Post by silentpartner on Dec 30, 2018 9:28:49 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a panning shot of the Ericsson Globe Arena as people continue to file into their seats. Once the camera has made a full rotation, it pauses over the stage before zooming down the ramp, up and over the ring, and finally settling on the Valor Pro announce team of The Othello Brothers.
Laurence Othello: Welcome everyone to the Go Home episode of Blitz just before our next major Pay-Per-View event streaming LIVE on Fite TV, EQUINOX! I am Laurence Othello, joined on my right by my brother and tag team partner, Kenneth Othello!
Kenneth Othello: Folks, man, do we have a show for you...
LO: That's right Ken, the Swedes have come out in force to show support for Valor Pro Wrestling this week, and let me just say, for good reason!
KO: We've got everything, I tell you. A singles match which involves two tag teams, a fatal four way that guarantee's to thrill and make one of our debuts a star, two hotties chatting it up with that idiot, Brad Stokes.....HOW THE HELL DOES HE KEEP GETTING THE SWEET GIGS?!
LO: I don't know how he's still employed, to be honest....but regardless, he will be interviewing two of our hottest, and I mean that both figuritively and literally, prospects here in Valor Pro, the very popular Vannah White and Dakota Jennings!
KO: Yeah, and if that doesn't do it for you, I'm sure all the fans will be happy to know that Zack Fantana is back in action after his crushing loss of the UnYielding Championship.
LO: I don't know how crushing it was, Laur. Fantana definitely has every right to be angry after the events of last show, and it wouldn't surprise me if we didn't see another chapter unfold in that drama.
KO: Well of course we will, did you already forget? Cross Recoba challenges Zachariah Krahe for that very Championship here tonight, and I'm taking bets with anyone who doesn't think The Fox doesn't have a trick or two up his sleeve for The Catalyst!
LO: Recoba is as wily as they come, and has really created controversy through out the past few months, first, paying Krahe off for the belt, then getting involved last show just because he lost it to Fantana. I don't know if this thing will ever end while he still remains at the center of it...
KO: And I personally hope it doesn't, Laur. The matches we've gotten out of this feud has been top notch, but I'm hoping that The Fox comes out ontop tonight. It's about time you guys around here show him some respect!
LO: I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to show him my fist, but regardless, what about this HUGE Main Event?
KO: Six Man Tag! FEUDAMANIA!
LO: That's right folks....each person in this match stands across from their Equinox opponents in this tag team match, but even worse than that, there isn't one person involved here that likes their teammates any better!
KO: Well, Brennan Devlin did say that he would hold it together long enough for his team to win. And...well...Davy bought himself a pirate ship, and made himself Captain, so I think he's down too. It's that damn Siberia Zombie you have to worry about!
LO: I know, right! I'd hate for just one of those guys play by the rules with a little honor and dignity.
KO: It's disgusting, but the other team isn't much better.
LO: There were some harsh words among the team of Cosmo Cooper, Roxi Johnson, and Brodie, with a lot of the heat falling on Cosmo. Apparently they really don't like him that much.
KO: I don't understand why not! He's the Coop Man! The Graps Jesus! A Champion of Choice! Vanessa Byrne should have just put the Apex strap on him despite the criticism. These other fools don't have a clue what a guy like that could do for our bonus!
LO: It's all about the money with you, isn't it...
KO: And the hookers....
There is a long pause before Laurence Othello can continue, and the shake of his head shows just how much this Tag Team has been tested. Past, Present, and Future.
LO: Folks, without further ado, let's just get to the action in the ring...
Laurence Othello: Welcome everyone to the Go Home episode of Blitz just before our next major Pay-Per-View event streaming LIVE on Fite TV, EQUINOX! I am Laurence Othello, joined on my right by my brother and tag team partner, Kenneth Othello!
Kenneth Othello: Folks, man, do we have a show for you...
LO: That's right Ken, the Swedes have come out in force to show support for Valor Pro Wrestling this week, and let me just say, for good reason!
KO: We've got everything, I tell you. A singles match which involves two tag teams, a fatal four way that guarantee's to thrill and make one of our debuts a star, two hotties chatting it up with that idiot, Brad Stokes.....HOW THE HELL DOES HE KEEP GETTING THE SWEET GIGS?!
LO: I don't know how he's still employed, to be honest....but regardless, he will be interviewing two of our hottest, and I mean that both figuritively and literally, prospects here in Valor Pro, the very popular Vannah White and Dakota Jennings!
KO: Yeah, and if that doesn't do it for you, I'm sure all the fans will be happy to know that Zack Fantana is back in action after his crushing loss of the UnYielding Championship.
LO: I don't know how crushing it was, Laur. Fantana definitely has every right to be angry after the events of last show, and it wouldn't surprise me if we didn't see another chapter unfold in that drama.
KO: Well of course we will, did you already forget? Cross Recoba challenges Zachariah Krahe for that very Championship here tonight, and I'm taking bets with anyone who doesn't think The Fox doesn't have a trick or two up his sleeve for The Catalyst!
LO: Recoba is as wily as they come, and has really created controversy through out the past few months, first, paying Krahe off for the belt, then getting involved last show just because he lost it to Fantana. I don't know if this thing will ever end while he still remains at the center of it...
KO: And I personally hope it doesn't, Laur. The matches we've gotten out of this feud has been top notch, but I'm hoping that The Fox comes out ontop tonight. It's about time you guys around here show him some respect!
LO: I don't think I'm alone when I say I'd like to show him my fist, but regardless, what about this HUGE Main Event?
KO: Six Man Tag! FEUDAMANIA!
LO: That's right folks....each person in this match stands across from their Equinox opponents in this tag team match, but even worse than that, there isn't one person involved here that likes their teammates any better!
KO: Well, Brennan Devlin did say that he would hold it together long enough for his team to win. And...well...Davy bought himself a pirate ship, and made himself Captain, so I think he's down too. It's that damn Siberia Zombie you have to worry about!
LO: I know, right! I'd hate for just one of those guys play by the rules with a little honor and dignity.
KO: It's disgusting, but the other team isn't much better.
LO: There were some harsh words among the team of Cosmo Cooper, Roxi Johnson, and Brodie, with a lot of the heat falling on Cosmo. Apparently they really don't like him that much.
KO: I don't understand why not! He's the Coop Man! The Graps Jesus! A Champion of Choice! Vanessa Byrne should have just put the Apex strap on him despite the criticism. These other fools don't have a clue what a guy like that could do for our bonus!
LO: It's all about the money with you, isn't it...
KO: And the hookers....
There is a long pause before Laurence Othello can continue, and the shake of his head shows just how much this Tag Team has been tested. Past, Present, and Future.
LO: Folks, without further ado, let's just get to the action in the ring...
“La Marseillaise” starts in and out to the top of the ramp strides the black and white jumpsuit wearing mime, Comme Ci! At her back an identically garbed mime, Comme Ca. They do that thing with their arms that looks like Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man drawing. Behind them comes the entourage of Francis Ford Cuppola plus the man himself all dressed in classy black and white suits.
Ring Announcer: Making her way to the ring accompanied by her tag team partner, Comme Ca, as well as the entourage of Francis Ford Cuppola, the Haus of Cuppola Haus of Creative Haus…
The ring announcer is reading off a card and having clear difficulty reading all the names and just gives up. It’s too much.
RA: A lot of words. Too many words for one name. Moving on. Hailing from the Mime Quarter of France… there is no Mime Quarter-- whatever… Her name is… COMME… CI!
And the train of ridiculous wrestling gimmicks makes its way down the ramp with Mister Mississagi handing out jugs of maple syrup to waiting fans at Mr. Cuppola’s direction.
LO: Why the hell is it Mimes? Why is this man obsessed with mimes?
KO: You have to appreciate Cuppola’s adherence to a theme.
Once inside the ring, Cuppola has a mic and looks extra smarmy. The crowd noise dies down slowly. Most of them are booing. Cuppola is poised and ready to let them know just what’s up.
Francis Ford Cuppola: As--
“Neo Tokyo” by Scandroid starts in and Francis is noticeably confused, still speaking to the ring announcer before they cut off his microphone.
FFC: Oh, I thought--
RA: And making her way to the ring accompanied by her tag team partner, Brooklyn Light. Hailing from the year Twenty Double X…. She is… one half of Neo Tokyo… IOTA… PSI!
There’s a crowd pop as Iota Psi strides down to the ring, but at this time, it’s not a name the crowd recognizes. Inside the ring, the collection of Cuppola’s entourage crowds one corner as Iota Psi and Brooklyn Light enter.
LO: Iota Psi, hailing from a not so distant future, has come to Valor Pro with her tag partner Brooklyn Light on a mission to put Neo Tokyo on the map and that begins here tonight.
KO: You’d be hard pressed to take a match like this seriously. Anyone would.
LO: But take it seriously, Iota Psi has. She is looking determined in there.
Indeed, most would be hard-pressed not to crack a smile if even only out of pity for Cuppola’s schtick, but Iota Psi looks like this is the biggest fight of her life. Stone-faced and ready, warming up with loose punches before the ref, Diego Santiego, clears the ring of only himself and the two competitors.
LO: And there goes the bell and we’re going to see which half of these two tag teams is going to start 2019 off with a win.
Iota Psi steals in for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Comme Ci rolls through the motion and locks on a hammerlock that immediately has Iota Psi wincing. Comme Ci steers Iota Psi around the ring before applying pressure and pressing into the backs of her knees to bring her to the canvas then transitions smoothly into a modified crossface. Cuppola is at the ring apron insisting Comme Ci needs to “mime harder”, whatever that means.
KO: Comme Ci taking control of this match early.
LO: But Iota Psi doesn’t look particularly ready to give in so easily.
A twist and readjustment on the part of Iota Psi sees her loosen out of the mime’s grasp and both women find themselves on their feet for another lock up, this time with Iota Psi trapping the mime’s head in a side headlock. Comme Ci is quick to break free and send Iota Psi rebounding for the ropes. On the return Iota Psi baseball slides through the legs of Comme Ci, trapping an arm through the mime’s legs and shifting gears immediately into a pumphandle belly to back suplex!
KO: Nice bridge there, Iota Psi with the pin!
It’s not even a one count before Comme Ci is kicking out and away towards the ropes, near where Francis Ford Cuppola is insisting that she needs to “mime up”, smacking his hands on the apron animatedly. Iota Psi is on Comme Ci before she can entirely regroup but finding herself swiftly kicked in the midsection by the fast-rising Mime who drops Iota Psi to the canvas with a bulldog into a triangle choke!
LO: That mime is no mere mime.
KO: Of course not. These mimes are trained combatants, worthy adversaries to anyone. Iota Psi had better have brought her A game here tonight.
The triangle choke is tight and firmly locked on. Iota Psi struggles but Comme Ci has other ideas, forcing both her and Iota to their feet where she swiftly delivers a sideswing suplex then kick flips up to a stand only to drop an elbow down hard for Iota Psi, but the Avengineer isn’t home to collect on that, swiftly rolling for the ropes where her partner, Brooklyn Light, is rooting for her. Comme Ci is on her feet and rushing for Iota Psi with a charging knee strike that strikes sure and home this time, driving Iota Psi to the canvas.
LO: You can only ever be just so fast. Iota Psi is a deft aerialist, but that mime is out for her head tonight.
Comme Ci, indeed, has Iota Psi up to her feet by one awkwardly twisted arm that she manipulates into another hammerlock, then driving the mad Tinker to her knees with a chicken wing that looks more painful the more pressure the mime applies.
LO: Iota Psi looks to be in trouble right now.
KO: That’s not just any type of pressure, that’s mime pressure.
LO: As if that made a difference. Those arms are tensed and clearly pained as Comme Ci drives a knee into Iota Psi’s spine.
The pressure certainly does look intense. Even Francis Ford Cuppola seems impressed, like he just realized his mime could wrestle. Iota Psi gathers her feet slowly beneath her, poised to mount a return, however, the Mime drives a hard knee into Iota’s spine once more that keeps ½ of Neo Tokyo on her knees. Satisfied, the mime drives Iota Psi face down to the canvas and locks on a camel clutch that has Iota Psi’s spine contorted painfully.
LO: Iota Psi is in tough now as Comme Ci works on hard on her spine.
KO: At this time, it’s hard to see if Iota Psi has a sufficient response to the Mime’s slow grind of submission tactics.
LO: According to the bio we have, Comme Ci, is a judoka, MMA specialist capable of wearing down even the most competent of competitors, and she is employing every ounce of knowledge she has to wearing down the South Korean Cyborg.
The look of pain on Iota Psi’s face is palpable to everyone in the crowd as the mime positively wrenches back on the neck of Iota Psi. But again, Iota Psi looks to gather her knees under her, having had enough of the pressure on her spine, the mime’s expression turns slowly to one of exaggerated shock as Iota Psi collects her knees beneath her and slowly drags herself up to a quasi seated position with the fans slowly getting on her side.
LO: Some life still left in Iota Psi!
KO: This has got to be the weirdest matchup Valor Pro has yet hosted. A mime versus a cyborg from the future.
LO: I’m sure it won’t be the last. Iota Psi is climbing slowly but surely to her feet and manages to flatten the mime under her with an electric chair drop!
It took a fair amount of energy to pull that off. Iota Psi looks pained as she crawls up to a seat. Comme Ci is as well, and both women are on their feet. Comme Ci rushes Iota Psi, catching her unawares but as Comme Ci aims a stiff-armed clothesline, Iota Psi rolls through it into an arm trap swinging suplex that turns the tables! The crowd pops as Iota Psi looks pops up to her feet looking suddenly and impressively full of zest running up the ropes into a sudden moonsault that halts Comme Ci’s attempt at getting up!
LO: A pin attempt by Iota PSi!
1…
2..
KO: The mime gets a shoulder up!
Iota Psi looks recharged and rejuvenated, dragging Comme Ci up to her feet and sending her for the turnbuckle and aiming to rush in with a splash after her only Comme Ci impressively dodges out of the corner in the nick of time with Iota Psi finding no one there. It’s some quick thinking that sees the Avengineer run up the corner, rebounding into a lightning fast striking side kick that topples the mime where she stands!
LO: Electrifying energy right there! Comme Ci has tried up till now to keep Iota Psi grounded, by the South Korean Cyborg is impossible to contain now.
KO: It took a few minutes, but this match is firmly in the hand of Iota Psi!
Standing next to the downed mime, Iota Psi pumps up the crowd before hitting an impressive standing moonsault pin combination!
1…
2…
KO: Another kick out by the French Mime Assassin!
LO: Iota Psi looked ready to put the match away right there. It’ll be interesting to see how this test of her resolve on the part of an increasingly resilient Comme Ci wears on Iota Psi.
It’s a brief moment of incredulity on the face of Iota Psi, but she remains calm and drags the mime to her feet only to get slammed in the mid section with a shoulder thrust that doubles Iota Psi over the Mime’s shoulder and turns into a ring-shaking spinebuster!
LO: Impressive strength there by the mime!
KO: I don’t think the fans, or anyone, was sure what to make of this match when it was announced. Pretty sure Iota Psi didn’t, either!
Comme Ci is back in this thing, looking every bit the fearsome competitor no one would expect from a Francis Ford Cuppola tag team as she furiously drags Iota Psi to her feet and lays into her with a series of stiff rights and lefts before throwing her towards the corner.
LO: Comme Ci back in control here! She follows Iota Psi into the corner and hits a running splash that has ½ of Neo Tokyo faltering!
KO: Not looking good!
Indeed, Iota Psi slumps and finds herself being struck by hard knee thrusts into the ribs and midsection by Comme Ci who is firmly taking back control of this match. Knife edge chops greet Iota Psi before the mime angrily whips her into the opposite corner and mimes a throat slash to the crowd!
LO: She’s had enough of Iota Psi!
Getting some room, the mime backs up and rushes, turning into a series of acrobatic handsprings and backflips heading toward a backelbow splash in the corner but Iota Psi lifts both knees at the last minute and the mime careens painfully into those knees, collapsing at Iota Psi’s feet!
KO: Stunning reversal! Iota Psi pulled deep down and turned the tables again!
LO: Francis Ford Cuppola is losing his mime on the outside! Comme Ci was about ready to put this match away!
KO: Is that a pun?
LO: Double entendre!
It takes a moment of catching her breath, Iota Psi propped up on the corner as Comme Ci stirs at her feet and slowly comes to her knees. The crowd is on its feet uncertain of who’s going to gain the upper hand here. Comme Ci, in a sudden burst of energy lunges for Iota Psi in the corner, but the Mad Tinkerer turns the tables once again, shifting Comme Ci into the corner and she goes to work thrusting some knees into the mimes midsection to stun her. Some chops and a back elbow before Iota Psi irish whips Comme Ci into the opposite corner with authority! The crowd is pumped as Iota Psi stalks toward her full of focus.
KO: Iota Psi is taking a firm hand here! My god there was some strength behind that toss!
LO: Iota Psi is here to start 2019 off right. She’s not taking Comme Ci lightly. Time and time again she has turned this fight in her favor and she has done it here once again! It’s hard to believe this is our opening match but it is!
KO: Far from jerking the curtains, these two have turned this thing into a five star match!
Iota Psi forces the stunned mime up the turnbuckle with the crowd firmly behind her. She climbs up onto the top rope with the stunned mime. With the crowd on its feet, Iota Psi flips backward with the C4/Spanish Fly she calls the CogNition and the crowd goes wild!
LO: Impressive! Iota Psi takes the cover!!
1…
2…
3!!!
KO: She did it! Iota Psi did it!
RA: And your winner…
“Neo Tokyo” by Scandroid starts in as Brooklyn Light slides into the ring to help her partner Iota Psi to her feet and raises her hand in victory.
RA: by pinfall… IOTA… PSI!!!
LO: An impressive, definitive win there by Iota Psi.
KO: Who would have thought some mime could wrestle like that?
LO: In the end, all the wrestling knowledge and skill in the world wouldn’t have overcome a determined Iota Psi here tonight.
KO: Absolutely. She just put Neo Tokyo in the driver’s seat to start of 2019 with an electrifying debut match.
Francis Ford Cuppola chugs a giant jug of maple syrup, looking inconsolable in the corner as Comme ci rolls under the ropes to join her tag team partner and management entourage outside. Together they make their way up the ramp as Iota Psi and Brooklyn Light celebrate in the ring.
LO: Huge victory for one team, and… well… I guess it’s time to regroup in Casa Cuppola for the other team.
KO: Would love to hear what the Mimes aren’t going to say about this loss next time we see them.
LO: They’re mimes, Ken. They don’t talk.
KO: That’s the joke, Laur.
LO: Touche. Let’s head backstage to see how some new kids on the block are preparing for their upcoming debut match!
Ring Announcer: Making her way to the ring accompanied by her tag team partner, Comme Ca, as well as the entourage of Francis Ford Cuppola, the Haus of Cuppola Haus of Creative Haus…
The ring announcer is reading off a card and having clear difficulty reading all the names and just gives up. It’s too much.
RA: A lot of words. Too many words for one name. Moving on. Hailing from the Mime Quarter of France… there is no Mime Quarter-- whatever… Her name is… COMME… CI!
And the train of ridiculous wrestling gimmicks makes its way down the ramp with Mister Mississagi handing out jugs of maple syrup to waiting fans at Mr. Cuppola’s direction.
LO: Why the hell is it Mimes? Why is this man obsessed with mimes?
KO: You have to appreciate Cuppola’s adherence to a theme.
Once inside the ring, Cuppola has a mic and looks extra smarmy. The crowd noise dies down slowly. Most of them are booing. Cuppola is poised and ready to let them know just what’s up.
Francis Ford Cuppola: As--
“Neo Tokyo” by Scandroid starts in and Francis is noticeably confused, still speaking to the ring announcer before they cut off his microphone.
FFC: Oh, I thought--
RA: And making her way to the ring accompanied by her tag team partner, Brooklyn Light. Hailing from the year Twenty Double X…. She is… one half of Neo Tokyo… IOTA… PSI!
There’s a crowd pop as Iota Psi strides down to the ring, but at this time, it’s not a name the crowd recognizes. Inside the ring, the collection of Cuppola’s entourage crowds one corner as Iota Psi and Brooklyn Light enter.
LO: Iota Psi, hailing from a not so distant future, has come to Valor Pro with her tag partner Brooklyn Light on a mission to put Neo Tokyo on the map and that begins here tonight.
KO: You’d be hard pressed to take a match like this seriously. Anyone would.
LO: But take it seriously, Iota Psi has. She is looking determined in there.
Indeed, most would be hard-pressed not to crack a smile if even only out of pity for Cuppola’s schtick, but Iota Psi looks like this is the biggest fight of her life. Stone-faced and ready, warming up with loose punches before the ref, Diego Santiego, clears the ring of only himself and the two competitors.
LO: And there goes the bell and we’re going to see which half of these two tag teams is going to start 2019 off with a win.
Iota Psi steals in for a collar and elbow tie-up, but Comme Ci rolls through the motion and locks on a hammerlock that immediately has Iota Psi wincing. Comme Ci steers Iota Psi around the ring before applying pressure and pressing into the backs of her knees to bring her to the canvas then transitions smoothly into a modified crossface. Cuppola is at the ring apron insisting Comme Ci needs to “mime harder”, whatever that means.
KO: Comme Ci taking control of this match early.
LO: But Iota Psi doesn’t look particularly ready to give in so easily.
A twist and readjustment on the part of Iota Psi sees her loosen out of the mime’s grasp and both women find themselves on their feet for another lock up, this time with Iota Psi trapping the mime’s head in a side headlock. Comme Ci is quick to break free and send Iota Psi rebounding for the ropes. On the return Iota Psi baseball slides through the legs of Comme Ci, trapping an arm through the mime’s legs and shifting gears immediately into a pumphandle belly to back suplex!
KO: Nice bridge there, Iota Psi with the pin!
It’s not even a one count before Comme Ci is kicking out and away towards the ropes, near where Francis Ford Cuppola is insisting that she needs to “mime up”, smacking his hands on the apron animatedly. Iota Psi is on Comme Ci before she can entirely regroup but finding herself swiftly kicked in the midsection by the fast-rising Mime who drops Iota Psi to the canvas with a bulldog into a triangle choke!
LO: That mime is no mere mime.
KO: Of course not. These mimes are trained combatants, worthy adversaries to anyone. Iota Psi had better have brought her A game here tonight.
The triangle choke is tight and firmly locked on. Iota Psi struggles but Comme Ci has other ideas, forcing both her and Iota to their feet where she swiftly delivers a sideswing suplex then kick flips up to a stand only to drop an elbow down hard for Iota Psi, but the Avengineer isn’t home to collect on that, swiftly rolling for the ropes where her partner, Brooklyn Light, is rooting for her. Comme Ci is on her feet and rushing for Iota Psi with a charging knee strike that strikes sure and home this time, driving Iota Psi to the canvas.
LO: You can only ever be just so fast. Iota Psi is a deft aerialist, but that mime is out for her head tonight.
Comme Ci, indeed, has Iota Psi up to her feet by one awkwardly twisted arm that she manipulates into another hammerlock, then driving the mad Tinker to her knees with a chicken wing that looks more painful the more pressure the mime applies.
LO: Iota Psi looks to be in trouble right now.
KO: That’s not just any type of pressure, that’s mime pressure.
LO: As if that made a difference. Those arms are tensed and clearly pained as Comme Ci drives a knee into Iota Psi’s spine.
The pressure certainly does look intense. Even Francis Ford Cuppola seems impressed, like he just realized his mime could wrestle. Iota Psi gathers her feet slowly beneath her, poised to mount a return, however, the Mime drives a hard knee into Iota’s spine once more that keeps ½ of Neo Tokyo on her knees. Satisfied, the mime drives Iota Psi face down to the canvas and locks on a camel clutch that has Iota Psi’s spine contorted painfully.
LO: Iota Psi is in tough now as Comme Ci works on hard on her spine.
KO: At this time, it’s hard to see if Iota Psi has a sufficient response to the Mime’s slow grind of submission tactics.
LO: According to the bio we have, Comme Ci, is a judoka, MMA specialist capable of wearing down even the most competent of competitors, and she is employing every ounce of knowledge she has to wearing down the South Korean Cyborg.
The look of pain on Iota Psi’s face is palpable to everyone in the crowd as the mime positively wrenches back on the neck of Iota Psi. But again, Iota Psi looks to gather her knees under her, having had enough of the pressure on her spine, the mime’s expression turns slowly to one of exaggerated shock as Iota Psi collects her knees beneath her and slowly drags herself up to a quasi seated position with the fans slowly getting on her side.
LO: Some life still left in Iota Psi!
KO: This has got to be the weirdest matchup Valor Pro has yet hosted. A mime versus a cyborg from the future.
LO: I’m sure it won’t be the last. Iota Psi is climbing slowly but surely to her feet and manages to flatten the mime under her with an electric chair drop!
It took a fair amount of energy to pull that off. Iota Psi looks pained as she crawls up to a seat. Comme Ci is as well, and both women are on their feet. Comme Ci rushes Iota Psi, catching her unawares but as Comme Ci aims a stiff-armed clothesline, Iota Psi rolls through it into an arm trap swinging suplex that turns the tables! The crowd pops as Iota Psi looks pops up to her feet looking suddenly and impressively full of zest running up the ropes into a sudden moonsault that halts Comme Ci’s attempt at getting up!
LO: A pin attempt by Iota PSi!
1…
2..
KO: The mime gets a shoulder up!
Iota Psi looks recharged and rejuvenated, dragging Comme Ci up to her feet and sending her for the turnbuckle and aiming to rush in with a splash after her only Comme Ci impressively dodges out of the corner in the nick of time with Iota Psi finding no one there. It’s some quick thinking that sees the Avengineer run up the corner, rebounding into a lightning fast striking side kick that topples the mime where she stands!
LO: Electrifying energy right there! Comme Ci has tried up till now to keep Iota Psi grounded, by the South Korean Cyborg is impossible to contain now.
KO: It took a few minutes, but this match is firmly in the hand of Iota Psi!
Standing next to the downed mime, Iota Psi pumps up the crowd before hitting an impressive standing moonsault pin combination!
1…
2…
KO: Another kick out by the French Mime Assassin!
LO: Iota Psi looked ready to put the match away right there. It’ll be interesting to see how this test of her resolve on the part of an increasingly resilient Comme Ci wears on Iota Psi.
It’s a brief moment of incredulity on the face of Iota Psi, but she remains calm and drags the mime to her feet only to get slammed in the mid section with a shoulder thrust that doubles Iota Psi over the Mime’s shoulder and turns into a ring-shaking spinebuster!
LO: Impressive strength there by the mime!
KO: I don’t think the fans, or anyone, was sure what to make of this match when it was announced. Pretty sure Iota Psi didn’t, either!
Comme Ci is back in this thing, looking every bit the fearsome competitor no one would expect from a Francis Ford Cuppola tag team as she furiously drags Iota Psi to her feet and lays into her with a series of stiff rights and lefts before throwing her towards the corner.
LO: Comme Ci back in control here! She follows Iota Psi into the corner and hits a running splash that has ½ of Neo Tokyo faltering!
KO: Not looking good!
Indeed, Iota Psi slumps and finds herself being struck by hard knee thrusts into the ribs and midsection by Comme Ci who is firmly taking back control of this match. Knife edge chops greet Iota Psi before the mime angrily whips her into the opposite corner and mimes a throat slash to the crowd!
LO: She’s had enough of Iota Psi!
Getting some room, the mime backs up and rushes, turning into a series of acrobatic handsprings and backflips heading toward a backelbow splash in the corner but Iota Psi lifts both knees at the last minute and the mime careens painfully into those knees, collapsing at Iota Psi’s feet!
KO: Stunning reversal! Iota Psi pulled deep down and turned the tables again!
LO: Francis Ford Cuppola is losing his mime on the outside! Comme Ci was about ready to put this match away!
KO: Is that a pun?
LO: Double entendre!
It takes a moment of catching her breath, Iota Psi propped up on the corner as Comme Ci stirs at her feet and slowly comes to her knees. The crowd is on its feet uncertain of who’s going to gain the upper hand here. Comme Ci, in a sudden burst of energy lunges for Iota Psi in the corner, but the Mad Tinkerer turns the tables once again, shifting Comme Ci into the corner and she goes to work thrusting some knees into the mimes midsection to stun her. Some chops and a back elbow before Iota Psi irish whips Comme Ci into the opposite corner with authority! The crowd is pumped as Iota Psi stalks toward her full of focus.
KO: Iota Psi is taking a firm hand here! My god there was some strength behind that toss!
LO: Iota Psi is here to start 2019 off right. She’s not taking Comme Ci lightly. Time and time again she has turned this fight in her favor and she has done it here once again! It’s hard to believe this is our opening match but it is!
KO: Far from jerking the curtains, these two have turned this thing into a five star match!
Iota Psi forces the stunned mime up the turnbuckle with the crowd firmly behind her. She climbs up onto the top rope with the stunned mime. With the crowd on its feet, Iota Psi flips backward with the C4/Spanish Fly she calls the CogNition and the crowd goes wild!
LO: Impressive! Iota Psi takes the cover!!
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KO: She did it! Iota Psi did it!
RA: And your winner…
“Neo Tokyo” by Scandroid starts in as Brooklyn Light slides into the ring to help her partner Iota Psi to her feet and raises her hand in victory.
RA: by pinfall… IOTA… PSI!!!
LO: An impressive, definitive win there by Iota Psi.
KO: Who would have thought some mime could wrestle like that?
LO: In the end, all the wrestling knowledge and skill in the world wouldn’t have overcome a determined Iota Psi here tonight.
KO: Absolutely. She just put Neo Tokyo in the driver’s seat to start of 2019 with an electrifying debut match.
Francis Ford Cuppola chugs a giant jug of maple syrup, looking inconsolable in the corner as Comme ci rolls under the ropes to join her tag team partner and management entourage outside. Together they make their way up the ramp as Iota Psi and Brooklyn Light celebrate in the ring.
LO: Huge victory for one team, and… well… I guess it’s time to regroup in Casa Cuppola for the other team.
KO: Would love to hear what the Mimes aren’t going to say about this loss next time we see them.
LO: They’re mimes, Ken. They don’t talk.
KO: That’s the joke, Laur.
LO: Touche. Let’s head backstage to see how some new kids on the block are preparing for their upcoming debut match!
The cameras cut to the catering area where the young Fallon Lockhart is sitting in the far corner of the room, she has the chair turned backwards and a pile of candy on an open serviette before her, she’s slowly picking through and selecting her favorite pieces to eat, one by one. Dressed in a skellicorn hoodie over her ring gear, she has the hood pulled up and the little horn atop the hood wiggles from side to side as she looks up to the camera with a smile.
Fallon: I wanted to start off by like, sayin sorry to my fans… my last tape I kinda lost my cool a lil bit, n I wanna be clear, I ain’t sorry for standin up for myself n I ain’t sorry I said what I did, but I AM sorry that I didn’t do it with more control… Nova is everything I said n more n the fact that he didn’t even take the time to apologise or back up his words rly just says it all… Fallon picks up another piece of candy and chews on it happily for a moment, nodding her head as she does.
Fallon: I won’t waste no more time talkin bout him cause honestly, he ain’t even deserve the attention he got. Now Danny… see, u seem real nice n all n it’s great to have an opponent who is just as happy to be here as I am. But I said somethin that kinda bothered me, u said, if I thought u couldn’t do this. Like I said to u on twitter, I never thought that. I can’t pretend to know how to predict an outcome of this match, n like I said before, u got every reason to wanna be here n wanna win this… n maybe that’ll be enough, maybe it won’t.
She shrugs and picks up a third piece of candy, rolling it about in her fingers.
Fallon: All I know is, I’m gonna go out there n I’m gonna give it my all. As a champion, as a competitor n as a representative for SO many people. See, I never expected to grow this quick, never expected to get the followin that I have, everywhere I go, people wanna take my picture, or get my autograph n it’s freakin crazy to me… I honestly never thought I’d have the followin that I do. n there’s a reason I call my fans, Fallon’s Friends. It’s cause I honestly believe it, every person who comes to my matches, who cheers my name, who buys my shirts, they’re my friends, they’re the people I’m doin this for… so, Danny, when u say u got a reason to win this, don’t go forgetting that so do I, n Fallon’s friends? They’re just one of them reasons.
Finally standing up, she sweeps the candy into her pockets and gives the camera a huge smile.
Fallon: We got an opportunity tonite, to make a mark, n make sure all those Valor fans know who we are from day one. Now, I can’t go pretending that I know what that means to all of u guys, but to me, it means a whole lot. So I, for one, am gonna go out there… kick some butt;
n not fall on mine.
Elsewhere, the camera cuts to another part of the backstage area. With his head down, Danny Rizzo bounces on his toes, shaking his arms out at his sides as he spoke softly to himself, barely above a whisper and imperceptible to the viewing audience. This is a big moment for him, his first ever match for any wrestling company, and the challenge that is before him is an immense one if he is going to leave Stockholm with a victory under his belt. After taking a few steadying breaths, Danny looked up to find a camera crew focused entirely on him.
DR: “I wish all of you could stand in my shoes right now and feel exactly what I’m feeling”
Naturally, his arms bent at the elbows as he continued to bounce on his toes, throwing a few shadow punches to try and loosen himself up a little bit more before finally settling and coming to a stand still.
DR: “I mean, honestly, I’ve never felt anything like this before. I don’t know if you can hear it or not, but there’s a buzz out there. An energy that is indescribable and I know it comes from each and every one of you. You guys take your hard earned money and you spend it on tickets, and concessions, and merchandise. And I know you’re all excited for the show tonight. Some of you have been waiting weeks for this day to roll around. So, like I said, I wish you could all experience what it feels like from my side of things. Because as excited as you are to watch people like Brennan Devlin, Davy Blossom, Cosmo Cooper, Fallon Lockhart and maybe even a few of you are excited to see me. I promise you that I am even more excited to be able to go out there and do what I love for all of you.”
He offers a genuine smile to the camera, nodding his appreciation to all the fans in attendance and all who were watching the live stream.
DR: “We’re in this together, you know, you and I. I’ve been in your shoes. I’ve sat in seats just like the ones you guys out there in the arena are sitting in. I’ve been on the couch at home with a drink in my hand and popcorn on the table before me, just itching to see my favorite superstars compete. I mean, hell, the reality of all of this is that I am one of you. So when I walk out through that curtain tonight…”
Turning, he pointed toward the curtain that he was talking about that was just a few feet away from him.
DR: “And I walk down to that ring, and climb in between those ropes.”
Once again he looked back in the direction of the camera.
DR: “It’s not just me getting into that ring. But each and every one of you are getting in there with me. Because I’m doing this for you. I’m fighting for you. For everyone who has ever even thought about maybe, someday, being able to do this. I’m doing this for you. And if I win, I’m going to share that win with all of you. And if I lose, well it’s your support. Your cheers. Your high fives. It’s all of those things that will help pick me back up and get me focused on the next one. We’re in this together, you and I…”
The unwavering smile returned to his face.
DR: “So tonight, let’s rise. Together.”
Without another word, Danny dipped behind the curtain, more than ready for the fight that awaited him in the ring in just a few short moments.
DR: “I wish all of you could stand in my shoes right now and feel exactly what I’m feeling”
Naturally, his arms bent at the elbows as he continued to bounce on his toes, throwing a few shadow punches to try and loosen himself up a little bit more before finally settling and coming to a stand still.
DR: “I mean, honestly, I’ve never felt anything like this before. I don’t know if you can hear it or not, but there’s a buzz out there. An energy that is indescribable and I know it comes from each and every one of you. You guys take your hard earned money and you spend it on tickets, and concessions, and merchandise. And I know you’re all excited for the show tonight. Some of you have been waiting weeks for this day to roll around. So, like I said, I wish you could all experience what it feels like from my side of things. Because as excited as you are to watch people like Brennan Devlin, Davy Blossom, Cosmo Cooper, Fallon Lockhart and maybe even a few of you are excited to see me. I promise you that I am even more excited to be able to go out there and do what I love for all of you.”
He offers a genuine smile to the camera, nodding his appreciation to all the fans in attendance and all who were watching the live stream.
DR: “We’re in this together, you know, you and I. I’ve been in your shoes. I’ve sat in seats just like the ones you guys out there in the arena are sitting in. I’ve been on the couch at home with a drink in my hand and popcorn on the table before me, just itching to see my favorite superstars compete. I mean, hell, the reality of all of this is that I am one of you. So when I walk out through that curtain tonight…”
Turning, he pointed toward the curtain that he was talking about that was just a few feet away from him.
DR: “And I walk down to that ring, and climb in between those ropes.”
Once again he looked back in the direction of the camera.
DR: “It’s not just me getting into that ring. But each and every one of you are getting in there with me. Because I’m doing this for you. I’m fighting for you. For everyone who has ever even thought about maybe, someday, being able to do this. I’m doing this for you. And if I win, I’m going to share that win with all of you. And if I lose, well it’s your support. Your cheers. Your high fives. It’s all of those things that will help pick me back up and get me focused on the next one. We’re in this together, you and I…”
The unwavering smile returned to his face.
DR: “So tonight, let’s rise. Together.”
Without another word, Danny dipped behind the curtain, more than ready for the fight that awaited him in the ring in just a few short moments.
{New Kids On The Block Fatal Four Way}
LO: Back to back, two newcomers both excited to be here, Ken. The fans are already drawn to the youthful energy of Fallon Lockhart, and Danny Rizzo.
KO: Yeah. That dude needs to rub one out or something before he gets out here. He's about to pop a blood vessel or something!
LO: Whatever! Just because he's excited about his first match ever doesn't mean that he doesn't know what he's doing, but I will say he'll be in some stiff competition here tonight.
KO: Him and Allison Sullivan, both, as she hasn't really competed much either. I wonder what NovaCaine thinks about all of this. You know, he's been all over the place and then some....back in the late 90's that is.
LO: I don't know, maybe you can ask him, cause Generic Ring Announcer looks ready to start his one up!
Ring Announcer: The following contest is the New Kids On The Block Fatal Four Way and is scheduled for one fall or submission!
The electronic sounds of 'Lionhearted' by Porter Robinson ft. Urban Cone reverberate through the arena, and the lights start flashing along with the beat. Smoke fills the entrance way, and Fallon Lockhart skips out onto the stage to a loud ovation from the crowd. She regards the fans with a sweet smile, pausing at the top of the ramp to take in the capacity crowd with hands on hips. She nods in amazement just before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands as she goes.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, making her way to the ring standing at four foot ten and weighing in at 115 pounds, hailing from Miami, Florida....she is 'The Skellicorn' FALLON LOCKHAARRTTT!!
When Fallon reaches ringside she stutter steps and slides into the ring, popping up in the center and spinning around several times before rushing a corner and quickly bounds up to the top with a wide happy grin. The fans return the infectious positivity with some of their own in the form of adulation.
LO: Fallon Lockhart with a fan base already locked firmly in here at Valor Pro wrestling, but I am a little concerned about the obvious size advantage that the other superstars on the roster have over the young lady.
KO: Oh, don't worry, Laur. She's just fun sized. Hell, even I want to gobble her up...
Kenneth Othello leers at the newcomer while Laurence shakes his head, but they don't have much time to think further on the matter before 'Pump It Up' by Joe Budden hits over the PA System. Allison Sullivan bursts through the curtain, confidently walking to the top of the ramp where she stops and flicks her blonde locks at the Swedish crowd. They immediately start to boo as she rolls her eyes, twisting her hips and patting her yawning mouth in mock boredom.
Ring Announcer: And introducing her first opponent, standing at five foot four and weighing in at 120 pounds, hailing from Beverly Hills, California....this is 'The New Age Sensation' ALLISON SULLIVANNNNN!!
Allison more struts down to the ring rather than walk, pausing every so often to regard a member of the crowd with a non-impressed glance. Finally, she reaches ringside and she climbs the steps, pausing on the apron to wipe her feet. She slips one leg through the middle and bottom rope, slowly bending down before pushing on through to the interior of the ring. She smiles putting both fists in the air as she walks right to the opposite ropes, popping her hips just before dropping her arms to her side and backing into a neutral corner. She points over at Fallon and chuckles, shaking her head in amusement and using her hand to gesture with a 'shewing' motion.
LO: Well Allison Sullivan seems sure of herself out here for this to be one of her first major bouts in any company of merit.
KO: Yeah, but I kind of like it. That bitchy demeanor of hers is hot!
LO: Good Lord, could you please try and focus on the wrestling instead of making a pig of yourself?
KO: I'll get back to you on that, Brother-of-Mine!
The opening drums of 'A Warrior's Call' by Volbeat strikes across the capacity crowd and they all turn back to the stage to see Danny Rizzo rip through the curtain right at "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!" He takes to one side of the stage jumping up and down, and then to the other, pumping a fist as the song breaks into 'Fight, Fight, Fight'. He finally comes to a stop at the top of the ramp, points down at the ring, and shakes his head excitedly before taking off into a sprint.
Ring Announcer: And making his way to the ring, standing at five foot eleven and 202 pounds, hailing from Dayton, Ohio.....This Is DANNY RIZZZOOOO!!
Before the announcement even has a chance to end Danny has slid right into the ring, rushing a neutral corner and taking the second turnbuckle while beating his chest and letting out a warrior yell. The fans, not sure what to make of the young man give a mixed reaction, but mostly positive. He runs his hands through his hair with a green-as-grass grin, and drops down to face his opponents, one clapping reassuringly and the other one shaking her head in disgust.
LO: This will be Danny Rizzo's first match ever, and you have to wonder what kind of butterflies are going on in this young kid from the River Valley!
KO: You remember your first match like you remember your first lay, Laur, and I've got odds this kid pukes out here before it's over with.
LO: I don't know, Ken. He just looks excited to be here, and after getting to rub shoulders with stars like Vannah White, who just a short time ago was in his same shoes, he's probably flying on high.
KO: You might be right. It'll be the last participant in this match that may be the one throwing up considering the cheap swill he's been drinking lately. I guess that's what happens when the IRS takes your life.
The gentle thrum of 'Black Holes' by The Blue Stones comes across the speakers, and the fans in the arena all come to their feet to see the former legend resurface to relevance. No flashy lights or smoke, and NovaCaine steps out onto the stage, a casual look on his weathered face, black trunks, boots, adorning a well muscled body. He stares down at the ring, his eyebrow raising slightly along with the corner of his lip. He coolly looks out at the mixed reaction he's receiving and chuckles before starting his way down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And making his way to the ring, standing at six foot three and weighing in at 225 pounds, he hails from the City of Lost Angels, Lost Angeles, California.....He is 'The Cancer of Wrestling', 'Your Moms Favorite Wrestler', NOVA...CAINNNEEE!!
Nova reaches ringside and continues to chuckle a bit, a fan at ringside holding up a sign that says, "MY MOM LOVES NOVACAINE". He climbs the steps slowly to the apron, cleaning his boots on the ring skirt before stepping into the ring. He leans back in the only unoccupied corner, taking a moment to look at each of his opponents before shaking his head in disbelief. He shrugs with a final chuckle, running his hand across his face with a shrug as if to say, 'Alright, I guess'.
LO: NovaCaine seems amused by being put in this match up. Maybe he thinks he deserves better considering he used to be somebody.
KO: Well, Laur, the bottom line is the guy does deserve more. Cosmo Cooper and Brennan Devlin may be duking it out to find out who is the legend of today, but this guy has already achieved that. He's been on T-shirts, sportswear commercials, and lunch boxes. He already knows how to get it done, but the question is if he still can, and I'm ready to find that out here tonight.
LO: Couldn't agree more, Ken, and we're about to as there goes the bell!
Santiago signals that the competitors are good to go, and then he does his best to find a spot in the ring where he'll be out of the way. Everyone regards one another for a moment from their corners like a Mexican stand off. Finally, NovaCaine gives Fallon Lockhart a wink, just before he rushes right for Danny Rizzo whose surprised expression tells the tale. He nails the rookie with a knee right to the gut, and traps him in the corner with right hands the rock the kid hard. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Allison Sullivan takes a cue from Nova, running in on Fallon Lockhart. Fallon, having more than a few matches under her belt, ducks her head as Allison comes in and sends her hurtling right up and over the top rope. Or at least she would have, if Allison hadn't managed to grab the top rope, twisting around so that she lands safely on the ring apron. Fallon doesn't even turn to look back, instead falling into a Pele kick that sends Sullivan hurtling to the concrete below.
LO: Allison Sullivan just took a nasty spill there thanks to Fallon Lockhart, and Good God! Danny Rizzo is getting taken to school by NovaCaine, who has beat the guy down all the way to a seated position!
KO: Yeah, but he's helping him back up, and he just got a handful of tights and the back of the kids head, and sent him soaring through the ropes to the unforgiving floor!
LO: And look at this, Ken.....the two most seasoned wrestlers are left in the ring to stare across at each other, and NovaCaine does not look to have the most honorable intentions!
Caine stares at Fallon with wicked grin, and he steps to the center of the ring before licking his lips and smooching the air in her direction. The nervous look she had previously given him fades into one of determination, and she snarls just before going into motion. Nova goes for a clothesline, but she ducks it readily, and when he turns back around he's caught right in the face with another Pele Kick from the Skellicorn. The move doesn't take him off his feet, rather sends him stumbling back into the corner she was just occupying. Fallon comes rushing in with a shoulder thrust that catches him right in the gut, and he looks a little surprised just before she nails him again. With a quick step back into a back hand spring, she's now in the center of the ring and rushes in for a third thrust that appears to knock the wind right out of him. He shoves her away, pulling himself out to the center of the ropes to create some distance, but when he turns around he has just enough time to see her springboard off the second ropes and twist in mid air to catch him right in the chest with a dropkick. He finds himself tumbling right up and over the top rope where he somehow lands on his feet clutching his chest.
LO: GOOD GOD! This girl is as quick as a hiccup, and she's already scaling to the top turnbuckle....AND OH! High Cross Body finally takes NovaCaine off his feet to the concrete floor!
KO: Yeah, and Fallon just bounced up to a rallying cry from this crowd, and she's already back on the apron, begging for Caine to get back to his feet!
Caine gingerly obliges, obviously shaken, and just when he lifts his head to get back in the game, Lockhart comes rushing across the ring apron to fly off into a running senton. Or at least it would have been if Nova hadn't caught her in midair and turned it into a sickening powerbomb straight down to the concrete. The fans gasp in shock as Caine comes up, wiping his hand across his nose and mouth where Fallon's boots had landed. Gone is the look of amusement, replaced by a vicious expression as he reaches down and yanks the much smaller woman to her feet by her hair. He points at the ring post and the fans begin to boo as he talks some shit, dragging her in that direction.
LO: Fallon Lockhart is in some real trouble as NovaCaine manhandles her over the corner. He winds her up, and OH! DANNY RIZZO OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SPEAR TO CAINE! He's mounted him and is now returning that beating from earlier!
KO: Yeah, but here comes Allison Sullivan and Rizzo doesn't see her. She gets a running go, and OH! SNAPMARE NECK BREAKER JUST BROUGHT DANNY'S FACE CRASHING RIGHT DOWN INTO CAINE'S!
Both men clutch at their noses as Sullivan pops up to her feet, furious. She stalks right past them, grabs Fallon who has just made it back to her feet, and shoots her under the bottom rope back into the ring. Sullivan doesn't follow her in, however, deciding to hop up to the apron instead, and starts her way up the turnbuckles of the nearest corner. She perches on the top as Fallon struggles to her feet, clutching the back of her head that smacked the concrete thanks to the powerbomb by Caine. Just as she turns in Sullivan's direction, the New Age Sensation takes flight, catching Fallon right in the face with an awesome spin wheel kick from the top!
LO: Massive impact from Sullivan to Fallon, who now goes for a cover...
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KO: Thr-KICK OUT! Lockhart out at a count of two, and Sullivan is up and backed into a corner.....she's signaling for the woman to get back to her feet, and Fallon is slowly trying to comply...
LO: Fallon about halfway up now, and Sullivan takes of in a running go....OH! SHINING WIZARD TAKES HER HEAD OFF!
KO: I believe that she calls that the 'Night, Night', and for good reason. I think Fallon Lockhart is out in the middle of the ring, and Sullivan going for a cover to end this thing!
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THREe-Danny Rizzo appears from out of nowhere, just plowing into Sullivan to break up the pin. Sullivan quickly gets to her feet but is booted in her gut by Rizzo which bends her over. He grabs one of her arms and feeds it through her legs, and then swiftly lifts her up and slams her hard to the canvas with a ring rattling pump handle slam. Rizzo pops up with a wide eyed expression and the fans begin to cheer the rookie as he pumps himself up for the crowd. He brings his focus back to Sullivan as she slowly begins to rise, and takes off for the ropes behind her for some spring. Just as he's bouncing back she gets to her full height, looking around for her assailant only to be surprised as he sprints past her, grabbing her by the back of the head as he goes, and then leaving his feet to slam her face off the mat. The impact thrusts her onto her back, and she clutches at her face as Rizzo comes up once more, excitedly pointing towards a corner.
KO: This kids got some momentum going his way, but he better calm it down some and get to business, cause these competitors aren't going to stay down for long.
LO: Danny Rizzo is making his way out onto the apron, and scaling the turnbuckles quickly....perched on the top and pausing to do a little showboating. I think you're right, Ken, he's wasting too much time taking in this live crowd for the first time.
KO: And Look! He doesn't even see Nova...Caine just leaped up onto the apron, and SHOVED THE KID RIGHT OFF THE TOP TO GO CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!!!
LO: Good God! And now he's back in the ring, waiting on Lockhart and Sullivan to get back to their feet...AND RUNS THEM RIGHT OVER WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!
KO: This is prime time, Laur. He's got complete control of this match like any veteran would, and he's looking to keep it that way!
Nova reaches down and pulls Fallon up to her feet to a chorus of boos from the fans, and he viciously hooks her around the head and takes her back down to the mat with a snap suplex. He's immediately back up, pulling Sullivan up to do the exact same thing. With both women down at his feet, Nova turns his attention to the crowd, talking shit among a visceral reaction to his show boating. Finally, he pulls Lockhart to her feet, pushing her over in the corner and marking her with measured right hands that leaves her slumping against the middle turnbuckle. He turns his attention back to Sullivan, who is trying to get to her feet, and he takes her by the wrist and whips her hard towards that same corner. Sullivan crashes into Lockhart, but it's Allison who is sent stumbling backwards right into a roll up pin attempt from NovaCaine.
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LO: Fallon Lockhart manages out of the corner long enough to kick NovaCaine in the back of the head to break up that count, but the man's back on his feet and just levels the woman with a right hand! These fans sure don't seem to appreciate the ring general's approach to business.
KO: Oh, what do they know? They are about as fickle as they come, and quite frankly he's doing exactly what he should be doing in this match. It's called dominating, Laur.
LO: Be that as it may, He's pulled Fallon back up and is really talking some smack to her before shoving her back in the corner.
Caine slips his head under Fallon's arm, and lifts her up so that she is now sitting on the top turnbuckle. He grins up at the dazed woman, reaching up and slapping her in the face a few times to show the Swedish crowd whose in control and to add insult to injury. He steps up to the top rope and hooks her around the head, obviously attempting a superplex, but Fallon hooks her leg through the turnbuckles, preventing him from pulling her over. Suddenly Danny Rizzo is in the ring, and he slips his head between NovaCaine's legs in powerbomb position, and when he pulls, Fallon goes with them, transitioning from suplex to cross body as Rizzo completes the powerbomb resulting in Caine striking the canvas hard with added weight of Fallon creating a pinning situation. The fans go electric!
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LO: Thre-Rizzo is there to break up that pin, and he pulls Fallon up to her feet and tosses her right out of the ring and drops down onto Caine for a pin of his own!
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KO: THREe-ALLISON SULLIVAN WITH AN ELBOW DROP RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF DANNY'S SKULL! Man, the rookie almost pulled this one out!
LO: Yeah, but he's being nailed by vicious forearm blows from Sullivan, and she has him knocked all the way into the ropes. Takes him by the wrist and whips him to the other side....On his way back now, and she goes for a drop kick But He Swats It Away! Sullivan up quickly, but Rizzo grabs her behind in a waist lock and delivers a BEAUTIFUL German Suplex into a bridge!
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THRE-NovaCaine doesn't launch himself, rather spinning so that both feet are pointed in their direction, and mule kicks Rizzo right in the skull to break up the pin. Rizzo comes up clutching the side of his head, and Caine suddenly kips up to his feet and rushes the youngster with a flying leg lariat that sends him crashing hard to the mat. Rizzo rolls to the edge of the ropes as Caine comes back up, seemingly in control. That is, until Allison Sullivan comes in from behind him, hooking his arm as she goes and floating out in front of him while hooking his head for a massive DDT that spikes his skull off the canvas. She moves to go for the pin, but notices Rizzo already pulling himself up to his feet by use of the ropes, so she rushes for him instead with a clothesline that sends him up and over to the floor below. She turns back to try and put Caine away, but to her surprise Fallon Lockhart is back in the ring coming right for her, and she's caught with double knee's to the chest that send her right up and over much the same.
LO: This action is fast and intense, and Fallon Lockhart is surveying the damage to Rizzo and Sullivan who are writhing on the concrete floor below. She turns around just in time to see that NovaCaine is back on his feet, and here he comes with a head full of steam....
KO: AND IS SENT RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE BY A BACK BODY DROP BY FALLON!
LO: All three competitors on the outside are struggling to their feet, but don't take your eyes off of Fallon Lockhart as she hit's off the opposite ropes for spring, and DIVES OVER THE TOP INTO A SOMERSAULT SPLANCHA THAT WIPES OUT EVERYONE!!
The fans are on their feet as all four participants are laid out at ringside, and even Santiago makes his way to the floor to check on each individual. It's Allison Sullivan who makes it to her feet first, using the apron to help her up, and slowly rolling into the ring. She's followed soon after by Fallon Lockhart, who as soon as shes in the ring, falls back into one of the corners to prop her up. She looks across the canvas to where Sullivan has just regained her feet, and nods in that direction as she tears out of the corner. Sullivan hears her coming, and much to the surprise of Fallon, catches her around the head as she runs in, using her momentum to run right up the turnbuckles, and soar back into the ring with control of Fallon's skull to slam her off the mat with a cutter.
LO: SLICED BREAD #2 FROM SULLIVAN TO LOCKHART!
KO: I believe she calls that maneuver Teenage Crush, and it. Is. Devastating!
LO: Sullivan crawling over to go for the cover!
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THREe-NO! Allison is suddenly yanked to the outside under the bottom rope by the veteran, NovaCaine, who gets a fistfull of hair and a hand full of tights, and sends her careening into the steel steps. The top of her head and shoulders crash into the unforgiving metal with such force that it actually dislodges the top portion from the bottom, leaving her laying in a heap like the victim of a car crash.
LO: GOOD GOD! Novacaine may have just seriously injured Allison Sullivan, and now he's rolling back inside to try and steal her pin over Fallon!
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KO: THREe-NO! Fallon able to get out after a LONG two count, and Nova looks pissed. I think he just wants this thing to be over so he can get back to his women and boo's.
NovaCaine stares around the ring for a moment, looking for an answer, and it's obvious when the light bulb goes off because a sadistic smile stretches over his face. He quickly approaches the ropes and floats through them to the floor, flipping the ring apron up, and searching for something under the ring. He eventually finds what he's looking for, and when he stands back up, in his hand is a black steel folding chair.
KO: OH BOY! NovaCaine just found the great equalizer, and he's coming back into the ring to take care of business!
LO: That's a shame, but you can't be disqualified in a Fatal-4-Way, although Santiago is trying to get Caine to have second thoughts.
Nova simply sidesteps the referee, coming to stand over Fallon's prone body. He lifts the chair high above his head, and just when he's about to let her have it, Danny Rizzo appears out of nowhere behind him, grabbing the chair and yanking it right out of his hands. Caine slowly turns to confront the culprit that just stole his weapon, and Danny Rizzo is standing there defiantly, shaking his head 'No' and tossing the chair off to the side. Caine snarls as he rushes forward, but Rizzo ducks the clothesline attempt, and Caine follows through to bounce off the ropes. When he comes back, Rizzo is waiting for him, nailing him with a brutal Kinshasa Knee that takes Nova's head off. Rizzo quickly scrambles to go for the cover.
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THREe-CRACK! The thunderous sound of steel meeting flesh rings throughout the arena, and the fans all gasp as Allison Sullivan, huge bruise forming on her forehead and all, winds up to nail Rizzo again with the chair. CRACK! Rizzo looks like he's been hit with a taser, arm coiled back, spine contorted as he rolls to get away from his attacker. Sullivan smirks as the boo's are forthcoming, and she shrugs, turning her attention back to the man who had tried to take her out mere moments ago with the steps. NovaCaine is woozy from the Kinshasa, and is slow to rise, but when he's finally upright, he's sent crashing back to the mat with an overhead swing from the chair that catches him right on top of the skull. Nova clutches at his head as he rolls for the safety of the rope, misjudging due to the pain, and dumping right out to the concrete floor.
LO: GOOD GOD SHE'S LETHAL! I'm betting that right now NovaCaine wishes he had never introduced that object into this match!
KO: No doubt, but look....she's only got one more victim here, and Fallon is finally making it up to her feet after that nasty Teenage Crush from Sullivan...
LO: Here comes Allison for a swing of the chair, BUT LOCKHART DUCKED! Sullivan spins around, and SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK CATCHES THE CHAIR AND SENDS IT SMASHING INTO SULLIVAN'S FACE!
KO: Lockhart is making her way to the apron, and is starting a climb to the top....WAIT A MINUTE! RIZZO JUST ROLLED OVER THERE AND DRAPED HIS ARM OVER SULLIVAN!
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Fallon takes flight to try and break it up.
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Lockhart crashes into Danny Rizzo to break up the pin, but when she manages to look up she see's Santiago calling for the bell. Rizzo lays there dazedly, breathing heavily and staring up at the lights as Fallon strikes the mat in frustration, realizing what happened. NovaCaine gets up to his feet on the outside, reaching up to wipe away a trickle of blood from the chair shot he took, and looks shocked when he hears the bell sound.
Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall, DANNYYY RIZZZZOOOO!!
LO: Shocking upset in this one, as everyone figured it would be NovaCaine, or at least Lockhart that picked up the victory, but No! It was one of the rookies, in their very first match ever!
KO: I can't believe it....and I mean, just by a second too, Laur. I thought Fallon had broke it up, but Santiago claims his hand hit the mat for three.
LO: Well, I can tell you this, no one in this match has anything to feel sorry about. They gave it their all, and the fact that they were all debuting on Valor Pro for the first time, and two of them hadn't even ever been in a match, they really impressed me here tonight.
KO: Yeah, regardless of outcome, I think it's safe to say that NovaCaine still has it. I like Allison Sullivan's willingness to do anything, and Fallon Lockhart's proved she's got fangs. Her speed and ability to take flight is off the chain!
LO: Save the best for last, Danny Rizzo, the winner of this match showed some class when he tried to prevent the steel chair from being used. The fact that he's the one who pulled off the victory here more than proves that you can stay within the rules and still be rewarded!
KO: Yeah, Jury's still out on that one, Laur.
Sullivan has managed to roll out of the ring, wincing as she checks her bruising forehead, and looking irritated as she makes her way towards the ramp. NovaCaine has already made it to the curtain, and he looks back in disgust before slipping through to the back. In the ring, Danny has just now got to his feet, and Fallon still sits on her knee's, staring at the spot where she thought she had things in hand. Rizzo is woozy, but ecstatic, and looks like someone whose just won the Olympics. He takes a turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air with a wide grin on his face, and the fans actually respond in cheers, giving the kid his due. He drops down from the turnbuckle, and turns to celebrate on the opposite side, but finds Fallon Lockhart standing in his way. She stares at the man for a few moments, more in wonder than disappointment, but eventually nods her head and offers him a smile before extending her hand.
LO: A show of sportsmanship here from Fallon Lockhart, who in recent weeks commented on her excitement for Danny Rizzo's debut here tonight. She really does have a heart of gold, and it's great to see that in this day and age.
KO: Whatever. I hope she's suckering him in for a low blow!
The fans cheer wildly as Danny steps to the center of the ring to join Fallon, staring down at her hand with a serious expression. Finally, he looks up with a huge grin on his face, and nods, taking her hand and shaking it a little too excitedly. Fallon just laughs, clasping him on the shoulder as she exits the ring so he can continue his celebration. The fans continue to cheers as the scene fades to the back.
KO: Yeah. That dude needs to rub one out or something before he gets out here. He's about to pop a blood vessel or something!
LO: Whatever! Just because he's excited about his first match ever doesn't mean that he doesn't know what he's doing, but I will say he'll be in some stiff competition here tonight.
KO: Him and Allison Sullivan, both, as she hasn't really competed much either. I wonder what NovaCaine thinks about all of this. You know, he's been all over the place and then some....back in the late 90's that is.
LO: I don't know, maybe you can ask him, cause Generic Ring Announcer looks ready to start his one up!
Ring Announcer: The following contest is the New Kids On The Block Fatal Four Way and is scheduled for one fall or submission!
The electronic sounds of 'Lionhearted' by Porter Robinson ft. Urban Cone reverberate through the arena, and the lights start flashing along with the beat. Smoke fills the entrance way, and Fallon Lockhart skips out onto the stage to a loud ovation from the crowd. She regards the fans with a sweet smile, pausing at the top of the ramp to take in the capacity crowd with hands on hips. She nods in amazement just before making her way down to the ring, slapping hands as she goes.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, making her way to the ring standing at four foot ten and weighing in at 115 pounds, hailing from Miami, Florida....she is 'The Skellicorn' FALLON LOCKHAARRTTT!!
When Fallon reaches ringside she stutter steps and slides into the ring, popping up in the center and spinning around several times before rushing a corner and quickly bounds up to the top with a wide happy grin. The fans return the infectious positivity with some of their own in the form of adulation.
LO: Fallon Lockhart with a fan base already locked firmly in here at Valor Pro wrestling, but I am a little concerned about the obvious size advantage that the other superstars on the roster have over the young lady.
KO: Oh, don't worry, Laur. She's just fun sized. Hell, even I want to gobble her up...
Kenneth Othello leers at the newcomer while Laurence shakes his head, but they don't have much time to think further on the matter before 'Pump It Up' by Joe Budden hits over the PA System. Allison Sullivan bursts through the curtain, confidently walking to the top of the ramp where she stops and flicks her blonde locks at the Swedish crowd. They immediately start to boo as she rolls her eyes, twisting her hips and patting her yawning mouth in mock boredom.
Ring Announcer: And introducing her first opponent, standing at five foot four and weighing in at 120 pounds, hailing from Beverly Hills, California....this is 'The New Age Sensation' ALLISON SULLIVANNNNN!!
Allison more struts down to the ring rather than walk, pausing every so often to regard a member of the crowd with a non-impressed glance. Finally, she reaches ringside and she climbs the steps, pausing on the apron to wipe her feet. She slips one leg through the middle and bottom rope, slowly bending down before pushing on through to the interior of the ring. She smiles putting both fists in the air as she walks right to the opposite ropes, popping her hips just before dropping her arms to her side and backing into a neutral corner. She points over at Fallon and chuckles, shaking her head in amusement and using her hand to gesture with a 'shewing' motion.
LO: Well Allison Sullivan seems sure of herself out here for this to be one of her first major bouts in any company of merit.
KO: Yeah, but I kind of like it. That bitchy demeanor of hers is hot!
LO: Good Lord, could you please try and focus on the wrestling instead of making a pig of yourself?
KO: I'll get back to you on that, Brother-of-Mine!
The opening drums of 'A Warrior's Call' by Volbeat strikes across the capacity crowd and they all turn back to the stage to see Danny Rizzo rip through the curtain right at "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!" He takes to one side of the stage jumping up and down, and then to the other, pumping a fist as the song breaks into 'Fight, Fight, Fight'. He finally comes to a stop at the top of the ramp, points down at the ring, and shakes his head excitedly before taking off into a sprint.
Ring Announcer: And making his way to the ring, standing at five foot eleven and 202 pounds, hailing from Dayton, Ohio.....This Is DANNY RIZZZOOOO!!
Before the announcement even has a chance to end Danny has slid right into the ring, rushing a neutral corner and taking the second turnbuckle while beating his chest and letting out a warrior yell. The fans, not sure what to make of the young man give a mixed reaction, but mostly positive. He runs his hands through his hair with a green-as-grass grin, and drops down to face his opponents, one clapping reassuringly and the other one shaking her head in disgust.
LO: This will be Danny Rizzo's first match ever, and you have to wonder what kind of butterflies are going on in this young kid from the River Valley!
KO: You remember your first match like you remember your first lay, Laur, and I've got odds this kid pukes out here before it's over with.
LO: I don't know, Ken. He just looks excited to be here, and after getting to rub shoulders with stars like Vannah White, who just a short time ago was in his same shoes, he's probably flying on high.
KO: You might be right. It'll be the last participant in this match that may be the one throwing up considering the cheap swill he's been drinking lately. I guess that's what happens when the IRS takes your life.
The gentle thrum of 'Black Holes' by The Blue Stones comes across the speakers, and the fans in the arena all come to their feet to see the former legend resurface to relevance. No flashy lights or smoke, and NovaCaine steps out onto the stage, a casual look on his weathered face, black trunks, boots, adorning a well muscled body. He stares down at the ring, his eyebrow raising slightly along with the corner of his lip. He coolly looks out at the mixed reaction he's receiving and chuckles before starting his way down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And making his way to the ring, standing at six foot three and weighing in at 225 pounds, he hails from the City of Lost Angels, Lost Angeles, California.....He is 'The Cancer of Wrestling', 'Your Moms Favorite Wrestler', NOVA...CAINNNEEE!!
Nova reaches ringside and continues to chuckle a bit, a fan at ringside holding up a sign that says, "MY MOM LOVES NOVACAINE". He climbs the steps slowly to the apron, cleaning his boots on the ring skirt before stepping into the ring. He leans back in the only unoccupied corner, taking a moment to look at each of his opponents before shaking his head in disbelief. He shrugs with a final chuckle, running his hand across his face with a shrug as if to say, 'Alright, I guess'.
LO: NovaCaine seems amused by being put in this match up. Maybe he thinks he deserves better considering he used to be somebody.
KO: Well, Laur, the bottom line is the guy does deserve more. Cosmo Cooper and Brennan Devlin may be duking it out to find out who is the legend of today, but this guy has already achieved that. He's been on T-shirts, sportswear commercials, and lunch boxes. He already knows how to get it done, but the question is if he still can, and I'm ready to find that out here tonight.
LO: Couldn't agree more, Ken, and we're about to as there goes the bell!
Santiago signals that the competitors are good to go, and then he does his best to find a spot in the ring where he'll be out of the way. Everyone regards one another for a moment from their corners like a Mexican stand off. Finally, NovaCaine gives Fallon Lockhart a wink, just before he rushes right for Danny Rizzo whose surprised expression tells the tale. He nails the rookie with a knee right to the gut, and traps him in the corner with right hands the rock the kid hard. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Allison Sullivan takes a cue from Nova, running in on Fallon Lockhart. Fallon, having more than a few matches under her belt, ducks her head as Allison comes in and sends her hurtling right up and over the top rope. Or at least she would have, if Allison hadn't managed to grab the top rope, twisting around so that she lands safely on the ring apron. Fallon doesn't even turn to look back, instead falling into a Pele kick that sends Sullivan hurtling to the concrete below.
LO: Allison Sullivan just took a nasty spill there thanks to Fallon Lockhart, and Good God! Danny Rizzo is getting taken to school by NovaCaine, who has beat the guy down all the way to a seated position!
KO: Yeah, but he's helping him back up, and he just got a handful of tights and the back of the kids head, and sent him soaring through the ropes to the unforgiving floor!
LO: And look at this, Ken.....the two most seasoned wrestlers are left in the ring to stare across at each other, and NovaCaine does not look to have the most honorable intentions!
Caine stares at Fallon with wicked grin, and he steps to the center of the ring before licking his lips and smooching the air in her direction. The nervous look she had previously given him fades into one of determination, and she snarls just before going into motion. Nova goes for a clothesline, but she ducks it readily, and when he turns back around he's caught right in the face with another Pele Kick from the Skellicorn. The move doesn't take him off his feet, rather sends him stumbling back into the corner she was just occupying. Fallon comes rushing in with a shoulder thrust that catches him right in the gut, and he looks a little surprised just before she nails him again. With a quick step back into a back hand spring, she's now in the center of the ring and rushes in for a third thrust that appears to knock the wind right out of him. He shoves her away, pulling himself out to the center of the ropes to create some distance, but when he turns around he has just enough time to see her springboard off the second ropes and twist in mid air to catch him right in the chest with a dropkick. He finds himself tumbling right up and over the top rope where he somehow lands on his feet clutching his chest.
LO: GOOD GOD! This girl is as quick as a hiccup, and she's already scaling to the top turnbuckle....AND OH! High Cross Body finally takes NovaCaine off his feet to the concrete floor!
KO: Yeah, and Fallon just bounced up to a rallying cry from this crowd, and she's already back on the apron, begging for Caine to get back to his feet!
Caine gingerly obliges, obviously shaken, and just when he lifts his head to get back in the game, Lockhart comes rushing across the ring apron to fly off into a running senton. Or at least it would have been if Nova hadn't caught her in midair and turned it into a sickening powerbomb straight down to the concrete. The fans gasp in shock as Caine comes up, wiping his hand across his nose and mouth where Fallon's boots had landed. Gone is the look of amusement, replaced by a vicious expression as he reaches down and yanks the much smaller woman to her feet by her hair. He points at the ring post and the fans begin to boo as he talks some shit, dragging her in that direction.
LO: Fallon Lockhart is in some real trouble as NovaCaine manhandles her over the corner. He winds her up, and OH! DANNY RIZZO OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SPEAR TO CAINE! He's mounted him and is now returning that beating from earlier!
KO: Yeah, but here comes Allison Sullivan and Rizzo doesn't see her. She gets a running go, and OH! SNAPMARE NECK BREAKER JUST BROUGHT DANNY'S FACE CRASHING RIGHT DOWN INTO CAINE'S!
Both men clutch at their noses as Sullivan pops up to her feet, furious. She stalks right past them, grabs Fallon who has just made it back to her feet, and shoots her under the bottom rope back into the ring. Sullivan doesn't follow her in, however, deciding to hop up to the apron instead, and starts her way up the turnbuckles of the nearest corner. She perches on the top as Fallon struggles to her feet, clutching the back of her head that smacked the concrete thanks to the powerbomb by Caine. Just as she turns in Sullivan's direction, the New Age Sensation takes flight, catching Fallon right in the face with an awesome spin wheel kick from the top!
LO: Massive impact from Sullivan to Fallon, who now goes for a cover...
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KO: Thr-KICK OUT! Lockhart out at a count of two, and Sullivan is up and backed into a corner.....she's signaling for the woman to get back to her feet, and Fallon is slowly trying to comply...
LO: Fallon about halfway up now, and Sullivan takes of in a running go....OH! SHINING WIZARD TAKES HER HEAD OFF!
KO: I believe that she calls that the 'Night, Night', and for good reason. I think Fallon Lockhart is out in the middle of the ring, and Sullivan going for a cover to end this thing!
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THREe-Danny Rizzo appears from out of nowhere, just plowing into Sullivan to break up the pin. Sullivan quickly gets to her feet but is booted in her gut by Rizzo which bends her over. He grabs one of her arms and feeds it through her legs, and then swiftly lifts her up and slams her hard to the canvas with a ring rattling pump handle slam. Rizzo pops up with a wide eyed expression and the fans begin to cheer the rookie as he pumps himself up for the crowd. He brings his focus back to Sullivan as she slowly begins to rise, and takes off for the ropes behind her for some spring. Just as he's bouncing back she gets to her full height, looking around for her assailant only to be surprised as he sprints past her, grabbing her by the back of the head as he goes, and then leaving his feet to slam her face off the mat. The impact thrusts her onto her back, and she clutches at her face as Rizzo comes up once more, excitedly pointing towards a corner.
KO: This kids got some momentum going his way, but he better calm it down some and get to business, cause these competitors aren't going to stay down for long.
LO: Danny Rizzo is making his way out onto the apron, and scaling the turnbuckles quickly....perched on the top and pausing to do a little showboating. I think you're right, Ken, he's wasting too much time taking in this live crowd for the first time.
KO: And Look! He doesn't even see Nova...Caine just leaped up onto the apron, and SHOVED THE KID RIGHT OFF THE TOP TO GO CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!!!
LO: Good God! And now he's back in the ring, waiting on Lockhart and Sullivan to get back to their feet...AND RUNS THEM RIGHT OVER WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!
KO: This is prime time, Laur. He's got complete control of this match like any veteran would, and he's looking to keep it that way!
Nova reaches down and pulls Fallon up to her feet to a chorus of boos from the fans, and he viciously hooks her around the head and takes her back down to the mat with a snap suplex. He's immediately back up, pulling Sullivan up to do the exact same thing. With both women down at his feet, Nova turns his attention to the crowd, talking shit among a visceral reaction to his show boating. Finally, he pulls Lockhart to her feet, pushing her over in the corner and marking her with measured right hands that leaves her slumping against the middle turnbuckle. He turns his attention back to Sullivan, who is trying to get to her feet, and he takes her by the wrist and whips her hard towards that same corner. Sullivan crashes into Lockhart, but it's Allison who is sent stumbling backwards right into a roll up pin attempt from NovaCaine.
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LO: Fallon Lockhart manages out of the corner long enough to kick NovaCaine in the back of the head to break up that count, but the man's back on his feet and just levels the woman with a right hand! These fans sure don't seem to appreciate the ring general's approach to business.
KO: Oh, what do they know? They are about as fickle as they come, and quite frankly he's doing exactly what he should be doing in this match. It's called dominating, Laur.
LO: Be that as it may, He's pulled Fallon back up and is really talking some smack to her before shoving her back in the corner.
Caine slips his head under Fallon's arm, and lifts her up so that she is now sitting on the top turnbuckle. He grins up at the dazed woman, reaching up and slapping her in the face a few times to show the Swedish crowd whose in control and to add insult to injury. He steps up to the top rope and hooks her around the head, obviously attempting a superplex, but Fallon hooks her leg through the turnbuckles, preventing him from pulling her over. Suddenly Danny Rizzo is in the ring, and he slips his head between NovaCaine's legs in powerbomb position, and when he pulls, Fallon goes with them, transitioning from suplex to cross body as Rizzo completes the powerbomb resulting in Caine striking the canvas hard with added weight of Fallon creating a pinning situation. The fans go electric!
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LO: Thre-Rizzo is there to break up that pin, and he pulls Fallon up to her feet and tosses her right out of the ring and drops down onto Caine for a pin of his own!
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KO: THREe-ALLISON SULLIVAN WITH AN ELBOW DROP RIGHT DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF DANNY'S SKULL! Man, the rookie almost pulled this one out!
LO: Yeah, but he's being nailed by vicious forearm blows from Sullivan, and she has him knocked all the way into the ropes. Takes him by the wrist and whips him to the other side....On his way back now, and she goes for a drop kick But He Swats It Away! Sullivan up quickly, but Rizzo grabs her behind in a waist lock and delivers a BEAUTIFUL German Suplex into a bridge!
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THRE-NovaCaine doesn't launch himself, rather spinning so that both feet are pointed in their direction, and mule kicks Rizzo right in the skull to break up the pin. Rizzo comes up clutching the side of his head, and Caine suddenly kips up to his feet and rushes the youngster with a flying leg lariat that sends him crashing hard to the mat. Rizzo rolls to the edge of the ropes as Caine comes back up, seemingly in control. That is, until Allison Sullivan comes in from behind him, hooking his arm as she goes and floating out in front of him while hooking his head for a massive DDT that spikes his skull off the canvas. She moves to go for the pin, but notices Rizzo already pulling himself up to his feet by use of the ropes, so she rushes for him instead with a clothesline that sends him up and over to the floor below. She turns back to try and put Caine away, but to her surprise Fallon Lockhart is back in the ring coming right for her, and she's caught with double knee's to the chest that send her right up and over much the same.
LO: This action is fast and intense, and Fallon Lockhart is surveying the damage to Rizzo and Sullivan who are writhing on the concrete floor below. She turns around just in time to see that NovaCaine is back on his feet, and here he comes with a head full of steam....
KO: AND IS SENT RIGHT OVER THE TOP ROPE BY A BACK BODY DROP BY FALLON!
LO: All three competitors on the outside are struggling to their feet, but don't take your eyes off of Fallon Lockhart as she hit's off the opposite ropes for spring, and DIVES OVER THE TOP INTO A SOMERSAULT SPLANCHA THAT WIPES OUT EVERYONE!!
The fans are on their feet as all four participants are laid out at ringside, and even Santiago makes his way to the floor to check on each individual. It's Allison Sullivan who makes it to her feet first, using the apron to help her up, and slowly rolling into the ring. She's followed soon after by Fallon Lockhart, who as soon as shes in the ring, falls back into one of the corners to prop her up. She looks across the canvas to where Sullivan has just regained her feet, and nods in that direction as she tears out of the corner. Sullivan hears her coming, and much to the surprise of Fallon, catches her around the head as she runs in, using her momentum to run right up the turnbuckles, and soar back into the ring with control of Fallon's skull to slam her off the mat with a cutter.
LO: SLICED BREAD #2 FROM SULLIVAN TO LOCKHART!
KO: I believe she calls that maneuver Teenage Crush, and it. Is. Devastating!
LO: Sullivan crawling over to go for the cover!
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THREe-NO! Allison is suddenly yanked to the outside under the bottom rope by the veteran, NovaCaine, who gets a fistfull of hair and a hand full of tights, and sends her careening into the steel steps. The top of her head and shoulders crash into the unforgiving metal with such force that it actually dislodges the top portion from the bottom, leaving her laying in a heap like the victim of a car crash.
LO: GOOD GOD! Novacaine may have just seriously injured Allison Sullivan, and now he's rolling back inside to try and steal her pin over Fallon!
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KO: THREe-NO! Fallon able to get out after a LONG two count, and Nova looks pissed. I think he just wants this thing to be over so he can get back to his women and boo's.
NovaCaine stares around the ring for a moment, looking for an answer, and it's obvious when the light bulb goes off because a sadistic smile stretches over his face. He quickly approaches the ropes and floats through them to the floor, flipping the ring apron up, and searching for something under the ring. He eventually finds what he's looking for, and when he stands back up, in his hand is a black steel folding chair.
KO: OH BOY! NovaCaine just found the great equalizer, and he's coming back into the ring to take care of business!
LO: That's a shame, but you can't be disqualified in a Fatal-4-Way, although Santiago is trying to get Caine to have second thoughts.
Nova simply sidesteps the referee, coming to stand over Fallon's prone body. He lifts the chair high above his head, and just when he's about to let her have it, Danny Rizzo appears out of nowhere behind him, grabbing the chair and yanking it right out of his hands. Caine slowly turns to confront the culprit that just stole his weapon, and Danny Rizzo is standing there defiantly, shaking his head 'No' and tossing the chair off to the side. Caine snarls as he rushes forward, but Rizzo ducks the clothesline attempt, and Caine follows through to bounce off the ropes. When he comes back, Rizzo is waiting for him, nailing him with a brutal Kinshasa Knee that takes Nova's head off. Rizzo quickly scrambles to go for the cover.
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THREe-CRACK! The thunderous sound of steel meeting flesh rings throughout the arena, and the fans all gasp as Allison Sullivan, huge bruise forming on her forehead and all, winds up to nail Rizzo again with the chair. CRACK! Rizzo looks like he's been hit with a taser, arm coiled back, spine contorted as he rolls to get away from his attacker. Sullivan smirks as the boo's are forthcoming, and she shrugs, turning her attention back to the man who had tried to take her out mere moments ago with the steps. NovaCaine is woozy from the Kinshasa, and is slow to rise, but when he's finally upright, he's sent crashing back to the mat with an overhead swing from the chair that catches him right on top of the skull. Nova clutches at his head as he rolls for the safety of the rope, misjudging due to the pain, and dumping right out to the concrete floor.
LO: GOOD GOD SHE'S LETHAL! I'm betting that right now NovaCaine wishes he had never introduced that object into this match!
KO: No doubt, but look....she's only got one more victim here, and Fallon is finally making it up to her feet after that nasty Teenage Crush from Sullivan...
LO: Here comes Allison for a swing of the chair, BUT LOCKHART DUCKED! Sullivan spins around, and SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK CATCHES THE CHAIR AND SENDS IT SMASHING INTO SULLIVAN'S FACE!
KO: Lockhart is making her way to the apron, and is starting a climb to the top....WAIT A MINUTE! RIZZO JUST ROLLED OVER THERE AND DRAPED HIS ARM OVER SULLIVAN!
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Fallon takes flight to try and break it up.
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Lockhart crashes into Danny Rizzo to break up the pin, but when she manages to look up she see's Santiago calling for the bell. Rizzo lays there dazedly, breathing heavily and staring up at the lights as Fallon strikes the mat in frustration, realizing what happened. NovaCaine gets up to his feet on the outside, reaching up to wipe away a trickle of blood from the chair shot he took, and looks shocked when he hears the bell sound.
Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall, DANNYYY RIZZZZOOOO!!
LO: Shocking upset in this one, as everyone figured it would be NovaCaine, or at least Lockhart that picked up the victory, but No! It was one of the rookies, in their very first match ever!
KO: I can't believe it....and I mean, just by a second too, Laur. I thought Fallon had broke it up, but Santiago claims his hand hit the mat for three.
LO: Well, I can tell you this, no one in this match has anything to feel sorry about. They gave it their all, and the fact that they were all debuting on Valor Pro for the first time, and two of them hadn't even ever been in a match, they really impressed me here tonight.
KO: Yeah, regardless of outcome, I think it's safe to say that NovaCaine still has it. I like Allison Sullivan's willingness to do anything, and Fallon Lockhart's proved she's got fangs. Her speed and ability to take flight is off the chain!
LO: Save the best for last, Danny Rizzo, the winner of this match showed some class when he tried to prevent the steel chair from being used. The fact that he's the one who pulled off the victory here more than proves that you can stay within the rules and still be rewarded!
KO: Yeah, Jury's still out on that one, Laur.
Sullivan has managed to roll out of the ring, wincing as she checks her bruising forehead, and looking irritated as she makes her way towards the ramp. NovaCaine has already made it to the curtain, and he looks back in disgust before slipping through to the back. In the ring, Danny has just now got to his feet, and Fallon still sits on her knee's, staring at the spot where she thought she had things in hand. Rizzo is woozy, but ecstatic, and looks like someone whose just won the Olympics. He takes a turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air with a wide grin on his face, and the fans actually respond in cheers, giving the kid his due. He drops down from the turnbuckle, and turns to celebrate on the opposite side, but finds Fallon Lockhart standing in his way. She stares at the man for a few moments, more in wonder than disappointment, but eventually nods her head and offers him a smile before extending her hand.
LO: A show of sportsmanship here from Fallon Lockhart, who in recent weeks commented on her excitement for Danny Rizzo's debut here tonight. She really does have a heart of gold, and it's great to see that in this day and age.
KO: Whatever. I hope she's suckering him in for a low blow!
The fans cheer wildly as Danny steps to the center of the ring to join Fallon, staring down at her hand with a serious expression. Finally, he looks up with a huge grin on his face, and nods, taking her hand and shaking it a little too excitedly. Fallon just laughs, clasping him on the shoulder as she exits the ring so he can continue his celebration. The fans continue to cheers as the scene fades to the back.
Somewhere in the arena there is a dark little room, away from everything else. The room sits almost completely still, not even a carried voice or passing footstep can be heard from within the confines of this room. It would be pitch black, were it not for the old box television sitting atop a metal stand.
The stand itself holds that old television and an old VCR, the kind of thing used in high schools decades ago; clunky, heavy and too much for some AV Club kid to push alone, there it sits, against a bare wall, nothing but white noise on the set itself.
A soft whirr and a click sees the old set spring to life, a grainy image flickers into the screen; at first the terrible quality makes it hard to decipher the image, so the camera moves closer. Cautious steps as though at any moment something could spring out from the shadows. The image on the set continues to roll, jumping and fracturing in places.
The first thing you notice is the chair; a rather fancy dining chair with intricate wood word and a soft cushion, houses a figure - female - told only by the curves of her form beneath the simple white nightshirt she wears, not the kind you would see in any modern store; no the entire setting and even her clothing are dated; perhaps even daring the video itself.
Her shape is what gives her away, as atop her shoulders where her head should be is the head of a giant white rabbit. Thick, black stitches, done haphazardly and tithour care, attach the head to her neck, which still sees thick ribbons of scarlet red blood dried into her flesh. Faintly, you can hear the muted sounds of fear from beneath the head and the girl is undoubtedly gagged underneath.
Her pathetic whimpers are soon drowned out by a booming voice; commanding, so loud, so forceful that it brings all the hairs on the back of your neck to standing; it catches your breath in your throat and pounds your heart in your chest. This voice does all of those things, whilst remaining oddly feminine.
“For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world.”
At the sound of her voice, the female tied to the chair begins to thrash against her bonds; struggling pointlessly against the ropes that tie her to the chair, her movements become all the more frantic as she hears footsteps approaching.
“Don’t lust for her beauty. Don’t let her coy glances seduce you.”
A figure, dressed in a red silk cape, flowing down past her ankles and encapsulating her whole body steps onto the screen. The material flows like water about her body as she approaches the frightened, white rabbit. The feed jumps, distorting the image for a moment, nothing can be made out but a blood curdling scream fills the room, it seems to shake the TV set itself on its stand; almost immediately, the scene turns crisper and the hooded figure is wrapped around the white rabbit, the glint of a knife in her hand and a fresh flow of beautiful, wet red tickles her fingers.
“The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace. The mind governed by the flesh is hostile; those who are in the realm of the flesh cannot please Him. You, however, are not in the realm of the flesh but are in the realm of the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit lives in you.”
The figure lifts the knife above her head, the female tied to the chair seems to feel the impending danger and despite her bounds and her gag, begins to scream from beneath the rabbit head that replaces her own. With a simple drop of her arm, no real force required, she plunged the knife into the rabbit head, right between the ears, finally turning her head to the camera; the red hooded figure smiles, her Scarlett red lips curved into a sick and pleasured smile.
“You’re late, mi amore… You’re late.”
Just as quickly as the old television sprung to life, it cuts back to that same white noise all over again, the room returning to its ear perfect silence, off somewhere unknown in the back of the arena; not even a faint footstep can be heard.
The stand itself holds that old television and an old VCR, the kind of thing used in high schools decades ago; clunky, heavy and too much for some AV Club kid to push alone, there it sits, against a bare wall, nothing but white noise on the set itself.
A soft whirr and a click sees the old set spring to life, a grainy image flickers into the screen; at first the terrible quality makes it hard to decipher the image, so the camera moves closer. Cautious steps as though at any moment something could spring out from the shadows. The image on the set continues to roll, jumping and fracturing in places.
The first thing you notice is the chair; a rather fancy dining chair with intricate wood word and a soft cushion, houses a figure - female - told only by the curves of her form beneath the simple white nightshirt she wears, not the kind you would see in any modern store; no the entire setting and even her clothing are dated; perhaps even daring the video itself.
Her shape is what gives her away, as atop her shoulders where her head should be is the head of a giant white rabbit. Thick, black stitches, done haphazardly and tithour care, attach the head to her neck, which still sees thick ribbons of scarlet red blood dried into her flesh. Faintly, you can hear the muted sounds of fear from beneath the head and the girl is undoubtedly gagged underneath.
Her pathetic whimpers are soon drowned out by a booming voice; commanding, so loud, so forceful that it brings all the hairs on the back of your neck to standing; it catches your breath in your throat and pounds your heart in your chest. This voice does all of those things, whilst remaining oddly feminine.
“For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world.”
At the sound of her voice, the female tied to the chair begins to thrash against her bonds; struggling pointlessly against the ropes that tie her to the chair, her movements become all the more frantic as she hears footsteps approaching.
“Don’t lust for her beauty. Don’t let her coy glances seduce you.”
A figure, dressed in a red silk cape, flowing down past her ankles and encapsulating her whole body steps onto the screen. The material flows like water about her body as she approaches the frightened, white rabbit. The feed jumps, distorting the image for a moment, nothing can be made out but a blood curdling scream fills the room, it seems to shake the TV set itself on its stand; almost immediately, the scene turns crisper and the hooded figure is wrapped around the white rabbit, the glint of a knife in her hand and a fresh flow of beautiful, wet red tickles her fingers.
“The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace. The mind governed by the flesh is hostile; those who are in the realm of the flesh cannot please Him. You, however, are not in the realm of the flesh but are in the realm of the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit lives in you.”
The figure lifts the knife above her head, the female tied to the chair seems to feel the impending danger and despite her bounds and her gag, begins to scream from beneath the rabbit head that replaces her own. With a simple drop of her arm, no real force required, she plunged the knife into the rabbit head, right between the ears, finally turning her head to the camera; the red hooded figure smiles, her Scarlett red lips curved into a sick and pleasured smile.
“You’re late, mi amore… You’re late.”
Just as quickly as the old television sprung to life, it cuts back to that same white noise all over again, the room returning to its ear perfect silence, off somewhere unknown in the back of the arena; not even a faint footstep can be heard.
Featuring: Vannah White & Dakota Jennings
It’s a hot crowd in Sweden tonight. Well, get ready to see that intensity get completely doused in Brad Stokes flavoured water. “Bad Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce starts up and Brad walks out to a crowd that’s loud because of the last exciting thing that just happened. There he stands at the top of the ramp wearing a pair of cool blue jeans and obligatory hip black leather jacket nodding his head off-beat along with the song. With a wide grin he unzips his jacket to reveal yet another custom printed t-shirt underneath. Brad Brad Leroy Brad it reads. He’s positive that’s what the song says.
He McMahon struts his way down the ramp jawing at kids lining the guard rails like he’s ready to beat them, but only until their dads show up then Brad, in a rare show of restraint, lifts his hands defensively and backs off, and onward down the ramp he goes into the ring giving a slice across his throat to cut the music. Could it be… a restrained Brad Stokes?
BRAD STOKES: Alright, that’s enough, you yodelling yokels. I’m Brad Stokes, and I’m under court order NOT to be a dick tonight.
There’s a din in the crowd. Brad looks more than a little upset at that fact.
BS: That’s right. APPARENTLY THEY DON’T LIKE the way I do things in these interviews so the MAN, in this case the WO-man, you know her as the woman who coldcocked me last show, Vanessa Byrne, the worst person ever, has imposed her terrifying will on me so I gotta play this crap like I actually CARE about this company, and the people in it, and all of you watching in the crowd, and everyone who actually pays to watch this stuff at home.
Visibly he finds it detestable. The crowd boos. Brad doesn’t know they’re booing him.
BS: I know. It’s outrageous. Somehow, somebody got it in their head that I’m a dick.
Brad looks positively insulted by the very thought someone would think he’s anything but a model citizen.
BS: Who in their right mind would think something like that about me, huh? Was it you shithead camera man?
Brad singles the guy out pointing the FiteTV branded camera at him and it’s a lot of attention that guy didn’t want on him.
BS: Yeah, you better look away now that I’m aware of your schtick. Let’s get one thing straight. I am not a dick. I’m not an asshole. I’m the nicest human being alive. It’s the rest of you that have the problem.
More boos. Brad is offended.
BS: But it’s fine. Ms. Byrne, they literally put a gag order on me, I have to call her that, so Ms. Byrne since you’re watching you can clearly see me here, in my ring being Brad Stokes… NOT A DICK. Play my music.
And with that Brad Stokes is about to exit the ring when one of the ring team informs him that he’s actually out there to interview someone else. Brad and the ring guy get into a jawing match. Right in each other’s faces. What an argument. Grudgingly, Brad steps back into the ring, picking his microphone.
BS: God that ring guy is a dick. What’s your name, ring guy?
More angry jawing.
BS: It’s Brad? Ha. Right. Whatever. Apparently I’m actually out here to interview someone. So let’s bring them out. Who is it? Come on out here….
He checks a crumpled cue card he clearly had earmarked for a trash bin, forced to unfold it and read what he has sloppily written down through folds and creases.
BS: Vassily Whitman and… Dakotech… Jackson…
[Music plays] Enter the duo. Brad is kinda surprised, squinting at the two women as they come down to the ring and re-reading his notecard like there’s been some mistake. Once they get in the ring.
BS: Well, well…. I see Vassily and Dakotech sent their little ladies on down in their place. Well step right up, ladies. The House of Brad Repute is open for business!
Dakota, not really in the mood to take any sort of shit, went to try to cave his head in with the microphone, before Vannah grabbed it, looking into Dakota’s eyes, a pleading tone in her voice as she whispered to her. “Don’t do this here, we’ve got a message to send and it isn’t beating the heck out of this guy.”
Dakota, for once, saw sense and instead decided to speak.
DJ: Look, Brad, I know you’re trying to be funny and all that and I get that you’re trying to get a rise out of the Valor Pro Faithful!
The crowd cheered loudly at this proclamation from the redheaded bombshell.
DJ: However, I and Vannah are out here to address some very important business and to answer all the important questions. Questions like Does my butt look big in this painted on gear? Does Cross Recoba seriously think that blonde is better looking than me and does anyone actually like Outkast anymore?
The crowd stirs into a frenzy, eventually settling into a ‘’YES’’ chant while Brad Strokes nearly breaks his back trying to catch a peak as Vannah catches him unaware with a hard nudge on his shoulder, he clutches it with a scowl on his face as Dakota continues.
DJ: … You all seriously like Outkast? I digress, but the biggest question we’ve faced is when are you and Vannah White ever going to get around to taking tag team wrestling by storm and complete your conquest of becoming the most viewed, most talked about and most revered tag team in pro wrestling!? See, the DIVISION nearly had the answer… but then they closed and we both were very, very sad.
Dakota Jennings takes a few steps back with a little bit of swagger in her step, as she flicks her wrist back allowing Vannah to grab the mic with a pout still on her face.
VH: Soooooooo, me and Kota have decided it’s best to move on and not dwell on the things that we can’t control! Yet, we have found a silver lining. Valor Pro Wrestling has afforded a home to some of the most talented individuals in the industry even if that sometimes gets lost in between the likes of Krahe and Cross….
An expert at reading the crowd, Vannah gives a slight pause to let the crowd express their dissatisfaction with their main event of the night. Dakota smiles at Brad, as Vannah walks around the ring.
VH: …but tag team wrestling in it’s purest form, is still quite a way, aways. For the first time in Valor Pro’s short history though, we have found a beacon of hope. A glowing, throbbing LED strobe light flickering off in the distance calling our name in the year, 2019.
Brad Strokes appears to be listening carefully because he begins to try to find this light, as he stumbles around the ring disoriented. The crowd laughs as Vannah and Dakota both tilt their heads in his direction with eyebrows raised. After a few seconds, they remember it’s Brad Stokes and shrug their shoulders in unison.
VH: Brad will see the light one day. As for Neo Tokyo, I think the time is right about now for the both of us. You two are the finest examples of a tag team. You both move as one, a sole entity capable of achieving amazing feats. You tour the world in multiple wrestling promotions trying to capture as many tag team plated belts your hearts desire… unfortunately, Valor Pro Wrestling has no tag team title belts to show for.
Dakota Jennings leans over into the mic.
DJ: Though, I’m sure they wouldn’t let that stop them.
Vannah nods her head in approval.
VH: Neo Tokyo, there may not be any tag title belts for you in the right here and now but up until now there hasn’t been a reason for them. So, at equinox me and Dakota Jennings are challenging the both of you to a tag team match. No gimmicks, no special stipulations and no championships. It’ll just be you two vs. the two of us, putting on a show for our Valor faithful --- turning the notch up to ‘11 and revolutionizing what tag team wrestling means not only to Valor Pro but the industry as a whole. At Equinox, the four of us together can give them a reason to give tag team wrestling the platform it so beautifully deserves.
Vannah lowers the microphone and observes the crowd, who is white hot in their approval and support of her and her declaration. Dakota Jennings pumps up the crowd as Brad Stokes realizes there were no special colorful lights and yanks the microphone forcefully from Vannah’s grasps.
BS: I can’t see! I can’t see the lights!
Brad Stokes is hysterical as he stumbles around the ring. Eventually, he falls back first into the turnbuckle and regains his composure.
BS: Oh, okay… I am back. I’m okay. I’m fine.
Brad Stokes calmly walks to the center of the ring and looks at both Vannah and Dakota.
BS: So, you two are going to get in on… hey, I thought you were with that Cross Recoba! That guy is the real dick, not me!
Dakota clenches her teeth, while Vannah screams at Brad to knock it off as he continues to mockingly point at Dakota.
BS: Yeah, yeah… that’s you. Do you do ANYTHING on your own, Ms. Jackson?
Immediately after those words fly out of Brad Stokes big mouth, the crowd boos and Kota’s fire is lit. Vannah is talking Kota down but she’s pushed aside as Brad Strokes stumbles back and away. Dakota Jennings shifts in position to take Brad Stokes head off but Vannah steps in between Kota’s chin kick and Brad Strokes big mouth bracing for the impact which forces Kota to pull back on the kick at the very last second. Slowly, Vannah opens her eyes and takes a breath of relief while Dakota is pacing in front of her.
BS: I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, I am forreal!!!
Brad Stokes has already slithered to the other side of the ring, seemingly avoiding any danger… while Vannah successfully calms down Dakota. The two share a hug and raise each other's arms in the air, Dakota staring a hole through Brad Stokes’ head. With their intentions now official, the two begin to make their way backstage where the camera view is already switching.
He McMahon struts his way down the ramp jawing at kids lining the guard rails like he’s ready to beat them, but only until their dads show up then Brad, in a rare show of restraint, lifts his hands defensively and backs off, and onward down the ramp he goes into the ring giving a slice across his throat to cut the music. Could it be… a restrained Brad Stokes?
BRAD STOKES: Alright, that’s enough, you yodelling yokels. I’m Brad Stokes, and I’m under court order NOT to be a dick tonight.
There’s a din in the crowd. Brad looks more than a little upset at that fact.
BS: That’s right. APPARENTLY THEY DON’T LIKE the way I do things in these interviews so the MAN, in this case the WO-man, you know her as the woman who coldcocked me last show, Vanessa Byrne, the worst person ever, has imposed her terrifying will on me so I gotta play this crap like I actually CARE about this company, and the people in it, and all of you watching in the crowd, and everyone who actually pays to watch this stuff at home.
Visibly he finds it detestable. The crowd boos. Brad doesn’t know they’re booing him.
BS: I know. It’s outrageous. Somehow, somebody got it in their head that I’m a dick.
Brad looks positively insulted by the very thought someone would think he’s anything but a model citizen.
BS: Who in their right mind would think something like that about me, huh? Was it you shithead camera man?
Brad singles the guy out pointing the FiteTV branded camera at him and it’s a lot of attention that guy didn’t want on him.
BS: Yeah, you better look away now that I’m aware of your schtick. Let’s get one thing straight. I am not a dick. I’m not an asshole. I’m the nicest human being alive. It’s the rest of you that have the problem.
More boos. Brad is offended.
BS: But it’s fine. Ms. Byrne, they literally put a gag order on me, I have to call her that, so Ms. Byrne since you’re watching you can clearly see me here, in my ring being Brad Stokes… NOT A DICK. Play my music.
And with that Brad Stokes is about to exit the ring when one of the ring team informs him that he’s actually out there to interview someone else. Brad and the ring guy get into a jawing match. Right in each other’s faces. What an argument. Grudgingly, Brad steps back into the ring, picking his microphone.
BS: God that ring guy is a dick. What’s your name, ring guy?
More angry jawing.
BS: It’s Brad? Ha. Right. Whatever. Apparently I’m actually out here to interview someone. So let’s bring them out. Who is it? Come on out here….
He checks a crumpled cue card he clearly had earmarked for a trash bin, forced to unfold it and read what he has sloppily written down through folds and creases.
BS: Vassily Whitman and… Dakotech… Jackson…
[Music plays] Enter the duo. Brad is kinda surprised, squinting at the two women as they come down to the ring and re-reading his notecard like there’s been some mistake. Once they get in the ring.
BS: Well, well…. I see Vassily and Dakotech sent their little ladies on down in their place. Well step right up, ladies. The House of Brad Repute is open for business!
Dakota, not really in the mood to take any sort of shit, went to try to cave his head in with the microphone, before Vannah grabbed it, looking into Dakota’s eyes, a pleading tone in her voice as she whispered to her. “Don’t do this here, we’ve got a message to send and it isn’t beating the heck out of this guy.”
Dakota, for once, saw sense and instead decided to speak.
DJ: Look, Brad, I know you’re trying to be funny and all that and I get that you’re trying to get a rise out of the Valor Pro Faithful!
The crowd cheered loudly at this proclamation from the redheaded bombshell.
DJ: However, I and Vannah are out here to address some very important business and to answer all the important questions. Questions like Does my butt look big in this painted on gear? Does Cross Recoba seriously think that blonde is better looking than me and does anyone actually like Outkast anymore?
The crowd stirs into a frenzy, eventually settling into a ‘’YES’’ chant while Brad Strokes nearly breaks his back trying to catch a peak as Vannah catches him unaware with a hard nudge on his shoulder, he clutches it with a scowl on his face as Dakota continues.
DJ: … You all seriously like Outkast? I digress, but the biggest question we’ve faced is when are you and Vannah White ever going to get around to taking tag team wrestling by storm and complete your conquest of becoming the most viewed, most talked about and most revered tag team in pro wrestling!? See, the DIVISION nearly had the answer… but then they closed and we both were very, very sad.
Dakota Jennings takes a few steps back with a little bit of swagger in her step, as she flicks her wrist back allowing Vannah to grab the mic with a pout still on her face.
VH: Soooooooo, me and Kota have decided it’s best to move on and not dwell on the things that we can’t control! Yet, we have found a silver lining. Valor Pro Wrestling has afforded a home to some of the most talented individuals in the industry even if that sometimes gets lost in between the likes of Krahe and Cross….
An expert at reading the crowd, Vannah gives a slight pause to let the crowd express their dissatisfaction with their main event of the night. Dakota smiles at Brad, as Vannah walks around the ring.
VH: …but tag team wrestling in it’s purest form, is still quite a way, aways. For the first time in Valor Pro’s short history though, we have found a beacon of hope. A glowing, throbbing LED strobe light flickering off in the distance calling our name in the year, 2019.
Brad Strokes appears to be listening carefully because he begins to try to find this light, as he stumbles around the ring disoriented. The crowd laughs as Vannah and Dakota both tilt their heads in his direction with eyebrows raised. After a few seconds, they remember it’s Brad Stokes and shrug their shoulders in unison.
VH: Brad will see the light one day. As for Neo Tokyo, I think the time is right about now for the both of us. You two are the finest examples of a tag team. You both move as one, a sole entity capable of achieving amazing feats. You tour the world in multiple wrestling promotions trying to capture as many tag team plated belts your hearts desire… unfortunately, Valor Pro Wrestling has no tag team title belts to show for.
Dakota Jennings leans over into the mic.
DJ: Though, I’m sure they wouldn’t let that stop them.
Vannah nods her head in approval.
VH: Neo Tokyo, there may not be any tag title belts for you in the right here and now but up until now there hasn’t been a reason for them. So, at equinox me and Dakota Jennings are challenging the both of you to a tag team match. No gimmicks, no special stipulations and no championships. It’ll just be you two vs. the two of us, putting on a show for our Valor faithful --- turning the notch up to ‘11 and revolutionizing what tag team wrestling means not only to Valor Pro but the industry as a whole. At Equinox, the four of us together can give them a reason to give tag team wrestling the platform it so beautifully deserves.
Vannah lowers the microphone and observes the crowd, who is white hot in their approval and support of her and her declaration. Dakota Jennings pumps up the crowd as Brad Stokes realizes there were no special colorful lights and yanks the microphone forcefully from Vannah’s grasps.
BS: I can’t see! I can’t see the lights!
Brad Stokes is hysterical as he stumbles around the ring. Eventually, he falls back first into the turnbuckle and regains his composure.
BS: Oh, okay… I am back. I’m okay. I’m fine.
Brad Stokes calmly walks to the center of the ring and looks at both Vannah and Dakota.
BS: So, you two are going to get in on… hey, I thought you were with that Cross Recoba! That guy is the real dick, not me!
Dakota clenches her teeth, while Vannah screams at Brad to knock it off as he continues to mockingly point at Dakota.
BS: Yeah, yeah… that’s you. Do you do ANYTHING on your own, Ms. Jackson?
Immediately after those words fly out of Brad Stokes big mouth, the crowd boos and Kota’s fire is lit. Vannah is talking Kota down but she’s pushed aside as Brad Strokes stumbles back and away. Dakota Jennings shifts in position to take Brad Stokes head off but Vannah steps in between Kota’s chin kick and Brad Strokes big mouth bracing for the impact which forces Kota to pull back on the kick at the very last second. Slowly, Vannah opens her eyes and takes a breath of relief while Dakota is pacing in front of her.
BS: I’m sorry Ms. Jackson, I am forreal!!!
Brad Stokes has already slithered to the other side of the ring, seemingly avoiding any danger… while Vannah successfully calms down Dakota. The two share a hug and raise each other's arms in the air, Dakota staring a hole through Brad Stokes’ head. With their intentions now official, the two begin to make their way backstage where the camera view is already switching.
The cameras open up to the top of the entrance ramp for Valor Pro. The Ericsson Globe here in Stockholm is on edge after just seeing a slew of new talents announce themselves here in Valor Pro Wrestling. The feed transitions to a previously recorded video being put on the head projector screens.
The feed shows an empty ring, the canvas is an assault of pure white space. Suddenly highlight clips of a hustlin Andy Vilar rise and quickly fadeaway off of the mat. Each quick motion of him landing a move on one of his opponents leaves a streak of vibrant color on the blank ring.
The highlights of his work on the local American Midwestern Indy wrestling scene show a hungry young talent. Each pop of him shows brutal Suplexes and body wrenching, back-attacking submissions on the foes he’d shared the ring with. A young wrestler cutting his teeth, the imagery and subtle score of the video package shows an intensity to his demeanor, and a vast appropriation of contorting the human body.
The highlight package comes to an abrupt end with a tag line residing at the end of the video. The sprawling text tells the coming of...
LO: Looks like another one of Mrs. Byrne's signings will be joining us at Equinox, Ken.
KO: Who in the hell can focus on that after the hotness we just saw out here with Brad Stokes.....Can you believe it? Those two were absolutely beautiful, and did you hear.....they are going to be a TAG TEAM!
LO: Yes, Ken, I heard. It's very exciting that Dakota Jennings and Vannah White are looking to pursue a tag partnership...
KO: God, what I wouldn't give to tag team those two...mmm...mmm!
LO: I don't even know why I bother. Take it away Generic Ring Announcer...
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a singles match set for one fall or submission....
'Menace of Society' by Locust Grove's opening riffs hit over the loud speaker, and soon after Pombiie lumbers through the curtain onto the stage to a mixed reaction. He completely blocks out the rest of the entry way, and so it looks as if Lenny Grant materializes out of nowhere when he steps out in front of the big man, throwing his hands out at his sides and stalking to the top of the ramp. He looks over his shoulder giving the Brazilian Bulldozer a nod before leading him towards the ring.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, being escorted to the ring by the 'Brazilian Bulldozer' Pombiie, standing at six foot two and weighing in at 220 pounds, hailing from Miami, Florida....This is LENNY GRANNNTTT!!
Lenny directs Pombiie to his corner upon reaching ringside, and then he hops up onto the ring apron, and slips into the ring with his hands out at his sides once more, walking all the way up to the edge of the ropes so that his chest bounces off as he calls out to the crowd.
LO: Lenny Grant had some troubles last show with Davy Blossom, no thanks to Davy's valet and wife, Elegance.
KO: Oh don't blame that turtledove for Grant's incompetence in the ring. Davy Blossom was just the better man on that occasion. On second thought....Davy's the better man in most occasions. He's upper crust after all.
LO: Oh Christ. Anyways, Grant looks to remedy that loss here tonight, but he's going up against the former UnYielding Champion, and a man who has just as much right to complain about outside interference as anyone in the company.
Speaking of his opponent, 'Lucid Dreams' by Franz Ferdinand hits over the PA System, and the fans come to their feet in great adulation for Zack Fantana as he bursts through the curtain. He pauses at the top of the steps, his usual excitable self muted a bit by the events of last show. The fans continue to pour forth their love for the Leader of Fantanasy, and he eventually cracks a smile, acknowledging them with his customary hand over the eyes to scan the crowd. If it were possible, you could swear they got louder before that hand dropped to his side, and he started his strut down to the ring.
Ring Announcer: And introducing his opponent, standing at six foot and weighing in at 205 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania....He is the former UnYielding Champion, and the 'Leader of Fantanasy', ZACK FANTANNNAAAA!!
Zack takes the steps two at a time, swinging around on the apron to drape himself across the top rope and hang towards the crowd who continue to show their support. Finally, he swings back around and through the ropes in one fluid motion, and leaps up to the second turnbuckle in the nearest corner to peer out at the crowd once more, soaking in their response.
LO: Zack Fantana looking lonely out here without the UnYielding Championship that was stolen from him thanks to Cross Recoba.
KO: I'd say that it was Zachariah Krahe that took that victory, thank you very much, and was well on his way to doing so before Recoba ever made it out of the back!
LO: Maybe so, Ken, but we'll never know how that match SHOULD have ended thanks to Cross, and I'd have thought you would take exception to that as well, seeing the controversy that has played out ever since 7 Pillars.
KO: All I take exception to is the fact that Cross Recoba isn't treated with the respect that he deserves after such a masterful play. I mean, the guys been on the hustle since coming into the fed, and much of that has been used to elevate Zack Fantana. He should really be thanking the man.
LO: Oh would you give it a rest. Folks, there's the bell, and this one is underway...
Zack and Lenny square off into a tie up, and Grant quickly floats behind and lifts Fantana right off his feet and puts him to the mat with a waist lock take down. He quickly spins around to the front, locking on a front chancery, and Fantana struggles for a moment before pushing both men up to their feet and all the way over into the nearby ropes. Grant holds both hands up to force the break, and he grins at Fantana who steps back, a little surprised at the outcome. Santiago signals that the two men should continue, and they lock back up in the center of the ring. This time it's Fantana with the go behind, but when he lifts Grant off his feet for his own take down, Grant wisely throws his upper body forward, grabbing Zack by the wrist and taking him over into a short arm drag. The leader of Fantanasy pops up quickly, and ducks an incoming clothesline from grant who continues on to the ropes for spring.
LO: The action is fast and furious between these two at the start, and I think that Zack Fantana was taken a little off his game by Grant.
KO: Yeah, but Grant comes back in now, and ducks a back elbow attempt from Fantana.....coming back for a third time, and Zack drops his head for a back body, but Grant rolls right over the top of him to land behind him....Grant spins around, AND SUPERKICK!
LO: GOOD GOD! FANTANA JUST TOOK HIS HEAD OFF!
Grant stumbles up to his feet, drops back down to one knee, and then pops back up again, completely punch drunk. Zack spins him around, hooks him around the waist from behind, and takes him up into a belly to back suplex, but instead drops straight down, pulling Grant painfully across his knee's for a nasty looking lumbar check.
LO: LUCID DREAMS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! THIS THING MIGHT BE OVER!
KO: Fantana thinks so too! He just went for the cover!
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Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall, ZACK FANTANNNAAA!!
LO: Folks, I can't believe it. Grant came out here with a game plan to out-wrestle Fantana, but after getting his clock cleaned with that superkick was put down by the following Lucid Dreams.
KO: Thanks for coming kid, collect your check on your way out!
LO: And look at poor Pombiie....he doesn't know what to think, just trying to get Grant conscious so he can exit the ring.
KO: All I know for sure is that the kid got GOT! Fantana celebrating a little bit for this crowd, looking a little more like himself than he did when he first arrived...
LO: Well, victory is the ultimate pick-me-up, Ken.
Zack raises a hand in the air and begins to move out of the ring, but as the fans’ response grows louder and louder, he hesitates at the ropes, touching his hand to his chest as if to ask, “For me?” The crowd cheers again and Zack turns back away from the hard cam to request a microphone from ringside.
Zack Fantana: What a turnout! I want you to give yourselves a hand, Stockholm.
He cradles the microphone in his arm and claps for them. They respond in kind.
ZF: When I joined this company nearly five months ago, I never dreamt that we’d demand an arena of this size so quickly, but this company has only continued to surpass expectations, largely thanks to the support of folks like you. And, of course, it’s grown so much off the backs of stalwarts like Lenny here. Another round of applause for Lenny Grant, ladies and gentlemen!
There’s a short burst of applause from the audience, although many of them just seem to be confused by the request. Zack waves the microphone in front of Lenny, sarcastically trying to start a “speech” chant.
ZF: I’m just kidding, Lenny. Don’t let me keep you. I understand that your time is very valuable.
He flippantly waves Grant out of the ring.
ZF: But if it’s okay with you, I’m going to stick around a little bit longer with my friends here in Stockholm.
Cheap pop. Zack smiles.
ZF: You know, if I’m reading this right, it looks like the UnYielding Championship match is up next. Are we excited, folks?
Zack points to a display screen that is already advertising the match. That gets another rise from the crowd.
ZF: Me too. Me too. It’s right around the corner. In fact, it looks like it’s just about to start. I may be going over my pre-allocated time, folks, but don’t worry. Given that I’ve been so generous in sharing my TV time with Cross Recoba over the past few months that I assume he won’t mind returning the favor. And Zachariah Krahe? Well, it was my short but apparently formative UnYielding Championship reign that inspired Zach to become the fighting champion that he is today. My pupil would want me to be here to remind him what he’s fighting for. And so it’s here that I’ll stay.
Zack drops to the mat and rolls to the ring, approaching the timekeeper’s table, trading his microphone in for a steel chair. The fans collectively gasp in response, assuming that Zack might just snap again, but instead he casually strolls over to the guardrail and hops over, setting his chair in the aisle and taking a seat alongside the fans.
KO: Who in the hell can focus on that after the hotness we just saw out here with Brad Stokes.....Can you believe it? Those two were absolutely beautiful, and did you hear.....they are going to be a TAG TEAM!
LO: Yes, Ken, I heard. It's very exciting that Dakota Jennings and Vannah White are looking to pursue a tag partnership...
KO: God, what I wouldn't give to tag team those two...mmm...mmm!
LO: I don't even know why I bother. Take it away Generic Ring Announcer...
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a singles match set for one fall or submission....
'Menace of Society' by Locust Grove's opening riffs hit over the loud speaker, and soon after Pombiie lumbers through the curtain onto the stage to a mixed reaction. He completely blocks out the rest of the entry way, and so it looks as if Lenny Grant materializes out of nowhere when he steps out in front of the big man, throwing his hands out at his sides and stalking to the top of the ramp. He looks over his shoulder giving the Brazilian Bulldozer a nod before leading him towards the ring.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, being escorted to the ring by the 'Brazilian Bulldozer' Pombiie, standing at six foot two and weighing in at 220 pounds, hailing from Miami, Florida....This is LENNY GRANNNTTT!!
Lenny directs Pombiie to his corner upon reaching ringside, and then he hops up onto the ring apron, and slips into the ring with his hands out at his sides once more, walking all the way up to the edge of the ropes so that his chest bounces off as he calls out to the crowd.
LO: Lenny Grant had some troubles last show with Davy Blossom, no thanks to Davy's valet and wife, Elegance.
KO: Oh don't blame that turtledove for Grant's incompetence in the ring. Davy Blossom was just the better man on that occasion. On second thought....Davy's the better man in most occasions. He's upper crust after all.
LO: Oh Christ. Anyways, Grant looks to remedy that loss here tonight, but he's going up against the former UnYielding Champion, and a man who has just as much right to complain about outside interference as anyone in the company.
Speaking of his opponent, 'Lucid Dreams' by Franz Ferdinand hits over the PA System, and the fans come to their feet in great adulation for Zack Fantana as he bursts through the curtain. He pauses at the top of the steps, his usual excitable self muted a bit by the events of last show. The fans continue to pour forth their love for the Leader of Fantanasy, and he eventually cracks a smile, acknowledging them with his customary hand over the eyes to scan the crowd. If it were possible, you could swear they got louder before that hand dropped to his side, and he started his strut down to the ring.
Ring Announcer: And introducing his opponent, standing at six foot and weighing in at 205 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania....He is the former UnYielding Champion, and the 'Leader of Fantanasy', ZACK FANTANNNAAAA!!
Zack takes the steps two at a time, swinging around on the apron to drape himself across the top rope and hang towards the crowd who continue to show their support. Finally, he swings back around and through the ropes in one fluid motion, and leaps up to the second turnbuckle in the nearest corner to peer out at the crowd once more, soaking in their response.
LO: Zack Fantana looking lonely out here without the UnYielding Championship that was stolen from him thanks to Cross Recoba.
KO: I'd say that it was Zachariah Krahe that took that victory, thank you very much, and was well on his way to doing so before Recoba ever made it out of the back!
LO: Maybe so, Ken, but we'll never know how that match SHOULD have ended thanks to Cross, and I'd have thought you would take exception to that as well, seeing the controversy that has played out ever since 7 Pillars.
KO: All I take exception to is the fact that Cross Recoba isn't treated with the respect that he deserves after such a masterful play. I mean, the guys been on the hustle since coming into the fed, and much of that has been used to elevate Zack Fantana. He should really be thanking the man.
LO: Oh would you give it a rest. Folks, there's the bell, and this one is underway...
Zack and Lenny square off into a tie up, and Grant quickly floats behind and lifts Fantana right off his feet and puts him to the mat with a waist lock take down. He quickly spins around to the front, locking on a front chancery, and Fantana struggles for a moment before pushing both men up to their feet and all the way over into the nearby ropes. Grant holds both hands up to force the break, and he grins at Fantana who steps back, a little surprised at the outcome. Santiago signals that the two men should continue, and they lock back up in the center of the ring. This time it's Fantana with the go behind, but when he lifts Grant off his feet for his own take down, Grant wisely throws his upper body forward, grabbing Zack by the wrist and taking him over into a short arm drag. The leader of Fantanasy pops up quickly, and ducks an incoming clothesline from grant who continues on to the ropes for spring.
LO: The action is fast and furious between these two at the start, and I think that Zack Fantana was taken a little off his game by Grant.
KO: Yeah, but Grant comes back in now, and ducks a back elbow attempt from Fantana.....coming back for a third time, and Zack drops his head for a back body, but Grant rolls right over the top of him to land behind him....Grant spins around, AND SUPERKICK!
LO: GOOD GOD! FANTANA JUST TOOK HIS HEAD OFF!
Grant stumbles up to his feet, drops back down to one knee, and then pops back up again, completely punch drunk. Zack spins him around, hooks him around the waist from behind, and takes him up into a belly to back suplex, but instead drops straight down, pulling Grant painfully across his knee's for a nasty looking lumbar check.
LO: LUCID DREAMS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! THIS THING MIGHT BE OVER!
KO: Fantana thinks so too! He just went for the cover!
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Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall, ZACK FANTANNNAAA!!
LO: Folks, I can't believe it. Grant came out here with a game plan to out-wrestle Fantana, but after getting his clock cleaned with that superkick was put down by the following Lucid Dreams.
KO: Thanks for coming kid, collect your check on your way out!
LO: And look at poor Pombiie....he doesn't know what to think, just trying to get Grant conscious so he can exit the ring.
KO: All I know for sure is that the kid got GOT! Fantana celebrating a little bit for this crowd, looking a little more like himself than he did when he first arrived...
LO: Well, victory is the ultimate pick-me-up, Ken.
Zack raises a hand in the air and begins to move out of the ring, but as the fans’ response grows louder and louder, he hesitates at the ropes, touching his hand to his chest as if to ask, “For me?” The crowd cheers again and Zack turns back away from the hard cam to request a microphone from ringside.
Zack Fantana: What a turnout! I want you to give yourselves a hand, Stockholm.
He cradles the microphone in his arm and claps for them. They respond in kind.
ZF: When I joined this company nearly five months ago, I never dreamt that we’d demand an arena of this size so quickly, but this company has only continued to surpass expectations, largely thanks to the support of folks like you. And, of course, it’s grown so much off the backs of stalwarts like Lenny here. Another round of applause for Lenny Grant, ladies and gentlemen!
There’s a short burst of applause from the audience, although many of them just seem to be confused by the request. Zack waves the microphone in front of Lenny, sarcastically trying to start a “speech” chant.
ZF: I’m just kidding, Lenny. Don’t let me keep you. I understand that your time is very valuable.
He flippantly waves Grant out of the ring.
ZF: But if it’s okay with you, I’m going to stick around a little bit longer with my friends here in Stockholm.
Cheap pop. Zack smiles.
ZF: You know, if I’m reading this right, it looks like the UnYielding Championship match is up next. Are we excited, folks?
Zack points to a display screen that is already advertising the match. That gets another rise from the crowd.
ZF: Me too. Me too. It’s right around the corner. In fact, it looks like it’s just about to start. I may be going over my pre-allocated time, folks, but don’t worry. Given that I’ve been so generous in sharing my TV time with Cross Recoba over the past few months that I assume he won’t mind returning the favor. And Zachariah Krahe? Well, it was my short but apparently formative UnYielding Championship reign that inspired Zach to become the fighting champion that he is today. My pupil would want me to be here to remind him what he’s fighting for. And so it’s here that I’ll stay.
Zack drops to the mat and rolls to the ring, approaching the timekeeper’s table, trading his microphone in for a steel chair. The fans collectively gasp in response, assuming that Zack might just snap again, but instead he casually strolls over to the guardrail and hops over, setting his chair in the aisle and taking a seat alongside the fans.
KO: This isn't good....
LO: I think it's great! Zack Fantana with a front row seat with his adoring public. Nothing wrong with that in my book!
KO: Are you really trying to tell me that you believe he's going to just sit there quietly while Zachariah Krahe and Cross Recoba duke it out for the UnYielding Championship....ESPECIALLY after what happened last show?
LO: I think Zack is done with the back and forth mess that's taken place over the course of this championship's birth, and is now focusing on the winner of this match to possibly challenge them at Equinox.
KO: Who said he deserves a rematch?
LO: I'm pretty sure the Valor Pro Faithful who've been watching this program, but either way.....we've got a Generic Ring Announcer with a Mic, and I say it's high time she earn her paycheck!
Ring Announcer: The Following contest is for the UnYielding Championship, 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 we've seen in recent weeks. The crowd responds with a chorus of boo's for the duo while Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience obnoxiously. He holds up the cane that caused so much trouble on the last Blitz to an even more venomous response from the fans, and he begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.
Ring Announcer: Introducing the challenger, 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 stepping right over to where Zack Fantana sits with the fans in the front row, and smugly holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. Fantana comes up to his feet dangerously, but Cross 'shoos' him away with a wave of his hand before handing the cane off to his valet and sliding into the ring. When he comes up, he struts around the ring, talking smack to the Swedish crowd who shout their hatred right back at him.
LO: Cross Recoba already has this arena in a fever pitch, and the match hasn't even started yet.
KO: Yeah, but I'm still more concerned about Zack Fantana being out here at ringside. What business is it of his who wins this match? He's just trying to cause a distraction...
LO: I'm less concerned about the presence of Zack Fantana as I am about that titanium cane coming into play. We all know what Cross can do with that, especially considering what happened last show.
KO: Whatever. Cross Recoba is a man of class, and that beautiful cane is a stylish accessory that exemplifies that.
LO: Are you kidding me, HE IS A SON OF A BI---
The debate can't continue as the lights in the arena dim and 'Beat the Devil’s Tattoo' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club fills the PA system. Several spotlights convert to hit the stage, and out saunters Zachariah Krahe, a rolled cigarette tucked behind his ear, and the UnYielding Championship around his waist. 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 taps the face plate of the title.
Ring Announcer: 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, and is the CURRENT UnYielding Champion, The Catalyst.....ZACHARIAH KRAHHHEEE!!
Krahe stares up into the ring at Cross Recoba, over to his valet and the cane, then finally to Zack Fantana. He lets a plume of smoke escape his lips, hanging in the air as lazily as his approach to ringside. Finally he butts the cigarette out on the steel steps and methodically climbs them to enter the ring. He reaches behind to unstrap the belt, and steps to the center where he holds it up in Fantana's direction, almost as if daring him to try and take it before turning it in Recoba's direction. Cross wastes no time stepping right out to the center to meet Krahe, and the two go nose to nose before the referee can even get the belt and pass it off to the time keeper.
LO: Zachariah Krahe has come here for a fight, Ken, and these two are already engaged and the bell hasn't even rung!
KO: This is a much anticipated rematch, Laur, but even so...that fool Krahe needs to show some respect to his employer.
LO: I'm pretty sure that dynamic of their relationship is done, as Caputo tries to get the two to separate so she can start the match...
The two men continue to jaw with one another when suddenly Recoba shakes his head, takes a step back like he's relenting, and then swings hard with a surprise right. Krahe, however, blocks it, and he fires in right hands of his own that send Cross sprawling into the ropes. Caputo quickly calls for the bell as Krahe takes Recoba by the wrist and whips him hard to the far side!
LO: Hot start to this one as Recoba makes his way back, and Krahe goes for a big discus clothesline, but Cross just baseball slides right between his legs to end up behind him!
KO: Krahe spins around, and Recoba with a NASTY European Uppercut that knocks Krahe back. Pulls him back in and catches him with another one that takes him down to one knee!
LO: Recoba lifting Krahe by the chin, and OH! Big right hand right down across the bridge of the mans nose sends Zachariah stumbling into the nearby corner...Cross is following him in!
Cross blasts The Catalyst with a massive chop that reverberates throughout the arena, and the fans cringe as he winds up and flesh meets flesh one more time. Much to Recoba's surprise, Krahe fires out of the corner with a boot to his gut, grabs him by either side of his head, and swings him around to where he's now in the corner. He answers the chops with several of his own, rapid firing his hand across The Fox's chest. Finally, he takes Cross by a fistful of hair and takes off with him in tow, all the way across to the opposite corner where he runs him face first into the top turnbuckle!
LO: Krahe is looking vicious here, spinning Cross around and just laying the boots to the man! Recoba's got nowhere to go but to a seated position!
KO: Yeah, and the ref is trying to get him out of the corner....administers a five count.....and Krahe finally backs off at four and a half....this guy's a freakin' psycho!
LO: Maybe he's just tired of all of the criticism he's received since laying down for The Fox after 7 Pillars. This is his chance to set the record straight, and perhaps find some measure of redemption.
KO: Are you kidding me, Laur. Do you think anyone is going to forget about that even if he beats Recoba here tonight? I'm looking at Zack Fantana right now, and he doesn't believe it!
Krahe steps back into Cross and snapmares him out of the corner to a seated position in the center of the ring. He rushes right past the man to get some spring from the ropes, and when he bounces back he sends his boot square into Recoba's face. The Fox snaps back to the canvas clutching his skull, and Krahe drops to hook the leg for a quick cover.
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LO: Recoba out at two, and Krahe is already pulling him up to his feet...hooks him around the head, and takes him back down HARD with a vertical suplex.
KO: No rest for the wicked, as The Catalyst is up quickly, hits off the ropes and comes back to deliver a high jumping elbow drop..OH! Cross Moved!
Krahe strikes nothing but canvas, but pops up quickly rubbing at his elbow. He doesn't get a chance to lament too much before Cross grabs him by the wrist, and takes him into a dragon twist of the arm. Krahe slaps his shoulder in discomfort, and Recoba supplies even more pressure by twisting through one more time. Before getting a chance at reversal, Cross pulls Zach into a shoulder thrust, impacting the twisted arm off of his own body. Krahe drops to a knee in surprise pain, but Recoba doesn't relent, pulling him to his feet to send his shoulder hurtling into the arm once again. This time it takes Krahe completely off his feet, and Recoba retains hold of the wrist, delivering a knee drop right into the insertion of the elbow. Krahe bucks and cries out in pain, clutching at his arm as he rolls to try and put distance between him and The Fox.
LO: That left limb is no stranger to injury thanks to Brodie, and who knows if Krahe will ever be the same again. What's worse, Cross Recoba knows it!
KO: That's right, The Fox zeroing in on the injured arm, laying stomps down into the shoulder all the way down to the elbow! Krahe has no other choice but to roll to the outside to escape the onslaught!
Krahe holds the injured arm up with his other, and turns back to the ring just in time to see Cross Recoba sailing over the ropes with his Million Lira drop kick. Krahe is sent hurtling towards the guard rail, crashing into the steel with sickening force. He looks up to see Zack Fantana reclined back in his chair, enjoying a beverage that one of the fans purchased for him, and he grins, toasting the man who took the UnYielding Championship off of him. Suddenly Krahe's head is yanked back by Recoba, and is sent lobbing forward to crash against the steel once more. Recoba gives Fantana a smug look, indicating that this could be him, before pulling Krahe off the guardrail and tossing him back into the ring. He promptly follows, rolling Krahe to the center of the ring before hooking the leg for a pin.
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LO: Krahe kicks out at two, and Recoba doesn't seem too concerned, lifting him up so that he can lock on an armbar!
KO: Zach isn't looking so hot here, as Cross really cranks on the arm to try and force a submission. I could be wrong, but I think it's a little early for that myself. He's going to have to grind Krahe down some more before he can get the tap.
LO: Maybe so, but this certainly will help to debilitate that arm, and we all know that Krahe depends heavily on his striking ability to see him through.
After a few moments Krahe rocks himself up to his knee which forces Cross to his feet. Slowly, but surely, he rocks a little more to get to his own vertical base, and uses his height advantage to leverage Cross against the ropes where the referee calls for the break. Cross quickly does, but not before peppering Krahe across the jaw, and then catching him in a drop-toe-hold that sends him sprawling towards the middle rope. This results in Krahe being draped across the steel cable, and Cross takes that opportunity to place his knee on the back of Krahe's shoulders and illegally choke him. Caputo is quick with the five count, and Cross backs off with a chuckle, pointing out at Zack Fantana, and saying, 'Watch this!'.
LO: Krahe is at Cross Recoba's mercies here, and now Cross to the opposite ropes for some spring....coming back in hot, and Dives To Crush Krahe's Throat Across The Middle Rope....KRAHE MOVED! KRAHE MOVED!
KO: And The Fox Just Crotched Himself On The Middle Rope!
Cross untangles himself from the ropes, mouth hanging open in shock and pain. He turns back to the interior of the ring, and is caught with a nasty sucker punch right to the jaw that sends him careening into the nearby corner. Krahe wades in now, rights and lefts opening up on Recoba who can barely react long enough to cover up. Just when it looks like he may be deflecting some of the blows, Krahe switches tactics, grabbing him on either side of the head by the ears, and laying in devastating headbutts. When the assault is over, Krahe steps back in satisfaction, and Recoba falls to a seated position against the middle turnbuckle, his nose pouring blood from the skull induced impact.
LO: It looks like Cross Recoba has a busted nose after those nasty headbutts from Krahe.
KO: Damn lucky if it isn't broken, Laur. And now what is Zach doing....he just stepped over to the adjacent corner.....AND RUSHES BACK IN WITH A BOOT THAT TAKES RECOBA'S FACE OFF!!!
The fans are on their feet as Krahe yanks Recoba up and out of the corner, leading him to the center of the ring only to boot him in the midsection, and then get a running bounce off the ropes only to come careening back in with a swinging neck breaker that slams Cross down to the mat. He slides over him for a pin, but his expression says he doesn't mind doling out more punishment if need be.
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LO: Thre-NO! Cross out at two and a half, and Zachariah Krahe jerks him back up to his feet and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Cross on his way back, and Krahe ducks the head for a BIG back body drop that sends Recoba crashing down to the mat!
KO: Good God! He was in the rafters!
LO: Krahe with a little bounce from the ropes, and HIGH Jumping Knee Drop comes right down into Recoba's skull.....another cover from the UnYielding Champion!
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LO: THREe-NO! Recoba barely got the shoulder up, and that count even brought Zack Fantana out of his seat!
The camera pans over to the former champion who sits back down beside his fans, intently watching the action unfold. Krahe pulls Cross up to his feet, and shoves him over into the nearby corner. He places his head under the mans arm, and then lifts him up so that he's sitting on the top turnbuckle. The fans begin to cheer as Krahe joins him by stepping up to the second ropes, and moves to hook him around the head. Just as he attempts to take him over, Cross hooks his feet on the ropes, preventing the superplex. Krahe frustrated, tries again, and getting the same result, pushes Cross back so that he can pepper him with a few rights in order to convince him. Recoba, however, beats him to the punch. Right after right into the ribs cause Krahe to step down from the second, and that is when The Fox grabs him by his bad arm, and delivers a nasty looking tornado arm breaker followed by the hook of the leg.
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LO: THREe-NO! Zachariah Krahe somehow managed to kick out at the last second, but that doesn't change the fact that he might have a broken arm thanks to Cross Recoba!
KO: And Recoba now pulls Krahe off the canvas, and scoops him up on his shoulder....what's he going to do here?
LO: Recoba driving Krahe shoulder first right across his knee in a shoulder breaker, and now shoves him over onto his stomach and has him locked into a reverse armbar!
Krahe cries out in pain, and Cross emphatically looks over at the ref and screams, 'Ask Him Ref! Ask him!' while The Catalyst shakes his head vehemently 'No'. This causes Recoba to reach up and lace his fingers through Krahe's, twisting the arm while still pulling back on the arm. Krahe lets out a yelp, grinding his face into the mat to try and block out the damage being done to his injured arm and shoulder. He reaches out with his free hand, and claws at the mat while pushing with his feet to bring him closer to the ropes, but they remain just out of reach. Finally, after nearly a full minute in the hold, and the stadium clapping him along thanks to Zack Fantana starting the antic, Krahe finally manages to grab hold of the bottom rope. The ref signals for Recoba to release the hold, but The Fox defiantly yanks back even harder, forcing a five count that he lets go of at four and three quarters.
LO: The ref having some harsh words with Cross Recoba, who sneers in her face while reaching down to pull Krahe to his feet. He drags him back out to the center of the ring, and scoops him right up and back down with a body slam.
KO: Cross stepping out onto the ring apron, and it looks like he's going to go for a high risk maneuver here, Laur. The Fox is so gifted! A master of submissions, and not afraid to go to the top. Zack Fantana should take notes!
LO: Don't worry, Ken, he is. That way when these two face off again, he'll know all The Fox's tricks and run him to ground!
Cross reaches the top rope, and stands to his full height, arrogantly signaling to Fantana that this one's for him. He sails from his perch flawlessly, legs sailing out behind him as his elbow extends to land at the center of Krahe's chest. Or it would have, if Zachariah hadn't managed to roll out of the way at the last second. Instead, Recoba's elbow and side ricochet's off the canvas, and he clutches at his own arm in surprise pain. Krahe slowly rises up behind him, his face a mask of building rage as he massages the shoulder that has taken so much damage, both here and then. As Recoba turns around his head is taken off with a vicious clothesline, the impact popping him right back up only to be driven down again with another one.
LO: Recoba being rag-tagged here by Krahe, and he's much slower to rise, but Krahe is right there to help him, pushing him into the ropes and then sending him off....
KO: Cross on his way back now, and OH! BIG SPEAR FROM ZACHARIAH KRAHE CUTS RECOBA IN HALF!
Krahe scoots over after the devastating maneuver, but instead of going for the cover he mounts Recoba, pinning his shoulders to the mat with his knee's and driving lead like fists right down into the mans unprotected face. The referee moves to try and get him to relent, but Krahe keeps going, forcing her to count him down as well. At about four, he lets up, but blood pours freely now from the busted forehead of Cross Recoba.
LO: Oh man, that's not a light trickle....Cross Recoba wears a crimson mask thanks to Zachariah Krahe, who just signaled to the crowd that this one is OVER!
KO: Did you see that exchange of glances between Krahe and Fantana.....man, this whole situation is heating up!
Krahe positions himself near the ropes just off to the side of Recoba, who slowly rises, blood dribbling down from the gash on his forehead down onto his chest. His slow turn towards Krahe is drama filled as The Catalyst taps the mat with his foot, ready to pull the trigger as soon as Cross is in position. He finally finds the mark, and in a burst of speed Zachariah zooms forward, leaving his feet and leading the charge with his Busaiku Knee. To everyone's disbelieve Cross dives into a low roll that narrowly avoids the attack, but when he pops up to his feet he's woozy, and falls back into the nearby corner. Krahe comes up, shaking the pain off from his shoulder, and turns to find his prey. He snarls before rushing in, and that's when Cross throws both feet up, catching Krahe square in the chest, and riding him all the way down into a double stomp that crushes him into the mat. Cross quickly steps back to where he stands at Krahe's feet, pulls his legs up like he might be going for Garibaldi's Guillotine, but seeing his ring position, instead folds Krahe's lower body on top of his upper body, and places all of his body weight on the back of The Catalyst's knees for a pin.
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Cross throws both feet backwards to land on the middle ropes, giving him illegal leverage.
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3!!!
LO: OH MY GOD!
KO: THE CURSE CONTINUES! CROSS RECOBA IS A TWO TIME UNYIELDING CHAMPION!!!
LO: But...But....HE CHEATED! HIS FEET WERE BLATANTLY ON THE ROPES!
KO: Ref was out of position, Laur. Ruling stands!
Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall....and NEW UNYIELDING CHAMPION....CROSS RECOBBBAAAA!!
Cross is out of the ring in an instant as Zachariah Krahe sits up wild eyed, mouthing the words, 'You Son Of A Bitch'. The referee doesn't get a chance to raise Recoba's hand, as he has already made it over to the time keepers table and scooped the Championship into his grasp. He clutches it to his chest as he gives direction to his valet, who seems a little grossed out by all the blood, to get the hell out of here. As Zachariah Krahe tries to explain to the referee the misdeed, Cross gives a bloody grin to the crowd, nodding as if he knew all along this outcome. Just as he turns to head up the ramp, he stops dead in his tracks, finding the way blocked by Zack Fantana. A sour expression comes across his face, visible despite the blood, and he snarls an insult at the man whose name the fans are now chanting.
LO: Cross Recoba is caught out here between Fantana on the ramp, and Krahe in the ring....and he doesn't have anywhere to go!
KO: This isn't right, Laur! The man is our new UnYielding Champion, and just went through hell to get it! He deserves some respect!
LO: Cross Recoba is a low down slime ball that might just get exactly what he deserves here tonight!
Just as Krahe drops down out of the ring to box Recoba in even more, security arrives on the scene to block the three competitors off from each other. A gruff voice comes across the loud speaker, yelling at someone backstage.
Unknown Voice: Turn this god damn thing on...
2nd Unknown Voice: It already is, sir.....
Unknown Voice: Good....then get the hell out of my way!
From behind the curtain steps the grizzled Lead Booker of VPW, Dugan Callahan, microphone in hand and an exasperated expression on his face. He raises an accusatory finger at all three, who have now turned their attention to the stage where the burly veteran presides.
Dugan Callahan: You three sumbitches have been at this for too God Damn Long! The UnYielding Championship was meant to build some fresh competition, but instead it has you three chasing after each other night after night because I have no other choice after some of the shit you all have pulled. So how about we finish this thing? Winner take all!
The crowd pops huge at the news, and Dugan, not having been popped in a very long time, takes in the crowd before returning his attention to the three wrestlers.
DC: So at Equinox, Cross Recoba will put the UnYielding Championship on the line, against both Zachariah Krahe and Zack Fantana in a triple threat match!
The fans pop again, while Recoba vehemently shakes his head 'No', protesting loudly. Dugan, however, just waves his finger out in front of him, signaling that announcement isn't all.
DC: And since you boys have been clambering and climbing all over each other every damn show.....How about we make that Triple Threat Match a Ladder Match!
The roof nearly blows off the building as Callahan drops the mic matter-of-factly, and then turns to disappear behind the curtain. Zack Fantana turns to look at Cross Recoba with a satisfied grin, while The Fox continues to appear beside himself. Meanwhile, Zachariah Krahe takes the news in stride, realizing that it just might be him who gets the last laugh in all of this after all.
LO: Huge news about the UnYielding Championship, Ken. Ole' Dugan looked pretty good out here, think he might still be able to lay in a pretty good show.
KO: Oh please! That dinosaur better know his place, and stay his ass back at production! I mean....THIS isn't fair, Laur! Cross Recoba shouldn't have to defend his title in such a dangerous manner so soon after winning the championship!
LO: Well, you know, it is a belt that must be defended every show. Thus the name UnYielding...
KO: Yeah, yeah, but a Triple Threat Ladder Match! Do the math....the odds of him retaining are stacked against him!
LO: I know. Isn't it great?
KO: Whatever! Can we cut to the back or something. I need time to process this travesty of injustice against our new champion...
COOPER: I’m not asking anyone to feel sorry for me. We all know that I asked for this. I wanted all of the smoke. I wanted every single challenge I could get and I wanted to be the very best that Valor had to offer. I wanted to be champion. And now I go outside of these walls and… i’ve failed one too many times. So maybe… maybe I need to get back to my roots. Maybe I need to keep my mouth shut and work. Because, try as I might. I’ve never won a major world title before. I’ve never been THE guy before…
LO: I think it's great! Zack Fantana with a front row seat with his adoring public. Nothing wrong with that in my book!
KO: Are you really trying to tell me that you believe he's going to just sit there quietly while Zachariah Krahe and Cross Recoba duke it out for the UnYielding Championship....ESPECIALLY after what happened last show?
LO: I think Zack is done with the back and forth mess that's taken place over the course of this championship's birth, and is now focusing on the winner of this match to possibly challenge them at Equinox.
KO: Who said he deserves a rematch?
LO: I'm pretty sure the Valor Pro Faithful who've been watching this program, but either way.....we've got a Generic Ring Announcer with a Mic, and I say it's high time she earn her paycheck!
Ring Announcer: The Following contest is for the UnYielding Championship, 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 we've seen in recent weeks. The crowd responds with a chorus of boo's for the duo while Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience obnoxiously. He holds up the cane that caused so much trouble on the last Blitz to an even more venomous response from the fans, and he begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.
Ring Announcer: Introducing the challenger, 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 stepping right over to where Zack Fantana sits with the fans in the front row, and smugly holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. Fantana comes up to his feet dangerously, but Cross 'shoos' him away with a wave of his hand before handing the cane off to his valet and sliding into the ring. When he comes up, he struts around the ring, talking smack to the Swedish crowd who shout their hatred right back at him.
LO: Cross Recoba already has this arena in a fever pitch, and the match hasn't even started yet.
KO: Yeah, but I'm still more concerned about Zack Fantana being out here at ringside. What business is it of his who wins this match? He's just trying to cause a distraction...
LO: I'm less concerned about the presence of Zack Fantana as I am about that titanium cane coming into play. We all know what Cross can do with that, especially considering what happened last show.
KO: Whatever. Cross Recoba is a man of class, and that beautiful cane is a stylish accessory that exemplifies that.
LO: Are you kidding me, HE IS A SON OF A BI---
The debate can't continue as the lights in the arena dim and 'Beat the Devil’s Tattoo' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club fills the PA system. Several spotlights convert to hit the stage, and out saunters Zachariah Krahe, a rolled cigarette tucked behind his ear, and the UnYielding Championship around his waist. 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 taps the face plate of the title.
Ring Announcer: 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, and is the CURRENT UnYielding Champion, The Catalyst.....ZACHARIAH KRAHHHEEE!!
Krahe stares up into the ring at Cross Recoba, over to his valet and the cane, then finally to Zack Fantana. He lets a plume of smoke escape his lips, hanging in the air as lazily as his approach to ringside. Finally he butts the cigarette out on the steel steps and methodically climbs them to enter the ring. He reaches behind to unstrap the belt, and steps to the center where he holds it up in Fantana's direction, almost as if daring him to try and take it before turning it in Recoba's direction. Cross wastes no time stepping right out to the center to meet Krahe, and the two go nose to nose before the referee can even get the belt and pass it off to the time keeper.
LO: Zachariah Krahe has come here for a fight, Ken, and these two are already engaged and the bell hasn't even rung!
KO: This is a much anticipated rematch, Laur, but even so...that fool Krahe needs to show some respect to his employer.
LO: I'm pretty sure that dynamic of their relationship is done, as Caputo tries to get the two to separate so she can start the match...
The two men continue to jaw with one another when suddenly Recoba shakes his head, takes a step back like he's relenting, and then swings hard with a surprise right. Krahe, however, blocks it, and he fires in right hands of his own that send Cross sprawling into the ropes. Caputo quickly calls for the bell as Krahe takes Recoba by the wrist and whips him hard to the far side!
LO: Hot start to this one as Recoba makes his way back, and Krahe goes for a big discus clothesline, but Cross just baseball slides right between his legs to end up behind him!
KO: Krahe spins around, and Recoba with a NASTY European Uppercut that knocks Krahe back. Pulls him back in and catches him with another one that takes him down to one knee!
LO: Recoba lifting Krahe by the chin, and OH! Big right hand right down across the bridge of the mans nose sends Zachariah stumbling into the nearby corner...Cross is following him in!
Cross blasts The Catalyst with a massive chop that reverberates throughout the arena, and the fans cringe as he winds up and flesh meets flesh one more time. Much to Recoba's surprise, Krahe fires out of the corner with a boot to his gut, grabs him by either side of his head, and swings him around to where he's now in the corner. He answers the chops with several of his own, rapid firing his hand across The Fox's chest. Finally, he takes Cross by a fistful of hair and takes off with him in tow, all the way across to the opposite corner where he runs him face first into the top turnbuckle!
LO: Krahe is looking vicious here, spinning Cross around and just laying the boots to the man! Recoba's got nowhere to go but to a seated position!
KO: Yeah, and the ref is trying to get him out of the corner....administers a five count.....and Krahe finally backs off at four and a half....this guy's a freakin' psycho!
LO: Maybe he's just tired of all of the criticism he's received since laying down for The Fox after 7 Pillars. This is his chance to set the record straight, and perhaps find some measure of redemption.
KO: Are you kidding me, Laur. Do you think anyone is going to forget about that even if he beats Recoba here tonight? I'm looking at Zack Fantana right now, and he doesn't believe it!
Krahe steps back into Cross and snapmares him out of the corner to a seated position in the center of the ring. He rushes right past the man to get some spring from the ropes, and when he bounces back he sends his boot square into Recoba's face. The Fox snaps back to the canvas clutching his skull, and Krahe drops to hook the leg for a quick cover.
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2...
LO: Recoba out at two, and Krahe is already pulling him up to his feet...hooks him around the head, and takes him back down HARD with a vertical suplex.
KO: No rest for the wicked, as The Catalyst is up quickly, hits off the ropes and comes back to deliver a high jumping elbow drop..OH! Cross Moved!
Krahe strikes nothing but canvas, but pops up quickly rubbing at his elbow. He doesn't get a chance to lament too much before Cross grabs him by the wrist, and takes him into a dragon twist of the arm. Krahe slaps his shoulder in discomfort, and Recoba supplies even more pressure by twisting through one more time. Before getting a chance at reversal, Cross pulls Zach into a shoulder thrust, impacting the twisted arm off of his own body. Krahe drops to a knee in surprise pain, but Recoba doesn't relent, pulling him to his feet to send his shoulder hurtling into the arm once again. This time it takes Krahe completely off his feet, and Recoba retains hold of the wrist, delivering a knee drop right into the insertion of the elbow. Krahe bucks and cries out in pain, clutching at his arm as he rolls to try and put distance between him and The Fox.
LO: That left limb is no stranger to injury thanks to Brodie, and who knows if Krahe will ever be the same again. What's worse, Cross Recoba knows it!
KO: That's right, The Fox zeroing in on the injured arm, laying stomps down into the shoulder all the way down to the elbow! Krahe has no other choice but to roll to the outside to escape the onslaught!
Krahe holds the injured arm up with his other, and turns back to the ring just in time to see Cross Recoba sailing over the ropes with his Million Lira drop kick. Krahe is sent hurtling towards the guard rail, crashing into the steel with sickening force. He looks up to see Zack Fantana reclined back in his chair, enjoying a beverage that one of the fans purchased for him, and he grins, toasting the man who took the UnYielding Championship off of him. Suddenly Krahe's head is yanked back by Recoba, and is sent lobbing forward to crash against the steel once more. Recoba gives Fantana a smug look, indicating that this could be him, before pulling Krahe off the guardrail and tossing him back into the ring. He promptly follows, rolling Krahe to the center of the ring before hooking the leg for a pin.
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LO: Krahe kicks out at two, and Recoba doesn't seem too concerned, lifting him up so that he can lock on an armbar!
KO: Zach isn't looking so hot here, as Cross really cranks on the arm to try and force a submission. I could be wrong, but I think it's a little early for that myself. He's going to have to grind Krahe down some more before he can get the tap.
LO: Maybe so, but this certainly will help to debilitate that arm, and we all know that Krahe depends heavily on his striking ability to see him through.
After a few moments Krahe rocks himself up to his knee which forces Cross to his feet. Slowly, but surely, he rocks a little more to get to his own vertical base, and uses his height advantage to leverage Cross against the ropes where the referee calls for the break. Cross quickly does, but not before peppering Krahe across the jaw, and then catching him in a drop-toe-hold that sends him sprawling towards the middle rope. This results in Krahe being draped across the steel cable, and Cross takes that opportunity to place his knee on the back of Krahe's shoulders and illegally choke him. Caputo is quick with the five count, and Cross backs off with a chuckle, pointing out at Zack Fantana, and saying, 'Watch this!'.
LO: Krahe is at Cross Recoba's mercies here, and now Cross to the opposite ropes for some spring....coming back in hot, and Dives To Crush Krahe's Throat Across The Middle Rope....KRAHE MOVED! KRAHE MOVED!
KO: And The Fox Just Crotched Himself On The Middle Rope!
Cross untangles himself from the ropes, mouth hanging open in shock and pain. He turns back to the interior of the ring, and is caught with a nasty sucker punch right to the jaw that sends him careening into the nearby corner. Krahe wades in now, rights and lefts opening up on Recoba who can barely react long enough to cover up. Just when it looks like he may be deflecting some of the blows, Krahe switches tactics, grabbing him on either side of the head by the ears, and laying in devastating headbutts. When the assault is over, Krahe steps back in satisfaction, and Recoba falls to a seated position against the middle turnbuckle, his nose pouring blood from the skull induced impact.
LO: It looks like Cross Recoba has a busted nose after those nasty headbutts from Krahe.
KO: Damn lucky if it isn't broken, Laur. And now what is Zach doing....he just stepped over to the adjacent corner.....AND RUSHES BACK IN WITH A BOOT THAT TAKES RECOBA'S FACE OFF!!!
The fans are on their feet as Krahe yanks Recoba up and out of the corner, leading him to the center of the ring only to boot him in the midsection, and then get a running bounce off the ropes only to come careening back in with a swinging neck breaker that slams Cross down to the mat. He slides over him for a pin, but his expression says he doesn't mind doling out more punishment if need be.
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LO: Thre-NO! Cross out at two and a half, and Zachariah Krahe jerks him back up to his feet and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Cross on his way back, and Krahe ducks the head for a BIG back body drop that sends Recoba crashing down to the mat!
KO: Good God! He was in the rafters!
LO: Krahe with a little bounce from the ropes, and HIGH Jumping Knee Drop comes right down into Recoba's skull.....another cover from the UnYielding Champion!
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2...
LO: THREe-NO! Recoba barely got the shoulder up, and that count even brought Zack Fantana out of his seat!
The camera pans over to the former champion who sits back down beside his fans, intently watching the action unfold. Krahe pulls Cross up to his feet, and shoves him over into the nearby corner. He places his head under the mans arm, and then lifts him up so that he's sitting on the top turnbuckle. The fans begin to cheer as Krahe joins him by stepping up to the second ropes, and moves to hook him around the head. Just as he attempts to take him over, Cross hooks his feet on the ropes, preventing the superplex. Krahe frustrated, tries again, and getting the same result, pushes Cross back so that he can pepper him with a few rights in order to convince him. Recoba, however, beats him to the punch. Right after right into the ribs cause Krahe to step down from the second, and that is when The Fox grabs him by his bad arm, and delivers a nasty looking tornado arm breaker followed by the hook of the leg.
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2...
LO: THREe-NO! Zachariah Krahe somehow managed to kick out at the last second, but that doesn't change the fact that he might have a broken arm thanks to Cross Recoba!
KO: And Recoba now pulls Krahe off the canvas, and scoops him up on his shoulder....what's he going to do here?
LO: Recoba driving Krahe shoulder first right across his knee in a shoulder breaker, and now shoves him over onto his stomach and has him locked into a reverse armbar!
Krahe cries out in pain, and Cross emphatically looks over at the ref and screams, 'Ask Him Ref! Ask him!' while The Catalyst shakes his head vehemently 'No'. This causes Recoba to reach up and lace his fingers through Krahe's, twisting the arm while still pulling back on the arm. Krahe lets out a yelp, grinding his face into the mat to try and block out the damage being done to his injured arm and shoulder. He reaches out with his free hand, and claws at the mat while pushing with his feet to bring him closer to the ropes, but they remain just out of reach. Finally, after nearly a full minute in the hold, and the stadium clapping him along thanks to Zack Fantana starting the antic, Krahe finally manages to grab hold of the bottom rope. The ref signals for Recoba to release the hold, but The Fox defiantly yanks back even harder, forcing a five count that he lets go of at four and three quarters.
LO: The ref having some harsh words with Cross Recoba, who sneers in her face while reaching down to pull Krahe to his feet. He drags him back out to the center of the ring, and scoops him right up and back down with a body slam.
KO: Cross stepping out onto the ring apron, and it looks like he's going to go for a high risk maneuver here, Laur. The Fox is so gifted! A master of submissions, and not afraid to go to the top. Zack Fantana should take notes!
LO: Don't worry, Ken, he is. That way when these two face off again, he'll know all The Fox's tricks and run him to ground!
Cross reaches the top rope, and stands to his full height, arrogantly signaling to Fantana that this one's for him. He sails from his perch flawlessly, legs sailing out behind him as his elbow extends to land at the center of Krahe's chest. Or it would have, if Zachariah hadn't managed to roll out of the way at the last second. Instead, Recoba's elbow and side ricochet's off the canvas, and he clutches at his own arm in surprise pain. Krahe slowly rises up behind him, his face a mask of building rage as he massages the shoulder that has taken so much damage, both here and then. As Recoba turns around his head is taken off with a vicious clothesline, the impact popping him right back up only to be driven down again with another one.
LO: Recoba being rag-tagged here by Krahe, and he's much slower to rise, but Krahe is right there to help him, pushing him into the ropes and then sending him off....
KO: Cross on his way back now, and OH! BIG SPEAR FROM ZACHARIAH KRAHE CUTS RECOBA IN HALF!
Krahe scoots over after the devastating maneuver, but instead of going for the cover he mounts Recoba, pinning his shoulders to the mat with his knee's and driving lead like fists right down into the mans unprotected face. The referee moves to try and get him to relent, but Krahe keeps going, forcing her to count him down as well. At about four, he lets up, but blood pours freely now from the busted forehead of Cross Recoba.
LO: Oh man, that's not a light trickle....Cross Recoba wears a crimson mask thanks to Zachariah Krahe, who just signaled to the crowd that this one is OVER!
KO: Did you see that exchange of glances between Krahe and Fantana.....man, this whole situation is heating up!
Krahe positions himself near the ropes just off to the side of Recoba, who slowly rises, blood dribbling down from the gash on his forehead down onto his chest. His slow turn towards Krahe is drama filled as The Catalyst taps the mat with his foot, ready to pull the trigger as soon as Cross is in position. He finally finds the mark, and in a burst of speed Zachariah zooms forward, leaving his feet and leading the charge with his Busaiku Knee. To everyone's disbelieve Cross dives into a low roll that narrowly avoids the attack, but when he pops up to his feet he's woozy, and falls back into the nearby corner. Krahe comes up, shaking the pain off from his shoulder, and turns to find his prey. He snarls before rushing in, and that's when Cross throws both feet up, catching Krahe square in the chest, and riding him all the way down into a double stomp that crushes him into the mat. Cross quickly steps back to where he stands at Krahe's feet, pulls his legs up like he might be going for Garibaldi's Guillotine, but seeing his ring position, instead folds Krahe's lower body on top of his upper body, and places all of his body weight on the back of The Catalyst's knees for a pin.
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Cross throws both feet backwards to land on the middle ropes, giving him illegal leverage.
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3!!!
LO: OH MY GOD!
KO: THE CURSE CONTINUES! CROSS RECOBA IS A TWO TIME UNYIELDING CHAMPION!!!
LO: But...But....HE CHEATED! HIS FEET WERE BLATANTLY ON THE ROPES!
KO: Ref was out of position, Laur. Ruling stands!
Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall....and NEW UNYIELDING CHAMPION....CROSS RECOBBBAAAA!!
Cross is out of the ring in an instant as Zachariah Krahe sits up wild eyed, mouthing the words, 'You Son Of A Bitch'. The referee doesn't get a chance to raise Recoba's hand, as he has already made it over to the time keepers table and scooped the Championship into his grasp. He clutches it to his chest as he gives direction to his valet, who seems a little grossed out by all the blood, to get the hell out of here. As Zachariah Krahe tries to explain to the referee the misdeed, Cross gives a bloody grin to the crowd, nodding as if he knew all along this outcome. Just as he turns to head up the ramp, he stops dead in his tracks, finding the way blocked by Zack Fantana. A sour expression comes across his face, visible despite the blood, and he snarls an insult at the man whose name the fans are now chanting.
LO: Cross Recoba is caught out here between Fantana on the ramp, and Krahe in the ring....and he doesn't have anywhere to go!
KO: This isn't right, Laur! The man is our new UnYielding Champion, and just went through hell to get it! He deserves some respect!
LO: Cross Recoba is a low down slime ball that might just get exactly what he deserves here tonight!
Just as Krahe drops down out of the ring to box Recoba in even more, security arrives on the scene to block the three competitors off from each other. A gruff voice comes across the loud speaker, yelling at someone backstage.
Unknown Voice: Turn this god damn thing on...
2nd Unknown Voice: It already is, sir.....
Unknown Voice: Good....then get the hell out of my way!
From behind the curtain steps the grizzled Lead Booker of VPW, Dugan Callahan, microphone in hand and an exasperated expression on his face. He raises an accusatory finger at all three, who have now turned their attention to the stage where the burly veteran presides.
Dugan Callahan: You three sumbitches have been at this for too God Damn Long! The UnYielding Championship was meant to build some fresh competition, but instead it has you three chasing after each other night after night because I have no other choice after some of the shit you all have pulled. So how about we finish this thing? Winner take all!
The crowd pops huge at the news, and Dugan, not having been popped in a very long time, takes in the crowd before returning his attention to the three wrestlers.
DC: So at Equinox, Cross Recoba will put the UnYielding Championship on the line, against both Zachariah Krahe and Zack Fantana in a triple threat match!
The fans pop again, while Recoba vehemently shakes his head 'No', protesting loudly. Dugan, however, just waves his finger out in front of him, signaling that announcement isn't all.
DC: And since you boys have been clambering and climbing all over each other every damn show.....How about we make that Triple Threat Match a Ladder Match!
The roof nearly blows off the building as Callahan drops the mic matter-of-factly, and then turns to disappear behind the curtain. Zack Fantana turns to look at Cross Recoba with a satisfied grin, while The Fox continues to appear beside himself. Meanwhile, Zachariah Krahe takes the news in stride, realizing that it just might be him who gets the last laugh in all of this after all.
LO: Huge news about the UnYielding Championship, Ken. Ole' Dugan looked pretty good out here, think he might still be able to lay in a pretty good show.
KO: Oh please! That dinosaur better know his place, and stay his ass back at production! I mean....THIS isn't fair, Laur! Cross Recoba shouldn't have to defend his title in such a dangerous manner so soon after winning the championship!
LO: Well, you know, it is a belt that must be defended every show. Thus the name UnYielding...
KO: Yeah, yeah, but a Triple Threat Ladder Match! Do the math....the odds of him retaining are stacked against him!
LO: I know. Isn't it great?
KO: Whatever! Can we cut to the back or something. I need time to process this travesty of injustice against our new champion...
Cosmo bounced around before his match as he spoke.
COOPER: I’ve been the guy that you bring in for a draw or a pop. But that’s only going to last a while. Once the new wears off, you’ve got to earn it. I don’t feel like the new has worn off in Valor, but I know what is happening around the world in the ring is bound to happen in Valor if I don’t step up my game. And I have a chance to lead this little island of Misfit toys to a victory… and goddamn it. That’s what I’m going to try my best to do.
His shoulders lifted and then dropped back into place.
COOPER: And if I fail. God help Brennan Devlin when I get him in the ring one on one.
Cosmo nodded and walked away towards the ring.
Main Event
{Feudamania Six Man Tag Match}
Ring Announcer: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING, and is the FEUDAMANIA SIX MAN TAG MATCH!!!
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. Before she can even enter the ring, the music is suddenly replaced by 'Viktoria Modesta' by Prototype. 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 stalks at the top of the ramp, seemingly unhappy to have to rely on another tag team situation in her trek to Equinox.
Ring Announcer: And her tag team partner, standing at five foot eleven and weighting in at 150 pounds, hailing from New York, New York...she is the 'Submission Machine'.....BRODDIIIEEE!!!
Brodie comes to a pause at the top of the ramp to regard Roxi Johnson with a baleful stare, before screaming out a warriors call, and rushing down to the ring. She slides in under the bottom rope, popping up and shrugging out of her leathers as she stares a hole into Roxi Johnson, who keeps a keen eye on her 'partner' as well. Neither lady gets much time to think about it before 'Lifted' by CL comes through the arenas speakers. Both turn towards the stage as gold lights begin to flash along with the finger snaps across the stage. The fans are already on their feet by the time Cosmo Cooper comes tearing through the curtain, one hand holding his hat on while the other one is placed over his crotch. He comes to a stop right before the ramp, running in place, before stopping in a perfect pose, head snapping up with a confident grin. The hand on his hat flashes out and the hat goes sailing into the crowd, as he hypes them up with a few hand gestures before striding down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And their final tag team partner..standing at six foot two and weighting in at 232 pounds....hailing from Santa Rosa, California...He is the #1 Contender to the Apex Champion, the General Managers 'Champion of Choice'....'THE GRAPS JESUS' COSMO COOOOOPPPPPEERRRR!!
Cosmo reaches ringside, and comes to a pause to regard to the two women that will serve as his partners here tonight. Roxi gives a half smile, lifting her head at him in greeting, while Brodie's dark orbs look like they are trying to penetrate him all the way to his insides just to see his gory center. Cosmo comically shudders, and looks out at the crowd with a mocking big gulp before taking the steps two at a time to the apron, and then swings into the ring, running right past the ladies to chest bump the top rope with his hands out at his sides. He confidently nods along with the music until it fades, and then he falls back into their corner, confering with Roxi Johnson as Brodie stalks back and forth like a caged animal.
LO: Wow....these three....well, I think Roxi and Cosmo will get along in this contest, but whose to say with Brodie.
KO: What can you say? Brodie doesn't work well with others, and yet she is continually being put in these situations, almost as if someone out there is trying to see if the woman will finally come unglued. Isn't she crazy enough?
LO: Good question, but the focal point of her rage for the past several months will be on the opposing team at least, and that may just stave her off from destroying her own partners.
KO: One could only hope....
There is no more room for discussion as "The Heart Asks Pleasure First" by Michael Nyman sends the sound of piano humming through the arena. The fans instantly turn a chorus of boo's towards the entrance way as Davy Blossom appears at the top of the ramp, the lovely Elegance at his side, though she's wearing a neck brace. He pauses to kiss her hand before placing it back on his arm, and the two give royalty waves as they make their way down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And introducing their first 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 Squared Circle's Orchid', 'The Dandy Of The Ring', 'The Dewdrop of Wrestling'....DAVY BLOSSSOMMMM!!
Davy leads Elegance over to his teams corner, and massages her shoulders to the sound of hatred being thrown at him from the crowd. His music is suddenly cut short, and his eyes narrow in annoyance as he looks up the rampway to see whose next. '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 his 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 Roxi, Cosmo, and finally settling her focus on Brodie. The Submission Machine doesn't look like she will be able to hold back, cocking her head and nodding along with the unseen voice giving her directions. Just as Zombie drops down in her teams corner, casting a glance back at the impossible Davy Blossom, 'Scandroid' by Salvation Code fills the arena, the lights around the stage pulsing blindingly fast when the first robotic voice kicks in. Pyro suddenly flashes, and out of the smoke slinks Brennan Devlin, his head held high in confidence, a cocky grin on his face as he stops at the top of the stage. He runs his fingers down his chest, and then flashes his hands out to his sides soaking in the mixed reaction he receives.
Ring Announcer: And their final partner, standing at six foot one and weighting in at 230 pounds...hailing from San Andreas, California....'THE FACE OF WRESTLING' BRENNAN DEVLINNNN!!!
Devlin's arms drop to his side as he saunters down to the ring, jawing at the fans, pointing at himself as he tells them that he's the best in the world. Finally, reaching ringside, he pauses at the bottom of the ramp to give the Blossom's a sidelong glance and then chuckles, hoping up onto the apron, and then leaping right over the top rope to come to a dead stop in the ring. He catches on to the friction between Zombie and Brodie immediately, and then spies his own rival leaning in the corner, munching on some popcorn provided by a fan in the front row, and giving him a cheeky wave. Brennan's face turns up in a scowl at being mocked, and he stalks forward just in time to run into the protesting referee that convinces him to wait for the match.
LO: I wonder if it would be safe to say that Cosmo Cooper and Brennan Devlin are their respective teams captains in this venture? If so, I think they are going to have their hands full considering the cast of characters that have been selected to be their teammates.
KO: Are you kidding me, Laur? This is great! We are guaranteed to see this entire thing explode at some point or another, not to mention, we might even get the chance to see some first time match ups within the company?
LO: That's true, Ken....this is definitely a powder keg combo that could create some new rivalries right here tonight...
KO: Exactly, so why don't we just kick back, put up our feet, and enjoy the mayhem....cause there's the bell, and it's Go time!
Cosmo has convinced his team that he should start the match, and Roxi shrugs while Brodie begrudgingly steps onto the apron, still staring daggers at the man. He shakes his head awkwardly and turns to face the opposing corner. Zombie and Blossom are on the outside, and Brennan is grinning, telling them that he's got this, when he turns to spy Cosmo staring across at him. He nods his head as if this were apropo, wringing out his hands as the two begin to circle. Suddenly, Devlin back peddles back to his corner, and tags Siberia Zombie on the shoulder, who gives The Face of Wrestling a surprised look. Brennan slips out to the apron, and signals she should get in the ring, and then flips Cosmo off with a confident grin as the fans all boo.
LO: What the hell was that all about? Is Devlin afraid of Cosmo?
KO: Come on Laur, if Brennan was afraid of the man he wouldn't have crashed the party last show to get added to the Apex title picture. This is called psychology.....he's getting in the head of Cosmo Cooper!
LO: Maybe, but it certainly doesn't look like it is having any effect on Cosmo who locks up with Siberia in the center of the ring.
The much larger Cosmo digs into the mat, forcing Siberia back into a neutral corner, and the Caputo wedges herself between the two as Cosmo holds his hands up in the air for a clean break. He grins at Siberia who looks up at him defiantly, and he blows her a kiss as he back peddles to the center of the ring. His eyes go wide, however, as Siberia storms out of the corner and takes him down to the mat with a running forearm. Cosmo bounces up quickly, and Siberia swings and misses as he stumbles back to into his corner holding his jaw. Before he can even collect himself a hard slap to the back by Brodie brings her into the ring, and the two women charge right for one another, fists a flying.
LO: NOW BUSINESS HAS PICKED UP! Brodie and Zombie trading blow for blow in the center of the ring, and Cooper steps to the outside watching in wonderment along with everyone else!
KO: These women are crazy! They aren't going to make it to Equinox....
Brodie finds herself losing in a straight up fist-o-cuffs with Zombie, and she's hammered all the way to the ropes by the Siberian Buzzsaw. Zombie takes her by the wrist and whips her to the far side, but Brodie reverses it, and Siberia is sent hurtling instead. Zombie comes off the ropes and ducks a sledgehammer like swing to bounce off the ropes once more. On her way back it's Brodie's turn to duck a surprise clothesline from the returning Siberia, but Zombie stops short, and when Brodie turns back around she nails her with a savage roundhouse kick to the face. Brodie hits the mat hard, but bounces immediately right back up, and Siberia is already forcing her back to the ropes to toss her off again.
LO: Brodie on her way back now, and Zombie goes for a spinning back fist, but Brodie caught the arm, and she uses her momentum to spin Zombie around until finally forcing her to the mat! SHE'S GOING FOR THE FINALITY CROSSFACE!
KO: Yeah, but Zombie is fighting tooth and nail to keep that from happening, and finally gets out of her grasp and back to her feet...goes for another roundhouse, but Brodie ducks it, slips her head under her arm, and Side Suplex sends Siberia to the mat HARD!
Brodie comes up to her feet, and assaults Zombie with stomps into her shoulder, each one rolling her closer and closer to the ropes. The referee tries to interject, but Brodie is having none of it, grabs the top rope while savagely driving her boot into her side until Zombie flops right out of the ring to the concrete below. Zombie is already fighting to get to her feet when Brodie reaches through the middle and top rope got get a fistful of hair, but she is suddenly cut off by a running knee lift by Davy Blossom. The ref forces Davy back, but Brodie is left hanging on the middle rope, and when Zombie sees it, she leaps up onto the apron, up to the second turnbuckle of a neutral corner, and then dives off into a leg drop that brings the woman crashing to the outside with her.
LO: Big move there by Zombie, and she's already moving Brodie to her feet and tosses her back inside. Zombie up on the apron, and follows her in....what the hell? Davy Blossom Just Tagged Himself In!
KO: Elegance clapping for her man as Zombie stares at Blossom while Caputo makes her get out to the apron, and here comes Davy!
Brodie is starting to rise when Davy rushes in, throwing his boot out in front of him to catch her right in the temple to send her crashing back to the mat. He drops the elbow, pops back up to drop it once more, and then follows suit for a third time. On the fourth, the crowd is booing, and Davy pauses, sniffing the air, and then commences to deliver the slowest knee drop known to man. Unfortunately for him, the amount of time it takes to actually deliver gives Brodie all the time in the world to roll out of the way when it finally comes, and Davy recoils grabbing his knee. Brodie zeros in on the limb, grabbing his ankle and dragging him to the center of the ring before delivering an elbow drop of her own right to the insertion of the knee joint.
LO: Davy in trouble as Brodie applies pressure to his knee, coming back up and stomping at the back of his hamstring before stepping through for a standing knee lock. She has him hemmed up here, and looks out to this capacity crowd who is on their feet....and LEAPS INTO THE AIR DRIVING HER KNEE RIGHT DOWN INTO DAVYS!
KO: Davy is howling like crazy, and Elegance is already slapping the mat, begging for the ref to get in there and do something.
LO: What exactly is she wanting Caputo to do? This is completely legal!
KO: I know that, but Elegance want's it, Laur. I just hope she doesn't give her injured neck whiplash by slapping the ring that hard!
Elegance continues to protest as Brodie chokes up on the injured leg, forcing Blossom over onto his stomach for a single leg Boston crab. Davy comes alive with the pain, biting his fists to keep from submitting, and shakes his head vehemently 'No' to the referee's inquiries. That is when Brennan Devlin charges into the ring, clubbing Brodie from behind to break the hold. Brodie is slung forwards right into her corner, and she turns her venomous gaze towards Devlin, who is quickly retreating, she feels someone tap her hand, and Roxi Johnson comes into the ring. Brodie looks like she is about to spit fire, but Roxi rushes right past her, and as Davy rises, catches him by the back of the head and leaves her feet into a massive face slam to the canvas. The impact flips Davy over onto his back, and Roxi is already up and rushing the ropes, springboarding off the second into a beautiful moonsault!
LO: TAKE FLIGHT ON DAVY! And Roxi hooks the leg!
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KO: THR-NO! Davy out at two and a half, and Roxi back to her feet looking fired up here, but.....Wait a minute! Elegance just pulled herself up to the ring apron, and she's really letting Valor Pro's resident super hero have it!
Elegance hurls insults at Roxi who shakes her head in disbelief at the sight of the woman and her jewel encrusted neck brace. The referee moves to get Elegance off the apron and Roxi turns back towards Davy, but it's all the distraction he needs as he reaches up and gouges her right in the eyes. Roxi stumbles blindly to a neutral corner, and Davy moves in to meet her, pushing her against the top turnbuckle and then laying in a thunderous chop. The fans all wince as he winds up and does so again before taking her by the wrist and whipping her to the far side. She strikes the turnbuckles hard and slumps against them while Davy gets a running go and crushes her into the corner with a clothesline.
LO: Davy now dragging Roxi out, hooks her around the head, and takes her to the mat with a vertical suplex!
KO: Davy back up to his feet, and look at this! Haha! This guy is great, strutting around the ring making fun of Roxi's super hero gimmick!
LO: Well I don't think it's funny at all, and he needs to stay on the ball when he's in the ring with the caliber of competition he has on deck tonight.
KO: Whatever, Laur. Blossom knows exactly what he's doing!
Contrary to what Kenneth Othello thinks, he doesn't, as he reaches down to pull Roxi up off the mat, a surprise kick straight to the top of his head sends him stumbling back. With a kip up to her feet, Roxi rushes towards the corner she just met so much pain in, runs up the turnbuckles, and delivers a breathtaking twisting corkscrew splancha that wipes Davy out as he tries to follow her in. Both are down on the mat for a moment as Cosmo stats bouncing on the bottom rope in his corner, calling for a tag, and Brennan does the same from his side of the ring. Both competitors start to slow crawl towards their respective teams, and at almost the exact same time make the tags.
LO: ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO! Cosmo and Brennan into the ring like balls of fire, Cosmo ducks a clothesline from Devlin who spins around only to duck a clothesline from Cooper! Both men hitting off opposite ropes after the failed connection, both rushing back in, and DOUBLE CROSS BODIES SENDS BOTH MEN CAREENING OFF OF EACH OTHER DOWN TO THE CANVAS!
KO: Yeah, but they aren't staying down as Cooper is up just a step quicker, lighting Devlin up with chops as he rises....Good God! They are Thunderous!
Cooper lays in chop after chop to Devlin, rocking him all the way back to the ropes just before he sends him hurtling to the other side. Devlin comes back in hot, and he ducks a discus elbow smash only to pass through onto the ropes. He comes back in a second time, and Cosmo drops the head for a back body, but this time Devlin leap frogs right over him, continuing on for even more spring. Back for the third time now, and Cosmo feints to go low just before leaping high, extending both feet right into Devlin's jaw with a gorgeous standing drop kick. Devlin crashes and burns to the canvas clutching his face as Cosmo hops up, throwing hands out at his sides while shaking his mane wildly to the excitement of the crowd.
LO: Cosmo Cooper has the Swedes in the palm of his hand as he reaches down to peel Devlin up off the canvas, and drives knee's into his face to knock him back into a neutral corner.
KO: Yeah, the Coop Man ain't screwing around, laying some chops of his own, and pointing over at Blossom as if to say this here is how it's done! GOOD GOD! That one sounded like the crack of thunder!
LO: Cooper now has Devlin dazed, and he climbs up to the second rope, rocking the mans head back with a fistful of hair, and OH! Peppering straight right hands down into Devlin's unprotected skull, and these Swedish fans are counting along!
KO: Dang..up to a count of seven.....WAIT A MINUTE! DEVLIN JUST LIFTED COSMO OFF THE SECOND, AND DROPS STRAIGHT DOWN TO HOTSHOT HIM RIGHT ACROSS THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
Cosmos stumbles out to the center of the ring holding his jaw to make sure it's still there, and when he turns to face his opponent once more, Devlin fires out of the corner with a flying forearm that takes Cooper's head off. They crash off the mat, but both bounce mostly to their feet, Cooper close to the ropes. He looks up just in time to see Devlin come barreling in once again, clothes lining him right up and over the top rope to the unforgiving concrete below.
LO: God Almighty! Devlin just took Cooper's head off with that one, and he landed with a sickening thud on the outside. And now it's Devlin's turn to high step in the ring, and he's begging Cosmo to get to his feet.
KO: It's almost like he heard him, Laur, cause he's doing just that! WAIT A MINUTE! BRODIE JUST RUSHED INTO THE RING AND NAILED DEVLIN FROM BEHIND WITH A KNEE TO THE SPINE! Devlin was sent right through the middle rope to the outside to join Cooper!
LO: Yeah, and his partner, Siberia Zombie is having none of it, she just came into the ring and HER AND BRODIE ARE RIGHT BACK TO THROWING HANDS!
KO: Caputo's lost all control over this one!
Seeing his opportunity, Davy enters the ring and rushes in to nail Brodie from behind, and he hooks the woman by the arms so that Zombie can get in some free shots. Much to his surprise, Zombie stares defiantly at him, shaking her head 'No' and demanding that he leave them to their business. He doesn't get much of a chance to argue, as Roxi Johnson springboards to the top rope, and comes flying off with a missile drop kick that sends him down to the canvas, dragging Brodie in tow. Roxi reaches down to pull Davy off of her tag partner, but is caught flush in the face with a buzzsaw like kick from Siberia that sends her flailing down to her bottom. The two women share a shocked stare, Roxi surprised by the blow, and Siberia surprised that she had given it. Neither woman has a chance to think about it much before Davy jumps on Roxi, and Brodie takes Zombie off her feet with a leg pull. Referee Caputo runs around the ring like a chicken with her head cut off, trying to call down everyone at once.
LO: This thing has officially broke down, Ken! Blossom and Roxi are brawling over in the corner, Zombie and Brodie are brawling in the another one, and on the outside, Cosmo Cooper just sent Brennan Devlin into the steel guard rail!
KO: It's about damn time! Caputo....shut the hell up and let them go!
The referee, not seeing much other choice but to call both teams out, and fearing a riot right here in Sweden, does just that. On the outside Cooper pulls Devlin off the guard rail, and leads him over to the steel steps where he moves to lob his skull down into the steel. Devlin brings a boot up to stop this momentum, however, and drives an elbow into Cosmo's gut, reverses the hold, and drives cooper face first instead. Inside, Davy pulls Roxi out of the corner and attempts another vertical suplex, but to his surprise she snakes her leg between his, blocking the move. He tries again, but this time she allows herself to be lifted, twisting in mid air to land behind the man, and she grabs him by his chin as she flashes down to the canvas in a vicious sling blade. On the opposite side of the ring Zombie has Brodie hemmed up in the corner, delivering front kick after front kick to her chest, until finally stepping out and going for a spinning back kick. Brodie manages to push herself up to a seated position on the top rope which leads to the kick finding nothing but an empty middle turnbuckle. Realizing something isn't right, Zombie quickly turns to see, and is met with double boots to the face that send her crashing to the mat. Brodie stands to her full height from the second, and then dives down with her elbow tucked under her so that all of her weight helps to drive it straight down into Zombie's chest.
LO: The action still wild and crazy out here as Caputo helplessly watches on.....Wait, Devlin just through Cosmo back into the ring...and....I think they are still the legal men!
KO: I think you're right, Laur, but what does that matter. It's pandemonium out here!
Devlin pulls Cooper up to his feet, and pushes him into the ropes before sending him to the opposite side. At the same time this is going on, Brodie has Zombie up and is doing the same thing. Zombie and Cooper cross paths in the center of the ring and collide, both crashing to the mat in different directions. Brodie flashes a glance over at Devlin who laughs all the way up until he realizes he's getting eye murdered, and his eyes go wide just as Brodie come sailing into grab him by the arm and force him to the ground. She traps his arm as he struggles haphazardly to get away, and before he even knows whats going on, she has his head locked in her devastating finisher.
LO: BRODIE HAS DEVLIN IN THE FINALITY CROSS FACE, AND SHE'S BRUTALIZING HIM!
KO: But she's not legal!
LO: Like you said, Ken, what does it matter! This thing is chaos, and at this point I think Caputo would accept just about anything just to get it over with!
Indeed the referee checks to see if Devlin want's to tap, and he vehemently screams 'No' while clawing with everything that he has to get free. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Roxi has Davy back in the corner, and the refs back is completely to them as Elegance sneaks up onto the ring apron with loaded handbag in tow. Just as she's about to spring into action, Roxi turns her gaze on her, and the blonde freezes where she stands, throwing up her hands and trying to beg the fiery red head off. Zombie has made it to her hands and knee's, staring down into the canvas in a daze, at just about the same moment that Davy charges out of the corner and shoves Roxi backwards hard. Roxi stumbles right up and over Zombie, crashing to the mat beside her, and Zombie pushes up to her feet just in time to catch a flash of movement to her side. A super kick strikes out in that direction and someone hits the mat hard, but when she recoils the limb she looks down in dismay to find it's her own tag team partner, Davy Blossom.
LO: Elegance is completely beside herself after Siberia inadvertently took the head off of her own tag team partner!
KO: To hell with that nonsense! Devlin is about to fade on the other side of the ring! Brodie is unrelenting with that cross face!
Brodie, feeling her prey weakening, relentlessly yanks back on the neck in the most awkward position possible, and just when Caputo goes to check Devlin's limp arm, he suddenly comes alive, rolling violently to his side and putting Brodie onto her shoulders. Caputo makes the count!
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LO: THRE-COSMO COOPER JUST LEAPED HALFWAY ACROSS THE FREAKIN RING TO BREAK UP THE COUNT!
KO: Yeah, but it forced Brodie to finally release that hold...and now both of them are up and are stomping the hell out of Devlin who rolls mercifully to the outside where he lands with a thud on the concrete.
LO: Yeah, But Look Out....THEY JUST TURNED AROUND TO GET CAUGHT WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE BY ZOMBIE THAT SENDS BOTH OVER THE TOP TO CRASH BESIDE DEVLIN ON THE FLOOR!
The fans are on their feet cheering the chaos wildly as Zombie stares down at the three prone bodies at ringside. She nods to the crowd, grabbing the top rope, and just when she uses it for spring is hurled dangerously forward by a drop kick from Roxi Johnson. The momentum sends Zombie flying wide, and she crashes spine first against the concrete right in front of the ramp way. The fans are in a frenzy as Roxi looks to do some flying of her own, but the sudden patter of boots on canvas behind her makes her instinctively drop down, taking the top rope with her. Davy Blossom sails harmlessly overhead to plummet haphazardly into the three prone bodies below. Roxi comes up to her feet to a torrid of cheers, and when she looks over her shoulder, she spies Elegance still on the ring apron, screaming curses at the woman.
LO: Elegance may have just bit off more than she can chew right here, and I think she just realized it as Roxi Johnson just took off in that direction in breakneck speed!
KO: Thank God! Elegance made it down off the ring apron in time, but Roxi bounce off with momentum......the other members of the match are getting to their feet....AND OH MY GOD!
LO: ROXI JOHNSON JUST LAUNCHES HERSELF TO THE TOP AND SOARS OUT INTO THE ETHER TO COME CRASHING DOWN TO WIPE OUT THE WHOLE DAMN MATCH!
Everyone is stunned by what they've just seen, including Caputo who stares down at the car crash completely uncertain of what to do now. Bodies writhe upon the concrete, and the referee turns her head side to side, shrugs, and starts a ten count.
KO: Are you kidding me? Caputo picks now to start enforcing the rules?
LO: To be fair, Ken, it wasn't like she had much of a choice. I mean, these six have so much heat in their respective rivalries that it has transferred onto every single person in this match. And....are you seeing this? This is insane!
Brennan Devlin and Cosmo Cooper reach up and grab the ring apron at the same time, pulling with everything they have to get into the ring before the ten count. Just at the count of nine and a half they manage it, and the fans are on their feet once again, the energy through the roof.
LO: Well, I guess it's fair to say that the legal men just made it back into the ring, but Lord....everyone out here is worse for wear.
KO: Yeah, and this is going to be our Main Event at Equinox, Laur. What if they don't make it past tonight?
LO: Something tells me that Brennan Devlin and Cosmo Cooper will do whatever it takes and then some to decide the Apex Championship at the PPV, though, I will admit...I don't know what shape they'll be in by the time they get there...
Devlin and Cosmo use the ropes on opposite sides of the ring to get to wobbly feet, and when their able, they look up to glare at one another in disbelief. Cosmo chuckles, nodding his head to psyche himself up, while Devlin stomps his boot, muttering curses under his breath. Suddenly both men tear off at each other at breakneck speed and meet in the middle of the ring with a pair of clotheslines that sends both crashing to the mat. The fans explode, and Caputo runs her fingers through her hair, not sure what will happen next.
LO: We have a double down situation in the ring, and both men are now clawing towards their respective corners, but no one's there to make the tag...
KO: Wait a minute, Roxi Johnson just made it back to her corner, and she's urging Cosmo to make it, and now Davy just made it to his, but when he looked across the ring at Roxi, he just JUMPED BACK DOWN FROM THE APRON!
Cosmo is able to make the hot tag, and Brennan is still staring at Davy Blossom in disbelief when Roxi comes flying into the ring. He turns around just in time to take double boots from a front drop kick that sends him hurtling back into the corner to strike the turnbuckles hard. He stumbles out to a boot to the midsection that doubles him over, and then Roxi hooks him around the head and delivers a swinging neck breaker that snaps him down to the mat. She reaches over and goes for a cover, but even before the count of one she's dragged by her ankle unceremoniously to the outside by Davy Blossom, who winds up and takes her out with a clothesline.
LO: Davy prevented any pinfall attempt there, and he seems pretty pleased with himself after taking Johnson out, but what he doesn't see is Cosmo on the other side of the ring!
KO: TURN AROUND DAVY!
Elegance gets Davy's attention at about the same time that Cosmo comes sailing through the ropes to take him out in a suicide dive that hurls him back into the steel guardrail. Cooper smirks at his handy work, and turns around just in time to see Devlin pulling himself up to his feet on the other side of the ring. He hops onto the apron to get back in the ring, but before he can go anywhere, Siberia Zombie is there, grabbing his leg to try and pull him back down. Instead, he struggles to break her grasp, and in doing so shoves her back, right into the waiting arms of Brodie, who takes her down to the floor and locks on her Finality crossface.
LO: Brodie has The Finality locked in, and Zombie is screaming in pain as Cosmo nods, satisfied, and moves to get more of Devlin...OH! COOPER TURNED BACK AROUND, AND DEVLIN CLOSED THE DISTANCE AND NAILED HIM WITH A SUPERKICK THAT SENT HIM SPRAWLING TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
KO: And we're back to Pandemonium, Laur! Caputo's lost control yet again!
Devlin slips through the ropes to the outside to join the melee, looking off to the side where Brodie torques on his partner, Zombie. Unfortunately, he can't be bothered as Roxi Johnson spins him around, raring back to fire in a shot, but is taken spun around herself by a beleaguered Davy Blossom. She ducks the right hand meant for her, and it inadvertently strikes Devlin who recoils back in surprise. Roxi flips Davy's legs out from under him, taking him down to the floor, and leaps on top of him, the two rolling around trading fists whenever they can. Devlin massages his jaw, and turns his attention back to finding Cosmo, and he steps past the other participants to help the Graps Jesus up off the floor. Cooper suddenly tosses Brennan's hands away, and fires in a forearm to the face, grabs him by the wrist, and whips him towards the time keepers table.
LO: Bodies are scattering out here at ringside, and Brennan Devlin was just sent tumbling over our Time Keeper's table. Cosmo is wading in after him, and OH! DEVLIN JUST SNUCK A STEEL CHAIR SHOT INTO THE RIBS OF COOPER!
KO: It looks like Caputo has finally had enough of this melee, and she just abandoned post to run to the back! Where does she think she's going?
LO: I'd assume to try and get help to navigate the carnage out here! We don't even have a bell anymore to signal the end of this contest, but I'm pretty sure it just got thrown out!
KO: Well, that's a pretty good indication when the referee has literally walked out on the match!
Meanwhile, Cosmo has stumbled his way back over to the ring, clutching at his ribs in pain as Devlin steps around the table he was just thrown over, steel chair in hand. He snarls before winding up and nailing Cooper across the spine, and Cosmo cries out as he drops to his knee's, back arched unnaturally. Devlin sets the chair on the apron, and then pulls Cooper up to toss him into the ring, quickly following and taking up his weapon. Cosmo inches his way up to his feet, clutching his back, and when he turns, there is Devlin, already cocked and loaded, ready to pull the trigger. And what a trigger it is, the hollow sound of steel on bone, flesh being split, and the crack of thunder as the chair finds its way wrapped around Cosmo's skull. Cooper's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he drops to the mat, while the fans boo The Face of Wrestling. Its at that exact moment that security comes marching down to the ring for the second time in the night, moving to each of the individuals in the match and separating.
LO: WHAT A VICIOUS CHAIR SHOT! God almighty, it was visceral! And now Brennan Devlin has relinquished his weapon to security, and has hands up as he backs over into the corner with the most contented smile that I've ever seen.
KO: That's the look of satisfaction, and it looks like Davy Blossom and Roxi Johnson have been separated, and its taken three people to pull Brodie off of Siberia Zombie.....maybe the booking committee should rethink these big tag matches...
LO: No kidding....and medical staff are down in the ring now to try and attend to Cosmo Cooper, and what is Brennan Devlin doing?
KO: Hahahaha! He's counting down, Laur. He and Cosmo's match at Equinox is last man standing, and Brennan Devlin is sending a message to The Graps Jesus that says 'I've already got this!'.
Brennan has reached a count of six, arrogantly drawing the count out, fingers in the air as he continues on his trek to ten. Half the fans boo him intensley, while the other half count along with him, and when all ten fingers are in the air, he laughs smugly, screaming, "I AM....THE TRUE....FACE. OF. WRESTLING!" More words are exchanged with fans not on his side as he joins Roxi Johnson, Davy Blossom, Brodie, and Siberia Zombie as they are escorted out by security. The medical team finally get the crumpled steel chair loose from Cosmo Cooper's skull, and he shoves them away as blood from a gash in his hairline feeds down into his eyes. Despite the fact, he stares up the ramp as Devlin reaches the stage, mockingly holding his hands above his head with open palms, all ten fingers spread apart so it's clear the message he's trying to send.
LO: Folks, if you haven't joined FiteTV yet, then now is the time to do it! Subscribe to see Equinox coming to you LIVE from The Ice Palce in St. Petersburg, Russia in two weeks time. There, these six competitors will not be held back, but will finish what has been an explosive two months in Valor Pro Wrestling! This...this is just the tip of the iceberg, and at Equinox, the avalanche is coming DOWN!
KO: And that's all we have time for tonight, I am Kenneth Othello, and this is Laurence Othello, and we are....
Othello Brothers: THE OTHELLO BROTHERS, SIGNING OFF!
The camera gets a dual camera shot, on the left side of the screen is a bleeding Cosmo Cooper, seething at the ending of this match. On the right side of the screen is Brennan Devlin, still mocking, still holding up ten fingers right into the camera. The VPW logo flashes in the corner, and then the Fite TV logo, and then fade to black...
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. Before she can even enter the ring, the music is suddenly replaced by 'Viktoria Modesta' by Prototype. 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 stalks at the top of the ramp, seemingly unhappy to have to rely on another tag team situation in her trek to Equinox.
Ring Announcer: And her tag team partner, standing at five foot eleven and weighting in at 150 pounds, hailing from New York, New York...she is the 'Submission Machine'.....BRODDIIIEEE!!!
Brodie comes to a pause at the top of the ramp to regard Roxi Johnson with a baleful stare, before screaming out a warriors call, and rushing down to the ring. She slides in under the bottom rope, popping up and shrugging out of her leathers as she stares a hole into Roxi Johnson, who keeps a keen eye on her 'partner' as well. Neither lady gets much time to think about it before 'Lifted' by CL comes through the arenas speakers. Both turn towards the stage as gold lights begin to flash along with the finger snaps across the stage. The fans are already on their feet by the time Cosmo Cooper comes tearing through the curtain, one hand holding his hat on while the other one is placed over his crotch. He comes to a stop right before the ramp, running in place, before stopping in a perfect pose, head snapping up with a confident grin. The hand on his hat flashes out and the hat goes sailing into the crowd, as he hypes them up with a few hand gestures before striding down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And their final tag team partner..standing at six foot two and weighting in at 232 pounds....hailing from Santa Rosa, California...He is the #1 Contender to the Apex Champion, the General Managers 'Champion of Choice'....'THE GRAPS JESUS' COSMO COOOOOPPPPPEERRRR!!
Cosmo reaches ringside, and comes to a pause to regard to the two women that will serve as his partners here tonight. Roxi gives a half smile, lifting her head at him in greeting, while Brodie's dark orbs look like they are trying to penetrate him all the way to his insides just to see his gory center. Cosmo comically shudders, and looks out at the crowd with a mocking big gulp before taking the steps two at a time to the apron, and then swings into the ring, running right past the ladies to chest bump the top rope with his hands out at his sides. He confidently nods along with the music until it fades, and then he falls back into their corner, confering with Roxi Johnson as Brodie stalks back and forth like a caged animal.
LO: Wow....these three....well, I think Roxi and Cosmo will get along in this contest, but whose to say with Brodie.
KO: What can you say? Brodie doesn't work well with others, and yet she is continually being put in these situations, almost as if someone out there is trying to see if the woman will finally come unglued. Isn't she crazy enough?
LO: Good question, but the focal point of her rage for the past several months will be on the opposing team at least, and that may just stave her off from destroying her own partners.
KO: One could only hope....
There is no more room for discussion as "The Heart Asks Pleasure First" by Michael Nyman sends the sound of piano humming through the arena. The fans instantly turn a chorus of boo's towards the entrance way as Davy Blossom appears at the top of the ramp, the lovely Elegance at his side, though she's wearing a neck brace. He pauses to kiss her hand before placing it back on his arm, and the two give royalty waves as they make their way down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: And introducing their first 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 Squared Circle's Orchid', 'The Dandy Of The Ring', 'The Dewdrop of Wrestling'....DAVY BLOSSSOMMMM!!
Davy leads Elegance over to his teams corner, and massages her shoulders to the sound of hatred being thrown at him from the crowd. His music is suddenly cut short, and his eyes narrow in annoyance as he looks up the rampway to see whose next. '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 his 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 Roxi, Cosmo, and finally settling her focus on Brodie. The Submission Machine doesn't look like she will be able to hold back, cocking her head and nodding along with the unseen voice giving her directions. Just as Zombie drops down in her teams corner, casting a glance back at the impossible Davy Blossom, 'Scandroid' by Salvation Code fills the arena, the lights around the stage pulsing blindingly fast when the first robotic voice kicks in. Pyro suddenly flashes, and out of the smoke slinks Brennan Devlin, his head held high in confidence, a cocky grin on his face as he stops at the top of the stage. He runs his fingers down his chest, and then flashes his hands out to his sides soaking in the mixed reaction he receives.
Ring Announcer: And their final partner, standing at six foot one and weighting in at 230 pounds...hailing from San Andreas, California....'THE FACE OF WRESTLING' BRENNAN DEVLINNNN!!!
Devlin's arms drop to his side as he saunters down to the ring, jawing at the fans, pointing at himself as he tells them that he's the best in the world. Finally, reaching ringside, he pauses at the bottom of the ramp to give the Blossom's a sidelong glance and then chuckles, hoping up onto the apron, and then leaping right over the top rope to come to a dead stop in the ring. He catches on to the friction between Zombie and Brodie immediately, and then spies his own rival leaning in the corner, munching on some popcorn provided by a fan in the front row, and giving him a cheeky wave. Brennan's face turns up in a scowl at being mocked, and he stalks forward just in time to run into the protesting referee that convinces him to wait for the match.
LO: I wonder if it would be safe to say that Cosmo Cooper and Brennan Devlin are their respective teams captains in this venture? If so, I think they are going to have their hands full considering the cast of characters that have been selected to be their teammates.
KO: Are you kidding me, Laur? This is great! We are guaranteed to see this entire thing explode at some point or another, not to mention, we might even get the chance to see some first time match ups within the company?
LO: That's true, Ken....this is definitely a powder keg combo that could create some new rivalries right here tonight...
KO: Exactly, so why don't we just kick back, put up our feet, and enjoy the mayhem....cause there's the bell, and it's Go time!
Cosmo has convinced his team that he should start the match, and Roxi shrugs while Brodie begrudgingly steps onto the apron, still staring daggers at the man. He shakes his head awkwardly and turns to face the opposing corner. Zombie and Blossom are on the outside, and Brennan is grinning, telling them that he's got this, when he turns to spy Cosmo staring across at him. He nods his head as if this were apropo, wringing out his hands as the two begin to circle. Suddenly, Devlin back peddles back to his corner, and tags Siberia Zombie on the shoulder, who gives The Face of Wrestling a surprised look. Brennan slips out to the apron, and signals she should get in the ring, and then flips Cosmo off with a confident grin as the fans all boo.
LO: What the hell was that all about? Is Devlin afraid of Cosmo?
KO: Come on Laur, if Brennan was afraid of the man he wouldn't have crashed the party last show to get added to the Apex title picture. This is called psychology.....he's getting in the head of Cosmo Cooper!
LO: Maybe, but it certainly doesn't look like it is having any effect on Cosmo who locks up with Siberia in the center of the ring.
The much larger Cosmo digs into the mat, forcing Siberia back into a neutral corner, and the Caputo wedges herself between the two as Cosmo holds his hands up in the air for a clean break. He grins at Siberia who looks up at him defiantly, and he blows her a kiss as he back peddles to the center of the ring. His eyes go wide, however, as Siberia storms out of the corner and takes him down to the mat with a running forearm. Cosmo bounces up quickly, and Siberia swings and misses as he stumbles back to into his corner holding his jaw. Before he can even collect himself a hard slap to the back by Brodie brings her into the ring, and the two women charge right for one another, fists a flying.
LO: NOW BUSINESS HAS PICKED UP! Brodie and Zombie trading blow for blow in the center of the ring, and Cooper steps to the outside watching in wonderment along with everyone else!
KO: These women are crazy! They aren't going to make it to Equinox....
Brodie finds herself losing in a straight up fist-o-cuffs with Zombie, and she's hammered all the way to the ropes by the Siberian Buzzsaw. Zombie takes her by the wrist and whips her to the far side, but Brodie reverses it, and Siberia is sent hurtling instead. Zombie comes off the ropes and ducks a sledgehammer like swing to bounce off the ropes once more. On her way back it's Brodie's turn to duck a surprise clothesline from the returning Siberia, but Zombie stops short, and when Brodie turns back around she nails her with a savage roundhouse kick to the face. Brodie hits the mat hard, but bounces immediately right back up, and Siberia is already forcing her back to the ropes to toss her off again.
LO: Brodie on her way back now, and Zombie goes for a spinning back fist, but Brodie caught the arm, and she uses her momentum to spin Zombie around until finally forcing her to the mat! SHE'S GOING FOR THE FINALITY CROSSFACE!
KO: Yeah, but Zombie is fighting tooth and nail to keep that from happening, and finally gets out of her grasp and back to her feet...goes for another roundhouse, but Brodie ducks it, slips her head under her arm, and Side Suplex sends Siberia to the mat HARD!
Brodie comes up to her feet, and assaults Zombie with stomps into her shoulder, each one rolling her closer and closer to the ropes. The referee tries to interject, but Brodie is having none of it, grabs the top rope while savagely driving her boot into her side until Zombie flops right out of the ring to the concrete below. Zombie is already fighting to get to her feet when Brodie reaches through the middle and top rope got get a fistful of hair, but she is suddenly cut off by a running knee lift by Davy Blossom. The ref forces Davy back, but Brodie is left hanging on the middle rope, and when Zombie sees it, she leaps up onto the apron, up to the second turnbuckle of a neutral corner, and then dives off into a leg drop that brings the woman crashing to the outside with her.
LO: Big move there by Zombie, and she's already moving Brodie to her feet and tosses her back inside. Zombie up on the apron, and follows her in....what the hell? Davy Blossom Just Tagged Himself In!
KO: Elegance clapping for her man as Zombie stares at Blossom while Caputo makes her get out to the apron, and here comes Davy!
Brodie is starting to rise when Davy rushes in, throwing his boot out in front of him to catch her right in the temple to send her crashing back to the mat. He drops the elbow, pops back up to drop it once more, and then follows suit for a third time. On the fourth, the crowd is booing, and Davy pauses, sniffing the air, and then commences to deliver the slowest knee drop known to man. Unfortunately for him, the amount of time it takes to actually deliver gives Brodie all the time in the world to roll out of the way when it finally comes, and Davy recoils grabbing his knee. Brodie zeros in on the limb, grabbing his ankle and dragging him to the center of the ring before delivering an elbow drop of her own right to the insertion of the knee joint.
LO: Davy in trouble as Brodie applies pressure to his knee, coming back up and stomping at the back of his hamstring before stepping through for a standing knee lock. She has him hemmed up here, and looks out to this capacity crowd who is on their feet....and LEAPS INTO THE AIR DRIVING HER KNEE RIGHT DOWN INTO DAVYS!
KO: Davy is howling like crazy, and Elegance is already slapping the mat, begging for the ref to get in there and do something.
LO: What exactly is she wanting Caputo to do? This is completely legal!
KO: I know that, but Elegance want's it, Laur. I just hope she doesn't give her injured neck whiplash by slapping the ring that hard!
Elegance continues to protest as Brodie chokes up on the injured leg, forcing Blossom over onto his stomach for a single leg Boston crab. Davy comes alive with the pain, biting his fists to keep from submitting, and shakes his head vehemently 'No' to the referee's inquiries. That is when Brennan Devlin charges into the ring, clubbing Brodie from behind to break the hold. Brodie is slung forwards right into her corner, and she turns her venomous gaze towards Devlin, who is quickly retreating, she feels someone tap her hand, and Roxi Johnson comes into the ring. Brodie looks like she is about to spit fire, but Roxi rushes right past her, and as Davy rises, catches him by the back of the head and leaves her feet into a massive face slam to the canvas. The impact flips Davy over onto his back, and Roxi is already up and rushing the ropes, springboarding off the second into a beautiful moonsault!
LO: TAKE FLIGHT ON DAVY! And Roxi hooks the leg!
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KO: THR-NO! Davy out at two and a half, and Roxi back to her feet looking fired up here, but.....Wait a minute! Elegance just pulled herself up to the ring apron, and she's really letting Valor Pro's resident super hero have it!
Elegance hurls insults at Roxi who shakes her head in disbelief at the sight of the woman and her jewel encrusted neck brace. The referee moves to get Elegance off the apron and Roxi turns back towards Davy, but it's all the distraction he needs as he reaches up and gouges her right in the eyes. Roxi stumbles blindly to a neutral corner, and Davy moves in to meet her, pushing her against the top turnbuckle and then laying in a thunderous chop. The fans all wince as he winds up and does so again before taking her by the wrist and whipping her to the far side. She strikes the turnbuckles hard and slumps against them while Davy gets a running go and crushes her into the corner with a clothesline.
LO: Davy now dragging Roxi out, hooks her around the head, and takes her to the mat with a vertical suplex!
KO: Davy back up to his feet, and look at this! Haha! This guy is great, strutting around the ring making fun of Roxi's super hero gimmick!
LO: Well I don't think it's funny at all, and he needs to stay on the ball when he's in the ring with the caliber of competition he has on deck tonight.
KO: Whatever, Laur. Blossom knows exactly what he's doing!
Contrary to what Kenneth Othello thinks, he doesn't, as he reaches down to pull Roxi up off the mat, a surprise kick straight to the top of his head sends him stumbling back. With a kip up to her feet, Roxi rushes towards the corner she just met so much pain in, runs up the turnbuckles, and delivers a breathtaking twisting corkscrew splancha that wipes Davy out as he tries to follow her in. Both are down on the mat for a moment as Cosmo stats bouncing on the bottom rope in his corner, calling for a tag, and Brennan does the same from his side of the ring. Both competitors start to slow crawl towards their respective teams, and at almost the exact same time make the tags.
LO: ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO! Cosmo and Brennan into the ring like balls of fire, Cosmo ducks a clothesline from Devlin who spins around only to duck a clothesline from Cooper! Both men hitting off opposite ropes after the failed connection, both rushing back in, and DOUBLE CROSS BODIES SENDS BOTH MEN CAREENING OFF OF EACH OTHER DOWN TO THE CANVAS!
KO: Yeah, but they aren't staying down as Cooper is up just a step quicker, lighting Devlin up with chops as he rises....Good God! They are Thunderous!
Cooper lays in chop after chop to Devlin, rocking him all the way back to the ropes just before he sends him hurtling to the other side. Devlin comes back in hot, and he ducks a discus elbow smash only to pass through onto the ropes. He comes back in a second time, and Cosmo drops the head for a back body, but this time Devlin leap frogs right over him, continuing on for even more spring. Back for the third time now, and Cosmo feints to go low just before leaping high, extending both feet right into Devlin's jaw with a gorgeous standing drop kick. Devlin crashes and burns to the canvas clutching his face as Cosmo hops up, throwing hands out at his sides while shaking his mane wildly to the excitement of the crowd.
LO: Cosmo Cooper has the Swedes in the palm of his hand as he reaches down to peel Devlin up off the canvas, and drives knee's into his face to knock him back into a neutral corner.
KO: Yeah, the Coop Man ain't screwing around, laying some chops of his own, and pointing over at Blossom as if to say this here is how it's done! GOOD GOD! That one sounded like the crack of thunder!
LO: Cooper now has Devlin dazed, and he climbs up to the second rope, rocking the mans head back with a fistful of hair, and OH! Peppering straight right hands down into Devlin's unprotected skull, and these Swedish fans are counting along!
KO: Dang..up to a count of seven.....WAIT A MINUTE! DEVLIN JUST LIFTED COSMO OFF THE SECOND, AND DROPS STRAIGHT DOWN TO HOTSHOT HIM RIGHT ACROSS THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
Cosmos stumbles out to the center of the ring holding his jaw to make sure it's still there, and when he turns to face his opponent once more, Devlin fires out of the corner with a flying forearm that takes Cooper's head off. They crash off the mat, but both bounce mostly to their feet, Cooper close to the ropes. He looks up just in time to see Devlin come barreling in once again, clothes lining him right up and over the top rope to the unforgiving concrete below.
LO: God Almighty! Devlin just took Cooper's head off with that one, and he landed with a sickening thud on the outside. And now it's Devlin's turn to high step in the ring, and he's begging Cosmo to get to his feet.
KO: It's almost like he heard him, Laur, cause he's doing just that! WAIT A MINUTE! BRODIE JUST RUSHED INTO THE RING AND NAILED DEVLIN FROM BEHIND WITH A KNEE TO THE SPINE! Devlin was sent right through the middle rope to the outside to join Cooper!
LO: Yeah, and his partner, Siberia Zombie is having none of it, she just came into the ring and HER AND BRODIE ARE RIGHT BACK TO THROWING HANDS!
KO: Caputo's lost all control over this one!
Seeing his opportunity, Davy enters the ring and rushes in to nail Brodie from behind, and he hooks the woman by the arms so that Zombie can get in some free shots. Much to his surprise, Zombie stares defiantly at him, shaking her head 'No' and demanding that he leave them to their business. He doesn't get much of a chance to argue, as Roxi Johnson springboards to the top rope, and comes flying off with a missile drop kick that sends him down to the canvas, dragging Brodie in tow. Roxi reaches down to pull Davy off of her tag partner, but is caught flush in the face with a buzzsaw like kick from Siberia that sends her flailing down to her bottom. The two women share a shocked stare, Roxi surprised by the blow, and Siberia surprised that she had given it. Neither woman has a chance to think about it much before Davy jumps on Roxi, and Brodie takes Zombie off her feet with a leg pull. Referee Caputo runs around the ring like a chicken with her head cut off, trying to call down everyone at once.
LO: This thing has officially broke down, Ken! Blossom and Roxi are brawling over in the corner, Zombie and Brodie are brawling in the another one, and on the outside, Cosmo Cooper just sent Brennan Devlin into the steel guard rail!
KO: It's about damn time! Caputo....shut the hell up and let them go!
The referee, not seeing much other choice but to call both teams out, and fearing a riot right here in Sweden, does just that. On the outside Cooper pulls Devlin off the guard rail, and leads him over to the steel steps where he moves to lob his skull down into the steel. Devlin brings a boot up to stop this momentum, however, and drives an elbow into Cosmo's gut, reverses the hold, and drives cooper face first instead. Inside, Davy pulls Roxi out of the corner and attempts another vertical suplex, but to his surprise she snakes her leg between his, blocking the move. He tries again, but this time she allows herself to be lifted, twisting in mid air to land behind the man, and she grabs him by his chin as she flashes down to the canvas in a vicious sling blade. On the opposite side of the ring Zombie has Brodie hemmed up in the corner, delivering front kick after front kick to her chest, until finally stepping out and going for a spinning back kick. Brodie manages to push herself up to a seated position on the top rope which leads to the kick finding nothing but an empty middle turnbuckle. Realizing something isn't right, Zombie quickly turns to see, and is met with double boots to the face that send her crashing to the mat. Brodie stands to her full height from the second, and then dives down with her elbow tucked under her so that all of her weight helps to drive it straight down into Zombie's chest.
LO: The action still wild and crazy out here as Caputo helplessly watches on.....Wait, Devlin just through Cosmo back into the ring...and....I think they are still the legal men!
KO: I think you're right, Laur, but what does that matter. It's pandemonium out here!
Devlin pulls Cooper up to his feet, and pushes him into the ropes before sending him to the opposite side. At the same time this is going on, Brodie has Zombie up and is doing the same thing. Zombie and Cooper cross paths in the center of the ring and collide, both crashing to the mat in different directions. Brodie flashes a glance over at Devlin who laughs all the way up until he realizes he's getting eye murdered, and his eyes go wide just as Brodie come sailing into grab him by the arm and force him to the ground. She traps his arm as he struggles haphazardly to get away, and before he even knows whats going on, she has his head locked in her devastating finisher.
LO: BRODIE HAS DEVLIN IN THE FINALITY CROSS FACE, AND SHE'S BRUTALIZING HIM!
KO: But she's not legal!
LO: Like you said, Ken, what does it matter! This thing is chaos, and at this point I think Caputo would accept just about anything just to get it over with!
Indeed the referee checks to see if Devlin want's to tap, and he vehemently screams 'No' while clawing with everything that he has to get free. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Roxi has Davy back in the corner, and the refs back is completely to them as Elegance sneaks up onto the ring apron with loaded handbag in tow. Just as she's about to spring into action, Roxi turns her gaze on her, and the blonde freezes where she stands, throwing up her hands and trying to beg the fiery red head off. Zombie has made it to her hands and knee's, staring down into the canvas in a daze, at just about the same moment that Davy charges out of the corner and shoves Roxi backwards hard. Roxi stumbles right up and over Zombie, crashing to the mat beside her, and Zombie pushes up to her feet just in time to catch a flash of movement to her side. A super kick strikes out in that direction and someone hits the mat hard, but when she recoils the limb she looks down in dismay to find it's her own tag team partner, Davy Blossom.
LO: Elegance is completely beside herself after Siberia inadvertently took the head off of her own tag team partner!
KO: To hell with that nonsense! Devlin is about to fade on the other side of the ring! Brodie is unrelenting with that cross face!
Brodie, feeling her prey weakening, relentlessly yanks back on the neck in the most awkward position possible, and just when Caputo goes to check Devlin's limp arm, he suddenly comes alive, rolling violently to his side and putting Brodie onto her shoulders. Caputo makes the count!
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LO: THRE-COSMO COOPER JUST LEAPED HALFWAY ACROSS THE FREAKIN RING TO BREAK UP THE COUNT!
KO: Yeah, but it forced Brodie to finally release that hold...and now both of them are up and are stomping the hell out of Devlin who rolls mercifully to the outside where he lands with a thud on the concrete.
LO: Yeah, But Look Out....THEY JUST TURNED AROUND TO GET CAUGHT WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE BY ZOMBIE THAT SENDS BOTH OVER THE TOP TO CRASH BESIDE DEVLIN ON THE FLOOR!
The fans are on their feet cheering the chaos wildly as Zombie stares down at the three prone bodies at ringside. She nods to the crowd, grabbing the top rope, and just when she uses it for spring is hurled dangerously forward by a drop kick from Roxi Johnson. The momentum sends Zombie flying wide, and she crashes spine first against the concrete right in front of the ramp way. The fans are in a frenzy as Roxi looks to do some flying of her own, but the sudden patter of boots on canvas behind her makes her instinctively drop down, taking the top rope with her. Davy Blossom sails harmlessly overhead to plummet haphazardly into the three prone bodies below. Roxi comes up to her feet to a torrid of cheers, and when she looks over her shoulder, she spies Elegance still on the ring apron, screaming curses at the woman.
LO: Elegance may have just bit off more than she can chew right here, and I think she just realized it as Roxi Johnson just took off in that direction in breakneck speed!
KO: Thank God! Elegance made it down off the ring apron in time, but Roxi bounce off with momentum......the other members of the match are getting to their feet....AND OH MY GOD!
LO: ROXI JOHNSON JUST LAUNCHES HERSELF TO THE TOP AND SOARS OUT INTO THE ETHER TO COME CRASHING DOWN TO WIPE OUT THE WHOLE DAMN MATCH!
Everyone is stunned by what they've just seen, including Caputo who stares down at the car crash completely uncertain of what to do now. Bodies writhe upon the concrete, and the referee turns her head side to side, shrugs, and starts a ten count.
KO: Are you kidding me? Caputo picks now to start enforcing the rules?
LO: To be fair, Ken, it wasn't like she had much of a choice. I mean, these six have so much heat in their respective rivalries that it has transferred onto every single person in this match. And....are you seeing this? This is insane!
Brennan Devlin and Cosmo Cooper reach up and grab the ring apron at the same time, pulling with everything they have to get into the ring before the ten count. Just at the count of nine and a half they manage it, and the fans are on their feet once again, the energy through the roof.
LO: Well, I guess it's fair to say that the legal men just made it back into the ring, but Lord....everyone out here is worse for wear.
KO: Yeah, and this is going to be our Main Event at Equinox, Laur. What if they don't make it past tonight?
LO: Something tells me that Brennan Devlin and Cosmo Cooper will do whatever it takes and then some to decide the Apex Championship at the PPV, though, I will admit...I don't know what shape they'll be in by the time they get there...
Devlin and Cosmo use the ropes on opposite sides of the ring to get to wobbly feet, and when their able, they look up to glare at one another in disbelief. Cosmo chuckles, nodding his head to psyche himself up, while Devlin stomps his boot, muttering curses under his breath. Suddenly both men tear off at each other at breakneck speed and meet in the middle of the ring with a pair of clotheslines that sends both crashing to the mat. The fans explode, and Caputo runs her fingers through her hair, not sure what will happen next.
LO: We have a double down situation in the ring, and both men are now clawing towards their respective corners, but no one's there to make the tag...
KO: Wait a minute, Roxi Johnson just made it back to her corner, and she's urging Cosmo to make it, and now Davy just made it to his, but when he looked across the ring at Roxi, he just JUMPED BACK DOWN FROM THE APRON!
Cosmo is able to make the hot tag, and Brennan is still staring at Davy Blossom in disbelief when Roxi comes flying into the ring. He turns around just in time to take double boots from a front drop kick that sends him hurtling back into the corner to strike the turnbuckles hard. He stumbles out to a boot to the midsection that doubles him over, and then Roxi hooks him around the head and delivers a swinging neck breaker that snaps him down to the mat. She reaches over and goes for a cover, but even before the count of one she's dragged by her ankle unceremoniously to the outside by Davy Blossom, who winds up and takes her out with a clothesline.
LO: Davy prevented any pinfall attempt there, and he seems pretty pleased with himself after taking Johnson out, but what he doesn't see is Cosmo on the other side of the ring!
KO: TURN AROUND DAVY!
Elegance gets Davy's attention at about the same time that Cosmo comes sailing through the ropes to take him out in a suicide dive that hurls him back into the steel guardrail. Cooper smirks at his handy work, and turns around just in time to see Devlin pulling himself up to his feet on the other side of the ring. He hops onto the apron to get back in the ring, but before he can go anywhere, Siberia Zombie is there, grabbing his leg to try and pull him back down. Instead, he struggles to break her grasp, and in doing so shoves her back, right into the waiting arms of Brodie, who takes her down to the floor and locks on her Finality crossface.
LO: Brodie has The Finality locked in, and Zombie is screaming in pain as Cosmo nods, satisfied, and moves to get more of Devlin...OH! COOPER TURNED BACK AROUND, AND DEVLIN CLOSED THE DISTANCE AND NAILED HIM WITH A SUPERKICK THAT SENT HIM SPRAWLING TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
KO: And we're back to Pandemonium, Laur! Caputo's lost control yet again!
Devlin slips through the ropes to the outside to join the melee, looking off to the side where Brodie torques on his partner, Zombie. Unfortunately, he can't be bothered as Roxi Johnson spins him around, raring back to fire in a shot, but is taken spun around herself by a beleaguered Davy Blossom. She ducks the right hand meant for her, and it inadvertently strikes Devlin who recoils back in surprise. Roxi flips Davy's legs out from under him, taking him down to the floor, and leaps on top of him, the two rolling around trading fists whenever they can. Devlin massages his jaw, and turns his attention back to finding Cosmo, and he steps past the other participants to help the Graps Jesus up off the floor. Cooper suddenly tosses Brennan's hands away, and fires in a forearm to the face, grabs him by the wrist, and whips him towards the time keepers table.
LO: Bodies are scattering out here at ringside, and Brennan Devlin was just sent tumbling over our Time Keeper's table. Cosmo is wading in after him, and OH! DEVLIN JUST SNUCK A STEEL CHAIR SHOT INTO THE RIBS OF COOPER!
KO: It looks like Caputo has finally had enough of this melee, and she just abandoned post to run to the back! Where does she think she's going?
LO: I'd assume to try and get help to navigate the carnage out here! We don't even have a bell anymore to signal the end of this contest, but I'm pretty sure it just got thrown out!
KO: Well, that's a pretty good indication when the referee has literally walked out on the match!
Meanwhile, Cosmo has stumbled his way back over to the ring, clutching at his ribs in pain as Devlin steps around the table he was just thrown over, steel chair in hand. He snarls before winding up and nailing Cooper across the spine, and Cosmo cries out as he drops to his knee's, back arched unnaturally. Devlin sets the chair on the apron, and then pulls Cooper up to toss him into the ring, quickly following and taking up his weapon. Cosmo inches his way up to his feet, clutching his back, and when he turns, there is Devlin, already cocked and loaded, ready to pull the trigger. And what a trigger it is, the hollow sound of steel on bone, flesh being split, and the crack of thunder as the chair finds its way wrapped around Cosmo's skull. Cooper's eyes roll into the back of his head, and he drops to the mat, while the fans boo The Face of Wrestling. Its at that exact moment that security comes marching down to the ring for the second time in the night, moving to each of the individuals in the match and separating.
LO: WHAT A VICIOUS CHAIR SHOT! God almighty, it was visceral! And now Brennan Devlin has relinquished his weapon to security, and has hands up as he backs over into the corner with the most contented smile that I've ever seen.
KO: That's the look of satisfaction, and it looks like Davy Blossom and Roxi Johnson have been separated, and its taken three people to pull Brodie off of Siberia Zombie.....maybe the booking committee should rethink these big tag matches...
LO: No kidding....and medical staff are down in the ring now to try and attend to Cosmo Cooper, and what is Brennan Devlin doing?
KO: Hahahaha! He's counting down, Laur. He and Cosmo's match at Equinox is last man standing, and Brennan Devlin is sending a message to The Graps Jesus that says 'I've already got this!'.
Brennan has reached a count of six, arrogantly drawing the count out, fingers in the air as he continues on his trek to ten. Half the fans boo him intensley, while the other half count along with him, and when all ten fingers are in the air, he laughs smugly, screaming, "I AM....THE TRUE....FACE. OF. WRESTLING!" More words are exchanged with fans not on his side as he joins Roxi Johnson, Davy Blossom, Brodie, and Siberia Zombie as they are escorted out by security. The medical team finally get the crumpled steel chair loose from Cosmo Cooper's skull, and he shoves them away as blood from a gash in his hairline feeds down into his eyes. Despite the fact, he stares up the ramp as Devlin reaches the stage, mockingly holding his hands above his head with open palms, all ten fingers spread apart so it's clear the message he's trying to send.
LO: Folks, if you haven't joined FiteTV yet, then now is the time to do it! Subscribe to see Equinox coming to you LIVE from The Ice Palce in St. Petersburg, Russia in two weeks time. There, these six competitors will not be held back, but will finish what has been an explosive two months in Valor Pro Wrestling! This...this is just the tip of the iceberg, and at Equinox, the avalanche is coming DOWN!
KO: And that's all we have time for tonight, I am Kenneth Othello, and this is Laurence Othello, and we are....
Othello Brothers: THE OTHELLO BROTHERS, SIGNING OFF!
The camera gets a dual camera shot, on the left side of the screen is a bleeding Cosmo Cooper, seething at the ending of this match. On the right side of the screen is Brennan Devlin, still mocking, still holding up ten fingers right into the camera. The VPW logo flashes in the corner, and then the Fite TV logo, and then fade to black...