That fool has spent too much time in Brazil among the savages! He can't treat an elitist like that!
Lenny doesn't appear to hear Ken's protests as he hammers away at Davy who has both arms up to try and protect his head. A few uppercuts find their way inside, and Davy finds himself sliding down the turnbuckles which calls for a different tactic from Grant, who grabs the top rope and proceeds to stomp into Davy's chest as if he's trying to put a hole through it. Davy finally comes to rest in a seated position, and Santiago has to force himself between the two to force Grant to let up. Finally Grant does, stalking around the ring and reaching out into the air in front of him, and drawing his fists in at his side as a symbol to which the crowd cheer for.
LO: Grant is fired up here, and he just turned his attention back to Davy whose still down in the corner, and takes off in a Running Go.....KNEE STRIKE RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF DAVY, CRUSHING HIS SKULL AGAINST THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!
KO: This is insane! Santiago, do your job! Get in there and stop this mad man!
Grant reaches down to grab Davy by the ankle to drag him out of the corner, but the Dew Drop of Wrestling grabs the middle ropes to be prevented from having any more damage inflicted. Grant grunts, grabbing the other ankle with his free hand, and yanks hard causing Davy to fly up into the air, and then slam down to the canvas right in front of the corner. The move appears to have knocked the wind out of Blossom, and Lenny wastes little time in leaping up to the second turnbuckle, and flying off, angling his elbow do land square into Davy's chest. Immediately after he hooks the leg, and uses his forearm to shove Davy's jaw into the mat for an aggressive cover.
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LO: Davy Blossom out at two, and Lenny Grant is already jerking him up to his feet. He takes him by the wrist and whips him hard to the far side...
KO: Davy hit's hard in the corner, and stumbles out, and here comes Grant with a clothesline, but Davy just leaped out of the way and Grant runs chest first into the turnbuckles instead!
The sudden move is a surprise to Grant who clutches at his chest, and Davy reaches between his legs and drags him down to the canvas in a schoolboy pin.
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LO: Grant out at two, and Davy had to realize that wouldn't hold him down after delivering such little offense.
KO: Hey, you take every opportunity to steal one I say. Davy now has Grant up, and whips him into the ropes, drops the head...Oh No, Davy....You telegraphed it!
Davy's head is still down when Grant rebounds back, and stops short right in front him only to take him by his ears and pull him forwards between his legs, and then lift him up and back down into a sit out powerbomb. Its at this moment that a loud banging sound comes from the other side of the ring, and both Grant and Santiago look in that direction to spy Elegance has rolled her chair over to the edge of the ring. In her hand is a golden gavel, and she bangs it furiously on the ring apron in between pointing at the referee and demanding that he stop this madness. Santiago and Grant exchange a glance, and then Santiago makes his way over to Elegance, demanding that she put the gavel away.
LO: Here we go again, just like old times! Elegance has caused a distraction even from her wheelchair...Unbelievable!
KO: That's a good woman right there, Laur. Hard to find...
LO: Anyways, Grant just turned his attention back to Davy and is reaching down to get him up...OH! DAVY JUST JAMMED A THUMB IN HIS EYE!
Grant reaches up to his gouged eye, stumbling blind for a moment around the ring. This gives Davy the chance to crawl over to where the feather duster had fell, scoop it up, and sneak in behind Grant only to crack him across the head with it. Grant goes down to one knee, obviously stunned, and Pombiie jumps up on the ring apron about the same time that Santiago finishes admonishing Elegance. Davy expertly puts the feather duster behind his back before the referee can spot it, and he stalks right over to Pombiie to try and get the behemoth off the apron as well. This is all Davy needs to reach up and over Grant's head while holding either end of the duster, and use it to try and choke the man out.
LO: Are you kidding me! I don't even know if Pombiie speaks English, but he's pointing into the ring to try and get Santiago to pay attention...
KO: Yeah, but the dimwit doesn't have a clue. He's to interested in trying to get him off the ring apron!
Eventually even Pombiie realizes none of this is helping, so he hops down off the ring apron and holds his hands up while backing away. The referee finally turns back to the ring, but Davy has already tossed the duster outside, and now has Grant laid out at his feet. He bows to the referee which draws a scathing reaction from the audience, before standing onto his tiptoes for a dreadfully long time before finally dropping down into a knee drop right across Grant's skull. He quickly hooks the leg for a cover.
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LO: THRE-NO! Grant rolls the shoulder, but he's still choking for breath after that dastardly display by Blossom, and Pombiie watches on worried as his agent is being taken to task by this idiot!
KO: Careful, Laur. If Davy was such an idiot, he wouldn't have Grant sprawled out on the canvas right now!
Davy gets to his feet and mimics the fist grab of air from Grant earlier, mocking the man as he struts around the ring. The fans all boo him and he waves them off, calling them cretins before rushing back in on Grant to boot him in the face as he tries to sit up. Some more vile humor ensues, but finally Davy pulls Grant up to his feet, and shoves him back into the corner. He waves his hand in front of his face as if Lenny stinks, and then uses that same hand to try and chop some of the stank off of him. The sound of flesh on flesh echoes through the arena, then again, and a third time!
LO: Blossom is really laying it on thick with the insults, but I have to admit those chops sound destructive!
KO: That's cause Davy knows all about delivering a chop! He chops the heads off of anyone that he deems uncouth...
Davy takes Grant by the wrist and whips him towards the opposite side, following him in close behind. As Grant reaches the corner, he reaches out to grab the top rope, momentarily pausing his momentum, but using the sudden shift to throw his legs up and over Davy as he barrels into the corner chest first. Grant takes this opportunity to deliver a drop kick that crushes Davy even further, and then pulls him halfway out only to hook him around the midsection, and deliver a release German suplex that sends the elitist crashing awkwardly down onto the back of his head and shoulders.
LO: Grant with a quick turn around there, but Davy is already trying to make it to his feet....Look..he's punch drunk!
KO: Oh no, this is embarrassing...
Davy comes off the canvas swinging wildly at nothing but air, not even facing the right direction as Grant. The entire audience laugh, save for Elegance, as Grant calls for him to turn his way. Eventually Davy does, but he walks right into Grant's waiting arms and a release belly to belly suplex that sends him sailing across the ring once more to land hard upon the canvas. Elegance, starting to panic, quickly wheels herself along the ring apron until she's nearly beside Pombiie.
LO: Grant just grabbed Blossom up and laid him back out with another belly to belly.....But what the hell is Elegance doing!
KO: She's giving that giant oaf at ringside a piece of her mind!
LO: What has he ever done to her? He's just trying to watch the match and ensure that Davy Blossom doesn't cheat.
KO: Whatever. You don't bring a side of beef like that to the party if you don't expect for it to get involved.
The action continues inside the ring with another near fall for Grant over Blossom, and afterwards a side suplex that plants Davy in the center of the ring. Outside, Elgance pushes the gold foot rests out of the way, and stands up angrily, screaming at the top of her lungs at Pombiie, and then falling to the ground, pushing her wheelchair over in the process. Pombiie stalks over to try and assist the woman, but she just keeps screaming, drawing the attention of both Grant and the referee. When the referee see's the scene, his eyes grow wide, and he leaps from the ring to get in front of Pombiie, demanding that Grant control the Brazilian Bulldozer.
LO: You have got to be freakin' kidding me! There isn't a damn thing wrong with that woman! She's been faking it!
KO: Oh no she hasn't! That was a moment of passion that gave her the strength to get up!
LO: Whatever! I thought she had a damn neck injury anyways! Why the hell is she out here in a wheelchair?
KO: THAT WOMAN IS A DELICATE GIFT!
The announcers continue to bicker as Grant tries to gain control of the situation. Elegance plays the part of the victim, and Pombiie the role of a dimwitted King Kong, until finally the referee demands that Pombiie be removed from ringside. Lenny tries to explain it to the man, who says several things in Brazilian before shrugging, and making his way to the back. Meanwhile, the referee and the time keeper manage to get Elegance back in her chair, and she feigns further injury as Grant hops up onto the apron to return to the ring. As he passes through the middle and top rope, he is painfully shocked by a quick rising Davy Blossom, who rushes over and boots the middle rope right up into his crotch!
LO: Those dirty bastards!
KO: Well, they are his testicles, Laur, but I wouldn't go that far.
LO: Not that, Davy Blossom and Elegance! Grant just had his manhood injured, and now Davy is pulling him back into the center of the ring and OH! SNAP MARE NECKBREAKER!
KO: Actually, Davy calls that move "Decrescendo Al Pianissimo of the World's Most Breathtaking Symphony"!
LO: Of course he does, and he seems mighty pleased with himself as Elegance waves the referee into the ring and he goes for the pin!
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Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall.....'THE DEWDROP OF WRESTLING'....DAVY BLOSSSOMMMM!!
Elegance nearly forgets again that she's wheelchair bound, bouncing around in her seat in ecstatic clapping while Davy steps up with a wide grin, and Victorian bows to the booing audience. The referee checks on Grant who is still clutching his nether regions as Davy slips to the outside, to kneel in front of Elegance, kissing both of her hands passionately. She cups his face in her palms, tears of joy glistening at the rims of her eyes, and she smiles sweetly while saying, 'You did it, my lord, and now your lady awaits to give you your due deserts.."
LO: Ewww...
KO: God, what a lucky guy. I mean, did I not tell you Laurence! Davy Blossom is the real deal!
LO: Yeah, he's really something all right. Like Coniving, manipulative, and an out and out cheater!
KO: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words only detract from your own intelligence!
LO: Whatever...well Davy Blossom with the victory here, folks, and I hear we have more seasons greetings from our Valor Pro Super Stars...
LO: KEN!
KO: Oh, right...we're on air. SO what about this Lenny Grant?
LO: Well, he's going to try his hand against Davy Blossom here tonight, and hopefully we'll see some good action with no interference, but it's doubtful.
KO: Well with no further ado, Generic Ring Announcer....TAKE IT AWAY!!
Ring Announcer: The following contest is the Opening Bout of the evening, and is scheduled for One Fall or Submission!
The opening riffs of 'Menace of Society' by Locust Grove hit's over the PA System, and up on the stage the Brazilian Bulldozer, Pombiie, steps through the curtain. His sheer size blocks the sight of Lenny Grant, who slips out in front of him and throws his arms over his head, nodding his head along with the lyrics as the chime in. The fans give a mixed reaction as he pauses at the top of the ramp to take in the Norwegian crowd.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, standing at six foot two and weighing in at 220 pounds, he hails from Miami, Florida and is accompanied to the ring by his prospect, Pombiie....This is LENNY GRANNTTT!!
Grant lets his arms drop down at his sides as he confidently makes his walk to the ring, followed closely by Pombiie who looks imposingly out at the crowd. Upon reaching ringside he directs Pombiie to stand in the far corner, and then leaps up onto the apron, and then right over the top rope to the interior of the ring. Again the arms are thrust upwards, and he parades around the ring like a prize fighter before stepping into his corner, saying something to Pombiie as his music fades.
LO: Lenny Grant made his in ring debut last show against Rex Rumble, where he dropped the egocentric superstar in short order. I'm interested to see what he can do against someone who isn't billed as enhancement talent.
KO: That's right, Laur, and I have it on good authority that Davy Blossom is coming here tonight for blood. Lenny Grant was just the unlucky soul to be his first victim on his road to victory.
LO: We'll just have to see about that. Thus far in his short career, Davy hasn't put up a single victory, mostly due to his cheating always backfiring on him. It should be interesting to see if he brings a different strategy into this one since this new declaration of the flower!
The haunting piano tune of "The Heart Asks Pleasure First" by Michael Nyman creeps onto the speakers, and everyone in the arena immediately turns to the stage in a chorus of boo's. From the curtain emerges Davy Blossom, pushing his wife/manager, Elegance, out onto the stage in her golden wheelchair. He stops short at the top of the ramp, and the two give royal waves to the negative crowd reaction, before Davy struggles to get Elegance's chair down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And introducing his opponent, standing at six foot two and weighting in at 230 pounds, he hails from Sausalito, California and is accompanied to the ring by his valet, Elegance, he is 'The Square Circle's Orchid', 'The Dandy Of The Ring', 'The Dewdrop of Wrestling'....DAVY BLOSSSOMMMM!!
Davy finally manages to get Elegance's chair to ringside, and he pulls it over to position it in a birds eye view of the ring as he kisses both of her hands before making his way up the steps. Once on the apron he cleans his boots on the ring dress, and then sweeps dramatically into the ring one leg at a time, spinning around in the center before coming to a stop, and delivering a deep bow to the booing crowd.
LO: No love lost here in Norway for Davy Blossom, as it appears Elegance is still confined to her wheel chair. Maybe that means she won't be able to interfere in this match the way she has at every other show.
KO: Interfere? I wouldn't call that interference, but a vested interest in her husbands craft. You can't place the same rules on Davy Blossom and Elegance as you do everyone else! Haven't you heard, Laur, they are the upper crust of society!
LO: Maybe that's the reason I like my sandwiches with the crusts cut off, cause they are horrible.
Kenneth Othello doesn't get a chance to defence the Blossom's any further before Diego Santiago calls for the bell, and the two men begin to circle. Just as Lenny Grant is about to lock up with Blossom, Davy throws his hands up in a time out gesture, and then gives Grant a non-impressed glance up and down. He turns and claps to Elegance, who reaches into her hand bag and tosses him what appears to be a feather duster. He steps back to the center of the ring and holds a palm out to placate Grant, before bending down to dust the man's boots. Grant's eyes grow wide, and then a look of rage washes over his face, as he flashes one of those boots up to catch Davy right in the face. Blossom drops the feather duster and clutches at his jaw, stumbling over into a corner followed closely by Grant.
LO: You see...this is what I'm talking about. Blossom already up to his old tricks, but Grant is having none of it. He's wearing Davy Blossom out with rights and lefts in the corner!
KO: That fool has spent too much time in Brazil among the savages! He can't treat an elitist like that!
Lenny doesn't appear to hear Ken's protests as he hammers away at Davy who has both arms up to try and protect his head. A few uppercuts find their way inside, and Davy finds himself sliding down the turnbuckles which calls for a different tactic from Grant, who grabs the top rope and proceeds to stomp into Davy's chest as if he's trying to put a hole through it. Davy finally comes to rest in a seated position, and Santiago has to force himself between the two to force Grant to let up. Finally Grant does, stalking around the ring and reaching out into the air in front of him, and drawing his fists in at his side as a symbol to which the crowd cheer for.
LO: Grant is fired up here, and he just turned his attention back to Davy whose still down in the corner, and takes off in a Running Go.....KNEE STRIKE RIGHT TO THE HEAD OF DAVY, CRUSHING HIS SKULL AGAINST THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!
KO: This is insane! Santiago, do your job! Get in there and stop this mad man!
Grant reaches down to grab Davy by the ankle to drag him out of the corner, but the Dew Drop of Wrestling grabs the middle ropes to be prevented from having any more damage inflicted. Grant grunts, grabbing the other ankle with his free hand, and yanks hard causing Davy to fly up into the air, and then slam down to the canvas right in front of the corner. The move appears to have knocked the wind out of Blossom, and Lenny wastes little time in leaping up to the second turnbuckle, and flying off, angling his elbow do land square into Davy's chest. Immediately after he hooks the leg, and uses his forearm to shove Davy's jaw into the mat for an aggressive cover.
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LO: Davy Blossom out at two, and Lenny Grant is already jerking him up to his feet. He takes him by the wrist and whips him hard to the far side...
KO: Davy hit's hard in the corner, and stumbles out, and here comes Grant with a clothesline, but Davy just leaped out of the way and Grant runs chest first into the turnbuckles instead!
The sudden move is a surprise to Grant who clutches at his chest, and Davy reaches between his legs and drags him down to the canvas in a schoolboy pin.
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LO: Grant out at two, and Davy had to realize that wouldn't hold him down after delivering such little offense.
KO: Hey, you take every opportunity to steal one I say. Davy now has Grant up, and whips him into the ropes, drops the head...Oh No, Davy....You telegraphed it!
Davy's head is still down when Grant rebounds back, and stops short right in front him only to take him by his ears and pull him forwards between his legs, and then lift him up and back down into a sit out powerbomb. Its at this moment that a loud banging sound comes from the other side of the ring, and both Grant and Santiago look in that direction to spy Elegance has rolled her chair over to the edge of the ring. In her hand is a golden gavel, and she bangs it furiously on the ring apron in between pointing at the referee and demanding that he stop this madness. Santiago and Grant exchange a glance, and then Santiago makes his way over to Elegance, demanding that she put the gavel away.
LO: Here we go again, just like old times! Elegance has caused a distraction even from her wheelchair...Unbelievable!
KO: That's a good woman right there, Laur. Hard to find...
LO: Anyways, Grant just turned his attention back to Davy and is reaching down to get him up...OH! DAVY JUST JAMMED A THUMB IN HIS EYE!
Grant reaches up to his gouged eye, stumbling blind for a moment around the ring. This gives Davy the chance to crawl over to where the feather duster had fell, scoop it up, and sneak in behind Grant only to crack him across the head with it. Grant goes down to one knee, obviously stunned, and Pombiie jumps up on the ring apron about the same time that Santiago finishes admonishing Elegance. Davy expertly puts the feather duster behind his back before the referee can spot it, and he stalks right over to Pombiie to try and get the behemoth off the apron as well. This is all Davy needs to reach up and over Grant's head while holding either end of the duster, and use it to try and choke the man out.
LO: Are you kidding me! I don't even know if Pombiie speaks English, but he's pointing into the ring to try and get Santiago to pay attention...
KO: Yeah, but the dimwit doesn't have a clue. He's to interested in trying to get him off the ring apron!
Eventually even Pombiie realizes none of this is helping, so he hops down off the ring apron and holds his hands up while backing away. The referee finally turns back to the ring, but Davy has already tossed the duster outside, and now has Grant laid out at his feet. He bows to the referee which draws a scathing reaction from the audience, before standing onto his tiptoes for a dreadfully long time before finally dropping down into a knee drop right across Grant's skull. He quickly hooks the leg for a cover.
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LO: THRE-NO! Grant rolls the shoulder, but he's still choking for breath after that dastardly display by Blossom, and Pombiie watches on worried as his agent is being taken to task by this idiot!
KO: Careful, Laur. If Davy was such an idiot, he wouldn't have Grant sprawled out on the canvas right now!
Davy gets to his feet and mimics the fist grab of air from Grant earlier, mocking the man as he struts around the ring. The fans all boo him and he waves them off, calling them cretins before rushing back in on Grant to boot him in the face as he tries to sit up. Some more vile humor ensues, but finally Davy pulls Grant up to his feet, and shoves him back into the corner. He waves his hand in front of his face as if Lenny stinks, and then uses that same hand to try and chop some of the stank off of him. The sound of flesh on flesh echoes through the arena, then again, and a third time!
LO: Blossom is really laying it on thick with the insults, but I have to admit those chops sound destructive!
KO: That's cause Davy knows all about delivering a chop! He chops the heads off of anyone that he deems uncouth...
Davy takes Grant by the wrist and whips him towards the opposite side, following him in close behind. As Grant reaches the corner, he reaches out to grab the top rope, momentarily pausing his momentum, but using the sudden shift to throw his legs up and over Davy as he barrels into the corner chest first. Grant takes this opportunity to deliver a drop kick that crushes Davy even further, and then pulls him halfway out only to hook him around the midsection, and deliver a release German suplex that sends the elitist crashing awkwardly down onto the back of his head and shoulders.
LO: Grant with a quick turn around there, but Davy is already trying to make it to his feet....Look..he's punch drunk!
KO: Oh no, this is embarrassing...
Davy comes off the canvas swinging wildly at nothing but air, not even facing the right direction as Grant. The entire audience laugh, save for Elegance, as Grant calls for him to turn his way. Eventually Davy does, but he walks right into Grant's waiting arms and a release belly to belly suplex that sends him sailing across the ring once more to land hard upon the canvas. Elegance, starting to panic, quickly wheels herself along the ring apron until she's nearly beside Pombiie.
LO: Grant just grabbed Blossom up and laid him back out with another belly to belly.....But what the hell is Elegance doing!
KO: She's giving that giant oaf at ringside a piece of her mind!
LO: What has he ever done to her? He's just trying to watch the match and ensure that Davy Blossom doesn't cheat.
KO: Whatever. You don't bring a side of beef like that to the party if you don't expect for it to get involved.
The action continues inside the ring with another near fall for Grant over Blossom, and afterwards a side suplex that plants Davy in the center of the ring. Outside, Elgance pushes the gold foot rests out of the way, and stands up angrily, screaming at the top of her lungs at Pombiie, and then falling to the ground, pushing her wheelchair over in the process. Pombiie stalks over to try and assist the woman, but she just keeps screaming, drawing the attention of both Grant and the referee. When the referee see's the scene, his eyes grow wide, and he leaps from the ring to get in front of Pombiie, demanding that Grant control the Brazilian Bulldozer.
LO: You have got to be freakin' kidding me! There isn't a damn thing wrong with that woman! She's been faking it!
KO: Oh no she hasn't! That was a moment of passion that gave her the strength to get up!
LO: Whatever! I thought she had a damn neck injury anyways! Why the hell is she out here in a wheelchair?
KO: THAT WOMAN IS A DELICATE GIFT!
The announcers continue to bicker as Grant tries to gain control of the situation. Elegance plays the part of the victim, and Pombiie the role of a dimwitted King Kong, until finally the referee demands that Pombiie be removed from ringside. Lenny tries to explain it to the man, who says several things in Brazilian before shrugging, and making his way to the back. Meanwhile, the referee and the time keeper manage to get Elegance back in her chair, and she feigns further injury as Grant hops up onto the apron to return to the ring. As he passes through the middle and top rope, he is painfully shocked by a quick rising Davy Blossom, who rushes over and boots the middle rope right up into his crotch!
LO: Those dirty bastards!
KO: Well, they are his testicles, Laur, but I wouldn't go that far.
LO: Not that, Davy Blossom and Elegance! Grant just had his manhood injured, and now Davy is pulling him back into the center of the ring and OH! SNAP MARE NECKBREAKER!
KO: Actually, Davy calls that move "Decrescendo Al Pianissimo of the World's Most Breathtaking Symphony"!
LO: Of course he does, and he seems mighty pleased with himself as Elegance waves the referee into the ring and he goes for the pin!
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Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall.....'THE DEWDROP OF WRESTLING'....DAVY BLOSSSOMMMM!!
Elegance nearly forgets again that she's wheelchair bound, bouncing around in her seat in ecstatic clapping while Davy steps up with a wide grin, and Victorian bows to the booing audience. The referee checks on Grant who is still clutching his nether regions as Davy slips to the outside, to kneel in front of Elegance, kissing both of her hands passionately. She cups his face in her palms, tears of joy glistening at the rims of her eyes, and she smiles sweetly while saying, 'You did it, my lord, and now your lady awaits to give you your due deserts.."
LO: Ewww...
KO: God, what a lucky guy. I mean, did I not tell you Laurence! Davy Blossom is the real deal!
LO: Yeah, he's really something all right. Like Coniving, manipulative, and an out and out cheater!
KO: Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words only detract from your own intelligence!
LO: Whatever...well Davy Blossom with the victory here, folks, and I hear we have more seasons greetings from our Valor Pro Super Stars...
{Double Or Nothing Match}
KO: Good God....I've got horns on my head too right now, but not the reindeer kind....
LO: Jesus, Ken. Am I going to have to hose you down?
KO: It isn't my fault, that was like back to back to back. First Vannah White's hottness, then Elegance, then Dakota......And two out of those three is single!
LO: I don't think an aging ring veteran is what those ladies are looking for, bud.
KO: You know what, I'm not going to dignify that with a comment. Generic Ring Announcer take it away!
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a Double Or Nothing Match scheduled for One Fall or Submission.
The lights go dim, and 'The Touch' by Stan Bush's 80's theme hits over the PA System. All of the lead lights pulse pink, and then swing down to illuminate the stage when Roxi Johnson bursts through the curtain full of energy. The fans come to their feet as she stops at the top of the ramp, running in place, and she pumps her fist in the air. A resounding cheer goes up as she moves from one end of the stage to the other, peering out at the crowd as they pump their fists right back at her.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, standing at five foot six and weighting in at 132 pounds, hailing from Tampa, Florida....she is Valor Pro's resident Super Hero....ROXI JOHNNSSOONNNN!!!
Roxi makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans, and acknowledging signs that were made just for her. Reaching ringside she belly slides under the bottom rope, pops up to her feet, and then takes the second turnbuckle of the far corner, fist pumping in the air all the while.
LO: Roxi Johnson is here tonight on a mission, and just like the name of the match, this is Double Or Nothing against Dakota Jennings!
KO: Who came up with that one, Laur? What does it actually mean?
LO: It's a throwback match, considering what happened in the Triple Threat last show. Dakota Jennings all but took out Roxi Johnson, only to have Siberia Zombie steal the victory at the last second. This match right here is to find out if the same conditions will occur in a one on one contest.
KO: Right, so if Roxi were to win here, she would prove that without outside factors, Dakota Jennings couldn't beat her?
LO: That's correct, Laur.
Speaking of Kota, the opening riffs of 'Survival' by Eminem hit's over the PA System, and the fans turn from Roxi in the ring to the Stage that flashes a bright light just as the lyrics kick in. When the lights go down Dakota is standing center stage, staring up at her one hand point skyward. Her head slowly tilts down to the ring along with the finger until she's pointing right at the ring. A grin comes over her face as the fans send a wave of cheers her way as she starts down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent, making her way to the ring standing at five foot six and weighting in at 115 pounds, hailing from Scottsdale, Arizona....She is DAKOTA JENNINNNGGGSSS!!
Dakota reaches ringside, and leaps up onto the apron, swinging herself in one perfect motion into the ring. She stops in her corner, throwing her finger heavenwards once more, the fans mimicking the move, and she smiles at members of the front row. Someone is holding up a sign that says, 'Where is Kota's Dishwasher', and she points out, mouthing, 'I know, right?' before hopping down and turning to face her opponent.
LO: Dakota Jennings definitely has her own fan following here in Valor Pro, and she has just as much to prove here tonight as Roxi does.
KO: More so, if you ask me. If Roxi Johnson loses here tonight it may hurt her pride, but it isn't going to do anything to the Legacy she's built after a legendary career. Dakota, on the other hand, needs this win.
LO: I honestly can't disagree, Ken, but the question is; Will she be able to pull that off?
KO: Well, Santiago just called for the bell, so I say we sit back and find out!
Roxi and Dakota begin to circle one another in the center of the ring, and Roxi offers a friendly handshake while Dakota focused like a laser only gives it a tap before the two lock up. Both jockey for position, but it's Roxi whose able to force Dakota back into a corner, and Santiago finds himself having to wedge himself between the two to force the break. Roxi holds her hands up and back peddles to the center of the ring, Jennings watches her go with a nod, stepping out to meet her once more. The two lock up again, but this time it's Dakota who forces Roxi back, pushing her into the ropes, and then rolling her until she finally lands in the corner. Again the referee forces the break, and this time it's Dakota holding her hands up this time, back peddling to the center of the ring.
LO: Slow start to this one, both women looking for an advantage and coming up short. It was nice to see that bit of sportsmanship at the beginning though.
KO: Yeah, Yeah. You saw what happened last time two competitors tried to make nice. Elina Cartel was retired from the business, leaving us championless, and Vannah White, green as grass, came away with the million dollar smile!
LO: Be that as it may, Roxi and Dakota have locked up again, but this time Roxi is able to get control of the arm, and applies a dragon twist. Before Dakota can even try and break away, Roxi is already winding up and twisting it again!
Dakota slaps at her shoulder, a look of discomfort crossing her face, as Roxi looks to try and go for the third twist. Dakota, however, has other ideas, as she reaches up and pops the woman right across the jaw with a right hand. The jarring surprise causes Roxi to release the arm, and she reaches up to her jaw with a look of shock. The fans give a mingled reaction to the first blow of the fight as well, but Dakota decides in for a penny, in for a pound, as she drives in another right that's much more deliberate.
KO: Well, that was a lot quicker than the White/Cartel match. Dakota Jenning's now is hammering Roxi all the way back to the ropes, and now takes her by the hair of the head and rams her face first into the nearest corner!
LO: That's a shame, but you know, Dakota Jenning's has had a bit of an attitude change as of late since splitting from Cross Recoba. Maybe its only fitting that she take a much more straight forward strategy coming into this match.
KO: You see, Laur, that's what I've been saying! To hell with getting cheered, and start throwing hands!
Dakota Jennings does just that, trapping Roxi in the corner with several front kicks right to the gut before taking her by the wrist and whipping her hard to the opposite side. Roxi strikes the turnbuckles, the force of which sends her stumbling out of the corner only to be met with a running lariat that takes her head off from Jennings. Roxi comes back up, albeit wobbly, and Dakota boots her in the midsection, hooks her around the head, and takes her back to the mat with a suplex. She floats over into a quick cover as Santiago drops to make the count.
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LO: Roxi out at two, and Dakota is already pulling her back to her feet and sending her off to the ropes. Roxi on her way back now, and Jennings NAILS her right in the face with a spin wheel kick!
KO: I think it's fair to say that Dakota is dominating here, as she pulls Roxi back up and shoves her over into the corner. Following her in, but NO! Roxi gets her feet up at the last second and knocks Jennings back!
LO: Dakota wading back in a second time, and again, gets caught right in the face by double boots!
Dakota stumbles back out to the center of the ring clutching at her jaw, as a beleaguered Roxi hops up to the second turnbuckle, and dives off, catching Jennings around the head as she goes for a vicious blockbuster. Roxi rolls right over to hook the leg.
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LO: It's Jennings turn to kick out at two, and Roxi leaves her on the ground only to perform a beautiful front flip leg drop!
KO: Jennings clutches at her skull as Roxi hops up, takes a short burst to the ropes, springboards off the second into a BEAUTIFUL TAKE FLIGHT!
Roxi's version of the Lion Sault crushes Dakota into the canvas, and she swiftly hooks the leg for a pin.
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LO: Dakota's arm thrusts off the canvas, and Roxi seems a little disappointed, but now has Jennings back on her feet. She tosses her off the ropes, and Jennings rebounds back to duck a clothesline attempt from Roxi!
KO: Back one more time, and Roxi drops the head for a back body drop, but Jennings Leap Frogs Right Over Her!
LO: Dakota on her way back one more time, and now Roxi catches her in a Tilt-A-Whirl, BUT JENNINGS CATCHES HER AROUND THE HEAD AND TAKES HER TO THE MAT WITH A HEAD SCISSORS TAKE OVER!
Roxi bounces off the mat, and both ladies scramble to their feet. Johnson rushes in on Dakota, who answers her with a snap northern light's suplex into a bridge. Santiago, out of breath due to the quick pace, drops down for another count.
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LO: Thre-NO! Roxi kicks out at two and a half, and Jennings beats the mat in frustration. Man, she appears to have a real chip on her shoulder in this one.
KO: She's just got something here to prove tonight, and that kick out signals she's got a little bit farther to go to do it.
Dakota yanks Roxi off the canvas with a fistful of hair, and rushes her into the corner where she smacks her skull off the top turnbuckle. Spinning her around, Jennings puts her head under Roxi's arm, and lifts her up to sit across the top turnbuckle. Dakota joins her by stepping up to the second, but Roxi answers this with a right hand that almost sends her back to the mat. Dakota won't be denied, as she answers right back with a right hand of her own, followed by several more that slump Roxi back precariously over the concrete floor below. Finally, with Roxi momentarily stunned, she hooks her around the head and forces her to her feet on the top, while stepping up all the way to join her. The fans come to their feet as Dakota violently yanks back, taking Roxi painfully down to the mat with a massive superplex!
LO: What A Move! Roxi is laid out in the ring, but that seems to have taken just as much out of Dakota Jennings. She's slowly coming too, however, and now slips over to cover Johnson!
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KO: THREe-NO! ROXI GOT THE SHOULDER UP! If Dakota Jennings wasn't frustrated before, she is now, coming up and arguing with the referee who adamantly signals a two count!
LO: Dakota now staring at Roxi Johnson's prone body, and she now seems to have a game plan as she heads out to the apron, and starts to ascend to the top turnbuckle...
Dakota reaches her perch, and stands to her full height, the fans coming to their feet as she signals that this one is over. Roxi stirs ever so slightly, but is still unable to sit up, and Jennings seeing this decides now is the time to strike. She gets some bounce from the ropes before sailing off, rotating end over end into a perfect 450 splash known as Jennesis. Unbeknownst to her, in mid spin, Roxi Johnson pulls both knee's up to her chest so that when Dakota lands, she finds nothing but bones in her rib cage.
LO: ROXI JOHNSON WITH THE LAST MINUTE KNEE'S, and Dakota Jennings is feeling the effects as she rolls around in the center of the ring clutching her guts!
KO: Johnson appears to have tweaked her right knee a little with that reversal, but she's getting back to her feet with some help from the ropes, and she's nodding with this capacity crowd that are pumping their fists for a comeback!
And comeback she does, as Dakota Jennings gets up to her feet she is met by Roxi Johnson with a high drop kick that sends her crashing back down to the mat. Roxi kips up from the maneuver, much to the fans delight, but when she turns back to where Jenning's should be laid out, she finds that her opponent has rolled all the way to the bottom rope and to the outside. Kota is holding her jaw, when she looks back up into the ring just in time to catch a missile like Roxi Johnson soaring through the middle and top rope into a suicide dive. The fans are on their feet as both women are laid out at ringside, and Santiago shakes his head before starting a ten count.
LO: Roxi Johnson has wiped herself and her opponent out with that suicide dive through the ropes, but man these fans are electric now!
KO: Yeah, and Roxi is already stirring at a count of five, pulling herself up by use of the apron. She just reached down and helped Dakota to her feet, BUT OH! JENNINGS HOOKED HER AROUND THE BACK OF THE HEAD WHILE PLACING THE TOP OF HERS UNDER ROXI'S CHIN AND DROPPED STRAIGHT TO HER KNEE'S INTO A JAW BREAKER!
Roxi stumbles up against the guardrail clutching at her face, as Jennings comes up, a violent look in her eye. She rolls into the ring, and then back out just long enough to restart Santiago's count, and then grabs Roxi by the wrist and sends her hurtling right for the time keepers station. Valor Pro personnel scatter as Roxi comes hurtling in, striking their table and tumbling over the surface to end up at the time keepers feet. Santiago admonishes Dakota as she stalks over to the area, yanking Roxi up and tosses her back over the table to the concrete below. That's when she sees it. The time keepers steel chair, just there within reach. She grabs the foreign object and stalks around the table, Roxi Johnson crawling on all fours towards the ring. Santiago protests heavily, and the fans reactions are a mixture, some screaming 'No', while the more bloodthirsty scream 'Yes'!
LO: What the hell is Dakota Jennings doing here? She's going to get herself disqualified!
KO: Maybe it's worth it, Laur. Maybe she's sending a message to the whole damn roster! Call her a trophy girlfriend now, and this is what you get!
Dakota pulls the chair up over her shoulder, and the referee continues to give warnings and signal that he'll call the match as Jennings stalks her prey. Roxi Johnson manages to turn over into a sitting position just as Jennings rare's back with the chair, but then she hesitates. Her and Roxi share a moment there, the gun cocked and loaded, and suddenly Jennings just shrugs her shoulders and tosses the chair off to the side. Some in the crowd moan, but Jennings doesn't seem to notice as she hops back up onto the apron, and enters the ring. She flicks her hair in the referee's face as she steps to the center of the ring, and gets in a fighting stance to wait for Roxi Johnson.
LO: I don't even know what to make of all that....what the hell is going on with Dakota Jennings?
KO: Well, she had a chance to leave her opponent laying, or the opportunity to finish the match, and it looks like she's saying she doesn't need that chair to do the job.
Johnson stares at the chair, then at Jennings, and back to the chair before shaking her head in disappointment, and climbing up onto the ring apron. Jennings flashes across the ring straight at Roxi, but she's surprised with Valor Pro's resident Super Hero grabs hold of the top rope, and rocks back to catch her right in the side of the head with a modified Pele kick. Jennings stumbles away from the ropes clutching her skull, and when she turns back around Roxi leaps up to the top rope, and then comes off to catch her with a hurricanrana that sends her crashing to the mat. Roxi quickly scrambles to hook the leg.
LO: After all of that drama, it's Roxi Johnson whose taken advantage of the situation to put this one away!
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KO: THREe-JENNINGS KICKED OUT!
LO: Roxi seems a little stunned, and she is now getting to her feet to confer with the Ref, but he's assuring her that Jennings got out before the three...
Roxi runs her hands through her long red hair to get it out of her face, and looks down at Dakota Jennings with a measure of respect. That would only go so far, however, as she knew she had to put the woman away. She pulls Dakota up to her feet, and tosses her off the ropes. As Dakota rebounds, Roxi rushes the ropes in front of her, springboards off the second, and spins around to flash her foot out for the patented 'Ray Of Hope' disaster kick. To everyone's shock, Dakota ducks under the boot and continues on to the ropes beyond. Roxi lands, and spins around just in time to catch sight of Dakota Jennings springboarding off the second to spin around, hook Roxi around the head, and then viciously swing back to spike her head off the canvas with a hurricanrana of her own!
LO: CROSS TO BEAR! Jenning's hooked Roxi's legs with her arms while still sitting on her shoulders!
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Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by Pinfall, DAKOTA JENNNINNGGSS!!
LO: Wow! I didn't see that one coming!
KO: I bet she's probably gonna want to change the name of that finisher before it's over. Still...I would've hit her with the chair.
LO: Come on, Ken, then she would have been disqualified, and we wouldn't have seen this ending. Dakota Jennings much more aggressive in this showing here tonight, but we really thought that Roxi Johnson had the match in hand, especially there at the end...
KO: Just goes to show that anything can happen in an instant here at Valor Pro.
Dakota Jennings continues to celebrate her victory as Roxi rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, visibly upset with the results, and shaking her head in disbelief. She still gets pats on the back as she makes her exit up the ramp, and she shakes a few straggling hands from fans who came to see her. When she reaches the top of the stage, she waves to the Norwegian crowd before turning to disappear behind the curtain. Suddenly the curtain is flung open and Roxi comes stumbling back out clutching her midsection, and the fans are stunned as Dakota Jennings pauses her celebration to stare up at the stage along with everyone else.
LO: What the hell is going on here? WAIT! THERE'S DAVY BLOSSOM!
KO: I KNEW HE WOULDN'T LET THIS GO!
In Davy's left hand is the feather duster that made an appearance earlier in the night during his match, and he uses it to bash Roxi over the head several times until she drops to her knee's. The crowd boo's unmercifully as he steps behind her, gripping the duster by either end before putting it over Roxi's head and pulling back to choke her with it. Roxi gasps for air as she reaches out into the ether for something to grab hold of, but there is nothing, and rapidly her face turns a bright shade of red. To Davy's dismay she somehow manages to get back up to her feet just as she begins to turn purple, and drives several elbows into his ribs until he lets loose of the hold.
LO: Roxi out of the choke hold this bastard put her in, but she's fighting for air.....man, her lungs must be on fire!
KO: Yeah, and Davy is taking the opportunity to spin her around, and he.....HE JUST SHOVED THE FEATHERS IN HER FACE AND IS DUSTING HER!!
LO: Davy Blossom is a real piece of work...Orchestrating this sneak attack after Roxi has already been through a grueling match, and now just trying to humiliate the woman!
KO: Wait...what is Dakota Jennings doing? She just left the ring, and is rushing up the ramp....Davy see's her coming and drops the duster, and is making a hasty exit!
Dakota checks through the curtain to make sure that Blossom is really gone, and then turns her attention back to Roxi Johnson, placing a hand on her shoulder. Roxi instinctively shrugs her off, looking up into the camera as she pulls feathers out of her mouth and nostrils. Enraged, she bolts right past Jennings through the curtain in pursuit of her attacker, leaving Dakota to stare after her in surprise. Finally, she shrugs her shoulders, flashes an award winning smile, and gives a final wave to the cheering Norwegian crowd before exiting herself.
LO: I tell you what, Ken, if Roxi Johnson catches up to Davy Blossom, there's going to be hell to pay....
KO: Well, you know, Laur, I hear they will be settling the score at Equinox.
LO: Where the hell did you hear that, and why hasn't anyone told me?
KO: Oh, I'm in the know, Brother-Of-Mine. You'll just have to read your news after it's already been broken by the Valor Pro website.
LO: Whatever! Huge win for Dakota Jennings, and a furious Roxi Johnson after that Davy Blossom attack...but I've got word we've got some activity backstage, so let's check it out!
LO: Jesus, Ken. Am I going to have to hose you down?
KO: It isn't my fault, that was like back to back to back. First Vannah White's hottness, then Elegance, then Dakota......And two out of those three is single!
LO: I don't think an aging ring veteran is what those ladies are looking for, bud.
KO: You know what, I'm not going to dignify that with a comment. Generic Ring Announcer take it away!
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a Double Or Nothing Match scheduled for One Fall or Submission.
The lights go dim, and 'The Touch' by Stan Bush's 80's theme hits over the PA System. All of the lead lights pulse pink, and then swing down to illuminate the stage when Roxi Johnson bursts through the curtain full of energy. The fans come to their feet as she stops at the top of the ramp, running in place, and she pumps her fist in the air. A resounding cheer goes up as she moves from one end of the stage to the other, peering out at the crowd as they pump their fists right back at her.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, standing at five foot six and weighting in at 132 pounds, hailing from Tampa, Florida....she is Valor Pro's resident Super Hero....ROXI JOHNNSSOONNNN!!!
Roxi makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans, and acknowledging signs that were made just for her. Reaching ringside she belly slides under the bottom rope, pops up to her feet, and then takes the second turnbuckle of the far corner, fist pumping in the air all the while.
LO: Roxi Johnson is here tonight on a mission, and just like the name of the match, this is Double Or Nothing against Dakota Jennings!
KO: Who came up with that one, Laur? What does it actually mean?
LO: It's a throwback match, considering what happened in the Triple Threat last show. Dakota Jennings all but took out Roxi Johnson, only to have Siberia Zombie steal the victory at the last second. This match right here is to find out if the same conditions will occur in a one on one contest.
KO: Right, so if Roxi were to win here, she would prove that without outside factors, Dakota Jennings couldn't beat her?
LO: That's correct, Laur.
Speaking of Kota, the opening riffs of 'Survival' by Eminem hit's over the PA System, and the fans turn from Roxi in the ring to the Stage that flashes a bright light just as the lyrics kick in. When the lights go down Dakota is standing center stage, staring up at her one hand point skyward. Her head slowly tilts down to the ring along with the finger until she's pointing right at the ring. A grin comes over her face as the fans send a wave of cheers her way as she starts down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And her opponent, making her way to the ring standing at five foot six and weighting in at 115 pounds, hailing from Scottsdale, Arizona....She is DAKOTA JENNINNNGGGSSS!!
Dakota reaches ringside, and leaps up onto the apron, swinging herself in one perfect motion into the ring. She stops in her corner, throwing her finger heavenwards once more, the fans mimicking the move, and she smiles at members of the front row. Someone is holding up a sign that says, 'Where is Kota's Dishwasher', and she points out, mouthing, 'I know, right?' before hopping down and turning to face her opponent.
LO: Dakota Jennings definitely has her own fan following here in Valor Pro, and she has just as much to prove here tonight as Roxi does.
KO: More so, if you ask me. If Roxi Johnson loses here tonight it may hurt her pride, but it isn't going to do anything to the Legacy she's built after a legendary career. Dakota, on the other hand, needs this win.
LO: I honestly can't disagree, Ken, but the question is; Will she be able to pull that off?
KO: Well, Santiago just called for the bell, so I say we sit back and find out!
Roxi and Dakota begin to circle one another in the center of the ring, and Roxi offers a friendly handshake while Dakota focused like a laser only gives it a tap before the two lock up. Both jockey for position, but it's Roxi whose able to force Dakota back into a corner, and Santiago finds himself having to wedge himself between the two to force the break. Roxi holds her hands up and back peddles to the center of the ring, Jennings watches her go with a nod, stepping out to meet her once more. The two lock up again, but this time it's Dakota who forces Roxi back, pushing her into the ropes, and then rolling her until she finally lands in the corner. Again the referee forces the break, and this time it's Dakota holding her hands up this time, back peddling to the center of the ring.
LO: Slow start to this one, both women looking for an advantage and coming up short. It was nice to see that bit of sportsmanship at the beginning though.
KO: Yeah, Yeah. You saw what happened last time two competitors tried to make nice. Elina Cartel was retired from the business, leaving us championless, and Vannah White, green as grass, came away with the million dollar smile!
LO: Be that as it may, Roxi and Dakota have locked up again, but this time Roxi is able to get control of the arm, and applies a dragon twist. Before Dakota can even try and break away, Roxi is already winding up and twisting it again!
Dakota slaps at her shoulder, a look of discomfort crossing her face, as Roxi looks to try and go for the third twist. Dakota, however, has other ideas, as she reaches up and pops the woman right across the jaw with a right hand. The jarring surprise causes Roxi to release the arm, and she reaches up to her jaw with a look of shock. The fans give a mingled reaction to the first blow of the fight as well, but Dakota decides in for a penny, in for a pound, as she drives in another right that's much more deliberate.
KO: Well, that was a lot quicker than the White/Cartel match. Dakota Jenning's now is hammering Roxi all the way back to the ropes, and now takes her by the hair of the head and rams her face first into the nearest corner!
LO: That's a shame, but you know, Dakota Jenning's has had a bit of an attitude change as of late since splitting from Cross Recoba. Maybe its only fitting that she take a much more straight forward strategy coming into this match.
KO: You see, Laur, that's what I've been saying! To hell with getting cheered, and start throwing hands!
Dakota Jennings does just that, trapping Roxi in the corner with several front kicks right to the gut before taking her by the wrist and whipping her hard to the opposite side. Roxi strikes the turnbuckles, the force of which sends her stumbling out of the corner only to be met with a running lariat that takes her head off from Jennings. Roxi comes back up, albeit wobbly, and Dakota boots her in the midsection, hooks her around the head, and takes her back to the mat with a suplex. She floats over into a quick cover as Santiago drops to make the count.
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LO: Roxi out at two, and Dakota is already pulling her back to her feet and sending her off to the ropes. Roxi on her way back now, and Jennings NAILS her right in the face with a spin wheel kick!
KO: I think it's fair to say that Dakota is dominating here, as she pulls Roxi back up and shoves her over into the corner. Following her in, but NO! Roxi gets her feet up at the last second and knocks Jennings back!
LO: Dakota wading back in a second time, and again, gets caught right in the face by double boots!
Dakota stumbles back out to the center of the ring clutching at her jaw, as a beleaguered Roxi hops up to the second turnbuckle, and dives off, catching Jennings around the head as she goes for a vicious blockbuster. Roxi rolls right over to hook the leg.
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LO: It's Jennings turn to kick out at two, and Roxi leaves her on the ground only to perform a beautiful front flip leg drop!
KO: Jennings clutches at her skull as Roxi hops up, takes a short burst to the ropes, springboards off the second into a BEAUTIFUL TAKE FLIGHT!
Roxi's version of the Lion Sault crushes Dakota into the canvas, and she swiftly hooks the leg for a pin.
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THRE-NO!
LO: Dakota's arm thrusts off the canvas, and Roxi seems a little disappointed, but now has Jennings back on her feet. She tosses her off the ropes, and Jennings rebounds back to duck a clothesline attempt from Roxi!
KO: Back one more time, and Roxi drops the head for a back body drop, but Jennings Leap Frogs Right Over Her!
LO: Dakota on her way back one more time, and now Roxi catches her in a Tilt-A-Whirl, BUT JENNINGS CATCHES HER AROUND THE HEAD AND TAKES HER TO THE MAT WITH A HEAD SCISSORS TAKE OVER!
Roxi bounces off the mat, and both ladies scramble to their feet. Johnson rushes in on Dakota, who answers her with a snap northern light's suplex into a bridge. Santiago, out of breath due to the quick pace, drops down for another count.
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LO: Thre-NO! Roxi kicks out at two and a half, and Jennings beats the mat in frustration. Man, she appears to have a real chip on her shoulder in this one.
KO: She's just got something here to prove tonight, and that kick out signals she's got a little bit farther to go to do it.
Dakota yanks Roxi off the canvas with a fistful of hair, and rushes her into the corner where she smacks her skull off the top turnbuckle. Spinning her around, Jennings puts her head under Roxi's arm, and lifts her up to sit across the top turnbuckle. Dakota joins her by stepping up to the second, but Roxi answers this with a right hand that almost sends her back to the mat. Dakota won't be denied, as she answers right back with a right hand of her own, followed by several more that slump Roxi back precariously over the concrete floor below. Finally, with Roxi momentarily stunned, she hooks her around the head and forces her to her feet on the top, while stepping up all the way to join her. The fans come to their feet as Dakota violently yanks back, taking Roxi painfully down to the mat with a massive superplex!
LO: What A Move! Roxi is laid out in the ring, but that seems to have taken just as much out of Dakota Jennings. She's slowly coming too, however, and now slips over to cover Johnson!
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KO: THREe-NO! ROXI GOT THE SHOULDER UP! If Dakota Jennings wasn't frustrated before, she is now, coming up and arguing with the referee who adamantly signals a two count!
LO: Dakota now staring at Roxi Johnson's prone body, and she now seems to have a game plan as she heads out to the apron, and starts to ascend to the top turnbuckle...
Dakota reaches her perch, and stands to her full height, the fans coming to their feet as she signals that this one is over. Roxi stirs ever so slightly, but is still unable to sit up, and Jennings seeing this decides now is the time to strike. She gets some bounce from the ropes before sailing off, rotating end over end into a perfect 450 splash known as Jennesis. Unbeknownst to her, in mid spin, Roxi Johnson pulls both knee's up to her chest so that when Dakota lands, she finds nothing but bones in her rib cage.
LO: ROXI JOHNSON WITH THE LAST MINUTE KNEE'S, and Dakota Jennings is feeling the effects as she rolls around in the center of the ring clutching her guts!
KO: Johnson appears to have tweaked her right knee a little with that reversal, but she's getting back to her feet with some help from the ropes, and she's nodding with this capacity crowd that are pumping their fists for a comeback!
And comeback she does, as Dakota Jennings gets up to her feet she is met by Roxi Johnson with a high drop kick that sends her crashing back down to the mat. Roxi kips up from the maneuver, much to the fans delight, but when she turns back to where Jenning's should be laid out, she finds that her opponent has rolled all the way to the bottom rope and to the outside. Kota is holding her jaw, when she looks back up into the ring just in time to catch a missile like Roxi Johnson soaring through the middle and top rope into a suicide dive. The fans are on their feet as both women are laid out at ringside, and Santiago shakes his head before starting a ten count.
LO: Roxi Johnson has wiped herself and her opponent out with that suicide dive through the ropes, but man these fans are electric now!
KO: Yeah, and Roxi is already stirring at a count of five, pulling herself up by use of the apron. She just reached down and helped Dakota to her feet, BUT OH! JENNINGS HOOKED HER AROUND THE BACK OF THE HEAD WHILE PLACING THE TOP OF HERS UNDER ROXI'S CHIN AND DROPPED STRAIGHT TO HER KNEE'S INTO A JAW BREAKER!
Roxi stumbles up against the guardrail clutching at her face, as Jennings comes up, a violent look in her eye. She rolls into the ring, and then back out just long enough to restart Santiago's count, and then grabs Roxi by the wrist and sends her hurtling right for the time keepers station. Valor Pro personnel scatter as Roxi comes hurtling in, striking their table and tumbling over the surface to end up at the time keepers feet. Santiago admonishes Dakota as she stalks over to the area, yanking Roxi up and tosses her back over the table to the concrete below. That's when she sees it. The time keepers steel chair, just there within reach. She grabs the foreign object and stalks around the table, Roxi Johnson crawling on all fours towards the ring. Santiago protests heavily, and the fans reactions are a mixture, some screaming 'No', while the more bloodthirsty scream 'Yes'!
LO: What the hell is Dakota Jennings doing here? She's going to get herself disqualified!
KO: Maybe it's worth it, Laur. Maybe she's sending a message to the whole damn roster! Call her a trophy girlfriend now, and this is what you get!
Dakota pulls the chair up over her shoulder, and the referee continues to give warnings and signal that he'll call the match as Jennings stalks her prey. Roxi Johnson manages to turn over into a sitting position just as Jennings rare's back with the chair, but then she hesitates. Her and Roxi share a moment there, the gun cocked and loaded, and suddenly Jennings just shrugs her shoulders and tosses the chair off to the side. Some in the crowd moan, but Jennings doesn't seem to notice as she hops back up onto the apron, and enters the ring. She flicks her hair in the referee's face as she steps to the center of the ring, and gets in a fighting stance to wait for Roxi Johnson.
LO: I don't even know what to make of all that....what the hell is going on with Dakota Jennings?
KO: Well, she had a chance to leave her opponent laying, or the opportunity to finish the match, and it looks like she's saying she doesn't need that chair to do the job.
Johnson stares at the chair, then at Jennings, and back to the chair before shaking her head in disappointment, and climbing up onto the ring apron. Jennings flashes across the ring straight at Roxi, but she's surprised with Valor Pro's resident Super Hero grabs hold of the top rope, and rocks back to catch her right in the side of the head with a modified Pele kick. Jennings stumbles away from the ropes clutching her skull, and when she turns back around Roxi leaps up to the top rope, and then comes off to catch her with a hurricanrana that sends her crashing to the mat. Roxi quickly scrambles to hook the leg.
LO: After all of that drama, it's Roxi Johnson whose taken advantage of the situation to put this one away!
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KO: THREe-JENNINGS KICKED OUT!
LO: Roxi seems a little stunned, and she is now getting to her feet to confer with the Ref, but he's assuring her that Jennings got out before the three...
Roxi runs her hands through her long red hair to get it out of her face, and looks down at Dakota Jennings with a measure of respect. That would only go so far, however, as she knew she had to put the woman away. She pulls Dakota up to her feet, and tosses her off the ropes. As Dakota rebounds, Roxi rushes the ropes in front of her, springboards off the second, and spins around to flash her foot out for the patented 'Ray Of Hope' disaster kick. To everyone's shock, Dakota ducks under the boot and continues on to the ropes beyond. Roxi lands, and spins around just in time to catch sight of Dakota Jennings springboarding off the second to spin around, hook Roxi around the head, and then viciously swing back to spike her head off the canvas with a hurricanrana of her own!
LO: CROSS TO BEAR! Jenning's hooked Roxi's legs with her arms while still sitting on her shoulders!
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Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by Pinfall, DAKOTA JENNNINNGGSS!!
LO: Wow! I didn't see that one coming!
KO: I bet she's probably gonna want to change the name of that finisher before it's over. Still...I would've hit her with the chair.
LO: Come on, Ken, then she would have been disqualified, and we wouldn't have seen this ending. Dakota Jennings much more aggressive in this showing here tonight, but we really thought that Roxi Johnson had the match in hand, especially there at the end...
KO: Just goes to show that anything can happen in an instant here at Valor Pro.
Dakota Jennings continues to celebrate her victory as Roxi rolls under the bottom rope to the outside, visibly upset with the results, and shaking her head in disbelief. She still gets pats on the back as she makes her exit up the ramp, and she shakes a few straggling hands from fans who came to see her. When she reaches the top of the stage, she waves to the Norwegian crowd before turning to disappear behind the curtain. Suddenly the curtain is flung open and Roxi comes stumbling back out clutching her midsection, and the fans are stunned as Dakota Jennings pauses her celebration to stare up at the stage along with everyone else.
LO: What the hell is going on here? WAIT! THERE'S DAVY BLOSSOM!
KO: I KNEW HE WOULDN'T LET THIS GO!
In Davy's left hand is the feather duster that made an appearance earlier in the night during his match, and he uses it to bash Roxi over the head several times until she drops to her knee's. The crowd boo's unmercifully as he steps behind her, gripping the duster by either end before putting it over Roxi's head and pulling back to choke her with it. Roxi gasps for air as she reaches out into the ether for something to grab hold of, but there is nothing, and rapidly her face turns a bright shade of red. To Davy's dismay she somehow manages to get back up to her feet just as she begins to turn purple, and drives several elbows into his ribs until he lets loose of the hold.
LO: Roxi out of the choke hold this bastard put her in, but she's fighting for air.....man, her lungs must be on fire!
KO: Yeah, and Davy is taking the opportunity to spin her around, and he.....HE JUST SHOVED THE FEATHERS IN HER FACE AND IS DUSTING HER!!
LO: Davy Blossom is a real piece of work...Orchestrating this sneak attack after Roxi has already been through a grueling match, and now just trying to humiliate the woman!
KO: Wait...what is Dakota Jennings doing? She just left the ring, and is rushing up the ramp....Davy see's her coming and drops the duster, and is making a hasty exit!
Dakota checks through the curtain to make sure that Blossom is really gone, and then turns her attention back to Roxi Johnson, placing a hand on her shoulder. Roxi instinctively shrugs her off, looking up into the camera as she pulls feathers out of her mouth and nostrils. Enraged, she bolts right past Jennings through the curtain in pursuit of her attacker, leaving Dakota to stare after her in surprise. Finally, she shrugs her shoulders, flashes an award winning smile, and gives a final wave to the cheering Norwegian crowd before exiting herself.
LO: I tell you what, Ken, if Roxi Johnson catches up to Davy Blossom, there's going to be hell to pay....
KO: Well, you know, Laur, I hear they will be settling the score at Equinox.
LO: Where the hell did you hear that, and why hasn't anyone told me?
KO: Oh, I'm in the know, Brother-Of-Mine. You'll just have to read your news after it's already been broken by the Valor Pro website.
LO: Whatever! Huge win for Dakota Jennings, and a furious Roxi Johnson after that Davy Blossom attack...but I've got word we've got some activity backstage, so let's check it out!
Unusually for her, Brodie sits in her locker room. The lights are switched off, the room itself almost plunged entirely into darkness, the only light coming from the phone in her hand, she seems to be staring off into the darkness, a small smile twisted on her lips.
Brodie: I understand… what you have taught, how you led me. It has not been forgotten.
A soft sound, like a whisper comes from the shadows. She shakes her head, a hand going to the side of it as she tugs gently at her hair.
Brodie: No. no. He will help, he guides me, he…
The whisper gets louder, the soft sound of footsteps coming from the shadows causes her to sit upright, her body tensing as a hand reaches out to touch her shoulder. She looks as though she wants to snarl at the intrusion, but she holds back.
Brodie: We will not disappoint you, your training. You know it has been invaluable, but the Butcher.
? : Is a coward, a fraud… he wants to control you Brodie, as he always has.
Her eyes close for a moment, shrugging off the hand she bites back on her jaw.
Brodie: NO. You don’t understand, you have never understood. He provides, it is his word, his will… Tonight is because of him, for him, as much as it is for anyone. I will stand by the side of the failure, I will bolster her… I will let her think she can amount to anything.
A sudden knock at the door causes her to jump, pulling up from her seat, that same hand disappears back into the shadows where he hides. She walks to the door, pressing her palm against it. A soft sigh leaves her lips, she can feel his presence beyond the door. After a long pause she pulls it open just a crack, but there is no one there, just a note attached to the door, snatching it down she presses the paper to her chest. Stepping back into the room she slams the door, finally reading over the note. Her eyes widen as she reads the scripture contained within the small scrap of paper, whipping on her heels she looks back to the shadows with a quick nod.
Brodie: They will learn tonight… They will all learn.
Featuring: Cosmo Cooper & Vanessa Byrne
It’s that time again, folks. The recognizable rock riffing of George Thorogood’s Bad to the Bone begins and the crowd of the Jordal Amfi Arena is on its feet in hopeful anticipation of another exciting segment. And out strides Brad Stokes to pour water on that fire, bearing his trademark leather jacket he purposely splits open to reveal yet another custom t-shirt that bears his likeness above the words: Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh-Brad to the Bone written in a stylized font only Brad Stokes would think is cool. Brad earnestly believes that’s what George Thorogood is singing, by the way. He's mouthing the words and pointing to himself every time George Thorogood says the word "bad" as if it was Brad. It's like the ultimate dad joke.
After an annoying while of that, surveying the crowd that is becoming less enthusiastic with each passing minute, Brad reaches into his leather jacket pocket and slips on a pair of cool black sunglasses and a can of unopened beer. He opens it and takes a hearty chug before strolling down the ramp, eyeing down the fans at the guard rails. Brad taunts some kid and threatens to pour the beer on the kids head. The kid’s father pushes Brad’s hand before he can actually spill it and the beer spills all over Brad’s face. Brad is upset. He throws the beer can at the kid’s dad who luckily deflects the can back at Brad accidentally rather than by design. Brad is pissed but now he’s got the lip of the beer can in his eye and walks down the rest of the way to the ring bracing his eye and he's about to lay into the kid's dad when ring security gets him in a firm bouncer's arm lock and steers a livid Brad Stokes away from a potential lawsuit and walks him the rest of the way down to the ring. Grudgingly, Brad steps up the ring steps, fixing his jacket, and glaring into the crowd at the kid's dad before getting into the ring and fixing his hair.
Brad Stokes: Cut the damn music I’m mad now.
The music cuts and Brad glares as the crowd cheers raucously.
BS: Shut the hell up. Let's get this over with quick so I can get naked and fight that guy like we did it in the old days.
The crowd won’t shut up, as he’s angrily requested.
BS: I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP, I GOT A CONCUSSION.
Brad braces his head. The crowd reluctantly dies down. Not out of respect for Brad’s condition, but because there’s ring crew indicating this is, indeed, a planned segment. Brad is still bracing his eye with one hand, holding the microphone with the other.
BS: You stupid Denmarkians got STOCKHOLM syndrome from living in STOCKHOLM and I’m over here being Brad F’N Stokes and I’m doing just F’N fine, biznatches.
He laughs as the crowd boos. Brad holds his head.
BS: And I got a concussion dammit.
The crowd is still booing. Brad closes his eyes with a wince, like he’s suddenly reliving the experience from the last episode of Blitz, and his last in-ring segment.
BS: I got it from when that one guy, think his name's Davy, I can't remember, threw me out of the ring and his wife or whatever hit with me with her wheelchair and then...
After an annoying while of that, surveying the crowd that is becoming less enthusiastic with each passing minute, Brad reaches into his leather jacket pocket and slips on a pair of cool black sunglasses and a can of unopened beer. He opens it and takes a hearty chug before strolling down the ramp, eyeing down the fans at the guard rails. Brad taunts some kid and threatens to pour the beer on the kids head. The kid’s father pushes Brad’s hand before he can actually spill it and the beer spills all over Brad’s face. Brad is upset. He throws the beer can at the kid’s dad who luckily deflects the can back at Brad accidentally rather than by design. Brad is pissed but now he’s got the lip of the beer can in his eye and walks down the rest of the way to the ring bracing his eye and he's about to lay into the kid's dad when ring security gets him in a firm bouncer's arm lock and steers a livid Brad Stokes away from a potential lawsuit and walks him the rest of the way down to the ring. Grudgingly, Brad steps up the ring steps, fixing his jacket, and glaring into the crowd at the kid's dad before getting into the ring and fixing his hair.
Brad Stokes: Cut the damn music I’m mad now.
The music cuts and Brad glares as the crowd cheers raucously.
BS: Shut the hell up. Let's get this over with quick so I can get naked and fight that guy like we did it in the old days.
The crowd won’t shut up, as he’s angrily requested.
BS: I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP, I GOT A CONCUSSION.
Brad braces his head. The crowd reluctantly dies down. Not out of respect for Brad’s condition, but because there’s ring crew indicating this is, indeed, a planned segment. Brad is still bracing his eye with one hand, holding the microphone with the other.
BS: You stupid Denmarkians got STOCKHOLM syndrome from living in STOCKHOLM and I’m over here being Brad F’N Stokes and I’m doing just F’N fine, biznatches.
He laughs as the crowd boos. Brad holds his head.
BS: And I got a concussion dammit.
The crowd is still booing. Brad closes his eyes with a wince, like he’s suddenly reliving the experience from the last episode of Blitz, and his last in-ring segment.
BS: I got it from when that one guy, think his name's Davy, I can't remember, threw me out of the ring and his wife or whatever hit with me with her wheelchair and then...
Brad braces his head, embarking on a mental journey into a horrible flashback. It's like he's reciting a dread vision he's had.
BS: ... then it's the color orange, now red, no orange...and pain, uh… a lot of blue light… Oh my god Flat line. Flat line. Flat line. My mother’s embrace… a cool spring day…. A sail boat… viking chanting.. an old man with a beard…
He shuts his eyes tight, like he’s in a very vulnerable place, and all of a sudden opens them like he’s back from whereever he just went, looking around startled.
BS: Alright. Alright. I'm okay. I'm okay.
He’s back to being Brad Stokes. His grin returns.
BS: Welcome welcome to night 2, or 3… or whatever the hell this is of my world F’n tour. I… am Brad F’n Stokes. And this is my F’n show. And YOU are F’n Norwegians with your free F’n Healthcare and your stupid F’n haircuts and your dumb F’n shoes and I… I have an F’n concussion that will probably develop into a brain F’n tumor so you better pay me the F’n respect I F’n deserve okay, ya F’n F’ers.
Brad’s pretty proud of himself.
BS: Tonight… we have a very special F’n guest. She is the hottest woman over 50… MY F’N BOSS…
He has to stop to read her name off a cue card he had tucked into his pocket. He squints at the hard-to-read words.
BS: Vanessa… F’N… BYRNE!
“Lady Venom” hits over the speaker, and out struts a gloriously garbed like your atypical Mrs. Claus, with red velvet mini dress and black boots, matching red velvet elbow length gloves and a cute little santa hat is an effortlessly coiffed Vanessa Byrne striding down the ramp, with a red velvet sack slung dangling gently from her forefinger over her shoulder . She doesn’t look entirely impressed with Brad, but her smooth glide down to the ring is unmarred by her apparent distaste with Brad Stokes right now. She saunters into the ring and smolders at an oblivious Brad while a microphone is handed to her.
Vanessa Byrne: He--
BS: VANESSA F’N BYRNE EVERYBODY!!!
The crowd cheers. Vanessa looks ever less impressed.
VB: Brad--
BS: VANESSA F’N BYRNE LADIES AND GENTS! Don’t she look F’n Fine! F'n F!!!
Vanessa glares. She’s about to speak but Brad cuts her off.
BS: YOU’D NEVER KNOW THAT THIS F’N PIECE OF ASS IS--
VB: Stop saying F’n, you imbecile.
The crowd oohs. Brad is offended.
BS: I’m not saying ‘F’n’. You’re saying F’n.
VB: You’re saying ‘F’n’, Brad. A lot. We have ground to cover. Do shut up.
The crowd ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ again. Brad is right irritated now. Clutching his eye again from when the beer can hit him.
BS: Now hold just an F’n second! I said F’n cause you said F’n.
You can hear Vanessa sighing into the microphone while she glares at Brad.
BS: I didn’t say F’n, all right? I’d never say that. I don't say F'n. I've never said F'n. And goddammit I'll never say F'n. It’s hackney and stupid and that is not who I are, NOW LETS GET RIGHT F'N DOWN TO IT.
Hard to argue with earnest ignorance. Vanessa Byrne rolls her eyes and butts right in.
VB: As amusing as this banter with you may be, Bradley, we have more important matters to attend to.
BS: Like me getting a raise, ya F’n Christmas Harpy.
She soldiers on, glaring at him as she speaks.
VB: About the small matter of our recently vacated Apex Championship, you nimrod.
BS: The Apex F’n CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd explodes, though they’re not sure why. Vanessa is silently fuming as the crowd noise once more dies down. Ever the professional, she remains calm.
VB: Do be quiet. Of all the women you'll see tonight dressed as a vaguely or overtly sexualized Santa Claus, I'll be the third and final, like the last and most portentous Dickens ghost.
He shuts his eyes tight, like he’s in a very vulnerable place, and all of a sudden opens them like he’s back from whereever he just went, looking around startled.
BS: Alright. Alright. I'm okay. I'm okay.
He’s back to being Brad Stokes. His grin returns.
BS: Welcome welcome to night 2, or 3… or whatever the hell this is of my world F’n tour. I… am Brad F’n Stokes. And this is my F’n show. And YOU are F’n Norwegians with your free F’n Healthcare and your stupid F’n haircuts and your dumb F’n shoes and I… I have an F’n concussion that will probably develop into a brain F’n tumor so you better pay me the F’n respect I F’n deserve okay, ya F’n F’ers.
Brad’s pretty proud of himself.
BS: Tonight… we have a very special F’n guest. She is the hottest woman over 50… MY F’N BOSS…
He has to stop to read her name off a cue card he had tucked into his pocket. He squints at the hard-to-read words.
BS: Vanessa… F’N… BYRNE!
“Lady Venom” hits over the speaker, and out struts a gloriously garbed like your atypical Mrs. Claus, with red velvet mini dress and black boots, matching red velvet elbow length gloves and a cute little santa hat is an effortlessly coiffed Vanessa Byrne striding down the ramp, with a red velvet sack slung dangling gently from her forefinger over her shoulder . She doesn’t look entirely impressed with Brad, but her smooth glide down to the ring is unmarred by her apparent distaste with Brad Stokes right now. She saunters into the ring and smolders at an oblivious Brad while a microphone is handed to her.
Vanessa Byrne: He--
BS: VANESSA F’N BYRNE EVERYBODY!!!
The crowd cheers. Vanessa looks ever less impressed.
VB: Brad--
BS: VANESSA F’N BYRNE LADIES AND GENTS! Don’t she look F’n Fine! F'n F!!!
Vanessa glares. She’s about to speak but Brad cuts her off.
BS: YOU’D NEVER KNOW THAT THIS F’N PIECE OF ASS IS--
VB: Stop saying F’n, you imbecile.
The crowd oohs. Brad is offended.
BS: I’m not saying ‘F’n’. You’re saying F’n.
VB: You’re saying ‘F’n’, Brad. A lot. We have ground to cover. Do shut up.
The crowd ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ again. Brad is right irritated now. Clutching his eye again from when the beer can hit him.
BS: Now hold just an F’n second! I said F’n cause you said F’n.
You can hear Vanessa sighing into the microphone while she glares at Brad.
BS: I didn’t say F’n, all right? I’d never say that. I don't say F'n. I've never said F'n. And goddammit I'll never say F'n. It’s hackney and stupid and that is not who I are, NOW LETS GET RIGHT F'N DOWN TO IT.
Hard to argue with earnest ignorance. Vanessa Byrne rolls her eyes and butts right in.
VB: As amusing as this banter with you may be, Bradley, we have more important matters to attend to.
BS: Like me getting a raise, ya F’n Christmas Harpy.
She soldiers on, glaring at him as she speaks.
VB: About the small matter of our recently vacated Apex Championship, you nimrod.
BS: The Apex F’n CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd explodes, though they’re not sure why. Vanessa is silently fuming as the crowd noise once more dies down. Ever the professional, she remains calm.
VB: Do be quiet. Of all the women you'll see tonight dressed as a vaguely or overtly sexualized Santa Claus, I'll be the third and final, like the last and most portentous Dickens ghost.
BS: F'n Slow down, please, ya brit, folks at home can't keep up.
Vanessa ignores him.
VB: And I, let me clear, have the best gifts.
She smirks, like it were an inside joke. Brad chimes in after a moment of crowd noise.
BS: Is this about sex?
Vanessa eyes him bluntly.
VB: This is about what I have in Santa Byrne’s sack of goodies, Brad…
BS: Is that code for sex? Cause let me tell ya something!
He looks proudly into the crowd.
BS: It's almost New Years and Daddy F'n Stokes is gonna get F'n LAID! AAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA.
Vanessa stares. Then continues.
VB: It's a gift. Last Blitz, as everyone but you, Brad, is aware, our champion, Elina Cartel, sustained a severe injury, and was forced to vacate the title.
BS: Elina F’n CART--
VB: Shut. Up. You bloody wanker. This isn't about you. It'll never be about you. This is about those few on my roster who have more than earned their right to be lavished by yours truly.
Her stare shuts him up more than the tone that could stop rushing tsunami water.
VB: So shut up. You come out here with all your pomp and idiocy, and the only thing keeping you from unemployment is your contract.
BS: It’s true. Plus it’s F’n Christmas.
Brad snickers.
BS: And I got a great F’n agent. That's it, isn't it? I'm gonna be the NEW F'n Apex F'n Champ--
VB: No, Brad. It’s not you. There's only one who's had my eye this Christmas. Someone so very deserving of every possible gift I have to bear.
BS: So… me.
VB: No.
BS: Elina F’n CART--
VB: Shut. Up. You bloody wanker. This isn't about you. It'll never be about you. This is about those few on my roster who have more than earned their right to be lavished by yours truly.
Her stare shuts him up more than the tone that could stop rushing tsunami water.
VB: So shut up. You come out here with all your pomp and idiocy, and the only thing keeping you from unemployment is your contract.
BS: It’s true. Plus it’s F’n Christmas.
Brad snickers.
BS: And I got a great F’n agent. That's it, isn't it? I'm gonna be the NEW F'n Apex F'n Champ--
VB: No, Brad. It’s not you. There's only one who's had my eye this Christmas. Someone so very deserving of every possible gift I have to bear.
BS: So… me.
VB: No.
She states, definitely.
VB: In this sack is a present, and I bet the intelligent among you can guess at what’s inside.
Brad is wracking his brain trying to guess.
VB: While Mr. Stokes burns out in his mind, there’s only one I wish to lavish with a well-earned Christmas gift of an Apex Championship this year. The rest of my roster has, as of now, remained undeserving.
A smirk is forming on her lips. The crowd is anticipating.
VB: Cosmo Cooper… come on down and collect your Christmas present.
She says it with a hint of allure, letting the sack bearing the Apex Championship dangle from her forefinger like an invitation.
It doesn’t take long for “Lifted” to hit. There’s a loud ovation from the crowd as Cosmo walks out in his own t-shirt and flatbill hat with a pair of athletic shorts on. He fist bumps the crowd around ringside on the way down before he turns and winks at Vanessa before leaping into the ring over the top rope. He pauses in front of his boss. Vanessa gleams at him. She does a slow circle of Cosmo, eyeing him up and down like it were a careful appraisal of valuable property.
VB: My dear Cosmo. You’ve proven, in such a short time, how up to every single task I’ve set before you you really are. From the smallest of tasks… to the great… big.. Tasks.
She says it with a vague hint of innuendo, her velvet gloved finger stopping just short of teasing a touch along his cheek.
VB: That’s why you, and you alone are fit to wear the Apex Championship.
She slips it from the sack and presents it to Cosmo like she were about to fit it around his waist. The crowd is a rush of mixed energy. And before Cosmo can get a word in, the opening notes of ‘Salvation Code (Makeup and Vanity Remix)” by Scandroid blasts out through the arena. Vanessa stops and stands up to glare up the ramp, annoyed at the interruption. On stage, Brennan Devlin emerges from the curtain and descends down the ramp. Devlin walks with his usual cocky swagger, a red jacket and green pants on as well as a Santa hat. He holds his hat on as he steps up onto the apron and over the second rope, into the ring.
Once inside, Devlin walks right up to Cosmo and gives him a smug look, then pushes right past him, bumping shoulders as he walks over to the edge of the ring and grabs himself a microphone.
Brennan Devlin: Hey guys.
Vanessa is even less impressed, were that possible. Brennan gives a mocking little wave at all of them, surrounded by people in the ring which all had their various issues with him.
Brennan Devlin: Brad, buddy, you look horrible by the way, you should be lying down…
Brad is wracking his brain trying to guess.
VB: While Mr. Stokes burns out in his mind, there’s only one I wish to lavish with a well-earned Christmas gift of an Apex Championship this year. The rest of my roster has, as of now, remained undeserving.
A smirk is forming on her lips. The crowd is anticipating.
VB: Cosmo Cooper… come on down and collect your Christmas present.
She says it with a hint of allure, letting the sack bearing the Apex Championship dangle from her forefinger like an invitation.
It doesn’t take long for “Lifted” to hit. There’s a loud ovation from the crowd as Cosmo walks out in his own t-shirt and flatbill hat with a pair of athletic shorts on. He fist bumps the crowd around ringside on the way down before he turns and winks at Vanessa before leaping into the ring over the top rope. He pauses in front of his boss. Vanessa gleams at him. She does a slow circle of Cosmo, eyeing him up and down like it were a careful appraisal of valuable property.
VB: My dear Cosmo. You’ve proven, in such a short time, how up to every single task I’ve set before you you really are. From the smallest of tasks… to the great… big.. Tasks.
She says it with a vague hint of innuendo, her velvet gloved finger stopping just short of teasing a touch along his cheek.
VB: That’s why you, and you alone are fit to wear the Apex Championship.
She slips it from the sack and presents it to Cosmo like she were about to fit it around his waist. The crowd is a rush of mixed energy. And before Cosmo can get a word in, the opening notes of ‘Salvation Code (Makeup and Vanity Remix)” by Scandroid blasts out through the arena. Vanessa stops and stands up to glare up the ramp, annoyed at the interruption. On stage, Brennan Devlin emerges from the curtain and descends down the ramp. Devlin walks with his usual cocky swagger, a red jacket and green pants on as well as a Santa hat. He holds his hat on as he steps up onto the apron and over the second rope, into the ring.
Once inside, Devlin walks right up to Cosmo and gives him a smug look, then pushes right past him, bumping shoulders as he walks over to the edge of the ring and grabs himself a microphone.
Brennan Devlin: Hey guys.
Vanessa is even less impressed, were that possible. Brennan gives a mocking little wave at all of them, surrounded by people in the ring which all had their various issues with him.
Brennan Devlin: Brad, buddy, you look horrible by the way, you should be lying down…
Brad nods mouthing a 'thank you', and braces his head.
BD: And you, Cosmo, you should be back in 4CW jerking curtains for Genie and telling them all how ‘gweat’ they are, mwah, mwah, mwah…
A mocking tone overtakes him as he then turns to Vanessa Byrne, shaking his head.
Brennan Devlin: And you… look at me when I’m talking to you, you dumb cunt.
Gone was the mocking tone and in its place a more stern.
Brennan Devlin: You’re about to hand this the Apex Championship? This? Some idiot who makes it clear there’s places he’d rather be… Is there anything going on in that head of yours? Anything at all? Something? Hello? Earth to Vanessa? Are you in there? It’s just like a hollowed out cave in there, isn’t it?
Brennan steps closer to her, moving beside of her, trying to get under her skin. She leans away from him in a hurry, like she'd rather be closer to just about anything than Brennan Devlin.
BD: Echooooo… oh… oh… Yeah, it’s empty. So let me tell you who deserves that championship… someone who’s been here, someone you can’t see in every fucking company that opens its doors that sucks dick hard enough. This guy, right here, the Face of Professional Wrestling… and if you don’t give it, I’ll just take it.
A mocking tone overtakes him as he then turns to Vanessa Byrne, shaking his head.
Brennan Devlin: And you… look at me when I’m talking to you, you dumb cunt.
Gone was the mocking tone and in its place a more stern.
Brennan Devlin: You’re about to hand this the Apex Championship? This? Some idiot who makes it clear there’s places he’d rather be… Is there anything going on in that head of yours? Anything at all? Something? Hello? Earth to Vanessa? Are you in there? It’s just like a hollowed out cave in there, isn’t it?
Brennan steps closer to her, moving beside of her, trying to get under her skin. She leans away from him in a hurry, like she'd rather be closer to just about anything than Brennan Devlin.
BD: Echooooo… oh… oh… Yeah, it’s empty. So let me tell you who deserves that championship… someone who’s been here, someone you can’t see in every fucking company that opens its doors that sucks dick hard enough. This guy, right here, the Face of Professional Wrestling… and if you don’t give it, I’ll just take it.
The crowd is roaring now. The energy is palpable.
BD: Let's be honest, Cosmo Cooper hasn’t beaten me. He CAN'T beat me. He won't beat me. He talks a big, big game and right now he’s standing over there trying to remember his lines and figure out a synonym on how to repeat how he’s the ‘best’ over and over… But it’s all a bunch of nonsense and we all know it. So do the sensible thing...
He says smugly, tapping the microphone over his hand as he waits for a response. Cosmo held his hand up before Vanessa could say anything and asks for her microphone. He steps in front of Devlin with his eyes narrowed.
Cosmo Cooper: Ms. Bryne. I appreciate more than anything that you’d trust this company in my hands. Trust me--there’s nobody that would be better. I’ve proven it. But, instead of handing me this title? Why don’t you let me put down the losers fragile little ego once and for all? Let me beat Brennan Devlin for the title. Right here. In this ring in Norway. Tonight.
Cosmo glares up at the Santa hat and then back down to Devlin. The crowd is roaring. A title match! Tonight! Vanessa smirks, batting her eyelashes adoringly at Cosmo like he plucked the thought right from her mind. Brennan cuts in.
Brennan Devlin: Me lose? You’ve done your own fair share of that lately yourself, bud and if you were to face me right here tonight? You’d do it again. But dumbass over here doesn’t have the nerve to book it, because guess what? She knows you can’t beat me, too..
He says smugly, tapping the microphone over his hand as he waits for a response. Cosmo held his hand up before Vanessa could say anything and asks for her microphone. He steps in front of Devlin with his eyes narrowed.
Cosmo Cooper: Ms. Bryne. I appreciate more than anything that you’d trust this company in my hands. Trust me--there’s nobody that would be better. I’ve proven it. But, instead of handing me this title? Why don’t you let me put down the losers fragile little ego once and for all? Let me beat Brennan Devlin for the title. Right here. In this ring in Norway. Tonight.
Cosmo glares up at the Santa hat and then back down to Devlin. The crowd is roaring. A title match! Tonight! Vanessa smirks, batting her eyelashes adoringly at Cosmo like he plucked the thought right from her mind. Brennan cuts in.
Brennan Devlin: Me lose? You’ve done your own fair share of that lately yourself, bud and if you were to face me right here tonight? You’d do it again. But dumbass over here doesn’t have the nerve to book it, because guess what? She knows you can’t beat me, too..
The moment hangs as Brennan and Cosmo stare at one another down. Like they're about to come to blows right now.
BS: This is F'n tense everybody.
Brad's standing there like the proverbial third wheel. Vanessa cuts in. Pressing a gloved palm into Cosmo's chest to gently back him away from the confrontation.
VB: No. No not tonight, boys. Cosmo needs his strength for later, and you, Brennan...
She eyes him over with a snobby smirk.
VB: You don't deserve it.
Brennan is pissed. The crowd is roaring ever louder.
VB: But I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
A pause loaded with anticipation.
VB: In a little under a month from now... in St. Petersburg, Russia, Valor Pro will be holding it's second major event. Equinox. To symbolize new, and fresh beginnings. And that, little Devlin, is when you'll get your chance to lose to Cosmo. That's when the Apex Championship will be on the line.
The crowd pops.
VB: Until then... boys... try and be civil will you?
A pause loaded with anticipation.
VB: In a little under a month from now... in St. Petersburg, Russia, Valor Pro will be holding it's second major event. Equinox. To symbolize new, and fresh beginnings. And that, little Devlin, is when you'll get your chance to lose to Cosmo. That's when the Apex Championship will be on the line.
The crowd pops.
VB: Until then... boys... try and be civil will you?
It's with a gloating smirk she concludes the encounter. Brennan backs slowly from the ring and steps his way up the ramp as Vanessa confers quietly with Cosmo like an aside, about to lead him from the ring, but Brad Stokes isn't done.
BS: Whoa whoa whoa, I'm not finished yet. This is MY segment. My interview time. ME. Brad F'n--
VB: Oh, shut up, Bradley.
She says, turning to him, and without warning hauls off a deceptively high kick right into Brad's jaw sending him flying backwards and landing in a knocked out heap. Everyone's stunned. Vanessa smooths her outfit back over her figure and smiles at Cosmo as "Lady Venom" hits, and she escorts Cosmo up the ramp leaving Brad sprawled out on the canvas.
Brennan walks down the hall leading his two pet Hellhounds, or as they were known by their Earth name, Pomeranian's. Tinkles and Gary walk out in front of him and he follows behind, wheels turning at the thought of becoming the new Apex Champion at Equinox. He pauses to check his watch, sighing.
Brennan Devlin: “God damnit Tinkles, Gary, I’m in a hurry!”
Brennan yells as the animals move along down the hallway. Then, they stop at a locker room which reads 'Cosmo Cooper'.
Gary: “Look Brennan, it’s Cosmo’s locker room…”
The tiny dog speaks as Brennan glances down at it.
Brennan Devlin: “... who taught you to read?”
Brennan asks as he watches the animal curiously, Tinkles was currently busy sniffing the other animals butt, of course.
Gary: “Really? That’s the part of this situation you find unrealistic?”
Brennan Devlin: “What - if anything about this situation is unrealistic, Gary?”
The dog seems exasperated and walks over to the door, pushing in there and running towards a bag, the leash escaping Brennan's hands.
Brennan Devlin: “Gary! Gary come back!”
He walks inside to see Gary leaving a bag that looked as if it belonged to Cosmo Cooper. The dog moves over to him…
Brennan Devlin: “What are you doing?!”
Gary: “Pooping.”
He sniffs, then immediately rebuffs as the stink of the smell overwhelms him.
Brennan Devlin: “I was gonna do that!”
Gary: “You still can.”
He immediately starts shaking his head at the tiny dog, and keeps walking down the hall.
Brennan Devlin: “I am not being caught in Cosmo Coopers locker room with my pants down. I’m not some Twitter ho.”
Devlin waits down the hall for Cosmo to go to the locker room, a smile on his face as the dogs sit by him. He watches, waiting for the man to head in there and see what Gary had done…
Cosmo has made his way out of Ms. Bryne’s office with a satisfied smile on his face as he comes back to his locker room. Pushing the door open he drops down to place some things into his bag when the awful smell hit his nose. Cosmo’s face scrunches up as he looks down to find the dog shit in his bag.
Cosmo Cooper: “What the fuck?!”
His voice rang out as he picks up bag and all and kicks opened the door and storms down the hallway to find the one man who he knew had a dog with him at all times backstage--Brennan Devlin. It didn’t take him long to find him.
Cosmo Cooper: “What in the actual fuck?”
Brennan Devlin: “It’s called dog poop, stupid.”
Cooper drops his bag and gives Brennan a good hard shove. The commotion brings backstage staff towards the both of them as Brennan stumbles off balance and then regains enough to catch Cosmo with a right hand in the side as Cosmo begins throwing elbows, nothing really landing as the staff tries to separate them. The scene cuts from backstage to ringside.
LO: Good Lord, those two are going to be facing one another at Equinox for the Apex Championship, but I don't know that we'll even make it til then!
KO: That's right, Laur. Cosmo Cooper and Brennan Devlin hate each other, and it's as much a battle of ego's as it is a battle of wills. Whose hubris will win out for the richest prize in all of Valor.
LO: Well, we can't count our chickens before they hatch, so I say we move on to some more Valor Pro action in this tag team match up that is sure to be interesting...
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a Tag Team Match, and is scheduled for One Fall or Submission!!
'Neo Tokyo' by Scandroid hits over the PA system with it's techno sound as the lights go dim, and different colored strobes go off around the arena. Mist rises from the stage, and then a stream of pyro that looks like sparks from a welding project shoot into the sky. From beneath the stage a platform rises, and standing at it's center, back to back, stands Brooklyn Light and Iota Psi! Brooklyn wears a red leather jacket decorated with chains, and on her right hand is a glove with matching studs across the knuckles. Psi on the other hand has what appears to be a cybernetic left arm, and a right leg to match. Both women have on shades that pulse with the beat of the song. Immediately the entrance resonates with the fans that come to their feet with cheers, and the two women play up to the ovation by pushing their glasses up over their heads, and making their way down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, weighting in at a combined weight of 245 pounds and hailing from the year 2020....This is Brooklyn Light....Iota Psi.....NEO TOKYOOOOO!!!!
When they reach ringside, Brooklyn hops up onto the apron for flash photography as Psi marches up the steps and slips into the ring. Brooklyn soon joins her, and both step to the center of the ring where Light drops down with her hands out at her side, and Psi raises her robotic fist skyward. Both women look up as the strobe lights stop, and one single beam shines down to illuminate the two beauties in the ring.
LO: Hell of an entrance, eh, Ken?
KO: Yeah, real flashy. I just hope these two are worth the money we shelled out for all the pyro and light bulbs that were burned up for it.
LO: Oh, I believe these two are going to fit in just fine here in Valor Pro, and from what I've read about them they have a track record of earning tag team gold all over the world.
KO: Well, it's not like their competition is going to work together long enough to give them much of a challenge. Hell, I got ten to one odds that Brodie and Zombie implode within the first minute after the bell.
LO: I'll take that bet, cause I have it on good authority that the ladies have agreed to put their differences aside for this bout, but I can't make any promises for what will happen after it's over!
'Viktoria Modesta' by Prototype fills the arena and ends the party going on in the ring. Just when the music's beat kicks in Brodie tears through the curtain to a mixed reaction, her wild hair billowing out behind her. It comes to rest against her black leather biker's jacket, and she cracks her knuckles in front of her face that sends a malicious expression cast down at the ring. She shakes her head, annoyed by her opponents or the situation she's found herself in with her tag partner, no one could say. Eventually she cocks her head side to side, and then as if driven by some unseen voice, she screams, charging down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And their opponents, first, making her way to the ring from Manhattan, New York....standing at five foot eleven and weighting in at 150 pounds...she is the 'Submission Machine'.....BRODDIIIEEE!!!
Brodie leaps from the floor to the apron upon reaching ringside, and quickly slips through the ropes to stalk towards her opponents. Diego Santiago interrupts this course of action, and in a single movement Brodie pulls her jacket free from her body, stalking back over to her corner and sending hit hurtling to the floor.
LO: Brodie certainly seems ready for action....if not a little unhinged.
KO: Dude, where you been? This girl has gone bonkers! Pulling people's damn arms out of sockets, chasing down her tag partner for this evening just so she can send some perverted message to Zachariah Krahe, and now it looks like she's taking orders from someone that isn't even there!
LO: Definitely a different person from the one that first arrived in Valor Pro several months ago as a fan favorite. The crowd still seems to have a special place in their hearts for the former artist, but the change in tone has turned some of the more pious fans to booing her.
KO: Bro, this isn't a change in tone. This is just Brodie finding her spot in this company, and quite frankly, crazy or not, I think it's freakin' hot!
Kenneth Othello doesn't get the chance to ogle the ladies in the ring, as 'Wanli' by Hyukoh hits over the PA system, giving him a fourth woman to drool over. The lights on the stage begin to pulsate along with the sound of marching feet, and when the guitar riff kicks in, Siberia Zombie steps out onto the stage. She wears her trademark silk robe with warring dragons, that is trumped by the grim expression on her otherwise beautiful face. The fans come to their feet in cheers as she marches along with the song straight down the ramp towards the ring.
Ring Announcer: And her partner, standing at five foot six and weighing in at 120 pounds, hailing from Siberia, Russia.....She is the 'Siberian Buzzsaw' SIBERIA ZOOMMMBBIIEE!!
Zombie reaches ringside and cuts to the left, marching right up the steps and then leaping up to the second turnbuckle from the apron and throwing her hands out at her side with a fierce war cry. The fans respond in kind as she stares across the ring at Neo Tokyo, who clap along with the song, seeming impressed. This doesn't phase her as she drops down into the ring, and then turns a wary eye on her tag partner who returns the stare through gritted teeth.
KO: Oh boy, this one is already about to break down...I can feel it! You're about to have to pay me that money, and the bell hasn't even sounded!
LO: Don't count your chickens before they hatch, brother-of-mine! See....the two are having a chat. Just a chat.
KO: More like spitting venom....but...well....Brodie just stepped out to the apron. What the hell?
LO: Looks like Siberia is going to start this one, and on the other side of the ring Brooklyn Light is stretching on the ropes......There's the ref signaling for the bell, and this one is underway!
Siberia and Brooklyn circle one another before eventually tying up in the middle of the ring. Brooklyn quickly performs a go behind Zombie, hooking her waist and lifting her up so that she comes down on her hands and knee's. She releases her hold on the waist and with lightening like quickness floats over to catch her in a headlock. Zombie is already moving them to their feet when Light spins around Zombie switching arms on the headlock, and then following with another spin while grabbing Zombie's arm and cranking it back into a hammerlock.
LO: Several quick chain wrestling moves by Brooklyn Light, and Zombie looks a little surprised here.
KO: Yeah, she totally got the jump on her, and is now really torquing up on Zombie's arm..which might I remind you...has been the target of Brodie for the past several shows. Lord knows if that shoulder is going to hold out against an assault like this!
Zombie searches for a way out of the hold, and not finding one, instead trudges towards the ropes, dragging her opponent in tow. She finally gets there and hooks the top, and before the ref can call for it, Brooklyn has already released the hold, back peddling to the center of the ring and begging for Zombie to come get some more.
LO: The team of Neo Tokyo seem very confident in this encounter, Brooklyn Light just goading Zombie to lock back up!
KO: Well, it looks like she's going to oblige her, but right out of the lock up again, Light with the go behind, grabs Zombie's left ankle, and yanks the leg out from under her. Zombie tumbles to the mat, and Brooklyn floats over and gets her in a front face lock, and she's really squeezing hard to cut off that oxygen supply.
Again, Zombie finds herself in a compromising position, and she immediately starts pushing the other woman up to her feet. Bent over in the center of the ring, locked in the front chancery, Zombie manages to slip her head out, and shoves her opponent away from her. Brooklyn hits off the ropes and comes rushing right back in, and that is when Zombie catches her with a lightening fast roundhouse that catches her right in the face and sends her sprawling into one of the neutral corners!
LO: And That's Why They Call Her The Siberian Buzzsaw!
KO: Zombie wading right into the corner now with rights, lefts, knee's, and feet! Good God! Brooklyn Light is getting mauled!
Zombie ceases the random assault, and instead settles into a rhythm of quick short kicks right to Light's abdomen that the fans count along with. She finishes the series at nine, before delivering a spinning jump kick that crushes her chest into the turnbuckles. Light stumbles out of the corner, and Zombie hops up to the second, flying off to catch her around the head for a bulldog that takes her crashing to the mat. She quickly rolls her over for the cover.
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LO: Brooklyn out at two, and Zombie is already pulling her up to her feet..but OH! Light just shoved Siberia away and fell back into her own corner holding her midsection and cutting a scathing stare at her opponent!
KO: That confidence quickly erodes when you get the crap kicked out of you, Laur.
LO: Well Iota Psi just tagged in, and now she's going to see what she can make of this unpredictable beauty...
It's Psi and Zombie now, circling in the center of the ring, when they go for a short tie up. Or at least that's what it appeared to be, before Psi catches Zombie by the arm and delivers a Japanese arm drag. Zombie pops back up, but walks right into another one, and on the third attempt to stay on her feet is taken over by Psi with a hip toss that slams her to the mat. Psi hit's off the ropes for momentum, but Zombie floats onto her stomach which forces her to hop over and continue on. By the time she rebounds again, Zombie is up on her feet, and positions to nail her with a roundhouse as well. This time is not as fortunate, as Psi baseball slides under her to end up behind her, and when Zombie turns to face her is caught square in the top of the head by a jumping bionic elbow.
LO: That appears to have rung Zombie's bell a bit, and now Iota Psi has her hooked around the midsection, and takes her down HARD with a Gutwrench Suplex!
KO: Oh, this is what I like to see...Psi is already up and tagging in Brooklyn, and Light just leaped up to the top rope, and comes flying off to CRASH down on Zombie with a Flying Elbow Drop followed by a cover!
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LO: Thr-NO! Zombie out at two and a half, but she's in trouble, and Brodie is stalking around on the ring apron like she's ready to snap!
KO: I'm telling you man, she's cracked!
Brodie spits insults from the apron as Light yanks Zombie up from the mat, and brings her back over to Neo Tokyo's corner to drive her face first into the top turnbuckle. She then tags in Iota Psi, who quickly comes into the ring to get on the other side of their opponent. Both women reach back to hook Siberia by the head, and deliver a double snap mare that puts Zombie into a seated position in the center of the ring. Psi goes right, while Light goes left, and when both women meet in the center, they throw their feet out in front of them for double low drop kicks that crush Siberia's skull between their soles. Light quickly rolls to the outside, and Psi pushes Zombie over for another cover...
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LO: Zombie out after another near fall, and I tell you what, if Neo Tokyo keeps working in tandem like this, I don't know if Brodie's ever going to get a chance to come into this match.
KO: That's the thing though, Laur, does she really want to? I mean, she might be mean mugging from the apron like this matters, but these two ladies are doing some of her work for her. If they manage to injure Siberia Zombie here tonight, that just makes her life that much easier come Equinox.
LO: Brodie may be a lot of things, Ken, but an eater of scraps isn't one of them. She doesn't want a broken Zombie at Equinox, she wants to do the breaking herself!
Psi pulls Zombie up into a seat position, and stands up behind her. In one super fast motion she swings her legs around Zombie's neck, and pretzels her in a propeller headscissor neck lock! The fans come to their feet as Zombie cries out in pain, reaching out for her corner where Brodie stalks back and forth, carrying on a full blown visceral conversation with the air. Psi uses her elbow to lift up off the mat, putting even more pressure on Zombie's neck, and Siberia's hand shoots out as if she might tap. Instead, she claws at the mat with everything she has, pulling Psi along with her towards the ropes.
LO: Zombie is doing everything she can here to make it to sanctuary, but those ropes probably seem a million miles away here, as Iota Psi has her all hemmed up!
KO: That's right, Laur, and each passing minute is putting even more pressure on Siberia's neck and oxygen supply!
Zombie continues to fight tooth and nail, and after almost a full minute, she finally is able to grab hold of the bottom rope. Psi releases the hold, but it's obvious the damage is done as Zombie chokes to take in air while simultaneously using one hand to massage the back of her neck. Psi steps over to her corner and makes the tag to Light, who comes into join her partner in getting Zombie to her feet. The duo push her into the ropes only to send her to the other side, and when she rebounds, they rush forward with a double clothesline to take her head off. Zombie, however, manages to duck and pass safely between the two, continuing her momentum towards the ropes. Just when she's about to reach them, however, she leaps up to the second, springboards backwards, throwing both elbows out to catch both women in the face!
LO: Desperation move by Siberia Zombie leaves all three women down in the ring! Santiago is trying to get Iota Psi out, and Zombie is belly crawling towards her corner! And look! Brodie is actually extending the hand!
KO: Well, will wonders never cease!
Just when it looks like Zombie is about to be close enough to make the tag, Brooklyn Light manages to get a hold on her ankle. She gets to her feet, and starts dragging Zombie away from Brodie, who seems incensed at not getting her chance to create carnage. Zombie somehow manages to get her free leg in under her, and she gets to one foot, hopping around to face Light who smirks at the effort. She isn't left smirking long, as Zombie suddenly leaps off the ball of her foot, and slams her boot into Brooklyn's skull for an Enzuguri! With her other leg now free, she quickly leaps to her corner and slaps the hand of her arch-nemesis!
LO: Brodie just came in, and makes a B-line for Brooklyn Light who just manged to her feet, and SLAMS INTO HER WITH A HAMMER LIKE BLOW WITH BOTH FISTS!
KO: Light hits the canvas, but bounces right back up and Brodie catches her in the gut with a boot, a hook of the head, and FISHERMAN'S DRIVER!!
LO: Brodie was going to go for a cover, but noticed Iota Psi back up on the ring apron, and she just tore off in that direction to NAIL her with a forearm smash to the face that sends her tumbling back to the concrete floor!
KO: Brodie turns back to face Light who is making her way sluggishly to her feet, and comes rushing back in for a Shining Wizard!
LO: It's all over but the counting, as Brodie pushes her over onto her back for a pin!
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LO: THRE-NO! Brooklyn Light kicked out at two and three quarters, and Brodie just beat the mat with her fist in frustration. Good God....look at her eyes! She's literally salivating!
Brodie gets to her feet to a chorus of cheers with a mingling of boo's, but she doesn't seem to give one damn about any of that. She want's Brooklyn Light on her feet, and tells her as much by signaling with her hand to 'Get The F Up'. Light finally obliges, albeit groggily, and turns just in time to see Brodie rush in and take her by the arm, spinning her around three times before forcing her down to the mat, and grapevining it between her legs. Brooklyn Light had watched enough tapes to know what would happen if Brodie managed to hook her around the head, so she immediately starts fighting like a madwoman to prevent the crossface from becoming complete.
LO: Brodie has wreaked complete havoc with this maneuver ever since 7 Pillars, and Brooklyn Light has scouted it well!
KO: She's bucking around like a bronco in there, doing everything she can to keep it from getting locked on, and it looks like she's going to be successful, as she just made it to the ropes!
Santiago calls for Brodie to break her attempt, but Brodie doesn't appear to be listening, instead just raring back and bashing her fist off the back of Brooklyn Light's skull. Finally the ref starts a five count, and at four and a half Brodie finally lets go of her, getting up, and kicking her in the ribs until she's forced under the bottom rope to fall to the concrete below. The referee admonishes Brodie who finally backs off, completely unsatisfied after being denied her kill. She turns around just in time to see Iota Psi, back on the apron, leap to the top rope, and come flying off to hook her around the head with her legs. Psi rocks violently backwards, taking Brodie with her, and spikes her skull off the canvas with a sickening hurricanrana.
LO: Big Move From Iota Psi, but she's not the legal woman, and the ref is now all over her, trying to get her out of the ring!
KO: The fans don't seem to care too much whose legal, cause they are on their feet, and just started a 'Neo Tokyo' chant!
The fans continue the chant as Psi agrees and makes her way back over to her corner, but she never makes it as Zombie comes barreling back into the ring and catches her in the spine with a high knee. The move sends her flailing forwards right through the middle and top rope to the concrete below, and before the Referee can even admonish Siberia, she's already following her out. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Brooklyn Light manages to get to her feet thanks to the ring apron, and she see's Brodie laid out in the center of the ring. She quickly pulls herself up onto the apron, and then starts to climb to the top rope. Brodie starts to show signs of life before she even gets there, however, so she waits until the woman has managed back to her feet. When Brodie is in the position she wants her, she sails off the top, pulling both knee's up to her chest as she goes.
LO: METEORA DOUBLE KNEE'S CRUSHES BRODIE DOWN TO THE MAT! Brooklyn Light not wasting anytime going for the hook of a leg!
KO: Yeah, but the referee is out of position....he's still trying to get Iota Psi and Siberia Zombie back in their corners!
LO: No, Wait! He just noticed the pin, and he's coming back into the ring to make the count!
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LO: THREe-OH MY GOD! Brodie kicked out at the last possible nano-second, and Brooklyn Light looks absolutely stunned!
KO: Hell, I think the whole arena is stunned, Laur.
Brooklyn Light pulls at her face so that the undersides of her eye lids can be seen, shaking her head and turning to pull Brodie up to her feet. Quick as a cat Brodie grabs her arm and yanks down, reaching up with both legs to grapevine it. Brooklyn struggles, but a Brodie still somehow manages to yank her down to the mat in an armbar, then quickly switches to where she's in a seated position with the arm still trapped, and wraps both hands around Light's head. She hooks her under the chin to complete the devastating cross face that has put so many competitors in VPW on the shelf.
LO: BRODIE'S GOT THE CROSS FACE LOCKED IN!
KO: I hear she is calling that move 'Finality'......I think it fits.
LO: No Joke, and Brooklyn Light is struggling with everything she's got, but the Submission Machine is holding on like a pitbull, torquing the neck back right off the shoulder!
Brooklyn continues to buck around and try and either break or squirm out of the hold, but each time Brodie lets out a shrill scream, pulling back even harder so that the neck is bent in an unnatural position. Brooklyn's hand flashes out in front of her, and she claws to get to the ropes, but Brodie just shakes her head 'No', rocking back and forth, each time she pulls back making the move that more uncomfortable. Finally, Light looks like she's on the cusp of submitting, and the ref remains in place to catch the tap if it occurs.
LO: Brooklyn Light is moments away of tapping out to Brodie, but LOOK! ON THE RING APRON!
KO: Iota Psi looks like she was able to get away from Zombie, springs up to the top rope, and CRASHES DOWN ACROSS BRODIE AND HER PARTNER IN A FROG SPLASH!!
This disrupts the hold, and Brodie rolls towards her corner, while Psi drags Brooklyn to theirs despite the referee's protests. Psi slips outside, slaps her partner's hand, and then enters quickly again as the legal man. When Brodie moves to make a tag she realizes that no one is there, and she looks down to see Zombie struggling to her feet near the guard rail. She spits venom at her tag team partner as she gets back to her feet, and turns around just in time to catch Iota as she crushes her into the turnbuckles with a big splash.
LO: Iota Psi is fired up here, pulling Brodie out of the corner and hooking her around the waist to take her DOWN to the mat with a belly to belly!
KO: Psi back up, and she's pulling Brodie up in turn..wait, what is Zombie doing? She's climbing up on the ring apron....
Zombie gets up on the middle of the apron, still trying to shake the cobwebs from the fight on the outside with Psi, when Iota pushes Brodie into the ropes on the opposite side, and shoots her off. Brodie rushes in right for her tag partner, but at the last minute is able to put on the brakes, and the two of them stare into each other's eyes in uneasiness at being this close. Suddenly a drop kick to the back of Brodie sends her hurtling head first into Zombie's face, sending her flying from the apron to the concrete below. Brodie stumbles back clutching her skull, and that is when Iota hooks her around the head in cutter position, runs right towards her corner. She continues her momentum as she walks up the turnbuckles, and then flips backwards off the top to come crashing down to the mat with a reverse blockbuster.
LO: OH MY, WHAT A MOVE! And wait...the ref is saying there was a tag between Iota and Brooklyn during all of that....Brooklyn in the ring, and Brodie stumbling to her feet....Here comes Light...RUNNING KNEE TAKES BRODIE'S HEAD OFF!
KO: Oh shit....there's the cover!
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Zombie can be seen diving into camera view to break up the pin, but not until after the referee's hand has hit the mat for three. She beats her fists against the canvas in frustration, as Neo Tokyo slip to the outside...huge grins on their faces, nodding to the crowd as the referee joins them and lifts their hands.
Ring Announcer: And the winners of this match via pinfall.....NEO TOKYYOOOOO!!!
LO: Huge debut win for Neo Tokyo here tonight, and I've got to say, that move at the end...I think they call it 'Bubblegum Crisis'....just...Wow!
KO: No Joke, Laur. These ladies came into this match with a game plan, and even though Brodie and Zombie worked surprisingly well for most of it, those two are not tag team specialists. Plain and simple.
LO: No, and it looks like the dust isn't settling very well for them either...
Brodie gets to her feet clutching her skull, as Zombie remains on her knee's, looking up at her shaking her head. Brodie suddenly comes unglued, reaching down and getting a fistfull of Zombie's hair, and rushing her face first down into the canvas. Zombie is stunned by the hit, but not so stunned as to not get quickly to her feet, and Brodie goes for her arm, but is warded off by a martial arts style kick that catches her square in the chest. The fans come alive as the two women tear into each other, right hands swinging like pistons as they meet in the ring, a crazed look in their eyes as hate fills up the ring. Neo Tokyo watches all this, share a concerned glance, and then shrug, making their way to the back.
LO: GOOD GOD, ALL HELL HAS BROKE LOOSE IN NORWAY!
KO: I knew they couldn't keep it together....
Brodie, having taken a hell of a finisher, is the first to be fended off as Zombie starts to gain the upper hand. The fists knock the Submission Machine back into the ropes, and Zombie takes her by the wrist and whips her to the far side. As she returns, Zombie steps to the side, and flashes her foot up for a super kick, but much to her surprise Brodie rolls under it to pop right up in front of her. Zombie tries to switch the balance on her one foot, but it isn't quick enough as Brodie grabs her by the arm, spins her around and around until finally forcing her hard down to the mat. She goes to grapevine the arm, but Zombie is having none of it, fighting tooth an nail to keep herself out of the dangerous woman's grasp.
LO: Thank God! Finally security has come rushing into the ring, and are trying to pull these two ladies apart, but Good God! The damage is already done!
KO: Brother-Of-Mine, I'm telling you, these two ladies may have talked about getting along, but it's just not possible. I'm not going to try and figure these two out, as Brodie is a nutjob, and Zombie was stupid for even trying to trust her.
LO: I don't think it was about trust, Ken. She just wanted to put differences aside long enough to deal with this tag situation, but I'm telling you, they are out for each other's blood!
Security continues to keep the two women apart, and the dangerous stares behind dark eyes tells the story of unfinished business between them. At the top of the ramp, Neo Tokyo take their final bow, disappearing behind the curtain to leave security to finish cleaning up. The scene fades to backstage.
KO: That's right, Laur. Cosmo Cooper and Brennan Devlin hate each other, and it's as much a battle of ego's as it is a battle of wills. Whose hubris will win out for the richest prize in all of Valor.
LO: Well, we can't count our chickens before they hatch, so I say we move on to some more Valor Pro action in this tag team match up that is sure to be interesting...
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a Tag Team Match, and is scheduled for One Fall or Submission!!
'Neo Tokyo' by Scandroid hits over the PA system with it's techno sound as the lights go dim, and different colored strobes go off around the arena. Mist rises from the stage, and then a stream of pyro that looks like sparks from a welding project shoot into the sky. From beneath the stage a platform rises, and standing at it's center, back to back, stands Brooklyn Light and Iota Psi! Brooklyn wears a red leather jacket decorated with chains, and on her right hand is a glove with matching studs across the knuckles. Psi on the other hand has what appears to be a cybernetic left arm, and a right leg to match. Both women have on shades that pulse with the beat of the song. Immediately the entrance resonates with the fans that come to their feet with cheers, and the two women play up to the ovation by pushing their glasses up over their heads, and making their way down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, weighting in at a combined weight of 245 pounds and hailing from the year 2020....This is Brooklyn Light....Iota Psi.....NEO TOKYOOOOO!!!!
When they reach ringside, Brooklyn hops up onto the apron for flash photography as Psi marches up the steps and slips into the ring. Brooklyn soon joins her, and both step to the center of the ring where Light drops down with her hands out at her side, and Psi raises her robotic fist skyward. Both women look up as the strobe lights stop, and one single beam shines down to illuminate the two beauties in the ring.
LO: Hell of an entrance, eh, Ken?
KO: Yeah, real flashy. I just hope these two are worth the money we shelled out for all the pyro and light bulbs that were burned up for it.
LO: Oh, I believe these two are going to fit in just fine here in Valor Pro, and from what I've read about them they have a track record of earning tag team gold all over the world.
KO: Well, it's not like their competition is going to work together long enough to give them much of a challenge. Hell, I got ten to one odds that Brodie and Zombie implode within the first minute after the bell.
LO: I'll take that bet, cause I have it on good authority that the ladies have agreed to put their differences aside for this bout, but I can't make any promises for what will happen after it's over!
'Viktoria Modesta' by Prototype fills the arena and ends the party going on in the ring. Just when the music's beat kicks in Brodie tears through the curtain to a mixed reaction, her wild hair billowing out behind her. It comes to rest against her black leather biker's jacket, and she cracks her knuckles in front of her face that sends a malicious expression cast down at the ring. She shakes her head, annoyed by her opponents or the situation she's found herself in with her tag partner, no one could say. Eventually she cocks her head side to side, and then as if driven by some unseen voice, she screams, charging down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And their opponents, first, making her way to the ring from Manhattan, New York....standing at five foot eleven and weighting in at 150 pounds...she is the 'Submission Machine'.....BRODDIIIEEE!!!
Brodie leaps from the floor to the apron upon reaching ringside, and quickly slips through the ropes to stalk towards her opponents. Diego Santiago interrupts this course of action, and in a single movement Brodie pulls her jacket free from her body, stalking back over to her corner and sending hit hurtling to the floor.
LO: Brodie certainly seems ready for action....if not a little unhinged.
KO: Dude, where you been? This girl has gone bonkers! Pulling people's damn arms out of sockets, chasing down her tag partner for this evening just so she can send some perverted message to Zachariah Krahe, and now it looks like she's taking orders from someone that isn't even there!
LO: Definitely a different person from the one that first arrived in Valor Pro several months ago as a fan favorite. The crowd still seems to have a special place in their hearts for the former artist, but the change in tone has turned some of the more pious fans to booing her.
KO: Bro, this isn't a change in tone. This is just Brodie finding her spot in this company, and quite frankly, crazy or not, I think it's freakin' hot!
Kenneth Othello doesn't get the chance to ogle the ladies in the ring, as 'Wanli' by Hyukoh hits over the PA system, giving him a fourth woman to drool over. The lights on the stage begin to pulsate along with the sound of marching feet, and when the guitar riff kicks in, Siberia Zombie steps out onto the stage. She wears her trademark silk robe with warring dragons, that is trumped by the grim expression on her otherwise beautiful face. The fans come to their feet in cheers as she marches along with the song straight down the ramp towards the ring.
Ring Announcer: And her partner, standing at five foot six and weighing in at 120 pounds, hailing from Siberia, Russia.....She is the 'Siberian Buzzsaw' SIBERIA ZOOMMMBBIIEE!!
Zombie reaches ringside and cuts to the left, marching right up the steps and then leaping up to the second turnbuckle from the apron and throwing her hands out at her side with a fierce war cry. The fans respond in kind as she stares across the ring at Neo Tokyo, who clap along with the song, seeming impressed. This doesn't phase her as she drops down into the ring, and then turns a wary eye on her tag partner who returns the stare through gritted teeth.
KO: Oh boy, this one is already about to break down...I can feel it! You're about to have to pay me that money, and the bell hasn't even sounded!
LO: Don't count your chickens before they hatch, brother-of-mine! See....the two are having a chat. Just a chat.
KO: More like spitting venom....but...well....Brodie just stepped out to the apron. What the hell?
LO: Looks like Siberia is going to start this one, and on the other side of the ring Brooklyn Light is stretching on the ropes......There's the ref signaling for the bell, and this one is underway!
Siberia and Brooklyn circle one another before eventually tying up in the middle of the ring. Brooklyn quickly performs a go behind Zombie, hooking her waist and lifting her up so that she comes down on her hands and knee's. She releases her hold on the waist and with lightening like quickness floats over to catch her in a headlock. Zombie is already moving them to their feet when Light spins around Zombie switching arms on the headlock, and then following with another spin while grabbing Zombie's arm and cranking it back into a hammerlock.
LO: Several quick chain wrestling moves by Brooklyn Light, and Zombie looks a little surprised here.
KO: Yeah, she totally got the jump on her, and is now really torquing up on Zombie's arm..which might I remind you...has been the target of Brodie for the past several shows. Lord knows if that shoulder is going to hold out against an assault like this!
Zombie searches for a way out of the hold, and not finding one, instead trudges towards the ropes, dragging her opponent in tow. She finally gets there and hooks the top, and before the ref can call for it, Brooklyn has already released the hold, back peddling to the center of the ring and begging for Zombie to come get some more.
LO: The team of Neo Tokyo seem very confident in this encounter, Brooklyn Light just goading Zombie to lock back up!
KO: Well, it looks like she's going to oblige her, but right out of the lock up again, Light with the go behind, grabs Zombie's left ankle, and yanks the leg out from under her. Zombie tumbles to the mat, and Brooklyn floats over and gets her in a front face lock, and she's really squeezing hard to cut off that oxygen supply.
Again, Zombie finds herself in a compromising position, and she immediately starts pushing the other woman up to her feet. Bent over in the center of the ring, locked in the front chancery, Zombie manages to slip her head out, and shoves her opponent away from her. Brooklyn hits off the ropes and comes rushing right back in, and that is when Zombie catches her with a lightening fast roundhouse that catches her right in the face and sends her sprawling into one of the neutral corners!
LO: And That's Why They Call Her The Siberian Buzzsaw!
KO: Zombie wading right into the corner now with rights, lefts, knee's, and feet! Good God! Brooklyn Light is getting mauled!
Zombie ceases the random assault, and instead settles into a rhythm of quick short kicks right to Light's abdomen that the fans count along with. She finishes the series at nine, before delivering a spinning jump kick that crushes her chest into the turnbuckles. Light stumbles out of the corner, and Zombie hops up to the second, flying off to catch her around the head for a bulldog that takes her crashing to the mat. She quickly rolls her over for the cover.
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LO: Brooklyn out at two, and Zombie is already pulling her up to her feet..but OH! Light just shoved Siberia away and fell back into her own corner holding her midsection and cutting a scathing stare at her opponent!
KO: That confidence quickly erodes when you get the crap kicked out of you, Laur.
LO: Well Iota Psi just tagged in, and now she's going to see what she can make of this unpredictable beauty...
It's Psi and Zombie now, circling in the center of the ring, when they go for a short tie up. Or at least that's what it appeared to be, before Psi catches Zombie by the arm and delivers a Japanese arm drag. Zombie pops back up, but walks right into another one, and on the third attempt to stay on her feet is taken over by Psi with a hip toss that slams her to the mat. Psi hit's off the ropes for momentum, but Zombie floats onto her stomach which forces her to hop over and continue on. By the time she rebounds again, Zombie is up on her feet, and positions to nail her with a roundhouse as well. This time is not as fortunate, as Psi baseball slides under her to end up behind her, and when Zombie turns to face her is caught square in the top of the head by a jumping bionic elbow.
LO: That appears to have rung Zombie's bell a bit, and now Iota Psi has her hooked around the midsection, and takes her down HARD with a Gutwrench Suplex!
KO: Oh, this is what I like to see...Psi is already up and tagging in Brooklyn, and Light just leaped up to the top rope, and comes flying off to CRASH down on Zombie with a Flying Elbow Drop followed by a cover!
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LO: Thr-NO! Zombie out at two and a half, but she's in trouble, and Brodie is stalking around on the ring apron like she's ready to snap!
KO: I'm telling you man, she's cracked!
Brodie spits insults from the apron as Light yanks Zombie up from the mat, and brings her back over to Neo Tokyo's corner to drive her face first into the top turnbuckle. She then tags in Iota Psi, who quickly comes into the ring to get on the other side of their opponent. Both women reach back to hook Siberia by the head, and deliver a double snap mare that puts Zombie into a seated position in the center of the ring. Psi goes right, while Light goes left, and when both women meet in the center, they throw their feet out in front of them for double low drop kicks that crush Siberia's skull between their soles. Light quickly rolls to the outside, and Psi pushes Zombie over for another cover...
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LO: Zombie out after another near fall, and I tell you what, if Neo Tokyo keeps working in tandem like this, I don't know if Brodie's ever going to get a chance to come into this match.
KO: That's the thing though, Laur, does she really want to? I mean, she might be mean mugging from the apron like this matters, but these two ladies are doing some of her work for her. If they manage to injure Siberia Zombie here tonight, that just makes her life that much easier come Equinox.
LO: Brodie may be a lot of things, Ken, but an eater of scraps isn't one of them. She doesn't want a broken Zombie at Equinox, she wants to do the breaking herself!
Psi pulls Zombie up into a seat position, and stands up behind her. In one super fast motion she swings her legs around Zombie's neck, and pretzels her in a propeller headscissor neck lock! The fans come to their feet as Zombie cries out in pain, reaching out for her corner where Brodie stalks back and forth, carrying on a full blown visceral conversation with the air. Psi uses her elbow to lift up off the mat, putting even more pressure on Zombie's neck, and Siberia's hand shoots out as if she might tap. Instead, she claws at the mat with everything she has, pulling Psi along with her towards the ropes.
LO: Zombie is doing everything she can here to make it to sanctuary, but those ropes probably seem a million miles away here, as Iota Psi has her all hemmed up!
KO: That's right, Laur, and each passing minute is putting even more pressure on Siberia's neck and oxygen supply!
Zombie continues to fight tooth and nail, and after almost a full minute, she finally is able to grab hold of the bottom rope. Psi releases the hold, but it's obvious the damage is done as Zombie chokes to take in air while simultaneously using one hand to massage the back of her neck. Psi steps over to her corner and makes the tag to Light, who comes into join her partner in getting Zombie to her feet. The duo push her into the ropes only to send her to the other side, and when she rebounds, they rush forward with a double clothesline to take her head off. Zombie, however, manages to duck and pass safely between the two, continuing her momentum towards the ropes. Just when she's about to reach them, however, she leaps up to the second, springboards backwards, throwing both elbows out to catch both women in the face!
LO: Desperation move by Siberia Zombie leaves all three women down in the ring! Santiago is trying to get Iota Psi out, and Zombie is belly crawling towards her corner! And look! Brodie is actually extending the hand!
KO: Well, will wonders never cease!
Just when it looks like Zombie is about to be close enough to make the tag, Brooklyn Light manages to get a hold on her ankle. She gets to her feet, and starts dragging Zombie away from Brodie, who seems incensed at not getting her chance to create carnage. Zombie somehow manages to get her free leg in under her, and she gets to one foot, hopping around to face Light who smirks at the effort. She isn't left smirking long, as Zombie suddenly leaps off the ball of her foot, and slams her boot into Brooklyn's skull for an Enzuguri! With her other leg now free, she quickly leaps to her corner and slaps the hand of her arch-nemesis!
LO: Brodie just came in, and makes a B-line for Brooklyn Light who just manged to her feet, and SLAMS INTO HER WITH A HAMMER LIKE BLOW WITH BOTH FISTS!
KO: Light hits the canvas, but bounces right back up and Brodie catches her in the gut with a boot, a hook of the head, and FISHERMAN'S DRIVER!!
LO: Brodie was going to go for a cover, but noticed Iota Psi back up on the ring apron, and she just tore off in that direction to NAIL her with a forearm smash to the face that sends her tumbling back to the concrete floor!
KO: Brodie turns back to face Light who is making her way sluggishly to her feet, and comes rushing back in for a Shining Wizard!
LO: It's all over but the counting, as Brodie pushes her over onto her back for a pin!
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2...
LO: THRE-NO! Brooklyn Light kicked out at two and three quarters, and Brodie just beat the mat with her fist in frustration. Good God....look at her eyes! She's literally salivating!
Brodie gets to her feet to a chorus of cheers with a mingling of boo's, but she doesn't seem to give one damn about any of that. She want's Brooklyn Light on her feet, and tells her as much by signaling with her hand to 'Get The F Up'. Light finally obliges, albeit groggily, and turns just in time to see Brodie rush in and take her by the arm, spinning her around three times before forcing her down to the mat, and grapevining it between her legs. Brooklyn Light had watched enough tapes to know what would happen if Brodie managed to hook her around the head, so she immediately starts fighting like a madwoman to prevent the crossface from becoming complete.
LO: Brodie has wreaked complete havoc with this maneuver ever since 7 Pillars, and Brooklyn Light has scouted it well!
KO: She's bucking around like a bronco in there, doing everything she can to keep it from getting locked on, and it looks like she's going to be successful, as she just made it to the ropes!
Santiago calls for Brodie to break her attempt, but Brodie doesn't appear to be listening, instead just raring back and bashing her fist off the back of Brooklyn Light's skull. Finally the ref starts a five count, and at four and a half Brodie finally lets go of her, getting up, and kicking her in the ribs until she's forced under the bottom rope to fall to the concrete below. The referee admonishes Brodie who finally backs off, completely unsatisfied after being denied her kill. She turns around just in time to see Iota Psi, back on the apron, leap to the top rope, and come flying off to hook her around the head with her legs. Psi rocks violently backwards, taking Brodie with her, and spikes her skull off the canvas with a sickening hurricanrana.
LO: Big Move From Iota Psi, but she's not the legal woman, and the ref is now all over her, trying to get her out of the ring!
KO: The fans don't seem to care too much whose legal, cause they are on their feet, and just started a 'Neo Tokyo' chant!
The fans continue the chant as Psi agrees and makes her way back over to her corner, but she never makes it as Zombie comes barreling back into the ring and catches her in the spine with a high knee. The move sends her flailing forwards right through the middle and top rope to the concrete below, and before the Referee can even admonish Siberia, she's already following her out. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Brooklyn Light manages to get to her feet thanks to the ring apron, and she see's Brodie laid out in the center of the ring. She quickly pulls herself up onto the apron, and then starts to climb to the top rope. Brodie starts to show signs of life before she even gets there, however, so she waits until the woman has managed back to her feet. When Brodie is in the position she wants her, she sails off the top, pulling both knee's up to her chest as she goes.
LO: METEORA DOUBLE KNEE'S CRUSHES BRODIE DOWN TO THE MAT! Brooklyn Light not wasting anytime going for the hook of a leg!
KO: Yeah, but the referee is out of position....he's still trying to get Iota Psi and Siberia Zombie back in their corners!
LO: No, Wait! He just noticed the pin, and he's coming back into the ring to make the count!
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2...
LO: THREe-OH MY GOD! Brodie kicked out at the last possible nano-second, and Brooklyn Light looks absolutely stunned!
KO: Hell, I think the whole arena is stunned, Laur.
Brooklyn Light pulls at her face so that the undersides of her eye lids can be seen, shaking her head and turning to pull Brodie up to her feet. Quick as a cat Brodie grabs her arm and yanks down, reaching up with both legs to grapevine it. Brooklyn struggles, but a Brodie still somehow manages to yank her down to the mat in an armbar, then quickly switches to where she's in a seated position with the arm still trapped, and wraps both hands around Light's head. She hooks her under the chin to complete the devastating cross face that has put so many competitors in VPW on the shelf.
LO: BRODIE'S GOT THE CROSS FACE LOCKED IN!
KO: I hear she is calling that move 'Finality'......I think it fits.
LO: No Joke, and Brooklyn Light is struggling with everything she's got, but the Submission Machine is holding on like a pitbull, torquing the neck back right off the shoulder!
Brooklyn continues to buck around and try and either break or squirm out of the hold, but each time Brodie lets out a shrill scream, pulling back even harder so that the neck is bent in an unnatural position. Brooklyn's hand flashes out in front of her, and she claws to get to the ropes, but Brodie just shakes her head 'No', rocking back and forth, each time she pulls back making the move that more uncomfortable. Finally, Light looks like she's on the cusp of submitting, and the ref remains in place to catch the tap if it occurs.
LO: Brooklyn Light is moments away of tapping out to Brodie, but LOOK! ON THE RING APRON!
KO: Iota Psi looks like she was able to get away from Zombie, springs up to the top rope, and CRASHES DOWN ACROSS BRODIE AND HER PARTNER IN A FROG SPLASH!!
This disrupts the hold, and Brodie rolls towards her corner, while Psi drags Brooklyn to theirs despite the referee's protests. Psi slips outside, slaps her partner's hand, and then enters quickly again as the legal man. When Brodie moves to make a tag she realizes that no one is there, and she looks down to see Zombie struggling to her feet near the guard rail. She spits venom at her tag team partner as she gets back to her feet, and turns around just in time to catch Iota as she crushes her into the turnbuckles with a big splash.
LO: Iota Psi is fired up here, pulling Brodie out of the corner and hooking her around the waist to take her DOWN to the mat with a belly to belly!
KO: Psi back up, and she's pulling Brodie up in turn..wait, what is Zombie doing? She's climbing up on the ring apron....
Zombie gets up on the middle of the apron, still trying to shake the cobwebs from the fight on the outside with Psi, when Iota pushes Brodie into the ropes on the opposite side, and shoots her off. Brodie rushes in right for her tag partner, but at the last minute is able to put on the brakes, and the two of them stare into each other's eyes in uneasiness at being this close. Suddenly a drop kick to the back of Brodie sends her hurtling head first into Zombie's face, sending her flying from the apron to the concrete below. Brodie stumbles back clutching her skull, and that is when Iota hooks her around the head in cutter position, runs right towards her corner. She continues her momentum as she walks up the turnbuckles, and then flips backwards off the top to come crashing down to the mat with a reverse blockbuster.
LO: OH MY, WHAT A MOVE! And wait...the ref is saying there was a tag between Iota and Brooklyn during all of that....Brooklyn in the ring, and Brodie stumbling to her feet....Here comes Light...RUNNING KNEE TAKES BRODIE'S HEAD OFF!
KO: Oh shit....there's the cover!
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3!!!
Zombie can be seen diving into camera view to break up the pin, but not until after the referee's hand has hit the mat for three. She beats her fists against the canvas in frustration, as Neo Tokyo slip to the outside...huge grins on their faces, nodding to the crowd as the referee joins them and lifts their hands.
Ring Announcer: And the winners of this match via pinfall.....NEO TOKYYOOOOO!!!
LO: Huge debut win for Neo Tokyo here tonight, and I've got to say, that move at the end...I think they call it 'Bubblegum Crisis'....just...Wow!
KO: No Joke, Laur. These ladies came into this match with a game plan, and even though Brodie and Zombie worked surprisingly well for most of it, those two are not tag team specialists. Plain and simple.
LO: No, and it looks like the dust isn't settling very well for them either...
Brodie gets to her feet clutching her skull, as Zombie remains on her knee's, looking up at her shaking her head. Brodie suddenly comes unglued, reaching down and getting a fistfull of Zombie's hair, and rushing her face first down into the canvas. Zombie is stunned by the hit, but not so stunned as to not get quickly to her feet, and Brodie goes for her arm, but is warded off by a martial arts style kick that catches her square in the chest. The fans come alive as the two women tear into each other, right hands swinging like pistons as they meet in the ring, a crazed look in their eyes as hate fills up the ring. Neo Tokyo watches all this, share a concerned glance, and then shrug, making their way to the back.
LO: GOOD GOD, ALL HELL HAS BROKE LOOSE IN NORWAY!
KO: I knew they couldn't keep it together....
Brodie, having taken a hell of a finisher, is the first to be fended off as Zombie starts to gain the upper hand. The fists knock the Submission Machine back into the ropes, and Zombie takes her by the wrist and whips her to the far side. As she returns, Zombie steps to the side, and flashes her foot up for a super kick, but much to her surprise Brodie rolls under it to pop right up in front of her. Zombie tries to switch the balance on her one foot, but it isn't quick enough as Brodie grabs her by the arm, spins her around and around until finally forcing her hard down to the mat. She goes to grapevine the arm, but Zombie is having none of it, fighting tooth an nail to keep herself out of the dangerous woman's grasp.
LO: Thank God! Finally security has come rushing into the ring, and are trying to pull these two ladies apart, but Good God! The damage is already done!
KO: Brother-Of-Mine, I'm telling you, these two ladies may have talked about getting along, but it's just not possible. I'm not going to try and figure these two out, as Brodie is a nutjob, and Zombie was stupid for even trying to trust her.
LO: I don't think it was about trust, Ken. She just wanted to put differences aside long enough to deal with this tag situation, but I'm telling you, they are out for each other's blood!
Security continues to keep the two women apart, and the dangerous stares behind dark eyes tells the story of unfinished business between them. At the top of the ramp, Neo Tokyo take their final bow, disappearing behind the curtain to leave security to finish cleaning up. The scene fades to backstage.
Amidst a Valor Pro backdrop, Emily Burlingame stared directly into the camera, awaiting instruction from the production crew.
EB: Is this my mark?
Emily looked the floor and then back into the camera, adjusting her jacket in what had to be test footage filmed before the event had begun, due to the graphics template that briefly appeared on screen.
??: Emily, Emily, Emily.
Emily turned to see Zack Fantana sauntering into frame in his street clothes. The UnYielding Championship was slung over the shoulder closest to the camera. He knew where his mark was.
ZF: I figured that you’d be the one to track me down.
Emily blinked, looking to the camera and then back to Zack.
EB: Yes.
ZF: You’re a skeptic. I appreciate that, Emily, and so I bring gifts.
Zack removed the UnYielding Championship from his shoulder and reached into his pocket, procuring a wrinkled piece of paper from within. He handed it to Emily, who squinted her eyes trying to read it.
EB: This means nothing to me.
ZF: It’s a doctor’s note.
Emily turned it around and the camera panned in. As it turned out, it was a note written on a genuine prescription pad, though it would be impossible for Emily to distinguish whether any of the chicken scratch had been written by a doctor or Zack five minutes ago in the restroom.
ZF: I know that you expect your champions to be beyond reproach around here, so here it is. Complete candor. This is just my way of ensuring that everything’s on the up and up tonight. Think of it as an olive branch.
EB: Okay, but I can’t read any of this.
ZF: That’s how you know it’s authentic.
Emily shook her head and tucked the note away into her pocket.
ZF: Really, I hope we’re beyond that though. I live in a rent controlled apartment in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with an elderly couple that I’m not even related to. Even if you did think I was dirty, do you actually think that I have the means to pay Zachariah Krähe to fix a match?
Zack paused.
ZF: But maybe I should be counting my blessings. I only have to deal with these questions until the night is through, but Zachariah? For the rest of his career, he’ll carry that burden on his back. And for what? A quick paycheck. What a shame.
EB: Speaking of which, do you have any concerns over what Zachariah may have in store for you tonight?
ZF: Concerns? Emily, don’t you find it funny that, despite all of the collusion against me, all Zachariah Krähe and Cross Recoba actually managed to do is delay my championship reign by four weeks? Their egos wouldn’t even allow them to keep it together for one month, so why exactly would I sweat their next plan? These things have a way of working themselves out and In the end, Zachariah’s apathy will be his undoing. Because if his motivation was money all along, he’s got it now. There’s nothing repelling him from complacency.
Zack picked up the UnYielding Championship.
ZF: You know, Emily, I spent the week surrounded by the wrestling trophies and memorabilia of my mentor Bobby Franchise and what I realized was that during that time is that each piece tells its own story. The UnYielding Championship here? Krähe and Recoba may have tried their damnedest to co-author its tragic backstory, but they only wrote the prologue. I know that the whole of its story is yet to be told and it’ll be me that writes the next chapter. I want it to be a good one. To do that, Zachariah Krähe has to be written off. There’s plenty of stocking stuffer championships in this industry that mean next to nothing, but this isn’t going to be one of them, so I’m afraid that this is where we part ways. “Mr. Whore” can wear his scarlet letter proudly and I’ll resume the process of adding some integrity to the UnYielding Championship’s lineage.
With that, Zack walked out of frame.
EB: Is this my mark?
Emily looked the floor and then back into the camera, adjusting her jacket in what had to be test footage filmed before the event had begun, due to the graphics template that briefly appeared on screen.
??: Emily, Emily, Emily.
Emily turned to see Zack Fantana sauntering into frame in his street clothes. The UnYielding Championship was slung over the shoulder closest to the camera. He knew where his mark was.
ZF: I figured that you’d be the one to track me down.
Emily blinked, looking to the camera and then back to Zack.
EB: Yes.
ZF: You’re a skeptic. I appreciate that, Emily, and so I bring gifts.
Zack removed the UnYielding Championship from his shoulder and reached into his pocket, procuring a wrinkled piece of paper from within. He handed it to Emily, who squinted her eyes trying to read it.
EB: This means nothing to me.
ZF: It’s a doctor’s note.
Emily turned it around and the camera panned in. As it turned out, it was a note written on a genuine prescription pad, though it would be impossible for Emily to distinguish whether any of the chicken scratch had been written by a doctor or Zack five minutes ago in the restroom.
ZF: I know that you expect your champions to be beyond reproach around here, so here it is. Complete candor. This is just my way of ensuring that everything’s on the up and up tonight. Think of it as an olive branch.
EB: Okay, but I can’t read any of this.
ZF: That’s how you know it’s authentic.
Emily shook her head and tucked the note away into her pocket.
ZF: Really, I hope we’re beyond that though. I live in a rent controlled apartment in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with an elderly couple that I’m not even related to. Even if you did think I was dirty, do you actually think that I have the means to pay Zachariah Krähe to fix a match?
Zack paused.
ZF: But maybe I should be counting my blessings. I only have to deal with these questions until the night is through, but Zachariah? For the rest of his career, he’ll carry that burden on his back. And for what? A quick paycheck. What a shame.
EB: Speaking of which, do you have any concerns over what Zachariah may have in store for you tonight?
ZF: Concerns? Emily, don’t you find it funny that, despite all of the collusion against me, all Zachariah Krähe and Cross Recoba actually managed to do is delay my championship reign by four weeks? Their egos wouldn’t even allow them to keep it together for one month, so why exactly would I sweat their next plan? These things have a way of working themselves out and In the end, Zachariah’s apathy will be his undoing. Because if his motivation was money all along, he’s got it now. There’s nothing repelling him from complacency.
Zack picked up the UnYielding Championship.
ZF: You know, Emily, I spent the week surrounded by the wrestling trophies and memorabilia of my mentor Bobby Franchise and what I realized was that during that time is that each piece tells its own story. The UnYielding Championship here? Krähe and Recoba may have tried their damnedest to co-author its tragic backstory, but they only wrote the prologue. I know that the whole of its story is yet to be told and it’ll be me that writes the next chapter. I want it to be a good one. To do that, Zachariah Krähe has to be written off. There’s plenty of stocking stuffer championships in this industry that mean next to nothing, but this isn’t going to be one of them, so I’m afraid that this is where we part ways. “Mr. Whore” can wear his scarlet letter proudly and I’ll resume the process of adding some integrity to the UnYielding Championship’s lineage.
With that, Zack walked out of frame.
{Grudge Match}
LO: Strong words from the UnYielding Champ.
KO: You know, I'm actually in agreement with Krahe on this one. Being a whore isn't that bad. I mean, I love them myself.
Laurence blinks in response to this brother's statement, and then just shakes his head before continuing.
LO: Be that as it may, I'm looking forward to that main event, but I'm REALLY looking forward to our upcoming match.
KO: That's right, Laur. It's time to watch 'The Fox' take this Vlogger to task...
LO: I don't know about all that, but the Generic Ring Announcer is in the ring, and I'm ready to get this one underway!
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a Grudge Match and is scheduled for one fall or submission...
'Turn To Stone' by Joe Walsh fills the arena as the lights dim and a single spot light illuminates the arena. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, and on the other the beautiful blonde model he introduced last show. No one knows her name, but that hardly matters to the capacity crowd, who boo and cat call the duo all at the same time. Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, and flicks his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience abnoxiously. He whispers something into his dates ear, which makes her blush, before leading her down to the ramp.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, standing at five foot ten and weighting in at 230 pounds, hailing from New York, New York...He is the former UnYielding Champion, 'The Fox' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!
Recoba reaches ringside and escorts his lovely valet over to a neutral corner, before turning to spit some venom at the crowd who continues to pile on the boo's. He grins arrogantly as his words rile them up even more, using the steps to enter the ring, and then steps to the center to stand in a gentleman's pose with the cane. Eventually he hands the item off to his valet who lovingly caresses it as he stretches his shoulders against the ropes.
LO: You know, this guy....I don't get it. If he is as interested as it seems he is about trying to get Dakota Jennings to talk with him, why would he continue to flaunt this woman in her face.
KO: Strategy, mate. He's probably got Kota so jealous she isn't able to stand it! I saw the pictures of her and her new beau, and I'm not buying it. She's trying to play at tit-for-tat with someone nicknamed 'The Fox', and it ain't gonna work!
LO: I don't know about that, but I do know that Dakota Jennings and Vannah White are friends, and last Blitz she basically unleashed the Vlogger to go after Cross anytime she wants, resulting in this grudge match here tonight.
KO: Probably hoping that Vannah will beat some sense into Cross so he'll come back to her on bended knee...
The clapping beginning of ''Shooting Stars" by Bag Raiders hit's over the PA System, and the lights around the stage start flashing along with the beat of the song. The fans all come to their feet and clap with the rhythm just as Vannah White rushes out onto stage, pausing at the top of the ramp to soak in the cheers from her adoring audience. She flashes her trademark smile, holds up a finger signifying for everyone to wait, and then steps to the side and points at the curtain where Dakota Jennings appears, dancing out to join her bestie. The crowd goes even more ecstatic as the two embrace at the top of the ramp just before Vannah points down to the ring with a mock mean face, and the two skip hand in hand towards the ring.
Ring Announcer: And making her way to the ring, accompanied by Dakota Jennings...she stands at five foot six and weights in at 125 pounds, hailing from London, England....She is the star of her self titled Vlog Series on YouTube, and one of Vanessa Byrne's 'Champions of Choice'.....VANNAH WHIITTTEEE!!
Cross Recoba watches the two reach ringside with a range of emotions from surprised to annoyed. Dakota skips on over to one of the neutral corners, while Vannah hops up onto the apron, and slips through the ropes into the ring. She takes a turnbuckle immediately and hand gestures to the crowd as if snapping a picture, while they all pose and cheer for their favorite YouTuber.
LO: Well this is a hell of a surprise! Dakota Jennings is out here in the corner of Vannah White, and look at Cross...he doesn't seem to happy about it!
KO: Well how the hell would you feel, Laur?!? Just her being out here might as well be interference, cause how's the man supposed to concentrate on the task of hand with his former lover cheering on his nemesis!
LO: Be that as it may, that's the situation we find ourselves in, and folks...I'm ready! Caputo just signaled for the bell, and this one is underway!
Cross is still staring at Dakota who indicates that he needs to pay attention to his opponent, before crossing her arms over her chest and looking off to the side at the fans who are still electric. Recoba finally turns his gaze to Vannah White, and if looks could kill, she would be dead right now. Vannah simply grins that sparkling smile, and waves over at Cross in mock fashion. His nose curls up in annoyance, but rather than stepping up to Vannah, he makes a B-line for Dakota's side of the ring, and slips out to land in front of her. He throws his hands out at his side, and says something the cameras can't pick up as Dakota looks at him defiantly, arms still crossed. Finally, he pushes the right button, and Dakota comes nose to nose with her former lover, the two continuing in a heated debate.
LO: It appears the action has taken a detour for a drama on the outside, and the fans are really pouring on the hate for Cross Recoba. Wait a second, the beautiful lady that accompanied him to ringside just came up behind him, and is trying to talk sense to hi......OH! DAKOTA JENNINGS JUST PUNCHED HER RIGHT IN THE FACE!
KO: What the F---? SHE CAN'T DO THAT!
LO: Looks like she just did, and now Cross looks like he's about to loose his cool...OH! DAKOTA JUST SLAPPED CROSS RECOBA!
Recoba's head snaps to the right with the slap, and his hand instinctively comes up to his jaw in surprise. Slowly he turns his gaze back on Dakota Jennings, who appears to be as shocked she did it as he is, and the dangerous look he gives her almost guarantee's violence. Suddenly he's sent hurtling rib first into the guard rail from a baseball slide drop kick from Vannah White. Vannah slips under the bottom rope to land on her feet in front of Dakota, and she just gives the woman a 'Sorry' and a shrug, before turning her attention back to Cross. Dakota backs off to another side of the ring, being cheered by the fans at ringside, as Vannah pops the still stunned Cross a few times with right hands before tossing him back into the ring.
LO: This one is finally underway with the two participants of the match, and what about that slap heard round the world, Ken?!
KO: It's absolute crap, Laur. What business does Dakota Jennings have to be at ringside other than to be a distraction to Cross Recoba?!
LO: Maybe she just wanted a ringside seat like all our fans to see Vannah White get some measure of revenge after their epic encounter at DIVISION...
Cross comes up to his feet holding his ribs, and as Vannah moves to follow him back in he catches her with vile stomps to the back of the head. Her head bounces off the canvas with each stomp, and he viciously grabs the top rope and proceeds to stomp her out until Caputo finally pulls him away. An incensed Recoba quickly spins around the warning referee, and yanks Vannah up to her feet only to shove her back into the corner. He looks down at Dakota Jennings, and says, 'This is what you want, huh?' before laying in a wicked chop. He follows up with another, then another, and a fourth for good measure. The crowds wince as the sickening slaps echo through out the arena, and Cross hooks her by the wrist, and sends her to the opposite side with authority. Vannah strikes the incoming turnbuckles with so much velocity that she's thrown sprawling down to the canvas upon impact.
LO: Size advantages are playing out here in this one early on, as Cross stalks over and drops a knee straight down into the back of Vannah's head! Whatever controversy that was meant to be achieved by Dakota's presence may have backfired here, as Cross is livid...
KO: Damn right he's mad! These two want to play some schoolyard games with 'The Fox', and now they are getting taught a lesson....don't mess with the local wildlife!
Recoba pulls Vannah up from the canvas, and sends her hurtling towards the corner they had just left a moment ago. This time, however, Vannah throws her boot up against the middle turnbuckle to stop her momentum, and when Cross rushes in to hit her from behind she springboards off the second so that he passes over her, spins in mid air, and comes down behind him into a wonky version of a sunset flip that sees him dropped to the canvas into a pin attempt.
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LO: Cross out quickly, but Vannah is already upon her feet, hops up to the second turnbuckle, and when Cross rises flies off with a dropkick that takes him right back down to the mat!
KO: White is back up and pulling Cross with her, slipping her head beneath his arm and attempting a side suplex, but Cross Rolls Right Through To Land Behind Her!
LO: Cross hooks her around the midsection and rushes her right towards the ropes so that her chest bounces off, and pulls backwards to go for a rolling pin! HE'S GOT A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS!
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LO: THRE-NO! Vannah still manages to kick out despite the cheating, and both come to their feet at the same time!
KO: Vannah goes for a right hand, but Cross ducks it, gets a fist full of hair and yanks back while hooking her into a guillotine choke...AND INVERTED DDT STRAIGHT DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Cross with the cover!
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LO: Vannah out at two, and Cross just rolled her over onto her stomach, and drives his knee right into her spine! Now he has the chin hooked with hand, while grabbing her left ankle with the other, and he's just yanking back into a modified surfboard!
Vannah cries out in pain as Cross torques her lower back in an awkward position, almost pulling the bottom of her boot to the top of her head. The ref gets in position to take the submission, but Vannah screams 'No' through gritted teeth while on the outside Dakota Jennings starts slapping the mat to get the crowd behind her. And behind her they get, as each person stomps their feet along with Dakota, clapping their hands, and trying to will Vannah to reach her feet. Hearing their cheers seems to only fuel Recoba, as he yanks back even harder, applying more pressure.
KO: Vannah White might have the crowd support, but she's in trouble! Cross Recoba has her dead center of the ring, and even if she does manage to get out of it, he's got another hold in his arsenal that no one has been able to break!
LO: You're right, Ken, and this move definitely helps ensure that Garibaldi's Guillotine will finish the job!
Despite the awkwardness of the position, the cheers from her fans do help, giving her strength enough to start clawing towards the ropes. Just when it appears she's about to reach them, Recoba releases the hold, steps up to the second, and then drives his knee directly down into her spine, eliciting another cry of pain and surprise from the vlogger. Cross pulls Vannah up to her feet, pulling her to the center of the ring, hooks her around the waist, and then lifts her up before planting her with a ring rattling sidewalk slam. He retains control of her legs to turn it into a pin.
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LO: THREe-NO! White showing some intestinal fortitude here as Recoba continues his assault on her lower back, and I have to say, Ken, Cross has really been in control for the majority of this match.
KO: Yeah, White got a shot in thanks to the distraction by Dakota, but Cross simply outfoxed the two when she tried to get back into the ring. Now he's got her in his sights, and isn't about to let her go!
Cross appears a little annoyed at the count of the referee, but he shrugs it off quickly in lieu of more punishment. He gets to his feet and hits off the ropes, coming back to deliver a high jumping elbow drop right down into Vannah's sternum. This causes her to roll over onto her stomach, clutching her chest, and Cross is back up, dropping another elbow down into her spine. She cries out again, but he's up in a flash, leaping to drive down another elbow. He points a mocking finger to his temple at the crowd to indicate he's smarter than all of them, and they respond in kind as he nudges White over for another cover with a deep hook of the leg.
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LO: THRE-NO! Vannah out just at two and a half, but it's obvious that she's hurting. She can't seem to stop clutching at her spine, and if this continues, she's done for.
KO: All apart of the plan, Laur.
Cross pulls Vannah to her feet, and irish whips her hard towards the turnbuckles, leaving his feet and pushing with his free hand to add even more velocity. Vannah's spine crashes painfully with the turnbuckles, and the only thing keeping her upright is her arms, which she drapes over the top rope. Cross comes up with a grin, mocking her hand gesture where she pretends to take a picture, and then rushes right at the corner. Much to his surprise, and everyone else's, Vannah somehow manages to slink out of the way, catching him in a drop toe hold that sends him hurtling face first into the middle turnbuckle!
LO: CROSS JUST ATE THE BUCKLE! He's reeling around the ring clutching at his nose, and Vannah just managed to her feet....he wheels her way, and PERFECT DROP KICK SENDS HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS!
KO: Stop getting so excited, Laur. Look! He's already back up, and......is taken back down with another drop kick from White...
Everyone in the arena can feel the momentum shift, as Vannah now pulls Cross up, quickening the pace by tossing him off the ropes. He comes hurtling back, and Vannah goes for a clothesline, but he ducks it. Coming back again, Vannah attempts a big back chop, but again, Cross ducks it. Hitting off the ropes for the third time, Cross comes rushing in looking to duck what ever comes next, but Vannah doesn't go for a kick or a fist, rather jumping straight into his path with a Thesz press. Recoba crashes to the mat with Vannah straddling him, and before he can react she is nailing him with rights and lefts to his injured nose.
LO: Vannah White Is Opening Up On Cross Recoba, and these fans are on their feet!
KO: She should know better than this! Her entire career is based on her money maker, and Cross Recoba is no different! He's too pretty for this kind of treatment!
Cross finally manages to buck Vannah off of him, but as he comes up to his feet he finds a handful of blood pouring from his nose. He seems enraged by this, but when he turns back around to do something about it, he's surprised once again by a clothesline that runs him right up and over the top rope to the concrete below. Recoba slowly pulls himself up by use of the ring apron, and barely gets on his feet before he's wiped out again by a leaping cross body by Vannah from the ring apron. Both competitors hit the ground hard, but Vannah rolls with it to come up to a hail of cheers, although a reach back to massage her spine gives away that she hasn't come away unscathed.
LO: Vannah showing the signs of injury as she pulls Cross up to his feet...WAIT! He Just Tossed Her Hands Away and POKED HER IN THE EYE!
KO: That's what happens when you take too much time with a man like 'The Fox'!
Vannah stumbles about momentarily blinded, coming to rest with her hand against the ring post near a neutral corner. Suddenly she finds her head yanked back by a fistful of hair, and jammed straight away against the steel. She rolls off the post to land on the other side, and when she looks up, there is a tangible red mingling in with her hair line.
KO: YOU SEE! I knew this would happen! NOW both of their money makers wear the mark of crimson!
LO: Vannah White has been busted open, and Cross seems satisfied as he wipes blood away from his own wound...
Cross reaches down for another fistful of hair, the referee getting higher in her count at seven. He yanks Vannah's head back and sneers in her face, spitting the word 'Bitch!' before driving her face down into the apron. He then grabs her by the back of her tights and shoves her under the bottom rope before glancing over at a concerned Dakota Jennings. He shakes his head in disappointment, before hopping to the apron himself, and then swinging himself back into the ring. Vannah has managed to crawl over to the corner and pulls herself half way to her feet when Cross rushes in with a splash that crushes her against the turnbuckles. Vannah slumps as he pulls her out, signaling for the end.
LO: Things do not look good for Vannah White, as Cross coops her up into Tombstone position, looking for his 'Up All Night In Dakota'. How disrespectful would it be for him to win using this move?
KO: Oh, I don't know, Laur. Maybe as disrespectful as Dakota Jennings coming down to ringside in the first place!
Cross keeps the smaller White in the position, stalking around the ring and talking shit to the fans from between her legs. Without warning, Vannah delivers a headbutt that just by proxy, catches Recoba low. He suddenly drops the woman who lands awkwardly on her side, and grabs at his groin which bends him over. White flashes a boot up that catches him right in the face, and he stumbles back to catch the ropes to prevent leaving his feet.
KO: COME ON REF! DISQUALIFY HER!
LO: I don't think that was intentional, she was just trying to get out of the predicament!
KO: Whatever, Laur. Your bias in this match is obviously showing. Ogle Vannah White on your own time!
LO: Bias! I would never...
Laurence Othello doesn't get to finish that thought, as Vannah White gets back to her feet, and Cross seeing this, rushes into try and put her back down. Vannah see's him coming, and seemingly runs away from him, but then her intentions are made known when she leaps to the second rope for a springboard, spins to catch cross with a rolling arm drag. She retains her hold on the arm as she rolls up to her knee, floats over dragging him onto his stomach, floats over again while catching the other arm, and then hooking his leg for an insane pinning combo.
LO: THE WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE, AND CROSS IS LOCKED IN!
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The arena erupts as Cross kicks out, but it's just after Caputo's hand has hit the mat for three, and Vannah's arm is raised in victory. Cross sits up in absolute disbelief, shaking his head, and arguing with the referee. Upon seeing Dakota shoot into the ring under the bottom rope, he realizes he's outnumbered here, and rather than stay to argue he bails out. Tears stream down Vannah's face as Kota drops down in front of her and gives her a hug. Vannah latches onto her, and the two slowly rise, Dakota peeling away from White so that she can raise her arm and present her as the victor.
LO: An emotional night here for Vannah White who overcame the odds, and took down one of her nemesis of old from The DIVISION...
KO: You mean stole a victory. Cross kicked out!
LO: I don't think so, Ken. They've rolled the footage back about three times now, and the kick out came after the three count.
KO: Well, whatever, this was botched from the start with Dakota Jennings coming down here and getting inside Cross Recoba's head. She had no business!
LO: She has as much right to be out here as anyone else, especially if Vannah White wanted her out here, and last I checked...Dakota Jennings didn't lift a finger in this match, where as Cross Recoba took his liberties with the rules...
Kenneth Othello crosses his arms over his chest with a 'hrmph' as Vannah takes a turnbuckle, and thrusts her arms over head. Dakota claps, and then exits the ring herself, leaving Vannah to have her moment. Vannah wipes blood from her forehead, and then pats her chest, and points her bloody hand out to the crowd who cheer her even more passionately. Finally, she mouths the words, 'Thank You' and blows them a kiss, before making her way to exit as well. The two women seem very excited as they make their way towards the curtain, laughing and slapping hands with fans as they go.
LO: You know, with all the craziness that's been going on in this promotion, it's nice to see a light out in the darkness, and I think those ladies will brighten things up even further in the future.
KO: I don't know all about that, but I'll admit...I like watching them go as much as I like seeing them arrive. Mmm Mmm Mmm!
Laurence delivers a face palm with his right hand, and then just motions with his other hand for the producers to find something going on in the back. Luckily, they've happened across just the thing...
KO: You know, I'm actually in agreement with Krahe on this one. Being a whore isn't that bad. I mean, I love them myself.
Laurence blinks in response to this brother's statement, and then just shakes his head before continuing.
LO: Be that as it may, I'm looking forward to that main event, but I'm REALLY looking forward to our upcoming match.
KO: That's right, Laur. It's time to watch 'The Fox' take this Vlogger to task...
LO: I don't know about all that, but the Generic Ring Announcer is in the ring, and I'm ready to get this one underway!
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a Grudge Match and is scheduled for one fall or submission...
'Turn To Stone' by Joe Walsh fills the arena as the lights dim and a single spot light illuminates the arena. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, and on the other the beautiful blonde model he introduced last show. No one knows her name, but that hardly matters to the capacity crowd, who boo and cat call the duo all at the same time. Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, and flicks his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience abnoxiously. He whispers something into his dates ear, which makes her blush, before leading her down to the ramp.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, standing at five foot ten and weighting in at 230 pounds, hailing from New York, New York...He is the former UnYielding Champion, 'The Fox' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!
Recoba reaches ringside and escorts his lovely valet over to a neutral corner, before turning to spit some venom at the crowd who continues to pile on the boo's. He grins arrogantly as his words rile them up even more, using the steps to enter the ring, and then steps to the center to stand in a gentleman's pose with the cane. Eventually he hands the item off to his valet who lovingly caresses it as he stretches his shoulders against the ropes.
LO: You know, this guy....I don't get it. If he is as interested as it seems he is about trying to get Dakota Jennings to talk with him, why would he continue to flaunt this woman in her face.
KO: Strategy, mate. He's probably got Kota so jealous she isn't able to stand it! I saw the pictures of her and her new beau, and I'm not buying it. She's trying to play at tit-for-tat with someone nicknamed 'The Fox', and it ain't gonna work!
LO: I don't know about that, but I do know that Dakota Jennings and Vannah White are friends, and last Blitz she basically unleashed the Vlogger to go after Cross anytime she wants, resulting in this grudge match here tonight.
KO: Probably hoping that Vannah will beat some sense into Cross so he'll come back to her on bended knee...
The clapping beginning of ''Shooting Stars" by Bag Raiders hit's over the PA System, and the lights around the stage start flashing along with the beat of the song. The fans all come to their feet and clap with the rhythm just as Vannah White rushes out onto stage, pausing at the top of the ramp to soak in the cheers from her adoring audience. She flashes her trademark smile, holds up a finger signifying for everyone to wait, and then steps to the side and points at the curtain where Dakota Jennings appears, dancing out to join her bestie. The crowd goes even more ecstatic as the two embrace at the top of the ramp just before Vannah points down to the ring with a mock mean face, and the two skip hand in hand towards the ring.
Ring Announcer: And making her way to the ring, accompanied by Dakota Jennings...she stands at five foot six and weights in at 125 pounds, hailing from London, England....She is the star of her self titled Vlog Series on YouTube, and one of Vanessa Byrne's 'Champions of Choice'.....VANNAH WHIITTTEEE!!
Cross Recoba watches the two reach ringside with a range of emotions from surprised to annoyed. Dakota skips on over to one of the neutral corners, while Vannah hops up onto the apron, and slips through the ropes into the ring. She takes a turnbuckle immediately and hand gestures to the crowd as if snapping a picture, while they all pose and cheer for their favorite YouTuber.
LO: Well this is a hell of a surprise! Dakota Jennings is out here in the corner of Vannah White, and look at Cross...he doesn't seem to happy about it!
KO: Well how the hell would you feel, Laur?!? Just her being out here might as well be interference, cause how's the man supposed to concentrate on the task of hand with his former lover cheering on his nemesis!
LO: Be that as it may, that's the situation we find ourselves in, and folks...I'm ready! Caputo just signaled for the bell, and this one is underway!
Cross is still staring at Dakota who indicates that he needs to pay attention to his opponent, before crossing her arms over her chest and looking off to the side at the fans who are still electric. Recoba finally turns his gaze to Vannah White, and if looks could kill, she would be dead right now. Vannah simply grins that sparkling smile, and waves over at Cross in mock fashion. His nose curls up in annoyance, but rather than stepping up to Vannah, he makes a B-line for Dakota's side of the ring, and slips out to land in front of her. He throws his hands out at his side, and says something the cameras can't pick up as Dakota looks at him defiantly, arms still crossed. Finally, he pushes the right button, and Dakota comes nose to nose with her former lover, the two continuing in a heated debate.
LO: It appears the action has taken a detour for a drama on the outside, and the fans are really pouring on the hate for Cross Recoba. Wait a second, the beautiful lady that accompanied him to ringside just came up behind him, and is trying to talk sense to hi......OH! DAKOTA JENNINGS JUST PUNCHED HER RIGHT IN THE FACE!
KO: What the F---? SHE CAN'T DO THAT!
LO: Looks like she just did, and now Cross looks like he's about to loose his cool...OH! DAKOTA JUST SLAPPED CROSS RECOBA!
Recoba's head snaps to the right with the slap, and his hand instinctively comes up to his jaw in surprise. Slowly he turns his gaze back on Dakota Jennings, who appears to be as shocked she did it as he is, and the dangerous look he gives her almost guarantee's violence. Suddenly he's sent hurtling rib first into the guard rail from a baseball slide drop kick from Vannah White. Vannah slips under the bottom rope to land on her feet in front of Dakota, and she just gives the woman a 'Sorry' and a shrug, before turning her attention back to Cross. Dakota backs off to another side of the ring, being cheered by the fans at ringside, as Vannah pops the still stunned Cross a few times with right hands before tossing him back into the ring.
LO: This one is finally underway with the two participants of the match, and what about that slap heard round the world, Ken?!
KO: It's absolute crap, Laur. What business does Dakota Jennings have to be at ringside other than to be a distraction to Cross Recoba?!
LO: Maybe she just wanted a ringside seat like all our fans to see Vannah White get some measure of revenge after their epic encounter at DIVISION...
Cross comes up to his feet holding his ribs, and as Vannah moves to follow him back in he catches her with vile stomps to the back of the head. Her head bounces off the canvas with each stomp, and he viciously grabs the top rope and proceeds to stomp her out until Caputo finally pulls him away. An incensed Recoba quickly spins around the warning referee, and yanks Vannah up to her feet only to shove her back into the corner. He looks down at Dakota Jennings, and says, 'This is what you want, huh?' before laying in a wicked chop. He follows up with another, then another, and a fourth for good measure. The crowds wince as the sickening slaps echo through out the arena, and Cross hooks her by the wrist, and sends her to the opposite side with authority. Vannah strikes the incoming turnbuckles with so much velocity that she's thrown sprawling down to the canvas upon impact.
LO: Size advantages are playing out here in this one early on, as Cross stalks over and drops a knee straight down into the back of Vannah's head! Whatever controversy that was meant to be achieved by Dakota's presence may have backfired here, as Cross is livid...
KO: Damn right he's mad! These two want to play some schoolyard games with 'The Fox', and now they are getting taught a lesson....don't mess with the local wildlife!
Recoba pulls Vannah up from the canvas, and sends her hurtling towards the corner they had just left a moment ago. This time, however, Vannah throws her boot up against the middle turnbuckle to stop her momentum, and when Cross rushes in to hit her from behind she springboards off the second so that he passes over her, spins in mid air, and comes down behind him into a wonky version of a sunset flip that sees him dropped to the canvas into a pin attempt.
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LO: Cross out quickly, but Vannah is already upon her feet, hops up to the second turnbuckle, and when Cross rises flies off with a dropkick that takes him right back down to the mat!
KO: White is back up and pulling Cross with her, slipping her head beneath his arm and attempting a side suplex, but Cross Rolls Right Through To Land Behind Her!
LO: Cross hooks her around the midsection and rushes her right towards the ropes so that her chest bounces off, and pulls backwards to go for a rolling pin! HE'S GOT A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS!
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LO: THRE-NO! Vannah still manages to kick out despite the cheating, and both come to their feet at the same time!
KO: Vannah goes for a right hand, but Cross ducks it, gets a fist full of hair and yanks back while hooking her into a guillotine choke...AND INVERTED DDT STRAIGHT DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Cross with the cover!
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LO: Vannah out at two, and Cross just rolled her over onto her stomach, and drives his knee right into her spine! Now he has the chin hooked with hand, while grabbing her left ankle with the other, and he's just yanking back into a modified surfboard!
Vannah cries out in pain as Cross torques her lower back in an awkward position, almost pulling the bottom of her boot to the top of her head. The ref gets in position to take the submission, but Vannah screams 'No' through gritted teeth while on the outside Dakota Jennings starts slapping the mat to get the crowd behind her. And behind her they get, as each person stomps their feet along with Dakota, clapping their hands, and trying to will Vannah to reach her feet. Hearing their cheers seems to only fuel Recoba, as he yanks back even harder, applying more pressure.
KO: Vannah White might have the crowd support, but she's in trouble! Cross Recoba has her dead center of the ring, and even if she does manage to get out of it, he's got another hold in his arsenal that no one has been able to break!
LO: You're right, Ken, and this move definitely helps ensure that Garibaldi's Guillotine will finish the job!
Despite the awkwardness of the position, the cheers from her fans do help, giving her strength enough to start clawing towards the ropes. Just when it appears she's about to reach them, Recoba releases the hold, steps up to the second, and then drives his knee directly down into her spine, eliciting another cry of pain and surprise from the vlogger. Cross pulls Vannah up to her feet, pulling her to the center of the ring, hooks her around the waist, and then lifts her up before planting her with a ring rattling sidewalk slam. He retains control of her legs to turn it into a pin.
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LO: THREe-NO! White showing some intestinal fortitude here as Recoba continues his assault on her lower back, and I have to say, Ken, Cross has really been in control for the majority of this match.
KO: Yeah, White got a shot in thanks to the distraction by Dakota, but Cross simply outfoxed the two when she tried to get back into the ring. Now he's got her in his sights, and isn't about to let her go!
Cross appears a little annoyed at the count of the referee, but he shrugs it off quickly in lieu of more punishment. He gets to his feet and hits off the ropes, coming back to deliver a high jumping elbow drop right down into Vannah's sternum. This causes her to roll over onto her stomach, clutching her chest, and Cross is back up, dropping another elbow down into her spine. She cries out again, but he's up in a flash, leaping to drive down another elbow. He points a mocking finger to his temple at the crowd to indicate he's smarter than all of them, and they respond in kind as he nudges White over for another cover with a deep hook of the leg.
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LO: THRE-NO! Vannah out just at two and a half, but it's obvious that she's hurting. She can't seem to stop clutching at her spine, and if this continues, she's done for.
KO: All apart of the plan, Laur.
Cross pulls Vannah to her feet, and irish whips her hard towards the turnbuckles, leaving his feet and pushing with his free hand to add even more velocity. Vannah's spine crashes painfully with the turnbuckles, and the only thing keeping her upright is her arms, which she drapes over the top rope. Cross comes up with a grin, mocking her hand gesture where she pretends to take a picture, and then rushes right at the corner. Much to his surprise, and everyone else's, Vannah somehow manages to slink out of the way, catching him in a drop toe hold that sends him hurtling face first into the middle turnbuckle!
LO: CROSS JUST ATE THE BUCKLE! He's reeling around the ring clutching at his nose, and Vannah just managed to her feet....he wheels her way, and PERFECT DROP KICK SENDS HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS!
KO: Stop getting so excited, Laur. Look! He's already back up, and......is taken back down with another drop kick from White...
Everyone in the arena can feel the momentum shift, as Vannah now pulls Cross up, quickening the pace by tossing him off the ropes. He comes hurtling back, and Vannah goes for a clothesline, but he ducks it. Coming back again, Vannah attempts a big back chop, but again, Cross ducks it. Hitting off the ropes for the third time, Cross comes rushing in looking to duck what ever comes next, but Vannah doesn't go for a kick or a fist, rather jumping straight into his path with a Thesz press. Recoba crashes to the mat with Vannah straddling him, and before he can react she is nailing him with rights and lefts to his injured nose.
LO: Vannah White Is Opening Up On Cross Recoba, and these fans are on their feet!
KO: She should know better than this! Her entire career is based on her money maker, and Cross Recoba is no different! He's too pretty for this kind of treatment!
Cross finally manages to buck Vannah off of him, but as he comes up to his feet he finds a handful of blood pouring from his nose. He seems enraged by this, but when he turns back around to do something about it, he's surprised once again by a clothesline that runs him right up and over the top rope to the concrete below. Recoba slowly pulls himself up by use of the ring apron, and barely gets on his feet before he's wiped out again by a leaping cross body by Vannah from the ring apron. Both competitors hit the ground hard, but Vannah rolls with it to come up to a hail of cheers, although a reach back to massage her spine gives away that she hasn't come away unscathed.
LO: Vannah showing the signs of injury as she pulls Cross up to his feet...WAIT! He Just Tossed Her Hands Away and POKED HER IN THE EYE!
KO: That's what happens when you take too much time with a man like 'The Fox'!
Vannah stumbles about momentarily blinded, coming to rest with her hand against the ring post near a neutral corner. Suddenly she finds her head yanked back by a fistful of hair, and jammed straight away against the steel. She rolls off the post to land on the other side, and when she looks up, there is a tangible red mingling in with her hair line.
KO: YOU SEE! I knew this would happen! NOW both of their money makers wear the mark of crimson!
LO: Vannah White has been busted open, and Cross seems satisfied as he wipes blood away from his own wound...
Cross reaches down for another fistful of hair, the referee getting higher in her count at seven. He yanks Vannah's head back and sneers in her face, spitting the word 'Bitch!' before driving her face down into the apron. He then grabs her by the back of her tights and shoves her under the bottom rope before glancing over at a concerned Dakota Jennings. He shakes his head in disappointment, before hopping to the apron himself, and then swinging himself back into the ring. Vannah has managed to crawl over to the corner and pulls herself half way to her feet when Cross rushes in with a splash that crushes her against the turnbuckles. Vannah slumps as he pulls her out, signaling for the end.
LO: Things do not look good for Vannah White, as Cross coops her up into Tombstone position, looking for his 'Up All Night In Dakota'. How disrespectful would it be for him to win using this move?
KO: Oh, I don't know, Laur. Maybe as disrespectful as Dakota Jennings coming down to ringside in the first place!
Cross keeps the smaller White in the position, stalking around the ring and talking shit to the fans from between her legs. Without warning, Vannah delivers a headbutt that just by proxy, catches Recoba low. He suddenly drops the woman who lands awkwardly on her side, and grabs at his groin which bends him over. White flashes a boot up that catches him right in the face, and he stumbles back to catch the ropes to prevent leaving his feet.
KO: COME ON REF! DISQUALIFY HER!
LO: I don't think that was intentional, she was just trying to get out of the predicament!
KO: Whatever, Laur. Your bias in this match is obviously showing. Ogle Vannah White on your own time!
LO: Bias! I would never...
Laurence Othello doesn't get to finish that thought, as Vannah White gets back to her feet, and Cross seeing this, rushes into try and put her back down. Vannah see's him coming, and seemingly runs away from him, but then her intentions are made known when she leaps to the second rope for a springboard, spins to catch cross with a rolling arm drag. She retains her hold on the arm as she rolls up to her knee, floats over dragging him onto his stomach, floats over again while catching the other arm, and then hooking his leg for an insane pinning combo.
LO: THE WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE, AND CROSS IS LOCKED IN!
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The arena erupts as Cross kicks out, but it's just after Caputo's hand has hit the mat for three, and Vannah's arm is raised in victory. Cross sits up in absolute disbelief, shaking his head, and arguing with the referee. Upon seeing Dakota shoot into the ring under the bottom rope, he realizes he's outnumbered here, and rather than stay to argue he bails out. Tears stream down Vannah's face as Kota drops down in front of her and gives her a hug. Vannah latches onto her, and the two slowly rise, Dakota peeling away from White so that she can raise her arm and present her as the victor.
LO: An emotional night here for Vannah White who overcame the odds, and took down one of her nemesis of old from The DIVISION...
KO: You mean stole a victory. Cross kicked out!
LO: I don't think so, Ken. They've rolled the footage back about three times now, and the kick out came after the three count.
KO: Well, whatever, this was botched from the start with Dakota Jennings coming down here and getting inside Cross Recoba's head. She had no business!
LO: She has as much right to be out here as anyone else, especially if Vannah White wanted her out here, and last I checked...Dakota Jennings didn't lift a finger in this match, where as Cross Recoba took his liberties with the rules...
Kenneth Othello crosses his arms over his chest with a 'hrmph' as Vannah takes a turnbuckle, and thrusts her arms over head. Dakota claps, and then exits the ring herself, leaving Vannah to have her moment. Vannah wipes blood from her forehead, and then pats her chest, and points her bloody hand out to the crowd who cheer her even more passionately. Finally, she mouths the words, 'Thank You' and blows them a kiss, before making her way to exit as well. The two women seem very excited as they make their way towards the curtain, laughing and slapping hands with fans as they go.
LO: You know, with all the craziness that's been going on in this promotion, it's nice to see a light out in the darkness, and I think those ladies will brighten things up even further in the future.
KO: I don't know all about that, but I'll admit...I like watching them go as much as I like seeing them arrive. Mmm Mmm Mmm!
Laurence delivers a face palm with his right hand, and then just motions with his other hand for the producers to find something going on in the back. Luckily, they've happened across just the thing...
Audio picks up the sound of someone whistling “Carol of the Bells” and it echos down the hallway along with the rhythmic jingle of a bell. A moment later the source comes down the hall, his steps not his usual lazy stride, but instead something focused and purposeful. Zachariah Krähe didn't even spare the waiting camera crew his usual lazy grin, and suddenly the classic christmas song seemed more like a battle hymn as he rounded the corner.
Much to his surprise, he runs headlong into Rex Rumble, who seems as if he were waiting on him, wild eyes glistening against the ambient glow of arena lights. He begins to nod his head, pacing back and forth as he speaks.
“Misfit Toys..yeah..that’s what you said. I listened to your words earlier this week, yeah, and it sounds to me like you found something that no one can buy, YEAH!”
Rex pauses, his hands flashing up between them so fast that even Krahe takes a wary step back. Rex intently stares at his fingers as they begin waggling in what could only be described as the ‘itsy bitsy spider’.
“You see, if you follow those words far enough down the rabbit hole, yeah, you’ll find the undeniable fact that Rex Rumble fits into one of those oddities….the different, the outcasts, THE FREAKS, YEAH!”
Rex suddenly remembers that Krahe and the camera are there, moving his fixation from his fingers back to Krahe before dropping them at his side to speak in a gruff whisper.
“Maybe Zack Fantana has more to be worried about than keeping his hands on that title, yeah...Nothing means nothing, but sometimes nothing means something, and that Big Mac meant something, and now this match means something, maybe everything, and all the king's horses, and all the king's men couldn’t put the title back together again...YEAH!”
Rex’s eyes are crazed as he gets uncomfortably close to Krahe, breathing heavily and looking the man up and down as if searching for some meaning.
Krähe met Rex's eyes with his own intense stare, his grey eyes hard as flint and stormy in the dim light. Ever so slowly Krähe's pinky finger could be seen raising up between them.
“You sir, are not only right...you're AWESOME! I'm going to win that title tonight, and I'm going to put it back together. We the misfits are going to make it mean something! This...this title is going to be for every person that doesn't color in the lines.”
Rex takes a step back, nodding in agreement, ultimately satisfied with the declaration. He suddenly rushes up to the camera, not allowing the operator to backpedal, and runs his pinky across his lips as he stretches out his catchphrase…
“OHHHHHHHHHHH SNAAAAAAPPPPP!!”
Suddenly he flashes out of camera view, leaving Zachariah Krahe blinking in surprise, before seeming to accept it all with a shrug. Turning from the camera he resumes his march down the hallway, one fist punching into the air as if already triumphant. Somewhere off camera a phone goes off with the ringtone, ‘Don’t You Forget About Me’ by Simple Minds just as he disappears into gorilla.
Much to his surprise, he runs headlong into Rex Rumble, who seems as if he were waiting on him, wild eyes glistening against the ambient glow of arena lights. He begins to nod his head, pacing back and forth as he speaks.
“Misfit Toys..yeah..that’s what you said. I listened to your words earlier this week, yeah, and it sounds to me like you found something that no one can buy, YEAH!”
Rex pauses, his hands flashing up between them so fast that even Krahe takes a wary step back. Rex intently stares at his fingers as they begin waggling in what could only be described as the ‘itsy bitsy spider’.
“You see, if you follow those words far enough down the rabbit hole, yeah, you’ll find the undeniable fact that Rex Rumble fits into one of those oddities….the different, the outcasts, THE FREAKS, YEAH!”
Rex suddenly remembers that Krahe and the camera are there, moving his fixation from his fingers back to Krahe before dropping them at his side to speak in a gruff whisper.
“Maybe Zack Fantana has more to be worried about than keeping his hands on that title, yeah...Nothing means nothing, but sometimes nothing means something, and that Big Mac meant something, and now this match means something, maybe everything, and all the king's horses, and all the king's men couldn’t put the title back together again...YEAH!”
Rex’s eyes are crazed as he gets uncomfortably close to Krahe, breathing heavily and looking the man up and down as if searching for some meaning.
Krähe met Rex's eyes with his own intense stare, his grey eyes hard as flint and stormy in the dim light. Ever so slowly Krähe's pinky finger could be seen raising up between them.
“You sir, are not only right...you're AWESOME! I'm going to win that title tonight, and I'm going to put it back together. We the misfits are going to make it mean something! This...this title is going to be for every person that doesn't color in the lines.”
Rex takes a step back, nodding in agreement, ultimately satisfied with the declaration. He suddenly rushes up to the camera, not allowing the operator to backpedal, and runs his pinky across his lips as he stretches out his catchphrase…
“OHHHHHHHHHHH SNAAAAAAPPPPP!!”
Suddenly he flashes out of camera view, leaving Zachariah Krahe blinking in surprise, before seeming to accept it all with a shrug. Turning from the camera he resumes his march down the hallway, one fist punching into the air as if already triumphant. Somewhere off camera a phone goes off with the ringtone, ‘Don’t You Forget About Me’ by Simple Minds just as he disappears into gorilla.
Main Event
{UnYielding Championship Match}
LO: Zachariah Krahe with a Breakfast Club moment shared with Rex Rumble before making his way out here for this UnYielding Championship Match...What do you think, Ken?
KO: I think that Rumble needs to start drinking Decaf, Laur.
LO: True enough, but I will say this, after all of the injuries sustained from Brodie, and then later Zack Fantana's chair attack, it appears that Krahe has finally recovered to full capacity. He looks ready for this match...
KO: I'll remind you, Laur, that Zack Fantana seems one hundred percent focused here, and Cross Recoba is probably even more dangerous now after that upset by Vannah White moments ago than he ever has been.
LO: Hopefully that won't be a factor in this match, as there seems to be enough animosity between Krahe and Fantana without the need for a Cross Recoba intervention....but we're about to find out as the ring announcer steps center of the ring...
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is your Main Event of the evening, and is for the UNYIELDING CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
KO: I think that Rumble needs to start drinking Decaf, Laur.
LO: True enough, but I will say this, after all of the injuries sustained from Brodie, and then later Zack Fantana's chair attack, it appears that Krahe has finally recovered to full capacity. He looks ready for this match...
KO: I'll remind you, Laur, that Zack Fantana seems one hundred percent focused here, and Cross Recoba is probably even more dangerous now after that upset by Vannah White moments ago than he ever has been.
LO: Hopefully that won't be a factor in this match, as there seems to be enough animosity between Krahe and Fantana without the need for a Cross Recoba intervention....but we're about to find out as the ring announcer steps center of the ring...
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is your Main Event of the evening, and is for the UNYIELDING CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
The lights in the arena dim as 'Beat the Devil’s Tattoo' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club fills the PA system. A single spotlight hits the stage, and out saunters Zachariah Krahe, a rolled cigarette tucked behind his ear. His lazy smile regards the mixed reaction he receives as he pulls the cigarette, and plops it casually into his mouth. A flick of his lighter later, and the cherry burns as he starts a slow strut to the ring.
Ring Announcer: Introducing the challenger, standing at six foot three and weighting in at 232 pounds, he hails from Hell, Michigan, and was the winner of the 7 Pillars of Rome Gauntlet Match, The Catalyst.....ZACHARIAH KRAHHHEEE!!
Krahe stops at the bottom of the ramp to regard the front row to his left, then his right, letting a plume of smoke escape his lips. Sniffing the air as if he could smell the electricity in the air, his eyes narrow on the ring, and he butts the cigarette out on the steel steps just before climbing them, and slipping through the ropes. He stalks over to the corner where he flops back against the turnbuckles, his devil may care attitude eliciting even more of a reaction than before.
LO: Folks, let me make one thing clear; Zachariah Krahe may seem like he doesn't care about any of this, but the fact is that he went to great lengths to deliver on his terms with Cross Recoba at 7 Pillars, and if any of the back and forth between him and Zack Fantana on Twitter is to be believed, then he is going to go to those same lengths here tonight, but for himself.
KO: That's right, Laur, which makes this guy even more dangerous than previously perceived. If He'd go that far to deliver for someone else, imagine what he's capable of when he really wants something.
LO: I don't even think it's the championship that he's after, either, Ken. He just wants to set the record straight as to who really is the better professional here!
The announcers don't get any further chance to psychoanalyze Krahe as the opening stanza of 'Lucid Dreams' by Franz Ferdinand comes across the PA, and the lights begin to flash in tandem with the beat of the music just as Zack Fantana bursts through the curtain. The UnYielding title starts out around his waist, but is quickly unfastened and presented to the roaring crowd who go absolutely nuts for the leader of Fantanasy. Zack nods along with the music, pointing at the championship, then to himself, before tearing into a strut down to the ring.
Ring Announcer: And introducing his opponent, standing at six foot and weighting in at 205 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania....He is the Leader of Fantanasy, and The UnYielding Champion.....He is ZACK FANTANNAAAA!!
Zack climbs the steps, and spins across the ropes until coming to a halt, draping himself across the top rope and bouncing along with the music, soaking in the huge ovation. Finally, he swings his legs into the ring and steps to the center of the ring where he regards Krahe for the first time over in the corner, still seeming bored. He shakes his head, before holding the belt over his head to another volley of cheers.
LO: The fans are hot for Zack Fantana here tonight, as they have watched him struggle to find his footing at times in Valor Pro, only to end up as the people's champion.
KO: Yeah, but these people aren't going to be able to help him here, and we already know the damn belt is cursed. I figure we just give it up now, and pass it over to Krahe.
LO: Oh will you give me a break! The title is not cursed! It just so happens that we have a huge talent well here in Valor Pro, and on any given Sunday anyone can walk away a winner.
KO: Well, we'll find out who walks away from this one, because Caputo just handed the belt off to the time keeper and signaled for the bell!
Krahe and Fantana begin to circle before locking up in the center of the ring, end up with Fantana yanking Krahe's head down into a headlock. He grinds the skull between his arm and body, while Krahe searches for an escape. Finding none, he wraps his arms around Zack's waist and lifts up into a side suplex position, but Zack feels the momentum and shifts forwards, dropping Krahe all the way down to his back into a headlock takeover. Krahe immediately reaches up with his legs and grapevines Fantana's head, forcing him to release the hold and pushing him down to the mat. While still trapped in the leg scissors, Zack rocks his own legs forward up onto his chest, and performs a kip up that see's him break the hold and land on his feet. Krahe is quick to follow, but upon turning towards Zack is taken down to the mat with a deep snap arm drag. Krahe bounces right back up, and runs into another one. He still comes to his feet, albeit a little more cautiously, and Zack takes him by the wrist and pushes him into the ropes, sending him to the other side.
LO: Krahe on his way back now and ducks the clothesline attempt from Fantana. Back for a second time, and ducks the back elbow attempt. On his way back for a third time, and Zack drops his head for a back body drop But Krahe Stops Short In Front Of Him And Nails Him With A Football Like Punt Square In The Face!
KO: Fantana snapped upright, and KRAHE WITH A DISCUS CLOTHESLINE TAKES HIS HEAD OFF!!
Both men are sucking wind because of the quick start to the match, but both still get to their feet at the same time. Krahe meets Zack with a right hand that knocks him back into the ropes, and he takes him by the wrist before shooting him off. Fantana comes rushing back and Krahe goes for another clothesline, but Zack manages to duck it, puts on the brakes, and when Krahe turns to face him nails him with a high dropkick that sends him crashing to the mat.
LO: Beautiful dropkick by Fantana, but Krahe already back up, and now it's Fantana with right hands, driving him over into the nearby corner...
KO: OH! Chop! Another one! And Another One! Krahe's chest is lit up like Christmas, no pun intended!
LO: Fantana now takes Krahe by the wrist and whips him hard to the far side. Krahe slams into the turnbuckles spine first, and he just slumps against the top rope. Here comes Fantana rushing in, BUT OH! Krahe catches him coming in with a back elbow that sends him stumbling back!
KO: Fantana coming back in, but a quick boot to the midsection cuts him off, and now Krahe grabs him by his ears and spins him into the corner instead!
Krahe opens up with rights and lefts, Fantana doing all that he can to cover up and try and protect himself. A few of those heavy handed shots sneak their way past, however, and it's the referee who finally intervenes and starts a five count. At four and a half, Krahe backs up with his hands in the air, and Fantana stumbles out to meet him only to be met with a nasty European uppercut that sends him sprawling back into the turnbuckles. Krahe takes a few steps back, and rushes the corner, when Fantana uses the ropes to pull himself out of the way. Krahe nails the top turnbuckle chest first, and he clutches at his previously injured shoulder a bit as he stumbles backwards, and Fantana quickly capitalizes by dropping down behind him to hook him through the legs and pulls him into a schoolboy pin!
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LO: Krahe out at two, and Zack comes up, pulling Krahe with him before hooking him around the head, and delivering a snap suplex back down to the canvas. Krahe clutching at his back, as Fantana quickly pushes him down and hooks the leg...
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KO: Just a two count, but Fantana has the momentum as he pulls Krahe up one more time. He takes him by the wrist and pushes him back into the ropes, only to shoot him to the far side!
Krahe springs off the ropes and Fantana springs into a spinwheel kick that Krahe manages to avoid by front rolling under the move. Fantana lands, but bounces up quickly, rushing in at Krahe who spins around and catches him in a snap power slam that rattles the ring. Krahe quickly hooks the leg for a pin attempt.
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LO: Fantana out at two, but man this thing has been back and forth, shifting gears every other move!
KO: It's obvious these guys have been watching each others footage, and even though this is only their second encounter in the company, they obviously know each other very well...
Krahe yanks Fantana up to his feet, and drives in a few forearms to rock him back to the ropes. He takes him by the wrist, and it's his turn to send Fantana to the far side to await his return. Fantana hits off the ropes, and Krahe rushes right for him, looking to be going for a spear, but it's Fantana who shows his agility this time by leap frogging the move. Krahe passes harmlessly under Fantana who lands spryly on his feet, and Krahe quickly turns around only to receive a boot to the midsection followed by a pump handle gut buster. Krahe grabs at his midsection as he falls off of Fantana's knee, and Zack comes up, not ready to attempt a pin just yet. Opting for more damage, Zack rushes the ropes and springboards off the second with a beautiful moonsault that finds him crushing Krahe into the mat. He hooks the leg for good measure as Caputo hits the mat to make the count.
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LO: THR-NO! Zachariah out at two and a half, and Fantana isn't slowing things down even a little bit, yanking Krahe back up to his feet, and then shoving him back into the corner.
KO: Krahe is favoring his ribs after that gut buster/moonsault combo, and Fantana see's it, just driving the shoulder into the man's gut while he's trapped in the turnbuckles!
Fantana delivers blow after blow with his shoulder, driving Krahe so deep into the turnbuckles that he's halfway sitting on the middle one. Finally, he lets up after Caputo warns him to get it in the ring, and he goes to irish whip Krahe hard into the corner once again. Krahe manages to put on the brakes this time, however, leaving Zack no other recourse but to follow him in. Fantana is caught with another back elbow that sends him stumbling back, and when he tries to recover to make another grab, Krahe surprises the man with a headbutt to the bridge of his nose from out of nowhere. Fantana stumbles all the way back into the ropes, falling so that his arms are draped across the top. The sudden momentum sends the top rope dipping down, and somehow Fantana's arms get trapped by the middle rope, effectively leaving both caught between the two wrapped steel cables.
LO: Fantana is tied up in the ropes, and both men just realized the perilous situation! Zack is struggling to get free, BUT HERE COMES KRAHE!
KO: Zachariah with unprotected rights and lefts right into Fantana's skull, just teeing off on the man!
LO: Caputo is putting up a fight, and now she's administering a five count! We're at Four and a Half before Zachariah Krahe Backs Off!
KO: Yeah, and it looks like some of those unanswered shots has busted Zack Fantana wide open!
A thin stream of blood pours from an open gash above Fantana's left eye as Caputo manages to untangle him from the ropes. No sooner is he freed, however, before Krahe rushes right at him and clotheslines him right up and over the top to the concrete below. A vicious grimace comes over the mysterious catalyst as he passes through the ropes to follow him out, and the fans become truly concerned when he pulls Fantana to his feet only to send him hurtling skull first into the steel steps.
LO: GOOD GOD! The steps were knocked off their base from the impact of Fantana's skull, and Krahe doesn't look to be slowing up at all. He now has him by a fistful of hair, and OH! Slams his head right off the top step!
KO: I don't know what it was, but something has come loose in Zachariah Krahe. His entire demeanor has changed!
LO: Indeed. Gone is the devil without a care attitude, replaced by something more violent.
The fans boo a little louder as Krahe seems to ignore the referee's ten count in favor of driving Fantana's skull into the steel once more, but not to be disqualified, he does toss him back into the ring at the count of eight. At nine he's slipping under the bottom behind him, rolling him towards the center to hook the leg.
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LO: THRE-FANTANA KICKED OUT! And Krahe just staring down at the man with what almost looks like sympathy...Care to explain Ken?
KO: There is no explanation for Zachariah Krahe, Laur. He's probably thinking, you should have stayed down Zack, cause now I'm going to have to REALLY hurt you!
Kenneth Othello has no idea how true his words ring as Krahe gets to his feet, and falls back in the corner. He watches as Zack struggles onto his side, and eventually up to an elbow, his eyes narrowing as he were about ready to take a shot with a rifle. Finally, Fantana manages to get onto his hands and knee's, and that is when Krahe lights out of the corner like a locomotive sweeping his right leg along the canvas until bringing it devastatingly up to catch Zack right in the temple with the point of his boot. The entire audience takes in a grimacing breath as Zack is sent spinning over onto his back, a huge red whelp on the side of his face to go along with the mix of blood and sweat. Krahe stares down at his prone opponent, shakes his head, and then drops down on top of him for a cover.
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THREe-NO!
LO: FANTANA ROLLED THE SHOULDER! HE'S STILL IN THIS THING!
KO: I can't believe it! I thought Krahe literally discombobulated the dudes brain pan with that kick!
LO: It appears that Krahe can't believe it either, looking up at Caputo and asking with his hand gesture if it wasn't three. She's saying no, and now he's going to have to go back to the drawing board.
Krahe comes up and steps back towards the corner, slipping out onto the apron, and grabbing the ring post to assist with climbing to the top. He reaches his perch, and the fans come to their feet as he stands to his full height, looking down on the still prone Fantana.
LO: We've seen Krahe go to the top a few times before, but it still seems like an unnatural place for him to be. I always see him as more of a ground and pound style rather than a flyer.
KO: Yeah, but you know what they say, Laur. All bets are off when the title is on the line, and Krahe has to pull out all the stops!
As if hearing the commentary in his ear, Zach takes in a deep breath and then leaps from the top to go for a diving splash. Unfortunately for him, he has wasted an incredible amount of time making this decision, and Fantana's foot flashes up at the last second, catching Krahe right under the chin. He snaps down to the canvas, but comes up quickly, stumbling over into the corner. Fantana manages to find his footing, and seeing this, Krahe rushes out to meet him but instead is caught out of nowhere with a super kick that takes his head off!
LO: GOOD LORD! What a super kick from Fantana, who now drops down to make a cover!
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KO: THRE-NO! Krahe out after a long two count, but Fantana is up, and he looks to be rolling!
Fantana cups his hands together and yells out to the audience who answers back with a scream of their own! Krahe gets to his feet, but is immediately sent back to the canvas with a stiff overhand right. He bounces back up, but is immediately taken down with another. Finally, he's slower to rise, but Fantana is there to help him by pushing him into the ropes only to send him to the other side. Krahe hurdles back off the rebound, and walks right into a spinning heel kick that catches him right in the face.
LO: Fantana wasting no time as he comes back up and drags Krahe closer to the nearby corner. Zack heading out to the apron, and he's making much better time than Krahe up to the top rope!
KO: Well high flying is something well known to Zack Fantana, but Look! Krahe just rolled under the bottom rope to the outside! He's obviously stunned, but still aware enough of his surroundings to realize he was in trouble!
LO: Yeah, but I think he's still in trouble. Fantana just switched his position, and he's now facing the outside, begging for Krahe to turn around!
Krahe eventually stumbles into the perfect position, and Fantana gives a tip of an imaginary hat to the crowd just before leaping from the top into a phenomenal corkscrew shooting star press that wipes both men out at ringside!
LO: OH MY GOD! LUCID DREAMS TO THE OUTSIDE, AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
KO: That son of a gun is crazy!
LO: Caputo is as shocked as we are, and every single one of these fans are on their feet!
KO: Same can't be said of Zachariah Krahe and Zack Fantana, cause Caputo is starting a ten count, and I don't believe they'll be able to answer the call! But, Hey! If Fantana gets a count out here, then he remains the champion.
LO: That is not the way Zack Fantana wants to win this match! He's a man on a mission to prove that he is the best there is in this business, and wants his pound of flesh after everything that happened at 7 Pillars! There's no way he'd be satisfied with this!
Caputo's count has reached seven when Fantana finally begins to stir. He manages to use the nearby guard rail to haul himself to his feet, and then works to get Krahe up as well. Just at the count of nine and a half, he tosses Krahe under the bottom rope and follows close behind. Caputo signals for the two men to continue much to the fans delight, and Zack rolls The Catalyst to the center of the ring before hooking the leg for a cover.
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THREe-NO!
LO: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! KRAHE ROLLED THE SHOULDER AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!
KO: Fantana falls off of him exhausted! Between the beatings these two have dealt out here tonight, and the high drama of the match, I don't know if there's anything left in the tank!
LO: Wait a minute...WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!
KO: Oh, Now things have REALLY gotten interesting...
The fans all turn towards the stage in a collective boo as Cross Recoba steps through the curtain, wielding the same titanium cane with a curved golden lion's head handle. Its obvious that he has already taken a shower, as he is dressed to the nines in a blue Armani suit with some high quality loafers. All that is absent is his damsel, who more than likely is being attended to by medical after the shot she took from Dakota Jennings. He doesn't pander to the fans, stalking to the ring with purpose, and the referee quickly moves to that side of the ring to intercept him. Cross holds his hands up innocently, claiming that he's just here to watch the outcome of the match, and without giving her any reason to eject him, Caputo shrugs, but gives him a strong warning.
KO: See, Laur. Cross is just out here to see who wins the match. It's probable that he'll face whoever wins, so he's just doing some prospecting.
LO: Spin all the yarn you like, Ken, but Cross Recoba isn't out here just to watch. He is causing a disturbance with his very presence at ringside!
Fantana stumbles up to his feet, obviously tired, when he looks down and see's Cross standing at ringside. His eyebrows go up, and he immediately takes a defensive stance, pointing him out to the referee and arguing to 'Get him out of here'. The ref shakes her head, although she looks just as wary. Zack's face fills with anger and he approaches that side of the ring, or he would have, if Krahe hadn't reached up between his legs and dragged him down into a deep schoolboy pin.
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LO: THREe-NO! Zachariah Krahe just millimeters from being the new Unyielding Champion, but Fantana able to kick out at the last second....and man, he looks hot.
KO: Haha, he's accusing Krahe of having Cross come down for the distraction, and Krahe is angrily denying it...OH! ZACK JUST SLAPPED KRAHE! AND KRAHE HAS SNAPPED! HE JUST UPENDED ZACK FANTANA DOWN TO HIS BACK, AND MOUNTS HIM WITH VICIOUS RIGHT HANDS!
LO: Good God, his skull is bouncing off the canvas with every hit, and now it's Krahe who pops up to his feet and walks over to Cross Recoba to tell him to get the hell out of here.
Recoba smiles smugly, shrugging his shoulders, and asking Krahe, 'What's the problem?' Krahe licks his lips in frustration, like a cat that's just seen a canary, and just when it seems like he's about to go after his prey, he's sent sprawling into the top rope from behind by a running knee from Fantana. Krahe essentially hotshots himself, stumbling backwards into Zack's waiting arms, lifting him up into a belly to back, but throwing his knee's up at the last second to pull Krahe painfully down into a lumbar check.
LO: SLEEP APNEA TO KRAHE! FANTANA WITH THE COVER!
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KO: THRE---The Ref stopped counting, and LOOK! KRAHE'S FOOT IS ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
LO: I can not believe this match! By all accounts it should have been over right there, but somehow Krahe had the ring presence to toss his foot up on the bottom rope at the last second to break the count. Unbelievable!
KO: Well Zack Fantana certainly can't believe it. He looks like he's about ready to have a conniption, cause he knows that once he deals with the danger on the inside of the ring, he has someone just as dangerous on the outside!
Recoba chokes up on his cane as he steps over near the guardrails to one of the more inebriated fans, and he reaches into his front lapel to produce a gangster roll of cash. He whispers something into the young fan's ear, and he eagerly nods his head 'yes'. Cross smirks, passing the cash from his hand to the fan's before stepping back and motioning him forward. The fan pockets the money and leaps over the guard rail, rushing up to the ring as Cross Recoba steps to the other side. Caputo is quick to cut the exuberant fan off at the apron, and Zack looks over, uncertain at what is going on. Suddenly Cross is in the ring behind him, and he swings the cane like a baseball bat to strike Fantana square in the back of the head. Zack's eyes roll into the back of his head as he slumps to the canvas, and Recoba is already back at ringside by the time security drags the fan away.
LO: THAT SLIMY BASTARD!
KO: Hell, I call that payback for that chair attack several shows back!
LO: Payback? PAYBACK!?! That chair attack was payback for all the backstabbing bullshit that Cross Recoba has pulled since coming into this fed! I...oh no....what if this was the plan all along? What if Zachariah Krahe and Cross Recoba really are in cahoots?!?!
The fans boo wildly at The Fox's actions as he smugly leans against his cane, watching the drama unfold in the ring. Slowly but surely Zachariah Krahe begins to stir, uncertain of his surroundings as he slowly claws his way towards the ropes. He pulls himself up to one knee, before spying Fantana beginning to stir as well, clutching the back of his head. He gets all the way up to his feet, stumbling to fall back in the corner, as Fantana starts to dramatically rise. Just when he's upright, Krahe rushes headlong at his opponent, leaps into the air, and takes Zack's head of with a Busaiku Knee strike. Zack strikes the canvas, and Krahe falls on top of him haphazardly.
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LO: Oh My God! Not like this...
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KO: I told you the damn title was cursed!
Ring Announcer: The winner of this match by pinfall, and NEW UNYIELDING CHAMPION....ZACHARIAH KRAHE!!!!
Krahe gets to his knee's as the championship is handed to him and he cradles it in his arms, staring down at the face plate. The first signs of emotion just start to creep through, but are quickly interrupted by a titanium cane bouncing off the back of his skull. The strike sends him sprawling forwards, and Caputo tries to intervene, but is promptly shoved out of the way as Recoba comes in full of fire and rage, savagely teeing off on the new champion with strikes across his spine. Fantana manages to roll over onto his stomach, and pushes up to his hands and knees, which causes Recoba to switch targets. He overhand swings the cane down to strike Fantana right in his lower back, and he fumbles back to the canvas in shock and pain. Several more vile shots leave both men laying, and Recoba sneers down at his handiwork, sweat glistening on his forehead. Recoba doesn't even attempt to dodge the trash that is being hurled in the ring, basking in the crowds response to what he views as his triumph. Head held high, he reaches down, scooping up the UnYielding Championship, and to a chorus of disdain raises it high above his head.
LO: This son of a bitch has no place in this company! God damn it!
KO: How can you say that, Laur? Cross Recoba has EVERY right to be out here. He paid Zachariah Krahe to do a job, and once the job was done the guy turned on him. Zack Fantana took the title off of him, but after a vicious attack previously with a steel chair. And now, Cross Recoba has not only cost Zack Fantana, he has christened the new UnYielding Champion with viciousness and savagery! That is the mark of a man who will do ANYTHING to be the best!
LO: Maybe so, Ken, but at what cost? WHO is going to take Cross Recoba seriously when he can't keep his personal life together long enough to focus on a match? WHO is going to take Cross Recoba seriously if he continues these back alley attacks? This was a travesty, no matter how you try to spin it, and Zachariah Krahe and Zack Fantana, more importantly, these fans, are left to pay the price!
KO: Well we can debate it all day long, Laur, but we're out of time! Folks, I am Kenneth Othello, and to my right is Laurence Othello, and we are The...
Ken pauses, looking over to his brother to give their signature sign off. Instead, Laurence is staring daggers into the ring, silently fuming at the way the night has ended. Ken shrugs, and continues.
KO: Othello Brother's....until next time, we thank you for joining us for this exciting episode of Blitz!
The camera focuses on Cross still holding the championship in his pose, as the Fite TV logo flashes across the right corner of the screen, and then the scene fades to black.