Post by silentpartner on Jan 28, 2019 17:50:26 GMT -5
Cross Recoba made his way out first to a torrid of boo's, carrying his titanium cane that he had recovered at some point at the end of his match on Equinox. He doesn't look particularly happy to be in this tag situation, a sentiment that is probably shared by many that found themselves on the end of Lethal Lottery pairings. Alexis Terry comes out to much the same reaction as Cross, but she reacts to it with a sense of pride as she storms down to the ring, no happier to be in this partnership than he is. She gives him a once over disparagingly before taking a neutral corner, and throwing her hands out to her side so that the fans can feed her with their jeers.
The arena goes dark and a marching sound fills the arena as the big screen comes to life, and a scene of an army of Zombies right out of the walking dead marches forward. Through flashing lights and mist step Fukushima and Kowloon Zombie side by side. Fukushima has her face painted white with black streaks around her eyes and mouth like something out of a horror movie, and Kowloon stands imposing to the side of her with his arms crossed over his chest. Both march to the ring unison, Fuki slipping beneath the bottom rope, while Kowloon leaps to the apron and swings in. They stand across from their opponents with dead stares aimed their way.
Alexis makes no bones about the fact that she's starting this contest, siting that she is the only legend currently in the ring. Recoba gives her a sly smile before indicating with his hands that the ring was hers before retreating to their corner. Fukushima starts things out for their team, and the two women lock up in the center of the ring. The contest goes back and forth for awhile, both ladies engaging in some chain wrestling, reversing hold for hold. Eventually, Terry cuts Fuki off with a poke to the eye, and then proceeds to give her a beat down in the center of the ring. After feeling satisfied that the match is in hand, she finally turns to Recoba, and offers him a chance at the action.
The two exchange some jibes as he enters the ring, but he quickly follows up where she left off, keeping Fukushima grounded and away from her corner with various mat tactics. Zombie does eventually work her way back into the action by working her way up out of a rear naked choke and shoving Cross back into the ropes, but it was short lived when on the return he caught her with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. He attempted a pinfall, but she got out at two, and he stepped over to his corner where he made the tag to Terry. After some heel double teaming antics that put Fukushima to the canvas, Terry attempted to put the woman away by nailing her signature super kick. To everyone's amazement Fuki got out at two, and an enraged Terry signaled it was over and went to the top for her finishing move, The Most Beautiful Moonsault Ever.
Unfortunately for her, Zombie managed to get out of the way, and Alexis ate nothing but canvas. Both ladies desperately tried to make it to their corners, and eventually the hot tag was made. Recoba and Kowloon rushed in on each other, but it was Kowloon who got the upper hand with a huge release belly to belly to Cross. After two more massive suplex combos, Kowloon roars at the crowd who actually cheer, and he signals he's about to end Recoba. He puts Cross in a powerbomb position, but when Recoba gets up onto his chest he manages to flip over into a sunset flip for a pin. He doesn't keep the pin, however, getting to his feet while retaining hold of Kowloon's legs, and transitions him over into his dreaded Garibaldi's Guillotine!
Kowloon is on the edge of tapping when Fuki comes back into the ring and nails Cross from behind sending him floundering to the mat. Terry seeing this enters the ring, nailing Fukushima with a superkick that sends her falling through the ropes to the outside. Alexis turns around just in time to catch a running mafia kick from Kowloon that nearly turns her inside out. All of this distraction has allowed Recoba to get back to his feet, and as Kowloon is focused on the referee trying to get Terry out of the ring he delivers a wicked low blow to the big man. By the time the ref returns to the match, Cross has the leg hooked, and it looks all but over for The Zombie Clan. A dramatic roll of the shoulder, however, keeps the match going, and Cross looks as if he can't believe it.
Ready to put the big man away, he goes to hook the legs up once more for Garibaldi's Guillotine, but Kowloon twists and fights to keep the move from happening. He shoves backwards and Cross goes to the mat, popping up quickly as Kowloon rises. He rushes right at the man and Kowloon ducks his lariat attempt while hooking that very arm, pulling him into a surprise pump handle position, and then lifts him up into a half nelson driver that wipes him out. He hooks the leg while partially sitting on his face, and the ref drops. Alexis Terry makes her way into the ring to intercept, but Fukushima Zombie manages to trip her up from the outside, and the ref's hand strikes the mat for three.
Kowloon quickly rolls out of the ring as Terry looks on shocked, and beats the mat in a bout of frustration as The Zombie's celebrate on the ramp. Recoba cradles his skull from where it hit the mat, and sits up looking out at the excited Fukushima and Kowloon and spits venom. As the Zombie Clan make their way to the back, Alexis Terry berates Cross Recoba, who argues right back about getting no assistance. Just when it looks like things are about to come to blows, Terry waves the man off as an afterthought and makes her way to exit. Cross, used to being the one who treats others this way, jumps the woman from behind, and the two begin to brawl all the way to the outside. Security eventually shows up as both have given and received their licks, and are pulled apart.
We fade into backstage where Cosmo Cooper has his head down and seems to be pacing back and forth. We are just minutes away from his celebration as Apex Champion. It seems as if he is lost in his own thoughts. Occasionally his lips will move as if he is trying to remember something and then he would reach up and adjust his hat. His flip-flopped feet would carry him to a wider backstage area. With the Apex Championship strapped around his chest, if he had looked up a second sooner he may have noticed her sitting on an equipment box, but Cosmo looked up to see Leela Watts, and before he could turn and quickly shuffle away, they made eye contact for the first time in this type of setting since their break up. The two stood in awkward silence for a while, Leela and Cosmo both gave those awkward smiles to people when you were walking by them and didn’t want to make that much eye contact. After that notion, Cosmo began to walk past her and down another hall but then something stopped him, he turned to look at her.
COOPER: Hey, I know you had a tough out last week but… I’m glad you're here and… I like, know you’ll show them you belong.
Leela’s smile faded for a second but it came back quickly as she nodded her head. Looking from Cosmo’s title and then back to his face.
WATTS: Thanks… I’ve taken hard losses before and that one was no different. Just gotta keep my head up and move on. Can’t dwell on the past. You just end up stuck and running in place.
Leela jumped up from the equipment box and clasped her hands together with a sigh. After her words a deafening silence fell between the two. She looked down at the floor and then back up at him.
WATTS: Congratulations on your Apex Championship win. You definitely deserved it and the celebration that comes with it.
Cooper rubbed the back of his head as he stood in front of her, trying not to meet her eyes. It seemed he felt bad talking about her current loss with him about to go celebrate his championship win.
COOPER: Yeah… dwelling on the past. I guess we just eventually move on and… try to pretend everything is okay even if it isn’t… right?
His body language said he wanted to walk away, but finally he shifted his shoulders to her and held up his hands, finally looking into her eyes.
COOPER: I appreciate you being there, at the funeral. I know she meant a lot to you too and I know I didn’t show it--and I probably still don’t but I appreciate you being there all those times when I couldn’t.
Nodding some, he took a step back.
COOPER: Valor is an… odd place.
Cosmo chuckled.
COOPER: If you need someone to have your back. You know I’ll be there.
Leela’s smile never faded as Cosmo spoke to her. She nodded her head and awkwardly ran her fingers through her hair as she bit her lip thinking of her words before saying them.
WATTS: Thank you so much for allowing me to be at the funeral. It was nice to get to say goodbye even if none of us were quite ready to. She was so proud of you. She’d be even more proud if she could see you running this place like you are but you already know that.
Leela gave Cosmo a pat on the shoulder.
WATTS: I will manage fine here I’m sure but thank you and you know the feeling is mutual. I got your back if you need it.
It looked like Cosmo wanted to say more, but instead he dropped his eyes to the floor and then returned the pat on the back to Leela.
COOPER: Well. I guess… I should get going then?
Adjusting his hat, he took one last look at her and awkwardly waved in her direction and then walked off towards gorilla position. Leela awkwardly waved back, pursing her lips together as she watched him disappear letting out a sigh as she shook her head muttering something under her breath to herself before turning in the opposite direction and walking away.
The arena goes dark and a marching sound fills the arena as the big screen comes to life, and a scene of an army of Zombies right out of the walking dead marches forward. Through flashing lights and mist step Fukushima and Kowloon Zombie side by side. Fukushima has her face painted white with black streaks around her eyes and mouth like something out of a horror movie, and Kowloon stands imposing to the side of her with his arms crossed over his chest. Both march to the ring unison, Fuki slipping beneath the bottom rope, while Kowloon leaps to the apron and swings in. They stand across from their opponents with dead stares aimed their way.
Alexis makes no bones about the fact that she's starting this contest, siting that she is the only legend currently in the ring. Recoba gives her a sly smile before indicating with his hands that the ring was hers before retreating to their corner. Fukushima starts things out for their team, and the two women lock up in the center of the ring. The contest goes back and forth for awhile, both ladies engaging in some chain wrestling, reversing hold for hold. Eventually, Terry cuts Fuki off with a poke to the eye, and then proceeds to give her a beat down in the center of the ring. After feeling satisfied that the match is in hand, she finally turns to Recoba, and offers him a chance at the action.
The two exchange some jibes as he enters the ring, but he quickly follows up where she left off, keeping Fukushima grounded and away from her corner with various mat tactics. Zombie does eventually work her way back into the action by working her way up out of a rear naked choke and shoving Cross back into the ropes, but it was short lived when on the return he caught her with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. He attempted a pinfall, but she got out at two, and he stepped over to his corner where he made the tag to Terry. After some heel double teaming antics that put Fukushima to the canvas, Terry attempted to put the woman away by nailing her signature super kick. To everyone's amazement Fuki got out at two, and an enraged Terry signaled it was over and went to the top for her finishing move, The Most Beautiful Moonsault Ever.
Unfortunately for her, Zombie managed to get out of the way, and Alexis ate nothing but canvas. Both ladies desperately tried to make it to their corners, and eventually the hot tag was made. Recoba and Kowloon rushed in on each other, but it was Kowloon who got the upper hand with a huge release belly to belly to Cross. After two more massive suplex combos, Kowloon roars at the crowd who actually cheer, and he signals he's about to end Recoba. He puts Cross in a powerbomb position, but when Recoba gets up onto his chest he manages to flip over into a sunset flip for a pin. He doesn't keep the pin, however, getting to his feet while retaining hold of Kowloon's legs, and transitions him over into his dreaded Garibaldi's Guillotine!
Kowloon is on the edge of tapping when Fuki comes back into the ring and nails Cross from behind sending him floundering to the mat. Terry seeing this enters the ring, nailing Fukushima with a superkick that sends her falling through the ropes to the outside. Alexis turns around just in time to catch a running mafia kick from Kowloon that nearly turns her inside out. All of this distraction has allowed Recoba to get back to his feet, and as Kowloon is focused on the referee trying to get Terry out of the ring he delivers a wicked low blow to the big man. By the time the ref returns to the match, Cross has the leg hooked, and it looks all but over for The Zombie Clan. A dramatic roll of the shoulder, however, keeps the match going, and Cross looks as if he can't believe it.
Ready to put the big man away, he goes to hook the legs up once more for Garibaldi's Guillotine, but Kowloon twists and fights to keep the move from happening. He shoves backwards and Cross goes to the mat, popping up quickly as Kowloon rises. He rushes right at the man and Kowloon ducks his lariat attempt while hooking that very arm, pulling him into a surprise pump handle position, and then lifts him up into a half nelson driver that wipes him out. He hooks the leg while partially sitting on his face, and the ref drops. Alexis Terry makes her way into the ring to intercept, but Fukushima Zombie manages to trip her up from the outside, and the ref's hand strikes the mat for three.
Kowloon quickly rolls out of the ring as Terry looks on shocked, and beats the mat in a bout of frustration as The Zombie's celebrate on the ramp. Recoba cradles his skull from where it hit the mat, and sits up looking out at the excited Fukushima and Kowloon and spits venom. As the Zombie Clan make their way to the back, Alexis Terry berates Cross Recoba, who argues right back about getting no assistance. Just when it looks like things are about to come to blows, Terry waves the man off as an afterthought and makes her way to exit. Cross, used to being the one who treats others this way, jumps the woman from behind, and the two begin to brawl all the way to the outside. Security eventually shows up as both have given and received their licks, and are pulled apart.
Winner: The Zombie Clan
The knock on the door was just like any other knock.
“Delivery.” The singsong oddly masculine mockery of a female voice however was not.
So it was understandable that Aoki Zombie opened the door with some measure of caution, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
An outrageously huge bouquet filled his vision as it was basically pushed into his face. He didn't have time to register anything past the honeysuckle being shoved up his nose, before the bouquet dropped. A plume of smoke spews out, blinding him, as he’s hit with his own technique, quickly followed by a sharp right to the chin.
The world was in a fog as someone began to tie him up with expert ease, and soon everything fades to black.
“Delivery.” The singsong oddly masculine mockery of a female voice however was not.
So it was understandable that Aoki Zombie opened the door with some measure of caution, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
An outrageously huge bouquet filled his vision as it was basically pushed into his face. He didn't have time to register anything past the honeysuckle being shoved up his nose, before the bouquet dropped. A plume of smoke spews out, blinding him, as he’s hit with his own technique, quickly followed by a sharp right to the chin.
The world was in a fog as someone began to tie him up with expert ease, and soon everything fades to black.
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COOPER: Hey, I know you had a tough out last week but… I’m glad you're here and… I like, know you’ll show them you belong.
Leela’s smile faded for a second but it came back quickly as she nodded her head. Looking from Cosmo’s title and then back to his face.
WATTS: Thanks… I’ve taken hard losses before and that one was no different. Just gotta keep my head up and move on. Can’t dwell on the past. You just end up stuck and running in place.
Leela jumped up from the equipment box and clasped her hands together with a sigh. After her words a deafening silence fell between the two. She looked down at the floor and then back up at him.
WATTS: Congratulations on your Apex Championship win. You definitely deserved it and the celebration that comes with it.
Cooper rubbed the back of his head as he stood in front of her, trying not to meet her eyes. It seemed he felt bad talking about her current loss with him about to go celebrate his championship win.
COOPER: Yeah… dwelling on the past. I guess we just eventually move on and… try to pretend everything is okay even if it isn’t… right?
His body language said he wanted to walk away, but finally he shifted his shoulders to her and held up his hands, finally looking into her eyes.
COOPER: I appreciate you being there, at the funeral. I know she meant a lot to you too and I know I didn’t show it--and I probably still don’t but I appreciate you being there all those times when I couldn’t.
Nodding some, he took a step back.
COOPER: Valor is an… odd place.
Cosmo chuckled.
COOPER: If you need someone to have your back. You know I’ll be there.
Leela’s smile never faded as Cosmo spoke to her. She nodded her head and awkwardly ran her fingers through her hair as she bit her lip thinking of her words before saying them.
WATTS: Thank you so much for allowing me to be at the funeral. It was nice to get to say goodbye even if none of us were quite ready to. She was so proud of you. She’d be even more proud if she could see you running this place like you are but you already know that.
Leela gave Cosmo a pat on the shoulder.
WATTS: I will manage fine here I’m sure but thank you and you know the feeling is mutual. I got your back if you need it.
It looked like Cosmo wanted to say more, but instead he dropped his eyes to the floor and then returned the pat on the back to Leela.
COOPER: Well. I guess… I should get going then?
Adjusting his hat, he took one last look at her and awkwardly waved in her direction and then walked off towards gorilla position. Leela awkwardly waved back, pursing her lips together as she watched him disappear letting out a sigh as she shook her head muttering something under her breath to herself before turning in the opposite direction and walking away.
Francis Ford Cuppola led The French Mime Assassins down to the ring slurping on a cup of curry noodles, balking at the taste but continuing to shovel it into his mouth regardless. The French Mime Assassins entered the ring trying to get the crowd into it by trying to mime their way out of a box, but ultimately failed as Francis yelled at them to stop attempting to high five, claiming that they aren't coordinated enough for that.
Roxi Johnson's music hit first, and she came out to a huge ovation, bebopping down the ramp slapping hands before slipping into the ring to await her partner. A look of disdain comes over her face as the opening piano chords of his music hits, and Davy Blossom steps out to a series of boo's that actually increase when the Indian crowd see's that he is dressed in a loose shirt and Kurta pajamas, while Elegance is wearing a colorful Dhoti, both with red dots on their foreheads. In their hands are woven baskets with flower pedals, and they sprinkle them on the angry crowd from the ramp before making it down to the ring where Davy enters.
The Mimes blankly watch as Roxi confronts Davy and orders him out of the ring, to which The Dewdrop of Wrestling eventually acquiesces. This is all the distraction the Mime's need before they rush across the ring and attack Roxi from behind, pulling her back over to their corner above Davy's protests to the referee. The identical twins make quick tags in and out as they work Roxi over, but when they move to send her off the ropes to catch her with a unified clothesline upon her return, Roxi ducks the move, spring boarding off the second to nail them with a double flying back elbow.
From there, Roxi turns it into overdrive, getting Comme Ci out of the ring so that she can focus her efforts on Comme Ca. The referee, not able to tell the Mime's apart, just goes with the flow as Roxi scoop slams Comme Ca to the mat, and then nails her with a leaping double leg drop across the chest. A pinfall is attempted, but the other Mime comes back into the ring to break it up, and much to Roxi's surprise Davy enters to get Comme Ci off of her. While those two battle to the outside, Roxi is cut off by Comme Ca with a rake to the eyes and a suplex that leaves her flat in the ring. The Mime takes to the corner for a second rope elbow drop, but Roxi shoots out of the way at the last second. As both women rise, Roxi catches her with a high standing dropkick that sends her to the canvas, followed by a breathtaking Take Flight Lionsault.
While Davy keeps the other Mime subdued, Roxi is free to pick up the one, two, three. After the bell, Davy slips into the ring and celebrates while Elegance emphatically claps on the outside. Roxi watches all of this in disbelief, but he clasps his hands together in a begging fashion, and indicates the far corner to her before taking the opposite one to stand on the second rope and posture. Roxi never takes her eyes off of Blossom, but does step up onto the second, finally turning to address her adoring fans that cheer wildly.
Meanwhile, Comme Ca is aided by her partner out of the ring, and she appears disoriented as the two search for Francis. They find him on the other side of the ring passing out questionnaires about his new film, "The Sad Clowns" starring Black Blackman. The two ladies look to one another, back to Double FC, and then back to one another, before leaving him behind to exit up the ramp. Back in the ring, the victors step down from their corners, and Davy offers his hand to Valor's Resident Superhero. Roxi stares down at the offered hand while the crowd all scream 'No', and Elegance climbs onto the apron and gives a repentant response about reformation. Finally, Roxi rolls her eyes, and she more slaps Davy's hand than shakes it, before making her way out of the ring. Davy looks down at his hand, and then in exciting fashion rushes over, and lifts Elegance right up and over the top rope into an embrace. The two share a celebratory walk around the ring while the fans still boo, and Roxi looks over her shoulder in bewilderment before stepping through the curtain to the back.
Roxi Johnson's music hit first, and she came out to a huge ovation, bebopping down the ramp slapping hands before slipping into the ring to await her partner. A look of disdain comes over her face as the opening piano chords of his music hits, and Davy Blossom steps out to a series of boo's that actually increase when the Indian crowd see's that he is dressed in a loose shirt and Kurta pajamas, while Elegance is wearing a colorful Dhoti, both with red dots on their foreheads. In their hands are woven baskets with flower pedals, and they sprinkle them on the angry crowd from the ramp before making it down to the ring where Davy enters.
The Mimes blankly watch as Roxi confronts Davy and orders him out of the ring, to which The Dewdrop of Wrestling eventually acquiesces. This is all the distraction the Mime's need before they rush across the ring and attack Roxi from behind, pulling her back over to their corner above Davy's protests to the referee. The identical twins make quick tags in and out as they work Roxi over, but when they move to send her off the ropes to catch her with a unified clothesline upon her return, Roxi ducks the move, spring boarding off the second to nail them with a double flying back elbow.
From there, Roxi turns it into overdrive, getting Comme Ci out of the ring so that she can focus her efforts on Comme Ca. The referee, not able to tell the Mime's apart, just goes with the flow as Roxi scoop slams Comme Ca to the mat, and then nails her with a leaping double leg drop across the chest. A pinfall is attempted, but the other Mime comes back into the ring to break it up, and much to Roxi's surprise Davy enters to get Comme Ci off of her. While those two battle to the outside, Roxi is cut off by Comme Ca with a rake to the eyes and a suplex that leaves her flat in the ring. The Mime takes to the corner for a second rope elbow drop, but Roxi shoots out of the way at the last second. As both women rise, Roxi catches her with a high standing dropkick that sends her to the canvas, followed by a breathtaking Take Flight Lionsault.
While Davy keeps the other Mime subdued, Roxi is free to pick up the one, two, three. After the bell, Davy slips into the ring and celebrates while Elegance emphatically claps on the outside. Roxi watches all of this in disbelief, but he clasps his hands together in a begging fashion, and indicates the far corner to her before taking the opposite one to stand on the second rope and posture. Roxi never takes her eyes off of Blossom, but does step up onto the second, finally turning to address her adoring fans that cheer wildly.
Meanwhile, Comme Ca is aided by her partner out of the ring, and she appears disoriented as the two search for Francis. They find him on the other side of the ring passing out questionnaires about his new film, "The Sad Clowns" starring Black Blackman. The two ladies look to one another, back to Double FC, and then back to one another, before leaving him behind to exit up the ramp. Back in the ring, the victors step down from their corners, and Davy offers his hand to Valor's Resident Superhero. Roxi stares down at the offered hand while the crowd all scream 'No', and Elegance climbs onto the apron and gives a repentant response about reformation. Finally, Roxi rolls her eyes, and she more slaps Davy's hand than shakes it, before making her way out of the ring. Davy looks down at his hand, and then in exciting fashion rushes over, and lifts Elegance right up and over the top rope into an embrace. The two share a celebratory walk around the ring while the fans still boo, and Roxi looks over her shoulder in bewilderment before stepping through the curtain to the back.
Winner: Roxi Johnson & Davy Blossom
The lights drop as “Turn to Stone” by Joe Walsh kicks into gear. The Indian fanbase takes their cue and start to boo vociferously before anyone emerges from the curtain. The object of their anger appears as the first lead riff strains through the Rajiv Gandhi arena. Cross Recoba appears from the back, changed out of his ring gear and now sports a Stefano Ricci blue wool check suit. The camera catches him as he looks into the crowd shaking his head and mouthing an inaudible to himself. He makes his way to the ring as we see a fan hold up a sign saying “CROSS, THERE’S A LADDER IN YOUR TIGHTS!”. The camera shot changes to behind the former VPW UnYielding Champion and we see a table for one has been laid in the center of the ring with a cloche covering something in the middle of it next to a poured glass of red wine. He rolls into the ring and once more soaks up the less than welcoming greeting the Indian crowd have served up.
CROSS RECOBA: Is that any way to greet a former VPW Champion, India?
The crowd resume hostilities.
CROSS RECOBA: Now, I’m out here because the brain trust that puts together the show you see tonight forgot one important detail…
Cross lets the statement hang in the air for a second.
CROSS RECOBA: When Cosmo Cooper wins a belt, or Vannah and Dakota do some saccharine PR stunt, who ends up being the talk of the show? That’s right, ME!
Cross leans back and places a hand on the table to prop himself up.
CROSS RECOBA: You all saw what I could do earlier tonight, but for those of you who have only just tuned into the show all I can tell you is You were robbed! Much like I was robbed by being saddled with that old out of date hag, Alexis Terry!”
Cross smiles and shakes his head.
CROSS RECOBA: But, worry no more. I couldn’t have an entire sub-continent be robbed of being able to tell their grandchildren or the inmates in whatever hell-hole you deem a prison out here, that they went tonight and didn’t get to see The Box Office! What’s more, how could I, with the scurrilous rumors people say about me, not turn up in an arena dedicated to a former Prime minister after my own heart?
The crowd cheer at the mention for Rajiv Gandhi.
CROSS RECOBA: A man who squirrelled away 2.5 billion Swiss Francs, 178 billion Indian rupees, in a secret account in Zurich.
The crowd start to once more boo and hiss at the Cicero native.
CROSS RECOBA: A man whose cabinet sold out their people to Swedish arms dealers with money for contracts and even better, a man who looked towards Russia and the wealth that swirled around black market economies and then went one better and got money from the KGB for Soviet Ideological Interest!
The crowd shot shows people visibly spitting over the barrier.
CROSS RECOBA: So, in honor of that great man, I’ll raise a toast to him…
Cross lifts his glass to the crowd before taking a sip.
CROSS RECOBA: You know what goes really well with a Malbec?
Cross lifts the cloche open to show a burger sitting on a plate. The camera zooms in on the half-Hindu crowd mortified by what is taking place. The producer cuts to Cross in-ring who raises the burger to the crowd before taking a bite.
CROSS RECOBA: You know, for a country that worships cows as much as you do - learn something from the Japanese, they love cows in Kobe!
Cross looks into the crowd and visibly mouths an ‘Oh fuck’.
CROSS RECOBA: What could be a more fitting tribute to Rajiv Gandhi than shitting on his people like he did to your entire country!
Just before he could continue his vitriolic rant, Eminem’s "Survival" hit, drowning out the boos, which were turning to eventual cheers as his ex-girlfriend, Dakota Jennings marched down to the ring, clearly with a purpose as she made no attempt to high-five anyone. Climbing into the ring, she walked over to the corner, taking a microphone, she stood the other side of the table from her estranged beau. Raising the mic to her lips, she spoke.
DAKOTA JENNINGS: You know, Cross…..All I’ve heard lately from you since you lost that title, is blaming everyone else but yourself. All I hear is how you’re still so superior to everyone else, despite the fact that you were on the pre-show, teaming with someone that they essentially shoe-horned into your corner. Seriously, have you even heard yourself?
The assembled crowd cheered at this as she continued on, walking around and getting straight into Cross’ face, the height difference now blatant, but she showed no fear.
DAKOTA JENNINGS: it’s funny though, isn’t it? Valor Pro Wrestling told me that I would be nothing but the little hanger-on, whether it be onto your arm or Vannah White’s coattails…..Yet here I am, the most talked about female superstar on this roster. You know why that is? Because I tell the truth, I told the truth prior to Equinox when I said that I was going to show the world the real Vannah White and when I told the world that they were going to see a woman that would stand down to no one! Brooklyn Light found that out the hard way.
She smirked at him, bringing herself so close to him now that another inch would have seen them lips to lips. Cross rolls his eyes as if he has seen this before.
DAKOTA JENNINGS: Now I’m out here to tell you some truth, whether you or these people like it or not. Cross, stop fucking talking about what you’re going to do and go out and do it. These people don’t give a fuck that you’re the Box Office, they only boo you because you make them jealous. I hate to tell you this, Cross, but you’re impressing no one with your riches and your knowledge of their Prime Minister or whatever it is these people have. Get your ass out of the doldrums, off the pre-show and back into the main event where you belong, or is there something you’re missing in life now?
She smirked again, waiting for his response. Cross says nothing but just smirks back at her before rolling out of the ring. “Turn to Stone” kicks back into life as he backs away down the aisle. The camera cuts to Dakota who watches him leave with a smile.
CROSS RECOBA: Is that any way to greet a former VPW Champion, India?
The crowd resume hostilities.
CROSS RECOBA: Now, I’m out here because the brain trust that puts together the show you see tonight forgot one important detail…
Cross lets the statement hang in the air for a second.
CROSS RECOBA: When Cosmo Cooper wins a belt, or Vannah and Dakota do some saccharine PR stunt, who ends up being the talk of the show? That’s right, ME!
Cross leans back and places a hand on the table to prop himself up.
CROSS RECOBA: You all saw what I could do earlier tonight, but for those of you who have only just tuned into the show all I can tell you is You were robbed! Much like I was robbed by being saddled with that old out of date hag, Alexis Terry!”
Cross smiles and shakes his head.
CROSS RECOBA: But, worry no more. I couldn’t have an entire sub-continent be robbed of being able to tell their grandchildren or the inmates in whatever hell-hole you deem a prison out here, that they went tonight and didn’t get to see The Box Office! What’s more, how could I, with the scurrilous rumors people say about me, not turn up in an arena dedicated to a former Prime minister after my own heart?
The crowd cheer at the mention for Rajiv Gandhi.
CROSS RECOBA: A man who squirrelled away 2.5 billion Swiss Francs, 178 billion Indian rupees, in a secret account in Zurich.
The crowd start to once more boo and hiss at the Cicero native.
CROSS RECOBA: A man whose cabinet sold out their people to Swedish arms dealers with money for contracts and even better, a man who looked towards Russia and the wealth that swirled around black market economies and then went one better and got money from the KGB for Soviet Ideological Interest!
The crowd shot shows people visibly spitting over the barrier.
CROSS RECOBA: So, in honor of that great man, I’ll raise a toast to him…
Cross lifts his glass to the crowd before taking a sip.
CROSS RECOBA: You know what goes really well with a Malbec?
Cross lifts the cloche open to show a burger sitting on a plate. The camera zooms in on the half-Hindu crowd mortified by what is taking place. The producer cuts to Cross in-ring who raises the burger to the crowd before taking a bite.
CROSS RECOBA: You know, for a country that worships cows as much as you do - learn something from the Japanese, they love cows in Kobe!
Cross looks into the crowd and visibly mouths an ‘Oh fuck’.
CROSS RECOBA: What could be a more fitting tribute to Rajiv Gandhi than shitting on his people like he did to your entire country!
Just before he could continue his vitriolic rant, Eminem’s "Survival" hit, drowning out the boos, which were turning to eventual cheers as his ex-girlfriend, Dakota Jennings marched down to the ring, clearly with a purpose as she made no attempt to high-five anyone. Climbing into the ring, she walked over to the corner, taking a microphone, she stood the other side of the table from her estranged beau. Raising the mic to her lips, she spoke.
DAKOTA JENNINGS: You know, Cross…..All I’ve heard lately from you since you lost that title, is blaming everyone else but yourself. All I hear is how you’re still so superior to everyone else, despite the fact that you were on the pre-show, teaming with someone that they essentially shoe-horned into your corner. Seriously, have you even heard yourself?
The assembled crowd cheered at this as she continued on, walking around and getting straight into Cross’ face, the height difference now blatant, but she showed no fear.
DAKOTA JENNINGS: it’s funny though, isn’t it? Valor Pro Wrestling told me that I would be nothing but the little hanger-on, whether it be onto your arm or Vannah White’s coattails…..Yet here I am, the most talked about female superstar on this roster. You know why that is? Because I tell the truth, I told the truth prior to Equinox when I said that I was going to show the world the real Vannah White and when I told the world that they were going to see a woman that would stand down to no one! Brooklyn Light found that out the hard way.
She smirked at him, bringing herself so close to him now that another inch would have seen them lips to lips. Cross rolls his eyes as if he has seen this before.
DAKOTA JENNINGS: Now I’m out here to tell you some truth, whether you or these people like it or not. Cross, stop fucking talking about what you’re going to do and go out and do it. These people don’t give a fuck that you’re the Box Office, they only boo you because you make them jealous. I hate to tell you this, Cross, but you’re impressing no one with your riches and your knowledge of their Prime Minister or whatever it is these people have. Get your ass out of the doldrums, off the pre-show and back into the main event where you belong, or is there something you’re missing in life now?
She smirked again, waiting for his response. Cross says nothing but just smirks back at her before rolling out of the ring. “Turn to Stone” kicks back into life as he backs away down the aisle. The camera cuts to Dakota who watches him leave with a smile.
The camera pulls back and pans the arena catching a shot of Dakota Jennings just making her way from ringside after the opening segment, and the Indian crowd roars at seeing themselves on the big screen. Suddenly, the camera whips around to where it now rests at the top of the stage overlooking the ring, and begins to rush down the ramp, over the ropes, and finally comes to settle on the Valor Pro Announce booth where the Othello Brothers wait anxiously to start the show.
Laurence Othello: Welcome everyone to the ninth episode of Blitz on Fite TV from the wonderful city of Ernakulum, India as we kick off our Asia-Pacific Tour from the Rajive Ghandi Indoor Stadium!
Kenneth Othello; That's right, Laur! And I've been enjoying the sites and sounds of India this week. This is the home of Dollywood!
LO: Um....I think you mean Bollywood. Dollywood is in Tennessee back in the states.
KO: Whatever! I'll be honest, I have to agree with Cross Recoba on this one. You can't find a decent steak in this entire country. I was seriously contemplating jumping in the ring after that burger he presented.
LO: Cross Recoba starting the live portion of Blitz off as a world class dick. I mean, it's bad enough that he tried to cheap shot his partner, Alexis Terry when they didn't advance in the Chimera Tag Tournament, but then he comes out here to insult our Indian fan base. You know, I can't believe I'm about to say this, but thank God for Dakota Jennings.
KO: That's a load of crap if I ever heard it! Cross Recoba was on a roll and out she comes to cause problems. She's lucky he didn't jump her ass too! Oh, wait, he already did....and kicked it to the curb!
LO: Whatever the case may be with their personal life, Dakota Jennings delivered a real reality check to Recoba here tonight so it should be interesting to see how that pans out for the future.
KO: Moving right along, how about my man Davy Blossom advancing in the Chimera Tag Tournament on The Undercard?
LO: Um....it was Roxi Johnson who made the pin and did the work. Matter of fact, Davy never even got tagged in the entire match!
KO: Yeah, but if he hadn't got involved there at the end, Roxi wouldn't have been able to work her magic!
LO: I have to admit, he was on his best behavior and seemed to really want to make this whole thing work, but I just don't trust the guy.
KO: That's ludicrous! Davy's one of the most trustworthy people I've ever met.
There is an uncomfortable silence as the brother's stare at one another, and then Laurence decides it's time to move on.
LO: Well how about what we have in store for the viewers tonight, Ken! We are going to finally see a confrontation between Brodie and Zachariah Krahe after three months of heated back and forth on Twitter and backstage antics, not to mention the build up and eventual finish between Siberia Zombie and The Submission Machine which had Krahe at it's center!
KO: Yeah, I expect this Main Event to be implosive if not explosive, as these two collide for what will be their fourth encounter. Currently they stand at Brodie one, and Zachariah Krahe two!
LO: Indeed, and this entire situation goes all the way back to Blitz#2 without any real resolution. I will say this, however, Brodie has never managed to pin or submit Zachariah Krahe, but she did put him on the shelf for nearly a month after their encounter at 7 Pillars. I can't wait to see what happens here tonight, as I'm sure it will be destructive.
KO: I don't think we can talk about Krahe without talking about The Zombie Clan either. I mean, we saw on The Undercard that someone attacked Aoki Zombie and appeared to be tying him up. I know of a guy who has that M.O., and he's the current UnYielding Champion!
LO: I guess we'll have to wait and see how that plays out, but considering that beating he took at the end of Equinox thanks to The Zombie Clan, it's probably a safe bet that Aoki is in for one hell of a night!
KO: Well if that isn't enough to keep you hooked, check this out...we got not one, but two big segments coming up with our General Manager, Vanessa Byrne.
LO: That's right, Ken! Mrs. Byrne will be on 'Where There's Stokes, There's Fire' later tonight with our new Apex Champion, Cosmo Cooper, to celebrate his victory at Equinox over Brennan Devlin. God, that was an epic match wasn't it?
KO: Instant Classic, brother-of-mine, and Vanessa has every reason to celebrate considering it was her who named Cosmo her Champion Of Choice in the first place. Everything she predicted came to pass!
LO: Maybe so, but I can't help but notice that Brennan Devlin is not booked for anything on this card, so I have to wonder what he'll have to say after that heartbreaking loss. I mean, those two men gave it their all, and it literally came down to a matter of three steps to determine the winner. Neither one of them left of their own power that night.
KO: I'm sure The Face of Wrestling is going to be keen on seeing what is said during the Stokes segment, but what about this other announcement?
LO: Apparently the Apex Championship isn't the only thing on Mrs. Byrne's mind, as obviously we've kicked off a tag tournament to determine contenders for the Chimera Tag Team Championships, but she hasn't actually said how that will play out.
KO: Maybe we'll find out later tonight, but I do find it interesting that she's invited Neo Tokyo and #Trendsetters to the ring for all of this. They have definitely played a part in getting this Tag Team Revolution started here in Valor Pro. I just wonder what the atmosphere is going to be like after everything that went down between the two teams at Equinox?
LO: Good question, cause Dakota Jennings, much like she already stated here tonight with Recoba, has a pretty big chip on her shoulder. That could result in mayhem later tonight.
KO: I sure hope so. As much as I don't like her interrupting Cross, she did have some valid points. Hell, even I was guilty of pegging her as a hanger-on, but she's stepped out of the shadow of everyone and is fired up! Even Vannah White can't control what she might do!
LO: Speaking of, I hear Vannah was pretty upset with Dakota about how things ended at Equinox. I wonder how that could factor in their ability to work as a team.
KO: If Vannah know's whats good for her, she might want to try easing off the morality leash, and let her partner take them in that direction.
LO: I don't know about that, but I do know we have another Chimera Tag Tournament match on the horizon before the night is through. Lethal Lottery has struck again, as Andrew Vilar and Zack Fantana take on Allison Sullivan and Leela Watts.
KO: I know at Equinox, Andy Vilar was the only one to walk away with a victory out of the four mentioned, but right now, there is no other commodity in the company that is hotter than Zack Fantana. These people love him!
LO: True Story, although Andrew Vilar is a fast up and comer, while Leela Watts brings a veteran's playbook of knowledge to the ring. We all saw that Allison Sullivan has some major potential after her performance at Equinox, she's just a little green behind the gills. A partner like Watts could provide that guiding force to what could be a great tag team!
KO: I guess we'll just have to wait and see. What I want to talk about is the Grudge Match that neither competitor acknowledged as a Grudge Match....yet they really seem not to like each other, Laur.
LO: Yeah, I believe in the beginning this was a situation where neither of them had any real personal stakes in the title 'Grudge', but as the week has went on and words have been slung, I don't think there is anything you could call it but 'Personal'.
KO: They are complete opposites, man. I mean, I personally favor NovaCaine, not just in age and experience, but because he has a point. I think sometimes these Millennial's are a little too stuck on their high horses to see how the world really is, and to be honest, has always been. Humanity doesn't just change overnight.
LO: I don't think there is anything wrong with have a strong moral conviction, and fighting to make the world a better place. I think that Fallon Lockhart embodies that motif, and that's why she's connected with the fans in the way she has in such a short time.
KO: Sure, and that wouldn't have anything to do with her skimpy ring gear and how she's branded herself as this Rainbow Warrior?
LO: If You're asking me if I think that Fallon is just a gimmick, then I'm going to have to give a hard 'NO'. But, in the same turn, NovaCaine, disgusting as I may find him, is the same. I think that's what makes this such a unique situation, and the definition of a Grudge Match. They are literally fighting for ideals!
KO: I guess the same could be said for our opening bout. Danny Rizzo is the epitome of clean cut youth, and he's going up against a woman, who quite frankly, doesn't give a shit about any of that.
LO: I have to admit, Lorean Moore is a bit of a straight to the point sort of character, and Danny Rizzo is just a roadblock in her path to what she considers greatness.
KO: I think it's a fair point. I also think experience will factor in to this as well. Rizzo is a great athlete, but he's green as grass, and just way to nice. He hasn't figured out that you can't win anything with a handshake in the wrestling business.
LO: Maybe not, but that doesn't mean you can't be respectful of your peers, and go out there in the true spirit of competition. I know you hate it, Ken, but that doesn't involve steel chairs and low blows.
KO: It does if you want to make it to the top of the mountain. Don't be so condescending Laurence...as I recall, you had no problem with some of my actions when it led us to victory. I'm just saying the same thing applies to the performers of today.
LO: Yeah, well, that was then, and this is now. I think you and I both have had enough time out of the ring to appreciate different perspectives on the business. It's a little different from the outside looking in.
KO: Speaking of, I just got word in my headset....there's something going on in the back, so how about we look in on it!
Laurence Othello: Welcome everyone to the ninth episode of Blitz on Fite TV from the wonderful city of Ernakulum, India as we kick off our Asia-Pacific Tour from the Rajive Ghandi Indoor Stadium!
Kenneth Othello; That's right, Laur! And I've been enjoying the sites and sounds of India this week. This is the home of Dollywood!
LO: Um....I think you mean Bollywood. Dollywood is in Tennessee back in the states.
KO: Whatever! I'll be honest, I have to agree with Cross Recoba on this one. You can't find a decent steak in this entire country. I was seriously contemplating jumping in the ring after that burger he presented.
LO: Cross Recoba starting the live portion of Blitz off as a world class dick. I mean, it's bad enough that he tried to cheap shot his partner, Alexis Terry when they didn't advance in the Chimera Tag Tournament, but then he comes out here to insult our Indian fan base. You know, I can't believe I'm about to say this, but thank God for Dakota Jennings.
KO: That's a load of crap if I ever heard it! Cross Recoba was on a roll and out she comes to cause problems. She's lucky he didn't jump her ass too! Oh, wait, he already did....and kicked it to the curb!
LO: Whatever the case may be with their personal life, Dakota Jennings delivered a real reality check to Recoba here tonight so it should be interesting to see how that pans out for the future.
KO: Moving right along, how about my man Davy Blossom advancing in the Chimera Tag Tournament on The Undercard?
LO: Um....it was Roxi Johnson who made the pin and did the work. Matter of fact, Davy never even got tagged in the entire match!
KO: Yeah, but if he hadn't got involved there at the end, Roxi wouldn't have been able to work her magic!
LO: I have to admit, he was on his best behavior and seemed to really want to make this whole thing work, but I just don't trust the guy.
KO: That's ludicrous! Davy's one of the most trustworthy people I've ever met.
There is an uncomfortable silence as the brother's stare at one another, and then Laurence decides it's time to move on.
LO: Well how about what we have in store for the viewers tonight, Ken! We are going to finally see a confrontation between Brodie and Zachariah Krahe after three months of heated back and forth on Twitter and backstage antics, not to mention the build up and eventual finish between Siberia Zombie and The Submission Machine which had Krahe at it's center!
KO: Yeah, I expect this Main Event to be implosive if not explosive, as these two collide for what will be their fourth encounter. Currently they stand at Brodie one, and Zachariah Krahe two!
LO: Indeed, and this entire situation goes all the way back to Blitz#2 without any real resolution. I will say this, however, Brodie has never managed to pin or submit Zachariah Krahe, but she did put him on the shelf for nearly a month after their encounter at 7 Pillars. I can't wait to see what happens here tonight, as I'm sure it will be destructive.
KO: I don't think we can talk about Krahe without talking about The Zombie Clan either. I mean, we saw on The Undercard that someone attacked Aoki Zombie and appeared to be tying him up. I know of a guy who has that M.O., and he's the current UnYielding Champion!
LO: I guess we'll have to wait and see how that plays out, but considering that beating he took at the end of Equinox thanks to The Zombie Clan, it's probably a safe bet that Aoki is in for one hell of a night!
KO: Well if that isn't enough to keep you hooked, check this out...we got not one, but two big segments coming up with our General Manager, Vanessa Byrne.
LO: That's right, Ken! Mrs. Byrne will be on 'Where There's Stokes, There's Fire' later tonight with our new Apex Champion, Cosmo Cooper, to celebrate his victory at Equinox over Brennan Devlin. God, that was an epic match wasn't it?
KO: Instant Classic, brother-of-mine, and Vanessa has every reason to celebrate considering it was her who named Cosmo her Champion Of Choice in the first place. Everything she predicted came to pass!
LO: Maybe so, but I can't help but notice that Brennan Devlin is not booked for anything on this card, so I have to wonder what he'll have to say after that heartbreaking loss. I mean, those two men gave it their all, and it literally came down to a matter of three steps to determine the winner. Neither one of them left of their own power that night.
KO: I'm sure The Face of Wrestling is going to be keen on seeing what is said during the Stokes segment, but what about this other announcement?
LO: Apparently the Apex Championship isn't the only thing on Mrs. Byrne's mind, as obviously we've kicked off a tag tournament to determine contenders for the Chimera Tag Team Championships, but she hasn't actually said how that will play out.
KO: Maybe we'll find out later tonight, but I do find it interesting that she's invited Neo Tokyo and #Trendsetters to the ring for all of this. They have definitely played a part in getting this Tag Team Revolution started here in Valor Pro. I just wonder what the atmosphere is going to be like after everything that went down between the two teams at Equinox?
LO: Good question, cause Dakota Jennings, much like she already stated here tonight with Recoba, has a pretty big chip on her shoulder. That could result in mayhem later tonight.
KO: I sure hope so. As much as I don't like her interrupting Cross, she did have some valid points. Hell, even I was guilty of pegging her as a hanger-on, but she's stepped out of the shadow of everyone and is fired up! Even Vannah White can't control what she might do!
LO: Speaking of, I hear Vannah was pretty upset with Dakota about how things ended at Equinox. I wonder how that could factor in their ability to work as a team.
KO: If Vannah know's whats good for her, she might want to try easing off the morality leash, and let her partner take them in that direction.
LO: I don't know about that, but I do know we have another Chimera Tag Tournament match on the horizon before the night is through. Lethal Lottery has struck again, as Andrew Vilar and Zack Fantana take on Allison Sullivan and Leela Watts.
KO: I know at Equinox, Andy Vilar was the only one to walk away with a victory out of the four mentioned, but right now, there is no other commodity in the company that is hotter than Zack Fantana. These people love him!
LO: True Story, although Andrew Vilar is a fast up and comer, while Leela Watts brings a veteran's playbook of knowledge to the ring. We all saw that Allison Sullivan has some major potential after her performance at Equinox, she's just a little green behind the gills. A partner like Watts could provide that guiding force to what could be a great tag team!
KO: I guess we'll just have to wait and see. What I want to talk about is the Grudge Match that neither competitor acknowledged as a Grudge Match....yet they really seem not to like each other, Laur.
LO: Yeah, I believe in the beginning this was a situation where neither of them had any real personal stakes in the title 'Grudge', but as the week has went on and words have been slung, I don't think there is anything you could call it but 'Personal'.
KO: They are complete opposites, man. I mean, I personally favor NovaCaine, not just in age and experience, but because he has a point. I think sometimes these Millennial's are a little too stuck on their high horses to see how the world really is, and to be honest, has always been. Humanity doesn't just change overnight.
LO: I don't think there is anything wrong with have a strong moral conviction, and fighting to make the world a better place. I think that Fallon Lockhart embodies that motif, and that's why she's connected with the fans in the way she has in such a short time.
KO: Sure, and that wouldn't have anything to do with her skimpy ring gear and how she's branded herself as this Rainbow Warrior?
LO: If You're asking me if I think that Fallon is just a gimmick, then I'm going to have to give a hard 'NO'. But, in the same turn, NovaCaine, disgusting as I may find him, is the same. I think that's what makes this such a unique situation, and the definition of a Grudge Match. They are literally fighting for ideals!
KO: I guess the same could be said for our opening bout. Danny Rizzo is the epitome of clean cut youth, and he's going up against a woman, who quite frankly, doesn't give a shit about any of that.
LO: I have to admit, Lorean Moore is a bit of a straight to the point sort of character, and Danny Rizzo is just a roadblock in her path to what she considers greatness.
KO: I think it's a fair point. I also think experience will factor in to this as well. Rizzo is a great athlete, but he's green as grass, and just way to nice. He hasn't figured out that you can't win anything with a handshake in the wrestling business.
LO: Maybe not, but that doesn't mean you can't be respectful of your peers, and go out there in the true spirit of competition. I know you hate it, Ken, but that doesn't involve steel chairs and low blows.
KO: It does if you want to make it to the top of the mountain. Don't be so condescending Laurence...as I recall, you had no problem with some of my actions when it led us to victory. I'm just saying the same thing applies to the performers of today.
LO: Yeah, well, that was then, and this is now. I think you and I both have had enough time out of the ring to appreciate different perspectives on the business. It's a little different from the outside looking in.
KO: Speaking of, I just got word in my headset....there's something going on in the back, so how about we look in on it!
Apparently tonight was the night of surprises, because Zachariah Krähe sitting beside a tied up and gagged Aokigahara Zombie, was the last thing Zack Fantana planned to see upon entering his dressing room.
Krähe looks up from the magazine he'd been flicking through with a welcoming grin.
“About time, I was wondering when you would get here.”
Upon seeing the gagged Zombie, Fantana took two paces backward and out the door, moving it slightly to read the sign on the outside.
“No, I was right. It did say Fantana,” he said, approaching the pair once again and dropping his bag on the floor. Looking Aokigahara in the eye, Zack quietly folded his arms, attempting to register what he was seeing to no avail. “Well, don’t let me interrupt.”
Krähe looks back at his magazine with a shrug.
"We were supposed to have a semi violent heart to heart chat, but this guy is having too much fun being tied up to focus."
Aokigahara let's out some muffled laughter and nods when he spots Zack.
“Look despite what it looks like I don't actually have any revenge in mind. I owed the Zombie Clan a blood debt after what happened with Siberia, and that beat down was it.”
He glances up at Aokigahara, whose eyes were busy dancing around the room. Likely looking for anything that could be used as a weapon.
“You kinda grow on a person after a while, but if you do that again I'm gonna drop you on your head...We can get drinks after. You a whiskey guy or beer? Oy, you paying attention?”
Krähe snapped his fingers causing Aokigahara’s eyes to focus on him once more
"I'd like to see where this is going. Is that one joining in?"
Krähe's eyebrows lifted as he gestured vaguely towards Zack.
"Who Zack? It would likely do wonders for him to have a few drinks, but I very highly doubt it."
Aokigahara seems to take this in stride, though his brow furrows slightly, as a thought occurs to him.
"What about that revenge?"
Krähe looks up at Zack with an long suffering sigh.
"And here we go again.You see what I mean? He's so excited about getting hit that he isn't listening to me."
Fantana blinked, still processing everything.
“Well, it’s been fun catching up with everybody,” Fantana addressed Zachariah, though his eyes had scarcely wandered from Aokigahara since he entered the room. He held the door open with his foot as if to send the pair politely on their way, though it didn’t seem particularly likely that Aoki was going to walk out on his own volition.
“Look guys, I super appreciate the invite to whatever this may be, but I guess I’d prefer to keep it Switzerland in this particular blood feud. I mean, what does any of this have to do with me?”
Krähe gives him a look that clearly says he is worried that Zack's vrain may ve functioning slower than usual.
"There has hardly been enough blood for this to be a blood feud, and it's not like I could take him to Siberia's dressing room. You're the next friend on the list so here we are."
Krähe sets the magazine to the side giving up any pretense of looking at it.
"By the way, this night isn't exactly going the way I planned it would either."
Fantana sighed.
“Well, Zach, as I recall that there was once a day when you surprised me with flowers instead of a 230 lbs. Zombie, but I’m afraid our relationship has just lost that spark. Those days are gone.”
He once again gestured toward the door, knowing it to be in vain.
His efforts earned him little more than two looks of confusion. Aokigahara's likely the more valid considering that he couldn't walk anywhere.
"What do you mean the spark is gone? We bonded in that triple threat match."
He glances over at Aokigahara, as if for confirmation.
"Didn't you see the look we shared, before teaming up to get Cross out of the way?"
Aokigahara slowly nods his head, closing his eyes and picturing the moment. It's as if he is truly absorbing the question into his being and weighing the answer...Like a homicidal slightly crazed buddha.
"You two make great memories together"
Then he opens his eyes to once more flicker over the two men, and the moment is shattered.
Krähe's face is a mask of surprised appreciation. The appreciation quickly shifting into a vindicated grin that he turns on Zack.
"Thank you Aoki, you see? The spark is definitely still there."
“Ah, but that's the problem, Krähe. We're only 'friends' when you're in need of something.”
Zack had already begun sorting through his gear, having resigned himself to the notion that no one would be leaving anytime soon.
“But I suppose that since I really have no dog in this fight, you can stay, as long as you keep your boy on a leash.”
Fantana waved his hand at Aoki’s face.
"Because I’m not really vibing on this guy’s whole demeanor right now.”
Rather than be bothered by Zack's words, Aokigahara merely smiles with teeth wide apart in a violent grin.
Undeterred by the dangerous grin, Krähe pats Aokigahara's shoulder to comfort him.
"Don't take it personally he is like this with just about everyone from what I've seen."
Dropping his hand away, he turns his attention back to Zack. His grey eyes leveling the other man with a look heavy with consideration.
"It's not like the road wouldn't go both ways if you asked, but then you never ask."
Zack saw Aoki’s eyes light up at that offer.
“Say nothing.”
He returned his attention to Zachariah.
“I don’t like taking on debt. I prefer being self-reliant. But while we’re here, you might as well humor me. What are we to do with the Zombie on my floor?”
Krähe sighs knowing that he has likely pushed Zack as far as he'll go for one night. His gaze flickers back over to briefly share a glance with Aokigahara, before turning back to Zack.
"I'm not going to lie there was a moment I thought of turning him into a human pinata, but I think he would like it to much."
He trails off as a devilish smile curls the corner of his mouth.
"On second thought, I know exactly where I'm going to take him…”
Krähe looks up from the magazine he'd been flicking through with a welcoming grin.
“About time, I was wondering when you would get here.”
Upon seeing the gagged Zombie, Fantana took two paces backward and out the door, moving it slightly to read the sign on the outside.
“No, I was right. It did say Fantana,” he said, approaching the pair once again and dropping his bag on the floor. Looking Aokigahara in the eye, Zack quietly folded his arms, attempting to register what he was seeing to no avail. “Well, don’t let me interrupt.”
Krähe looks back at his magazine with a shrug.
"We were supposed to have a semi violent heart to heart chat, but this guy is having too much fun being tied up to focus."
Aokigahara let's out some muffled laughter and nods when he spots Zack.
“Look despite what it looks like I don't actually have any revenge in mind. I owed the Zombie Clan a blood debt after what happened with Siberia, and that beat down was it.”
He glances up at Aokigahara, whose eyes were busy dancing around the room. Likely looking for anything that could be used as a weapon.
“You kinda grow on a person after a while, but if you do that again I'm gonna drop you on your head...We can get drinks after. You a whiskey guy or beer? Oy, you paying attention?”
Krähe snapped his fingers causing Aokigahara’s eyes to focus on him once more
"I'd like to see where this is going. Is that one joining in?"
Krähe's eyebrows lifted as he gestured vaguely towards Zack.
"Who Zack? It would likely do wonders for him to have a few drinks, but I very highly doubt it."
Aokigahara seems to take this in stride, though his brow furrows slightly, as a thought occurs to him.
"What about that revenge?"
Krähe looks up at Zack with an long suffering sigh.
"And here we go again.You see what I mean? He's so excited about getting hit that he isn't listening to me."
Fantana blinked, still processing everything.
“Well, it’s been fun catching up with everybody,” Fantana addressed Zachariah, though his eyes had scarcely wandered from Aokigahara since he entered the room. He held the door open with his foot as if to send the pair politely on their way, though it didn’t seem particularly likely that Aoki was going to walk out on his own volition.
“Look guys, I super appreciate the invite to whatever this may be, but I guess I’d prefer to keep it Switzerland in this particular blood feud. I mean, what does any of this have to do with me?”
Krähe gives him a look that clearly says he is worried that Zack's vrain may ve functioning slower than usual.
"There has hardly been enough blood for this to be a blood feud, and it's not like I could take him to Siberia's dressing room. You're the next friend on the list so here we are."
Krähe sets the magazine to the side giving up any pretense of looking at it.
"By the way, this night isn't exactly going the way I planned it would either."
Fantana sighed.
“Well, Zach, as I recall that there was once a day when you surprised me with flowers instead of a 230 lbs. Zombie, but I’m afraid our relationship has just lost that spark. Those days are gone.”
He once again gestured toward the door, knowing it to be in vain.
His efforts earned him little more than two looks of confusion. Aokigahara's likely the more valid considering that he couldn't walk anywhere.
"What do you mean the spark is gone? We bonded in that triple threat match."
He glances over at Aokigahara, as if for confirmation.
"Didn't you see the look we shared, before teaming up to get Cross out of the way?"
Aokigahara slowly nods his head, closing his eyes and picturing the moment. It's as if he is truly absorbing the question into his being and weighing the answer...Like a homicidal slightly crazed buddha.
"You two make great memories together"
Then he opens his eyes to once more flicker over the two men, and the moment is shattered.
Krähe's face is a mask of surprised appreciation. The appreciation quickly shifting into a vindicated grin that he turns on Zack.
"Thank you Aoki, you see? The spark is definitely still there."
“Ah, but that's the problem, Krähe. We're only 'friends' when you're in need of something.”
Zack had already begun sorting through his gear, having resigned himself to the notion that no one would be leaving anytime soon.
“But I suppose that since I really have no dog in this fight, you can stay, as long as you keep your boy on a leash.”
Fantana waved his hand at Aoki’s face.
"Because I’m not really vibing on this guy’s whole demeanor right now.”
Rather than be bothered by Zack's words, Aokigahara merely smiles with teeth wide apart in a violent grin.
Undeterred by the dangerous grin, Krähe pats Aokigahara's shoulder to comfort him.
"Don't take it personally he is like this with just about everyone from what I've seen."
Dropping his hand away, he turns his attention back to Zack. His grey eyes leveling the other man with a look heavy with consideration.
"It's not like the road wouldn't go both ways if you asked, but then you never ask."
Zack saw Aoki’s eyes light up at that offer.
“Say nothing.”
He returned his attention to Zachariah.
“I don’t like taking on debt. I prefer being self-reliant. But while we’re here, you might as well humor me. What are we to do with the Zombie on my floor?”
Krähe sighs knowing that he has likely pushed Zack as far as he'll go for one night. His gaze flickers back over to briefly share a glance with Aokigahara, before turning back to Zack.
"I'm not going to lie there was a moment I thought of turning him into a human pinata, but I think he would like it to much."
He trails off as a devilish smile curls the corner of his mouth.
"On second thought, I know exactly where I'm going to take him…”
LO: So it was Krahe that attacked Aokigahara Zombie!
KO: Was there really ever any doubt, Laur. And now he's dragged Zack Fantana into it!
LO: Unwillingly I might add, but it sounds like he's going to take Aoki somewhere else. That doesn't bode well for the leader of The Zombie Clan!
KO: I thought Tokyo was the leader?
LO: There's another one? Jesus! How many are there?
KO: Well, their tron video showed an army, so who knows!
LO: I guess we'll find out a little later on tonight, but right now let's get ready for some action!
Ring Announcer: The following is a singles match, and is scheduled for one fall or submission....
The opening riffs to 'A Warriors Call' by Volbeat, and at "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!" Danny Rizzo rips through the curtain using his hands to try and lift the crowd out of their seats. 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 grins 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 comes to an 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 Russian fans explode in a cheer, returning his pumping fist towards the ring. He drops down and grabs the top rope, stretching himself out before his match.
LO: Danny Rizzo put on one hell of an effort at Equinox, but he came up short thanks to a super fast small package from Fallon Lockhart. Still, very impressive young man.
KO: Yeah, maybe if he had been more focused on beating her down instead of shaking her hand then he would've won the damn match.
LO: Bitter much?
KO: Look! These kids coming in all sweet and nice is fine, but this is professional wrestling, it ain't ballet. I want to see some aggression here tonight, and if I don't get it out of him, I bet Lorean Moore will have no problem taking his place!
'Royal Jelly' by Deap Jelly hit's over the PA System and the lights on stage flash with the repeated riff of the song. When the lyrics kick in Lorean Moore pushes through the curtain a sly smile on her face as she pauses at the top of the stage and lifts her arms out to her side as if offering herself to the world. The fans give a mixed reaction, and she sniffs the air in response, eye brow raising as she starts down the ramp towards the ring.
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, making her way to the ring from Soho, Manhattan, New York, standing at 5 foot 4 and weighing in at 123 pounds, in her debut performance at Valor Pro, this is LOREAN MOOORREEE!
Moore reaches ringside and uses the steps to climb up onto the apron, wiping her feet, and then slipping into the ring. She steps around the ring looking out at the crowd with that same sly smile, but there is an irritation behind her eyes at the fact that the people aren't more receptive. With a flip of her hair she shrugs, and turns to face Danny Rizzo whose jumping up and down in preparation in his corner. She rolls her eyes, and signals to the ref to get on with it.
LO: Lorean Moore seemed a little perturbed with the crowd for not bowing down to her excellence. I mean, I know she's been a multi-time champion in several other promotions, but it seems a little presumptuous to assume our Valor Pro crowd would go nuts for her in her debut match.
KO: Well that's cause our fans can be idiots sometimes. She's out here carrying herself with poise and confidence, while Danny Rizzo is over there contemplating offer his hand before they start.
LO: How do you know that's what he's going to do?
KO: Come on, Laur. Just look at him. He's bursting with positivity and PC culture.
LO: Be that as it may, the ref just signaled for the bell, and.....well.....Danny Rizzo just offered a handshake to Lorean Moore.
KO: What did I tell you?
Lorean looks down at the offered hand in bemusement, and she cocks her head to the side with a grin before taking the gesture and giving it a firm shake. Danny nods and moves to pull away, but Lorean retains her hold, and when he looks up she winks, just before pulling him forward and leaping into the air with a devastating knee strike to his skull that floors him to the mat!
LO: GOD ALMIGHTY, DANNY RIZZO MIGHT BE UNCONSCIOUS!
KO: Lorean Moore calls that move the Cannonade, and she just taught Danny to not offer handshakes to just anyone in this business! There's a cover and a hook of the leg!
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LO: THREe-RIZZO KICKS OUT! But god, the match is only ten seconds in, and he's already had his bell rung!
Lorean Moore seems a little irritated with the kick out, but that doesn't stop her from yanking Danny up to his feet and positioning him into the ropes to send him to the other side. Danny, however, reverses it and sends Moore instead, and she bounces off the ropes and comes rushing back towards a clothesline attempt from Rizzo. Lorean ducks it and continues through, bouncing back again and Danny goes for a heel kick that Moore rolls under. When Danny turns around he's caught full in the gut with a roundhouse kick that doubles him over. Lorean hits off the ropes adjacent to him, and comes careening back in with a high running knee lift that snaps him back down to the canvas. She drops an elbow, and immediately hooks the leg after impact.
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LO: THRE-KICK OUT! Danny out at two and a half, but Lorean Moore has completely destroyed any game plan he might have had coming into this contest after that cheap shot at the start of the match.
KO: Cheap shot? She nailed him with her finisher after the bell rang? How is that a cheap shot?
LO: Oh come on, she suckered him in with that fake handshake, Ken. That wasn't right.
KO: No, Danny Rizzo suckered himself in when he offered his hand in the first place. Kid needs to realize this profession is dog eat dog. Nobodies going to care if he's a 'good' guy, only what he can do in the ring.
Lorean pulls Danny up again, and delivers a chop that sends Danny reeling back into one of the corners. He holds his chest in pain, but Moore wades right in, delivering another chop, then another. With Danny trapped in the corner, she transitions into stomps to his midsection, grabbing the top rope for balance and just hammering in with kick after kick. Danny is driven all the way down into a seated position, and Lorean finally steps away from him at the referee's request, but the minute he steps back she rushes right in with a set of double knee's that nail Danny square in the face. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he slumps, and Lorean grabs him by the boot and drags him away from the ropes to attempt the third cover of the contest.
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LO: THREe-NO! Danny just barely getting out after that corner attack, and Lorean Moore is showing everyone here tonight that she didn't come here to Valor Pro to play.
KO: Damn right, and now she just stepped out onto the apron, and is climbing that same corner to get to the top!
Lorean gets all the way to her perch and she stands to her full height, and she looks out at the crowd who have now started to boo her. She gives them a 'whatever' wave of her hand, and turns her focus back to Danny who is still prone on the canvas. She steadies herself and then leaps out into the ether into a shooting star press that takes everyone's breath away. What takes Lorean's breath away, however, is when Rizzo manages to get his leg off the canvas and into the air, and when Moore makes the rotation she comes down face first into his boot, snapping her head back in an awkward position and sending her crashing to the canvas.
LO: LOREAN EATS LEATHER THANKS TO DANNY RIZZO, AND IS NOW ROLLING AROUND THE RING CLUTCHING HER FACE!
KO: That might have broke her jaw, Laur! I've seen someone get their knee's up to block that move, but she got enough height and rotation that Rizzo was able to fully extend his leg into the air, and when she came down face first into that boot with enough force to stop an elephant!
LO: Hell of a thing, Gravity!
Lorean rolls close to the corner she flew from, still clutching her face with one hand as she paws the ropes with the other to try and find her footing. Danny has crawled to the opposite side, still feeling the effects from the damage shown him in this contest. He manages to pull himself up at about the same time as Moore, but he's able to get his barrings first and tear out of his corner in a B-line straight for hers. By the time Moore see's him coming, there's nothing she can do, and Danny delivers a spin wheel kick that crushes her in the corner while he catches the top rope and spins down safely to the apron. Lorean stumbles out of the corner and Danny leaps to the top in a single bound, and dives off to hook her around the head on his way down into a nasty looking bulldog. He shoots the half, and gets her over for a cover.
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LO: THRE-NO! Lorean out at two and a half, but Danny has fired back up, and he's ready to go. He pulls the woman to her feet, hooks her around the head, and SNAP SUPLEX takes her back down to the canvas....there's a float over into a pin!
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KO: THRE-OUT AGAIN AT TWO AND A HALF! Danny Rizzo already peeling her off the canvas and shooting her off the ropes...Moore on her way back now and he goes for a back body drop, but MOORE STOPS SHORT AND FOOTBALL PUNTS HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE!
Danny snaps up to his full height clutching at his nose, and Moore drops back into the ropes for spring only to come out and deliver a flawless step up enzuiguri that see's her boot slam into the back of Rizzo's head. He drops to land on his front, and Moore gets to her feet, still rubbing her jaw from earlier, but ready to continue the attack. She reaches down to pull Rizzo up to his feet, but is suddenly shocked as he grabs her instead and pulls her down into a small package pin. Santiago drops to make the count.
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LO: THRE-KICK OUT! Danny Rizzo almost pulled of a steal here, and Lorean Moore is back on her feet and she is pissed. Danny sits up, and she sends him snapping back to the mat with a boot to the face, and these fans have made their decision....they don't like Lorean Moore!
KO: There's definitely a negative buzz in the air as she runs her fingers through her hair in frustration, and drives a knee drop down into Rizzo's skull to warn him not to upstage her!
Lorean is back on her feet, and this time she has no surprises when she peels Danny off the mat only to boot him in the midsection, hook him around the head, and goes for a DDT. Danny, however, is able to use his size advantage to stop from dropping, and instead he hooks Moore around the midsection, and a look of worry crosses her face just as he abruptly stands up and sends her soaring down to the canvas with an improvised back body. Moore is up quickly, but sent crashing back to the mat with a running lariat from Rizzo. She's back up again, and one more time driven to the mat with another lariat. This time, Moore moves a little slower as she rises, and Danny saddles up right at her side, hooks her up, and snaps back into a side Russian leg sweep that sees her crash off the mat.
LO: Danny Rizzo is on a roll here, and he kips back up to a big ovation from the fans as he fires up and heads towards the corner.
KO: Looks like the kids going to go for some high risk here as he climbs the turnbuckle from the apron, and now he's poised on the top to fly off onto Moore!
Danny points out to the cheering crowd for support, and nods, just before leaping off into a highly elevated diving headbutt. Unfortunately for him, Moore sees it coming, and manages to roll out of the way at the last second, leaving Rizzo to crash and burn painfully on the canvas. Both competitors lie there sucking wind, and the referee checks both before shrugging and starting a ten count.
LO: Big miss there from Rizzo, who in my estimation probably should have stayed on the ground and employed some of that fantastic striking that he's known for.
KO: Yeah, but enough damage has been done by both competitors that now they are at the mercy of the ref's count!
The count rolls on, but at five, Moore begins to stir and slowly crawls her way over to drape an arm over Danny's chest breaking the count out, and instead causing Santiago to drop to the mat for a pin.
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LO: THREe-KICK OUT! Danny out at the last possible second, and now both competitors are slowly starting to drag themselves up to their feet...Rizzo with a right hand to Moore that knocks her back into the ropes, and HERE HE COMES WITH THE WARRIORS CALL!!
KO: NO! Moore ducked under it...Danny lands to the opposite side of her, turns around and A 360 DEGREE TORNADO KICK CATCHES DANNY SQUARE IN THE SIDE OF HIS SKULL!!
LO: She calls that the Extirpator, and now drops for the cover over Rizzo....
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The ref calls for the bell as Lorean pushes off of Rizzo and falls into the nearby ropes to keep her upright. She pushes her mussed hair out of her face, and a slow grin spreads across her lips as the fans begin to boo the outcome. Almost as if this spurs her, she steps over Rizzo's body while he clutches at his skull, and points at her wrist so that the referee must lift her hand in victory.
Ring Announcer: and the winner of this match by pinfall....LOREAN MOORE!
LO: This crowd is not happy about it, but no matter how you look at it, Lorean Moore pulled off a big victory here tonight in her debut.
KO: It's a stepping stone, Laur. Getting off to the right foot, as it were. If she keeps this mean streak of hers, I think she'll go far.
Lorean continues to celebrate as Danny rolls under the bottom rope and makes his way up the ramp, still holding the side of his head, and fuming in disappointment. Lorean smirks as she watches, waving after Danny mockingly, and then taking a turnbuckle to churn the crowd up even more before the cameras cut to backstage.
KO: Was there really ever any doubt, Laur. And now he's dragged Zack Fantana into it!
LO: Unwillingly I might add, but it sounds like he's going to take Aoki somewhere else. That doesn't bode well for the leader of The Zombie Clan!
KO: I thought Tokyo was the leader?
LO: There's another one? Jesus! How many are there?
KO: Well, their tron video showed an army, so who knows!
LO: I guess we'll find out a little later on tonight, but right now let's get ready for some action!
Ring Announcer: The following is a singles match, and is scheduled for one fall or submission....
The opening riffs to 'A Warriors Call' by Volbeat, and at "LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!" Danny Rizzo rips through the curtain using his hands to try and lift the crowd out of their seats. 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 grins 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 comes to an 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 Russian fans explode in a cheer, returning his pumping fist towards the ring. He drops down and grabs the top rope, stretching himself out before his match.
LO: Danny Rizzo put on one hell of an effort at Equinox, but he came up short thanks to a super fast small package from Fallon Lockhart. Still, very impressive young man.
KO: Yeah, maybe if he had been more focused on beating her down instead of shaking her hand then he would've won the damn match.
LO: Bitter much?
KO: Look! These kids coming in all sweet and nice is fine, but this is professional wrestling, it ain't ballet. I want to see some aggression here tonight, and if I don't get it out of him, I bet Lorean Moore will have no problem taking his place!
'Royal Jelly' by Deap Jelly hit's over the PA System and the lights on stage flash with the repeated riff of the song. When the lyrics kick in Lorean Moore pushes through the curtain a sly smile on her face as she pauses at the top of the stage and lifts her arms out to her side as if offering herself to the world. The fans give a mixed reaction, and she sniffs the air in response, eye brow raising as she starts down the ramp towards the ring.
Ring Announcer: And his opponent, making her way to the ring from Soho, Manhattan, New York, standing at 5 foot 4 and weighing in at 123 pounds, in her debut performance at Valor Pro, this is LOREAN MOOORREEE!
Moore reaches ringside and uses the steps to climb up onto the apron, wiping her feet, and then slipping into the ring. She steps around the ring looking out at the crowd with that same sly smile, but there is an irritation behind her eyes at the fact that the people aren't more receptive. With a flip of her hair she shrugs, and turns to face Danny Rizzo whose jumping up and down in preparation in his corner. She rolls her eyes, and signals to the ref to get on with it.
LO: Lorean Moore seemed a little perturbed with the crowd for not bowing down to her excellence. I mean, I know she's been a multi-time champion in several other promotions, but it seems a little presumptuous to assume our Valor Pro crowd would go nuts for her in her debut match.
KO: Well that's cause our fans can be idiots sometimes. She's out here carrying herself with poise and confidence, while Danny Rizzo is over there contemplating offer his hand before they start.
LO: How do you know that's what he's going to do?
KO: Come on, Laur. Just look at him. He's bursting with positivity and PC culture.
LO: Be that as it may, the ref just signaled for the bell, and.....well.....Danny Rizzo just offered a handshake to Lorean Moore.
KO: What did I tell you?
Lorean looks down at the offered hand in bemusement, and she cocks her head to the side with a grin before taking the gesture and giving it a firm shake. Danny nods and moves to pull away, but Lorean retains her hold, and when he looks up she winks, just before pulling him forward and leaping into the air with a devastating knee strike to his skull that floors him to the mat!
LO: GOD ALMIGHTY, DANNY RIZZO MIGHT BE UNCONSCIOUS!
KO: Lorean Moore calls that move the Cannonade, and she just taught Danny to not offer handshakes to just anyone in this business! There's a cover and a hook of the leg!
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LO: THREe-RIZZO KICKS OUT! But god, the match is only ten seconds in, and he's already had his bell rung!
Lorean Moore seems a little irritated with the kick out, but that doesn't stop her from yanking Danny up to his feet and positioning him into the ropes to send him to the other side. Danny, however, reverses it and sends Moore instead, and she bounces off the ropes and comes rushing back towards a clothesline attempt from Rizzo. Lorean ducks it and continues through, bouncing back again and Danny goes for a heel kick that Moore rolls under. When Danny turns around he's caught full in the gut with a roundhouse kick that doubles him over. Lorean hits off the ropes adjacent to him, and comes careening back in with a high running knee lift that snaps him back down to the canvas. She drops an elbow, and immediately hooks the leg after impact.
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LO: THRE-KICK OUT! Danny out at two and a half, but Lorean Moore has completely destroyed any game plan he might have had coming into this contest after that cheap shot at the start of the match.
KO: Cheap shot? She nailed him with her finisher after the bell rang? How is that a cheap shot?
LO: Oh come on, she suckered him in with that fake handshake, Ken. That wasn't right.
KO: No, Danny Rizzo suckered himself in when he offered his hand in the first place. Kid needs to realize this profession is dog eat dog. Nobodies going to care if he's a 'good' guy, only what he can do in the ring.
Lorean pulls Danny up again, and delivers a chop that sends Danny reeling back into one of the corners. He holds his chest in pain, but Moore wades right in, delivering another chop, then another. With Danny trapped in the corner, she transitions into stomps to his midsection, grabbing the top rope for balance and just hammering in with kick after kick. Danny is driven all the way down into a seated position, and Lorean finally steps away from him at the referee's request, but the minute he steps back she rushes right in with a set of double knee's that nail Danny square in the face. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he slumps, and Lorean grabs him by the boot and drags him away from the ropes to attempt the third cover of the contest.
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LO: THREe-NO! Danny just barely getting out after that corner attack, and Lorean Moore is showing everyone here tonight that she didn't come here to Valor Pro to play.
KO: Damn right, and now she just stepped out onto the apron, and is climbing that same corner to get to the top!
Lorean gets all the way to her perch and she stands to her full height, and she looks out at the crowd who have now started to boo her. She gives them a 'whatever' wave of her hand, and turns her focus back to Danny who is still prone on the canvas. She steadies herself and then leaps out into the ether into a shooting star press that takes everyone's breath away. What takes Lorean's breath away, however, is when Rizzo manages to get his leg off the canvas and into the air, and when Moore makes the rotation she comes down face first into his boot, snapping her head back in an awkward position and sending her crashing to the canvas.
LO: LOREAN EATS LEATHER THANKS TO DANNY RIZZO, AND IS NOW ROLLING AROUND THE RING CLUTCHING HER FACE!
KO: That might have broke her jaw, Laur! I've seen someone get their knee's up to block that move, but she got enough height and rotation that Rizzo was able to fully extend his leg into the air, and when she came down face first into that boot with enough force to stop an elephant!
LO: Hell of a thing, Gravity!
Lorean rolls close to the corner she flew from, still clutching her face with one hand as she paws the ropes with the other to try and find her footing. Danny has crawled to the opposite side, still feeling the effects from the damage shown him in this contest. He manages to pull himself up at about the same time as Moore, but he's able to get his barrings first and tear out of his corner in a B-line straight for hers. By the time Moore see's him coming, there's nothing she can do, and Danny delivers a spin wheel kick that crushes her in the corner while he catches the top rope and spins down safely to the apron. Lorean stumbles out of the corner and Danny leaps to the top in a single bound, and dives off to hook her around the head on his way down into a nasty looking bulldog. He shoots the half, and gets her over for a cover.
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LO: THRE-NO! Lorean out at two and a half, but Danny has fired back up, and he's ready to go. He pulls the woman to her feet, hooks her around the head, and SNAP SUPLEX takes her back down to the canvas....there's a float over into a pin!
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KO: THRE-OUT AGAIN AT TWO AND A HALF! Danny Rizzo already peeling her off the canvas and shooting her off the ropes...Moore on her way back now and he goes for a back body drop, but MOORE STOPS SHORT AND FOOTBALL PUNTS HIM RIGHT IN THE FACE!
Danny snaps up to his full height clutching at his nose, and Moore drops back into the ropes for spring only to come out and deliver a flawless step up enzuiguri that see's her boot slam into the back of Rizzo's head. He drops to land on his front, and Moore gets to her feet, still rubbing her jaw from earlier, but ready to continue the attack. She reaches down to pull Rizzo up to his feet, but is suddenly shocked as he grabs her instead and pulls her down into a small package pin. Santiago drops to make the count.
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LO: THRE-KICK OUT! Danny Rizzo almost pulled of a steal here, and Lorean Moore is back on her feet and she is pissed. Danny sits up, and she sends him snapping back to the mat with a boot to the face, and these fans have made their decision....they don't like Lorean Moore!
KO: There's definitely a negative buzz in the air as she runs her fingers through her hair in frustration, and drives a knee drop down into Rizzo's skull to warn him not to upstage her!
Lorean is back on her feet, and this time she has no surprises when she peels Danny off the mat only to boot him in the midsection, hook him around the head, and goes for a DDT. Danny, however, is able to use his size advantage to stop from dropping, and instead he hooks Moore around the midsection, and a look of worry crosses her face just as he abruptly stands up and sends her soaring down to the canvas with an improvised back body. Moore is up quickly, but sent crashing back to the mat with a running lariat from Rizzo. She's back up again, and one more time driven to the mat with another lariat. This time, Moore moves a little slower as she rises, and Danny saddles up right at her side, hooks her up, and snaps back into a side Russian leg sweep that sees her crash off the mat.
LO: Danny Rizzo is on a roll here, and he kips back up to a big ovation from the fans as he fires up and heads towards the corner.
KO: Looks like the kids going to go for some high risk here as he climbs the turnbuckle from the apron, and now he's poised on the top to fly off onto Moore!
Danny points out to the cheering crowd for support, and nods, just before leaping off into a highly elevated diving headbutt. Unfortunately for him, Moore sees it coming, and manages to roll out of the way at the last second, leaving Rizzo to crash and burn painfully on the canvas. Both competitors lie there sucking wind, and the referee checks both before shrugging and starting a ten count.
LO: Big miss there from Rizzo, who in my estimation probably should have stayed on the ground and employed some of that fantastic striking that he's known for.
KO: Yeah, but enough damage has been done by both competitors that now they are at the mercy of the ref's count!
The count rolls on, but at five, Moore begins to stir and slowly crawls her way over to drape an arm over Danny's chest breaking the count out, and instead causing Santiago to drop to the mat for a pin.
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LO: THREe-KICK OUT! Danny out at the last possible second, and now both competitors are slowly starting to drag themselves up to their feet...Rizzo with a right hand to Moore that knocks her back into the ropes, and HERE HE COMES WITH THE WARRIORS CALL!!
KO: NO! Moore ducked under it...Danny lands to the opposite side of her, turns around and A 360 DEGREE TORNADO KICK CATCHES DANNY SQUARE IN THE SIDE OF HIS SKULL!!
LO: She calls that the Extirpator, and now drops for the cover over Rizzo....
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The ref calls for the bell as Lorean pushes off of Rizzo and falls into the nearby ropes to keep her upright. She pushes her mussed hair out of her face, and a slow grin spreads across her lips as the fans begin to boo the outcome. Almost as if this spurs her, she steps over Rizzo's body while he clutches at his skull, and points at her wrist so that the referee must lift her hand in victory.
Ring Announcer: and the winner of this match by pinfall....LOREAN MOORE!
LO: This crowd is not happy about it, but no matter how you look at it, Lorean Moore pulled off a big victory here tonight in her debut.
KO: It's a stepping stone, Laur. Getting off to the right foot, as it were. If she keeps this mean streak of hers, I think she'll go far.
Lorean continues to celebrate as Danny rolls under the bottom rope and makes his way up the ramp, still holding the side of his head, and fuming in disappointment. Lorean smirks as she watches, waving after Danny mockingly, and then taking a turnbuckle to churn the crowd up even more before the cameras cut to backstage.
Back in the locker room area, Brooklyn Light is seen sitting on a bench and tightening her gloves. Her partner in Neo Tokyo, Iota Psi, walks into view--fully decked out in her usual ring attire. Both look amply prepared to join Vanessa Byrne, Vannah White, and Dakota Jennings in the ring later tonight for an announcement regarding the Chimera Tag titles.
Iota Psi: Are you ready?
Brooklyn slowly looks up at her.
Brooklyn Light: By ready, you mean ready for a fight? Contract signings, in-ring announcements... this stuff never goes smoothly.
IP: ...Brooklyn. Look. It was just one match--
BL: Nah. It really wasn't, and you know it wasn't. That match between us and the Trendsetters? That was s'posed to be the start of somethin' big. That was s'posed to be iconic. All eyes were on us, and the way that match ended was straight up embarrassing.
IP: Okay... yes, you're right, there was a great deal riding on that match. I would have preferred it end with clear and concise victors, and... well, that didn't happen. We can't let that poison the tag team division moving forward, though! The gears are still turning--that this tournament is happening, that an announcement is being made about the tag belts... that's all evidence that we didn't fail. Things didn't go as planned, no, but... we can still pick up the pieces. We just... we need to be civil about this. Professional, if at all possible.
Brooklyn pauses... and inhales deeply.
BL: I don't think that's gonna be an option, Iota. I think we're way past civil. Dakota's tryin' to prove she's got a mean streak--wants to show the world she's a wrestler with some edge. If that's her bag, then cool--but she's gonna learn what happens to that kind of wrestler. I dealt with people like this before--Li Chen stalked me for months, interrupted my matches, ambushed me, cracked me over the head with a steel chair. Y'know how I got her to stop?
IP: I feel as though I already know the answer, but... how?
BL: I put her down. When somebody gets it in their head that they're gonna be violent, then that becomes the only thing they understand. Dakota wants to go down that road? Fine by me, but the kid gloves are off. We're not victims, and we're not gonna lay down and act like it, either. Serial killers always start off small--torturin' animals and stuff. We let her get a taste o' blood, we let her think she can get away with it, then she's not gonna turn back. She's jus' gonna get worse, and I'm not gonna sit back and watch her become a monster at our expense.
IP: Okay, I see what you're saying--but. If you provoke her, if you PUSH her to violence, you could just be worsening her outlook. This doesn't need to be a war! I was quite satisfied with this being a spirited rivalry, and I'm sure Vannah feels the same way. Dakota can be talked down--I don't know what's driving her toward this new attitude, but we don't have to exacerbate the issue with more hostility. We need to do what's best for Valor, not simply give into aggression. Brooklyn, please... trust me on this.
Brooklyn stands up from her seat. She stares, silently, into Iota's eyes for a very long moment.
BL: I do trust you. I trust you mean well. I trust you're doin' what you think is right, but if Dakota Jennings starts somethin' tonight? Trust that I'm gonna finish it.
Brooklyn's cold stare lingers just a little longer before she walks past Iota and marches off screen. Iota looks apprehensively off where Brooklyn disappeared to.
Iota Psi: Are you ready?
Brooklyn slowly looks up at her.
Brooklyn Light: By ready, you mean ready for a fight? Contract signings, in-ring announcements... this stuff never goes smoothly.
IP: ...Brooklyn. Look. It was just one match--
BL: Nah. It really wasn't, and you know it wasn't. That match between us and the Trendsetters? That was s'posed to be the start of somethin' big. That was s'posed to be iconic. All eyes were on us, and the way that match ended was straight up embarrassing.
IP: Okay... yes, you're right, there was a great deal riding on that match. I would have preferred it end with clear and concise victors, and... well, that didn't happen. We can't let that poison the tag team division moving forward, though! The gears are still turning--that this tournament is happening, that an announcement is being made about the tag belts... that's all evidence that we didn't fail. Things didn't go as planned, no, but... we can still pick up the pieces. We just... we need to be civil about this. Professional, if at all possible.
Brooklyn pauses... and inhales deeply.
BL: I don't think that's gonna be an option, Iota. I think we're way past civil. Dakota's tryin' to prove she's got a mean streak--wants to show the world she's a wrestler with some edge. If that's her bag, then cool--but she's gonna learn what happens to that kind of wrestler. I dealt with people like this before--Li Chen stalked me for months, interrupted my matches, ambushed me, cracked me over the head with a steel chair. Y'know how I got her to stop?
IP: I feel as though I already know the answer, but... how?
BL: I put her down. When somebody gets it in their head that they're gonna be violent, then that becomes the only thing they understand. Dakota wants to go down that road? Fine by me, but the kid gloves are off. We're not victims, and we're not gonna lay down and act like it, either. Serial killers always start off small--torturin' animals and stuff. We let her get a taste o' blood, we let her think she can get away with it, then she's not gonna turn back. She's jus' gonna get worse, and I'm not gonna sit back and watch her become a monster at our expense.
IP: Okay, I see what you're saying--but. If you provoke her, if you PUSH her to violence, you could just be worsening her outlook. This doesn't need to be a war! I was quite satisfied with this being a spirited rivalry, and I'm sure Vannah feels the same way. Dakota can be talked down--I don't know what's driving her toward this new attitude, but we don't have to exacerbate the issue with more hostility. We need to do what's best for Valor, not simply give into aggression. Brooklyn, please... trust me on this.
Brooklyn stands up from her seat. She stares, silently, into Iota's eyes for a very long moment.
BL: I do trust you. I trust you mean well. I trust you're doin' what you think is right, but if Dakota Jennings starts somethin' tonight? Trust that I'm gonna finish it.
Brooklyn's cold stare lingers just a little longer before she walks past Iota and marches off screen. Iota looks apprehensively off where Brooklyn disappeared to.
LO: Neo Tokyo look ready for this confrontation with the #Trendsetters later tonight, and it sounds like Brooklyn Light has not forgotten what happened at Equinox.
KO: Would you, Laur?!? And did you hear Iota Psi? Professional....well, let me just say, Dakota Jennings looked like a professional when she bounced her own cybernetic prop off her skull, and I'm pretty sure that isn't an official sport!
LO: Well, we'll find out later tonight how all of this plays out, and what roll they'll have in the tournament, but for now it rolls on...Generic Ring Announcer, take it away!
Ring Announcer: The following tag match is a 1st round qualifier in the Chimera Tag Tournament, and is scheduled for one fall or submission...
"Pump It Up" by Joe Budden hit's over the PA System, and the fans come to their feet with boo's, although there is a male demographic who hoot and holler in anticipation. The lights flash with the beat, and out dances Allison Sullivan, and she pauses at the top of the ramp to roll her hips and throw her hands in the air confidently. She nods, and gives a wink as she makes her way down the ramp, hips swaying.
Ring Announcer: introducing first, standing at five foot four and weighting in at 120 pounds, she hails from Beverly Hills, California and is the NEW AGE SENSATION....ALLISON SULLLIVVAANN!!
Allison walks right past the steps at ringside and does a cart wheel along the side the ring before leaping up onto the apron and rolling her hips along with her music before slipping between the middle and bottom rope. She takes a turnbuckle where she points at herself, and flips her blonde hair to let the booing crowd know that she's better than them.
LO: Allison Sullivan had some trouble with NovaCaine at Equinox, but she's here tonight to try and get things back on track in tag team action.
KO: Yeah, but this Lethal Lottery makes for some strange pairings. I mean, both of these women are beautiful, but Allison Sullivan will do just about anything to win, while Leela is another one of those 'sweet' girls.
LO: She might be sweet, but she's also fierce. You might be surprised to see how these two compliment one another as long as they can work together long enough to get it done.
KO: Well, I predict that Allison will be the one to ensure their team advances if that's the call. She's young and eager, and willing to do whatever it takes to be the superstar of the future.
Commentary is cut off by "Shake It Off", the Amelie cover, and Leela Watts bursts out of the curtain to a raucous ovation. Her blonde hair flips around as she bounces along to the music at the top of the stage, and then finally whips it back from her face as she fiercely roars and thrusts her fists into the air. The fans feed her energy right back to her as she makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands as she goes.
Ring Announcer: And introducing her partner, standing at five foot two and weighting in at 110 pounds, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio...She is LEEELLLAAA WATTTSSSS!
Leela rolls right under the bottom rope once reaching ringside, and pops up with an exuberant grin to the crowd, rushing up to the ropes and stepping up to the top to throw her fists over head. She nods along with her music while singing along, and eventually steps down to regard her partner, who watches on unimpressed. Leela, being the veteran, steps right up to her and starts talking strategy while the fans await their opponents.
LO: Leela Watts with a loss to Alexis Tery in her debut, but looking to redeem herself here tonight and advance in the Chimera Tag Tournament. I hear that General Manager, Vanessa Byrne has an announcement following this that will include info on our next Pay-Per-View and also the status of the tournament.
KO: I also hear that Neo Tokyo and #Trendsetters are going to be there for that announcement, and after everything that happened in their match at Equinox, I bet it's going to get physical.
LO: You'd love that, wouldn't you Ken?
KO: Well.....you know I like it when ladies get physical!
Laurence Othello rolls his eyes as "Victory" by Puff Daddy and The Family hits over the PA System, and as Notorious B.I.G. counts them in and the Rocky Theme cues up, the lights dim and Andrew Vilar steps out into a green spotlight wearing a black boxing robe with green trim, hood up. The fans give him a great ovation for a rookie, and he bounces around on stage, phantom punching before delivering a final blow that sends his hood flying off his head and a burst of gold pyro blasting off behind him before he starts making his way down to the ring with a determined stare.
Ring Announcer: And introducing the first of their opponents, standing at six foot one and weighting in at 213 pounds, hailing from Champaign, Illinois...he is ANDREW VILLLAARRR!!
Vilar reaches ringside and takes the steps two at a time as he gets to the ring apron and swings himself into the ring. He takes the turnbuckle closest to him, beating his chest and pointing out at the cheering crowd before dropping down, disrobes, and turns to face his opponents.
LO: Andrew Vilar with an impressive win over the German superstar, Black Blackman, and all of that while Francis Ford Cuppola watched on in confusion.
KO: I'm pretty sure we saw that earlier in the night with the French Mime Assassins. Double FC is always confused.
LO: It's a wonder that his team even found the ring.
KO: True, but Vilar found it just fine, and he looks ready here tonight! See those fists are taped up!
LO: The fans certainly do seem to have taken to him early in his career, and he reminds me a lot of Danny Rizzo, but he seems to have more focus for someone who hasn't been doing this for that long.
They can't continue their discussion before being cut off by 'Lucid Dreams' by Franz Ferdinand, and the building literally blows it's roof as Zack Fantana steps out onto the stage. He looks up with a genuine smile for the Indian crowd, and claps his hands in admiration of his fans before starting his strut down to the ring.
Ring Announcer: And introducing his partner, standing at six foot even and weighting in at 205 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...He is a former VPW UnYielding Champion, and The LEADER OF THE FANTANSY MOVEMENT........ZACK FANTANNNAAAA!!!
The crowd pops huge for Zack as he reaches ringside, and then takes a running go to leap up onto the apron where he swings around and hangs off the ropes, bouncing along with the music. Just as quickly he spins around and through the ropes into the ring, where he rushes a neutral corner and leaps to the second, throwing his hands over his head to another huge ovation. He nods to the crowd before dropping down and stepping over to Vilar, where the two have a quick handshake before talking strategy.
KO: Did you hear that ovation, Laur? These people are still hot for Fantana!
LO: And why not, Ken? Zack Fantana took an upsetting loss at Equinox, but gave the performance of a life time, and is a member of the Valor Pro Faithful that have been here since the beginning. It's taken awhile, but he's really found the backing of these fans, and is considered one of our top bills in the company.
KO: Yeah, and as you can see, he and Vilar are not having the same problems Watts and Sullivan are, as they argue about whose going to start this match.
LO: That right there could play the biggest factor in this thing. You know Zack wants this win after everything that went down at Equinox, and Vilar needs it to solidify his debut. Although, the same could be said for Leela Watts and Allison Sullivan, as their careers haven't gotten off to the start that either of them had wanted at Valor Pro. Should be interesting to see where this goes...
Leela, having had enough of Sullivan, finally just points to the center of the ring and steps out on the apron, leaving Allison somewhat satisfied. Fantana and Vilar play rock, paper, scissors over in their corner, and Fantana mockingly looks disappointed as he slaps the winning Vilar on the shoulder before stepping out to his corner. The ref calls for the bell, and Allison and Andrew begin to circle in the middle of the ring before locking up in a collar and elbow. Sullivan quickly moves into a go behind on Vilar, and reaches down between his legs to hook his ankle and pull it out from under him. He sprawls down onto his front, and she quickly follows him down, floating over to come in front of him and hook him into a front face lock.
LO: Sullivan might have been right about starting this match as she has quickly taken control with some fine wrestling. Vilar now using his size to push her back to her feet, and I think that's something that we should expound on too, Ken. I mean, the team of Vilar and Fantana are at a combined weight of 418 pounds, while Sullivan and Watts are only pushing 235.
KO: Obvious size advantage goes to Vilar and Fantana, but that means speed falls to Sullivan and Watts. They have a shot if they can stay out of the way of any bombs thrown by these guys.
Vilar and Sullivan are back on their feet, but Allison holds onto the front face lock with tenacity. Andrew, finding now reversal or escape, uses the size just spoken about to lift Sullivan right up into the air and tosses her body out, breaking the hold, and sending her face and chest first right to the canvas. She impacts painfully, but bounces up to her feet only to be leveled with a clothesline that turns her inside out. Watts bounces on the bottom rope trying to get some motivation back in her partner, who lies on the mat in shock and discomfort. The fans pop for Vilar, and he confidently pumps his fist before turning to peel Sullivan off the canvas. In a surprise move, she shows a great deal of ring presence by hooking Vilar around the head and pushing against his legs to take him down to the mat in a leverage fireman's carry. She's immediately right back on him, but this time in a rear naked choke that cuts off the shocked man's oxygen supply.
LO: Nice speed and leverage from Allison Sullivan who has Andy back on the mat again. He's already rocking to get up to his feet, but this is still a sound strategy.
KO: He's got her up, and moving her back into the ropes...and easily shoots her off. Allison on her way back now, and Vilar is posted up to catch her as she comes back...BASEBALL SLIDE BETWEEN THE LEGS!
LO: Sullivan up behind Vilar, who turns around and OH! Boot to the gut doubles him over, and SNAP DDT SPIKES HIS HEAD OFF THE CANVAS!
Sullivan comes up quickly, but drops right back down into a forward facing elbow drop that see's the point of her elbow come down right across Vilar's throat. He clutches at his neck as she pops up and does it again, and then again. Off the third one she pulls him up to a seated position, and then hits off the ropes behind him. When she comes back she leaps into the air and hooks him around the back of the head to bring his face crashing into the canvas. This results in him snapping onto his back, and Allison quickly swoops in and hooks the leg.
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LO: Vilar out at two, and Sullivan just looked up at Leela Watts who looks ready to come in this match. Allison doesn't look too keen on it, but none the less, she's pulling Andrew up off the canvas, and just drove him head first into the top turnbuckle of their corner.
KO: There's the tag, and Leela Watts comes into this match, and she fires into Vilar with chops that echos throughout the arena...
LO: Pulls Vilar down with a snapmare takeover into a seated position in the center of the ring, hit's off the ropes in front of him and LOW DROP KICK TO THE FACE! Leela with the quick cover!
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KO: Kick out at two, and Leela has him back up into a seated position and locks in a sleeper hold, falling back to the mat with a leg scissors around the midsection! This kid is going to fade fast if he can't get out of this!
Andy reaches to the sky, tongue lolling out of his mouth as Leela continues to crank the sleeper, and Fantana is yelling on the apron, starting a clap to try and give Vilar support. The outstretched arms begin to slowly drop until their on the mat, and his eyes glass over as the difficulty to breathe takes effect. The ref drops down beside him and checks one of the arms, and it drops lifelessly to the mat. He throws the signal for one, and then tries it again, and it drops a second time. Two! He goes for a third, but this time the claps from the fans almost seem to stop the arm before it drops the mat, and he starts clapping himself, rocking up to his knee and pulling Leela up with him, still latched onto his back. His arms begin to shake as he forces himself up to his feet, and then falls straight back, crushing Leela into the canvas. This breaks the hold, and he rolls away from her to lie on his face as Leela clutches her ribs.
LO: Andrew Vilar able to get out of the sleeper, but now both competitors are laid out and the ref has started a ten count!
KO: Their partners on the outside are eager to get in, Allison Sullivan screaming at Leela to get her ass up, while Fantana encourages Vilar to make it over.
LO: Both begin to stir, and are now crawling towards their respective partners....Leela LAUNCHES herself to make the tag, and Sullivan comes into the ring...BUT VILAR JUST TAGGED IN FANTANA!
Fantana leaps right up and over the top rope as Sullivan rushes that way, and he leap frogs right over the woman as she attempts a lariat. She stops short before crashing into the opposing teams corner, but when she turns around she's caught right in the face with a high standing drop kick that sends her crashing to the mat. She's back up quickly, but Fantana is there, pushing her into the ropes and sending her to the opposite side. She bounces and comes back, and walks right into his waiting arms into a rotating power slam that puts her to the mat. Sullivan grabs at her spine as Fantana comes up, rushes over to the ropes, and springboards off the second only to twist in mid air and drops the elbow hard down across Sullivan's chest. He quickly goes for a hook of the leg afterwards.
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LO: THRE-KICK OUT! Fantana has come into this match like a ball of fire, and he's pulled Sullivan up to her feet, feeds her arm through her legs, lifts, and NAILS HER WITH A PUMP HANDLE GUT BUSTER!
KO: There's another cover....
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LO: THRE-ANOTHER KICK OUT! Sullivan showing resiliency with these kick outs, but now Fantana has her up again and OH! Thunderous Chop sends her stumbling back into a neutral corner...
KO: Fantana wading right in with another one! And Another! Damn, she's getting lit up!
Fantana takes Allison by the wrist and whips her to the far side, and she strikes the turnbuckles hard, slumping so that her arms are held up by the top rope. Fantana doesn't miss a beat, rushing right in at full speed, and takes to the air for a big splash. Unfortunately for him, Sullivan manages to grab at the top rope and yank herself out of the way, and Fantana's chest and midsection crashes against the top turnbuckle. He falters back, clutching his sternum and Sullivan pulls herself right back into the corner, hops up to the second, and then flies off with a crossbody that takes him to the mat. She remains for a cover.
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LO: Kick out by Fantana at two, and Sullivan now helping him to his feet and shoves him back into the corner followed by shoulder thrusts to his injured midsection!
KO: She's got him hemmed up here, and I'm not so sure that Zack might not have strained something with that missed big splash, cause every time her shoulder finds his ribs, he looks to be in considerable pain.
After several more shoulders to the gut, Sullivan finally steps back, but only for a second as she rushes right back in, leaps up so that her feet are planted on Fantana's thighs, and then rocks back and monkey flips him high into the air to come crashing down to the canvas spine first. She quickly gets to her feet and steps out onto the apron, climbing that same corner's turnbuckles until she's perched high on the top. She doesn't bother with any show boating, instead opting to leap from the top into a senton roll that crushes Fantana's midsection. He clutches more emphatically at his gut as she spins around, and hooks the leg for another cover.
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KO: THREe-KICK OUT! Allison Sullivan almost got the victory there for her team, but Zack out just at the edge of three....and she looks pissed!
LO: Arguing with the referee now about the count, but Santiago is calling it a two. Leela Watts is trying to get Sullivan to focus on Fantana, and now these two ladies are arguing as well. All the while, Fantana is crawling towards his corner to Vilar!
Sullivan shoves one finger in the referee's face telling him it's a three, while the other finger is pointed at Leela, who she turns her attention to and tells her to mind her own business, and pay attention, she might learn something. Meanwhile, Zack is finger tips away from tagging in Vilar when Sullivan finally turns her attention back to her opponents. She shakes her head 'No', and rushes over to grab Zack's ankle which momentarily prevents him from making it to his partner. Suddenly, he rolls over onto his back, pulls both legs up to his chest, and shoves Sullivan backwards. This creates enough separation that he's able to reach up and make the tag, but Sullivan rushes right back in to nail Vilar in the jaw which ejects him from the apron down to the concrete below.
LO: Well the tag was made, but Vilar just sent to the floor by Sullivan, and now she's stomping away at Zack Fantana. The referee is admonishing her, trying to get her back which gives Fantana just enough time to roll under the bottom rope to the outside. Sullivan has her hands up, backing up near her corner as the ref starts a ten count on Vilar....
KO: AND LEELA WATT'S JUST SLAPPED HER ON THE BACK! The referee heard it and said that was a tag, and Allison Sullivan is mean mugging Leela as she comes into the ring, rolls right outside, helps Vilar up and tosses him into the ring.
LO: Allison Sullivan doesn't look like she appreciated that at all, but Leela was tired of her grandstanding out here as she now pulls Vilar up, and prepares to do her best!
A European uppercut from Leela sends Andy stumbling back into the ropes, and she steps up and follows it up with another one. She then takes him by the wrist, and fires him off to the opposite side, but he quickly turns it around and reverses it. Watts hits off the ropes and comes charging back, and Andy looks ready to intercept her, catching her into a tilt-a-whirl that Leela turns into a headscissors take down. The fans come to their feet as Vilar gets to his, and Leela rushes right in with double boots to his chest from a falling drop kick that blasts him back into the corner. He strikes the turnbuckles hard, which sends him stumbling out and Leela rushes in and goes for another drop kick. This time, however, Vilar side steps and manages to swat Leela's feet away, leaving nothing but air as she hits the canvas.
LO: Andrew Vilar narrowly avoiding another attack from Watts, but Leela's already back up and coming in, but Vilar boots her in the midsection to double her over, hooks her around the head, gives a bit of a jump there, BEFORE DRIVING HER SKULL INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!
KO: Damn, son! That girl might have a concussion!
LO: Vilar now rolling her over onto her back for a pin...
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LO: THRE-ALLISON SULLIVAN WITH A BOOT TO THE BACK OF VILAR'S HEAD TO BREAK THE COUNT! And now she's pulling him up despite the referee's warnings, BUT ZACK FANTANA JUST NAILS HER FROM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A FLIGHT OF FANTASY!!!
KO: That was an odd angle that narrowly missed Vilar as well, but the results is Sullivan flying through the middle and top rope to the floor outside. Fantana steps over that direction, grabs the top as she gets to her feet, and ROLLING SPLANCHA TO THE OUTSIDE DOWN ONTO SULLIVAN!
LO: Andrew Vilar stepping over to assess the damage to his partner, and TURNS AROUND ONLY TO GET CLOTHESLINED UP AND OVER BY LEELA!
Now with three of the competitors trying to regain their feet on the outside, Leela looks out to the crowd for reinforcement. They give it to her through cheers, and she nods her head before taking off for the ropes on the opposite side for spring. She bounces and comes rushing back just as all three are back to their feet, and flies through the middle rope in a suicide dive that looks more like an oddly angled cross body that catches all three and sends them crashing to the floor. She rolls off the bodies back to her feet, and gives a 'so sorry' to her partner, before pulling Vilar back to his and tossing him into the ring. She hops up onto the ring apron, and steps over to the nearest corner, making her climb to the top as Vilar has fallen into the perfect position on his back below her.
LO: Leela Watts taking to the skies once again, and she has Vilar exactly where she wants him!
KO: The fans are electric as she is perched on the top, and she rotates her hands out in front of her...oh wow, you don't think....
LO: 450 SPLASH....OH MY GOD! FANTANA RECOVERED ENOUGH TO PULL VILAR OUT OF THE RING BY HIS ANKLE, AND LEELA WATTS JUST ATE A FACE FULL OF CANVAS!!
Leela clutches at her midsection as she crawls to the center of the ring, while Fantana helps Vilar up and pushes him back in the ring, indicating for him to go for the cover. Vilar is a little out of it, but he still manages to craw that direction as Zack pulls himself up in their corner to watch. Andy raises his arm in the air and falls forward, draping it across Leela's chest.
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LO: THREe-NO! LEELA KICKED OUT!
KO: Yeah, and now Zack is pleading for Vilar to get over and make the tag, and LOOK! Allison Sullivan has made it back to her corner, and she's doing the same to Leela!
Both competitors groggily begin to crawl towards their corner, but Vilar manages to gain his footing and springs to tag in Zack first. Just as Fantana vaults over the top rope into the ring, Leela's hand reaches Sullivan's, and the former cheerleader slips into the ring. Fantana is already in motion by the time she's in, and she ducks out of the way as he launches himself into a splash meant to compress her in her own corner. Zack manages to put on the brakes before doing any damage to himself, but when he turns around Sullivan is there hooking him around the head in a cutter position, and then runs with him in tow towards the ropes. She walks right up the middle and the top, and swings back to catch him in her finisher, Teenage Crush! Zack, however, in a stroke of genius manages to grab the top rope as she floats over, and though it bends his neck awkwardly, he doesn't allow himself to be snapped to the canvas while Sullivan strikes hard on her knee's.
LO: Unbelievable reversal there by Fantana, though he appears to have tweaked his neck....Sullivan up now, goes for a swing, Zack ducks under and hooks her in a waist lock....SLEEP APNEA!
KO: QUICK AS A CAT!
LO: AND THERE'S THE COVER!
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Leela Watts clutches at her hair in frustration as she had made it halfway into the ring to try and break up the pin, but the referee's hand has already struck the mat. Andrew Vilar bounds into the ring to drop beside Zack, patting him on the back and nodding excitedly.
Ring Announcer: And the winners of this match via pinfall, the team of ANDREW VILAR & ZACK FANTANNNAAA!!
Zack sits up still clutching at the back of his neck after the awkward pull of reversing a sliced bread #2 the way he did, but he offers a victory smile to Vilar who helps him to his feet. The two men exchange a handshake much to the crowds delight, and then Zack indicates they should take a turnbuckle to celebrate. They hop up to the second on opposite sides, and the crowds goes wild. Meanwhile, Leela slips to the outside and helps Sullivan out of the ring, but Sullivan quickly shoves Watts away once she's under her own power and gives the woman a disgusted look before making her way to the back.
LO: Apparently Allison Sullivan blames Leela Watts for not being there when the pinfall went down, but it wasn't like this was some one sided victory. Both teams did a great job here tonight, despite having never been in the ring with one another!
KO: Yeah, and Leela, like the professional, just shrugs it off, but you can see she's disappointed in the outcome as well.
LO: I guess the big news, though, is that we now have three teams that have advanced in the tournament...The Zombie Clan, Davy Blossom and Roxi Johnson, and now Andrew Vilar and Zack Fantana!
KO: I've got to admit, as far as tags go, this team of Vilar and Fantana actually looked really good out here tonight.
LO: No doubt, and the Indian fans seem to really love them!
The two men continue to celebrate as the crowd goes wild, and a shot of them shaking hands one more time before exiting the ring together is seen before the cameras cut backstage.
KO: Would you, Laur?!? And did you hear Iota Psi? Professional....well, let me just say, Dakota Jennings looked like a professional when she bounced her own cybernetic prop off her skull, and I'm pretty sure that isn't an official sport!
LO: Well, we'll find out later tonight how all of this plays out, and what roll they'll have in the tournament, but for now it rolls on...Generic Ring Announcer, take it away!
Ring Announcer: The following tag match is a 1st round qualifier in the Chimera Tag Tournament, and is scheduled for one fall or submission...
"Pump It Up" by Joe Budden hit's over the PA System, and the fans come to their feet with boo's, although there is a male demographic who hoot and holler in anticipation. The lights flash with the beat, and out dances Allison Sullivan, and she pauses at the top of the ramp to roll her hips and throw her hands in the air confidently. She nods, and gives a wink as she makes her way down the ramp, hips swaying.
Ring Announcer: introducing first, standing at five foot four and weighting in at 120 pounds, she hails from Beverly Hills, California and is the NEW AGE SENSATION....ALLISON SULLLIVVAANN!!
Allison walks right past the steps at ringside and does a cart wheel along the side the ring before leaping up onto the apron and rolling her hips along with her music before slipping between the middle and bottom rope. She takes a turnbuckle where she points at herself, and flips her blonde hair to let the booing crowd know that she's better than them.
LO: Allison Sullivan had some trouble with NovaCaine at Equinox, but she's here tonight to try and get things back on track in tag team action.
KO: Yeah, but this Lethal Lottery makes for some strange pairings. I mean, both of these women are beautiful, but Allison Sullivan will do just about anything to win, while Leela is another one of those 'sweet' girls.
LO: She might be sweet, but she's also fierce. You might be surprised to see how these two compliment one another as long as they can work together long enough to get it done.
KO: Well, I predict that Allison will be the one to ensure their team advances if that's the call. She's young and eager, and willing to do whatever it takes to be the superstar of the future.
Commentary is cut off by "Shake It Off", the Amelie cover, and Leela Watts bursts out of the curtain to a raucous ovation. Her blonde hair flips around as she bounces along to the music at the top of the stage, and then finally whips it back from her face as she fiercely roars and thrusts her fists into the air. The fans feed her energy right back to her as she makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands as she goes.
Ring Announcer: And introducing her partner, standing at five foot two and weighting in at 110 pounds, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio...She is LEEELLLAAA WATTTSSSS!
Leela rolls right under the bottom rope once reaching ringside, and pops up with an exuberant grin to the crowd, rushing up to the ropes and stepping up to the top to throw her fists over head. She nods along with her music while singing along, and eventually steps down to regard her partner, who watches on unimpressed. Leela, being the veteran, steps right up to her and starts talking strategy while the fans await their opponents.
LO: Leela Watts with a loss to Alexis Tery in her debut, but looking to redeem herself here tonight and advance in the Chimera Tag Tournament. I hear that General Manager, Vanessa Byrne has an announcement following this that will include info on our next Pay-Per-View and also the status of the tournament.
KO: I also hear that Neo Tokyo and #Trendsetters are going to be there for that announcement, and after everything that happened in their match at Equinox, I bet it's going to get physical.
LO: You'd love that, wouldn't you Ken?
KO: Well.....you know I like it when ladies get physical!
Laurence Othello rolls his eyes as "Victory" by Puff Daddy and The Family hits over the PA System, and as Notorious B.I.G. counts them in and the Rocky Theme cues up, the lights dim and Andrew Vilar steps out into a green spotlight wearing a black boxing robe with green trim, hood up. The fans give him a great ovation for a rookie, and he bounces around on stage, phantom punching before delivering a final blow that sends his hood flying off his head and a burst of gold pyro blasting off behind him before he starts making his way down to the ring with a determined stare.
Ring Announcer: And introducing the first of their opponents, standing at six foot one and weighting in at 213 pounds, hailing from Champaign, Illinois...he is ANDREW VILLLAARRR!!
Vilar reaches ringside and takes the steps two at a time as he gets to the ring apron and swings himself into the ring. He takes the turnbuckle closest to him, beating his chest and pointing out at the cheering crowd before dropping down, disrobes, and turns to face his opponents.
LO: Andrew Vilar with an impressive win over the German superstar, Black Blackman, and all of that while Francis Ford Cuppola watched on in confusion.
KO: I'm pretty sure we saw that earlier in the night with the French Mime Assassins. Double FC is always confused.
LO: It's a wonder that his team even found the ring.
KO: True, but Vilar found it just fine, and he looks ready here tonight! See those fists are taped up!
LO: The fans certainly do seem to have taken to him early in his career, and he reminds me a lot of Danny Rizzo, but he seems to have more focus for someone who hasn't been doing this for that long.
They can't continue their discussion before being cut off by 'Lucid Dreams' by Franz Ferdinand, and the building literally blows it's roof as Zack Fantana steps out onto the stage. He looks up with a genuine smile for the Indian crowd, and claps his hands in admiration of his fans before starting his strut down to the ring.
Ring Announcer: And introducing his partner, standing at six foot even and weighting in at 205 pounds, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...He is a former VPW UnYielding Champion, and The LEADER OF THE FANTANSY MOVEMENT........ZACK FANTANNNAAAA!!!
The crowd pops huge for Zack as he reaches ringside, and then takes a running go to leap up onto the apron where he swings around and hangs off the ropes, bouncing along with the music. Just as quickly he spins around and through the ropes into the ring, where he rushes a neutral corner and leaps to the second, throwing his hands over his head to another huge ovation. He nods to the crowd before dropping down and stepping over to Vilar, where the two have a quick handshake before talking strategy.
KO: Did you hear that ovation, Laur? These people are still hot for Fantana!
LO: And why not, Ken? Zack Fantana took an upsetting loss at Equinox, but gave the performance of a life time, and is a member of the Valor Pro Faithful that have been here since the beginning. It's taken awhile, but he's really found the backing of these fans, and is considered one of our top bills in the company.
KO: Yeah, and as you can see, he and Vilar are not having the same problems Watts and Sullivan are, as they argue about whose going to start this match.
LO: That right there could play the biggest factor in this thing. You know Zack wants this win after everything that went down at Equinox, and Vilar needs it to solidify his debut. Although, the same could be said for Leela Watts and Allison Sullivan, as their careers haven't gotten off to the start that either of them had wanted at Valor Pro. Should be interesting to see where this goes...
Leela, having had enough of Sullivan, finally just points to the center of the ring and steps out on the apron, leaving Allison somewhat satisfied. Fantana and Vilar play rock, paper, scissors over in their corner, and Fantana mockingly looks disappointed as he slaps the winning Vilar on the shoulder before stepping out to his corner. The ref calls for the bell, and Allison and Andrew begin to circle in the middle of the ring before locking up in a collar and elbow. Sullivan quickly moves into a go behind on Vilar, and reaches down between his legs to hook his ankle and pull it out from under him. He sprawls down onto his front, and she quickly follows him down, floating over to come in front of him and hook him into a front face lock.
LO: Sullivan might have been right about starting this match as she has quickly taken control with some fine wrestling. Vilar now using his size to push her back to her feet, and I think that's something that we should expound on too, Ken. I mean, the team of Vilar and Fantana are at a combined weight of 418 pounds, while Sullivan and Watts are only pushing 235.
KO: Obvious size advantage goes to Vilar and Fantana, but that means speed falls to Sullivan and Watts. They have a shot if they can stay out of the way of any bombs thrown by these guys.
Vilar and Sullivan are back on their feet, but Allison holds onto the front face lock with tenacity. Andrew, finding now reversal or escape, uses the size just spoken about to lift Sullivan right up into the air and tosses her body out, breaking the hold, and sending her face and chest first right to the canvas. She impacts painfully, but bounces up to her feet only to be leveled with a clothesline that turns her inside out. Watts bounces on the bottom rope trying to get some motivation back in her partner, who lies on the mat in shock and discomfort. The fans pop for Vilar, and he confidently pumps his fist before turning to peel Sullivan off the canvas. In a surprise move, she shows a great deal of ring presence by hooking Vilar around the head and pushing against his legs to take him down to the mat in a leverage fireman's carry. She's immediately right back on him, but this time in a rear naked choke that cuts off the shocked man's oxygen supply.
LO: Nice speed and leverage from Allison Sullivan who has Andy back on the mat again. He's already rocking to get up to his feet, but this is still a sound strategy.
KO: He's got her up, and moving her back into the ropes...and easily shoots her off. Allison on her way back now, and Vilar is posted up to catch her as she comes back...BASEBALL SLIDE BETWEEN THE LEGS!
LO: Sullivan up behind Vilar, who turns around and OH! Boot to the gut doubles him over, and SNAP DDT SPIKES HIS HEAD OFF THE CANVAS!
Sullivan comes up quickly, but drops right back down into a forward facing elbow drop that see's the point of her elbow come down right across Vilar's throat. He clutches at his neck as she pops up and does it again, and then again. Off the third one she pulls him up to a seated position, and then hits off the ropes behind him. When she comes back she leaps into the air and hooks him around the back of the head to bring his face crashing into the canvas. This results in him snapping onto his back, and Allison quickly swoops in and hooks the leg.
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LO: Vilar out at two, and Sullivan just looked up at Leela Watts who looks ready to come in this match. Allison doesn't look too keen on it, but none the less, she's pulling Andrew up off the canvas, and just drove him head first into the top turnbuckle of their corner.
KO: There's the tag, and Leela Watts comes into this match, and she fires into Vilar with chops that echos throughout the arena...
LO: Pulls Vilar down with a snapmare takeover into a seated position in the center of the ring, hit's off the ropes in front of him and LOW DROP KICK TO THE FACE! Leela with the quick cover!
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KO: Kick out at two, and Leela has him back up into a seated position and locks in a sleeper hold, falling back to the mat with a leg scissors around the midsection! This kid is going to fade fast if he can't get out of this!
Andy reaches to the sky, tongue lolling out of his mouth as Leela continues to crank the sleeper, and Fantana is yelling on the apron, starting a clap to try and give Vilar support. The outstretched arms begin to slowly drop until their on the mat, and his eyes glass over as the difficulty to breathe takes effect. The ref drops down beside him and checks one of the arms, and it drops lifelessly to the mat. He throws the signal for one, and then tries it again, and it drops a second time. Two! He goes for a third, but this time the claps from the fans almost seem to stop the arm before it drops the mat, and he starts clapping himself, rocking up to his knee and pulling Leela up with him, still latched onto his back. His arms begin to shake as he forces himself up to his feet, and then falls straight back, crushing Leela into the canvas. This breaks the hold, and he rolls away from her to lie on his face as Leela clutches her ribs.
LO: Andrew Vilar able to get out of the sleeper, but now both competitors are laid out and the ref has started a ten count!
KO: Their partners on the outside are eager to get in, Allison Sullivan screaming at Leela to get her ass up, while Fantana encourages Vilar to make it over.
LO: Both begin to stir, and are now crawling towards their respective partners....Leela LAUNCHES herself to make the tag, and Sullivan comes into the ring...BUT VILAR JUST TAGGED IN FANTANA!
Fantana leaps right up and over the top rope as Sullivan rushes that way, and he leap frogs right over the woman as she attempts a lariat. She stops short before crashing into the opposing teams corner, but when she turns around she's caught right in the face with a high standing drop kick that sends her crashing to the mat. She's back up quickly, but Fantana is there, pushing her into the ropes and sending her to the opposite side. She bounces and comes back, and walks right into his waiting arms into a rotating power slam that puts her to the mat. Sullivan grabs at her spine as Fantana comes up, rushes over to the ropes, and springboards off the second only to twist in mid air and drops the elbow hard down across Sullivan's chest. He quickly goes for a hook of the leg afterwards.
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LO: THRE-KICK OUT! Fantana has come into this match like a ball of fire, and he's pulled Sullivan up to her feet, feeds her arm through her legs, lifts, and NAILS HER WITH A PUMP HANDLE GUT BUSTER!
KO: There's another cover....
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LO: THRE-ANOTHER KICK OUT! Sullivan showing resiliency with these kick outs, but now Fantana has her up again and OH! Thunderous Chop sends her stumbling back into a neutral corner...
KO: Fantana wading right in with another one! And Another! Damn, she's getting lit up!
Fantana takes Allison by the wrist and whips her to the far side, and she strikes the turnbuckles hard, slumping so that her arms are held up by the top rope. Fantana doesn't miss a beat, rushing right in at full speed, and takes to the air for a big splash. Unfortunately for him, Sullivan manages to grab at the top rope and yank herself out of the way, and Fantana's chest and midsection crashes against the top turnbuckle. He falters back, clutching his sternum and Sullivan pulls herself right back into the corner, hops up to the second, and then flies off with a crossbody that takes him to the mat. She remains for a cover.
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LO: Kick out by Fantana at two, and Sullivan now helping him to his feet and shoves him back into the corner followed by shoulder thrusts to his injured midsection!
KO: She's got him hemmed up here, and I'm not so sure that Zack might not have strained something with that missed big splash, cause every time her shoulder finds his ribs, he looks to be in considerable pain.
After several more shoulders to the gut, Sullivan finally steps back, but only for a second as she rushes right back in, leaps up so that her feet are planted on Fantana's thighs, and then rocks back and monkey flips him high into the air to come crashing down to the canvas spine first. She quickly gets to her feet and steps out onto the apron, climbing that same corner's turnbuckles until she's perched high on the top. She doesn't bother with any show boating, instead opting to leap from the top into a senton roll that crushes Fantana's midsection. He clutches more emphatically at his gut as she spins around, and hooks the leg for another cover.
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KO: THREe-KICK OUT! Allison Sullivan almost got the victory there for her team, but Zack out just at the edge of three....and she looks pissed!
LO: Arguing with the referee now about the count, but Santiago is calling it a two. Leela Watts is trying to get Sullivan to focus on Fantana, and now these two ladies are arguing as well. All the while, Fantana is crawling towards his corner to Vilar!
Sullivan shoves one finger in the referee's face telling him it's a three, while the other finger is pointed at Leela, who she turns her attention to and tells her to mind her own business, and pay attention, she might learn something. Meanwhile, Zack is finger tips away from tagging in Vilar when Sullivan finally turns her attention back to her opponents. She shakes her head 'No', and rushes over to grab Zack's ankle which momentarily prevents him from making it to his partner. Suddenly, he rolls over onto his back, pulls both legs up to his chest, and shoves Sullivan backwards. This creates enough separation that he's able to reach up and make the tag, but Sullivan rushes right back in to nail Vilar in the jaw which ejects him from the apron down to the concrete below.
LO: Well the tag was made, but Vilar just sent to the floor by Sullivan, and now she's stomping away at Zack Fantana. The referee is admonishing her, trying to get her back which gives Fantana just enough time to roll under the bottom rope to the outside. Sullivan has her hands up, backing up near her corner as the ref starts a ten count on Vilar....
KO: AND LEELA WATT'S JUST SLAPPED HER ON THE BACK! The referee heard it and said that was a tag, and Allison Sullivan is mean mugging Leela as she comes into the ring, rolls right outside, helps Vilar up and tosses him into the ring.
LO: Allison Sullivan doesn't look like she appreciated that at all, but Leela was tired of her grandstanding out here as she now pulls Vilar up, and prepares to do her best!
A European uppercut from Leela sends Andy stumbling back into the ropes, and she steps up and follows it up with another one. She then takes him by the wrist, and fires him off to the opposite side, but he quickly turns it around and reverses it. Watts hits off the ropes and comes charging back, and Andy looks ready to intercept her, catching her into a tilt-a-whirl that Leela turns into a headscissors take down. The fans come to their feet as Vilar gets to his, and Leela rushes right in with double boots to his chest from a falling drop kick that blasts him back into the corner. He strikes the turnbuckles hard, which sends him stumbling out and Leela rushes in and goes for another drop kick. This time, however, Vilar side steps and manages to swat Leela's feet away, leaving nothing but air as she hits the canvas.
LO: Andrew Vilar narrowly avoiding another attack from Watts, but Leela's already back up and coming in, but Vilar boots her in the midsection to double her over, hooks her around the head, gives a bit of a jump there, BEFORE DRIVING HER SKULL INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!
KO: Damn, son! That girl might have a concussion!
LO: Vilar now rolling her over onto her back for a pin...
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LO: THRE-ALLISON SULLIVAN WITH A BOOT TO THE BACK OF VILAR'S HEAD TO BREAK THE COUNT! And now she's pulling him up despite the referee's warnings, BUT ZACK FANTANA JUST NAILS HER FROM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A FLIGHT OF FANTASY!!!
KO: That was an odd angle that narrowly missed Vilar as well, but the results is Sullivan flying through the middle and top rope to the floor outside. Fantana steps over that direction, grabs the top as she gets to her feet, and ROLLING SPLANCHA TO THE OUTSIDE DOWN ONTO SULLIVAN!
LO: Andrew Vilar stepping over to assess the damage to his partner, and TURNS AROUND ONLY TO GET CLOTHESLINED UP AND OVER BY LEELA!
Now with three of the competitors trying to regain their feet on the outside, Leela looks out to the crowd for reinforcement. They give it to her through cheers, and she nods her head before taking off for the ropes on the opposite side for spring. She bounces and comes rushing back just as all three are back to their feet, and flies through the middle rope in a suicide dive that looks more like an oddly angled cross body that catches all three and sends them crashing to the floor. She rolls off the bodies back to her feet, and gives a 'so sorry' to her partner, before pulling Vilar back to his and tossing him into the ring. She hops up onto the ring apron, and steps over to the nearest corner, making her climb to the top as Vilar has fallen into the perfect position on his back below her.
LO: Leela Watts taking to the skies once again, and she has Vilar exactly where she wants him!
KO: The fans are electric as she is perched on the top, and she rotates her hands out in front of her...oh wow, you don't think....
LO: 450 SPLASH....OH MY GOD! FANTANA RECOVERED ENOUGH TO PULL VILAR OUT OF THE RING BY HIS ANKLE, AND LEELA WATTS JUST ATE A FACE FULL OF CANVAS!!
Leela clutches at her midsection as she crawls to the center of the ring, while Fantana helps Vilar up and pushes him back in the ring, indicating for him to go for the cover. Vilar is a little out of it, but he still manages to craw that direction as Zack pulls himself up in their corner to watch. Andy raises his arm in the air and falls forward, draping it across Leela's chest.
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LO: THREe-NO! LEELA KICKED OUT!
KO: Yeah, and now Zack is pleading for Vilar to get over and make the tag, and LOOK! Allison Sullivan has made it back to her corner, and she's doing the same to Leela!
Both competitors groggily begin to crawl towards their corner, but Vilar manages to gain his footing and springs to tag in Zack first. Just as Fantana vaults over the top rope into the ring, Leela's hand reaches Sullivan's, and the former cheerleader slips into the ring. Fantana is already in motion by the time she's in, and she ducks out of the way as he launches himself into a splash meant to compress her in her own corner. Zack manages to put on the brakes before doing any damage to himself, but when he turns around Sullivan is there hooking him around the head in a cutter position, and then runs with him in tow towards the ropes. She walks right up the middle and the top, and swings back to catch him in her finisher, Teenage Crush! Zack, however, in a stroke of genius manages to grab the top rope as she floats over, and though it bends his neck awkwardly, he doesn't allow himself to be snapped to the canvas while Sullivan strikes hard on her knee's.
LO: Unbelievable reversal there by Fantana, though he appears to have tweaked his neck....Sullivan up now, goes for a swing, Zack ducks under and hooks her in a waist lock....SLEEP APNEA!
KO: QUICK AS A CAT!
LO: AND THERE'S THE COVER!
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Leela Watts clutches at her hair in frustration as she had made it halfway into the ring to try and break up the pin, but the referee's hand has already struck the mat. Andrew Vilar bounds into the ring to drop beside Zack, patting him on the back and nodding excitedly.
Ring Announcer: And the winners of this match via pinfall, the team of ANDREW VILAR & ZACK FANTANNNAAA!!
Zack sits up still clutching at the back of his neck after the awkward pull of reversing a sliced bread #2 the way he did, but he offers a victory smile to Vilar who helps him to his feet. The two men exchange a handshake much to the crowds delight, and then Zack indicates they should take a turnbuckle to celebrate. They hop up to the second on opposite sides, and the crowds goes wild. Meanwhile, Leela slips to the outside and helps Sullivan out of the ring, but Sullivan quickly shoves Watts away once she's under her own power and gives the woman a disgusted look before making her way to the back.
LO: Apparently Allison Sullivan blames Leela Watts for not being there when the pinfall went down, but it wasn't like this was some one sided victory. Both teams did a great job here tonight, despite having never been in the ring with one another!
KO: Yeah, and Leela, like the professional, just shrugs it off, but you can see she's disappointed in the outcome as well.
LO: I guess the big news, though, is that we now have three teams that have advanced in the tournament...The Zombie Clan, Davy Blossom and Roxi Johnson, and now Andrew Vilar and Zack Fantana!
KO: I've got to admit, as far as tags go, this team of Vilar and Fantana actually looked really good out here tonight.
LO: No doubt, and the Indian fans seem to really love them!
The two men continue to celebrate as the crowd goes wild, and a shot of them shaking hands one more time before exiting the ring together is seen before the cameras cut backstage.
The cameras zoom in on a picture of Danny Rizzo. It fully captures his star gazing eyes, his boyish charm, the light speckling of imperfect skin, and his overall underdog persona. Glorious. The idealist. The Danny Rizzo. Soon the edges of the picture begin to crinkle, then slowly his face becomes distorted, before finally the picture is torn in half to reveal Lorean Moore’s face. She throws the picture away.
“And just like that, Danny Rizzo’s chapter ends. It was a short story, but he required little more than minimalism.”
The camera zooms out, revealing that she’s outside, already leaving the arena.
“Now the question is - who is next… Ultimately, it doesn’t really matter who is next. Each and every one of you will be dealt with in the same way I dealt with Danny Rizzo.”
She walks to the open door of a car waiting to take her to the airport. She turns to the camera for a moment…
“I look forward to seeing you again, very soon.”
With that said, she climbs into the car and it drives away.
Alexis Kennedy finds herself backstage at the arena, despite not being a Valor employee, she has every reason to be seeking out a particular one. And that reason is likely the reason she accompanied Fallon Lockhart to the show tonight. A wrong turn finds her down a dark hallway, one of those hallways that you’re not really sure where in the building it is, the kind that seems to come out of nowhere…
A shock of blue hair at the end of the hall spurs her on, picking up the pace to almost a jog, she reaches out into the darkness but comes up empty, pawing her way down the hall as she chases after the blue hair. Until suddenly, she comes to a dead stop.
The soft sound of a child crying behind her, sees Alexis freeze in place, for a moment she looks as though she doesn’t want to turn towards the sound. Looking back down the hall, the blue hair is gone, no one left to chase… Alexis turns back towards the crying.
Lying on the floor is a small china doll, a crack down its face, eyes closed and most noticeably, the reason for the crack… the dolls mouth has been sewn shut.
“And just like that, Danny Rizzo’s chapter ends. It was a short story, but he required little more than minimalism.”
The camera zooms out, revealing that she’s outside, already leaving the arena.
“Now the question is - who is next… Ultimately, it doesn’t really matter who is next. Each and every one of you will be dealt with in the same way I dealt with Danny Rizzo.”
She walks to the open door of a car waiting to take her to the airport. She turns to the camera for a moment…
“I look forward to seeing you again, very soon.”
With that said, she climbs into the car and it drives away.
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Alexis Kennedy finds herself backstage at the arena, despite not being a Valor employee, she has every reason to be seeking out a particular one. And that reason is likely the reason she accompanied Fallon Lockhart to the show tonight. A wrong turn finds her down a dark hallway, one of those hallways that you’re not really sure where in the building it is, the kind that seems to come out of nowhere…
A shock of blue hair at the end of the hall spurs her on, picking up the pace to almost a jog, she reaches out into the darkness but comes up empty, pawing her way down the hall as she chases after the blue hair. Until suddenly, she comes to a dead stop.
The soft sound of a child crying behind her, sees Alexis freeze in place, for a moment she looks as though she doesn’t want to turn towards the sound. Looking back down the hall, the blue hair is gone, no one left to chase… Alexis turns back towards the crying.
Lying on the floor is a small china doll, a crack down its face, eyes closed and most noticeably, the reason for the crack… the dolls mouth has been sewn shut.
Featuring: Cosmo Cooper (Apex Championship Celebration)
The lights dim. Everyone’s excited. Michael Jackson’s “Bad” kicks in, and the lights come up to the familiar sight of a leather jacket wearing, strutting Brad Stokes attempting to moonwalk across the ramp but nearly trips so he stops short of falling off the entry platform, runs a hand through his hair, real cool like, and struts down the ramp in one of wrestling’s most epic recoveries from a near fatal fall. Brad goes to shake some kids hand but quickly pulls away and points to himself when Michael Jackson says he’s bad, because Brad thinks he’s saying “Brad” and not bad, and it’s a whole thing with Brad Stokes. He stops short of entering the ring, parting his leather jacket open to reveal his face looking intense in red watermarked on the shirt with the words, “You know I’m Brad, I’m Brad, I’m Really, Really Brad” emblazoned in stylized font.
Anyway, he’s in the ring with a smile on, looking exhilarated as the music dies down leaving only the noise of a disappointed crowd. They thought they were getting someone talented.
Brad Stokes: WHOO!
Some of the crowd mimics his “whoo” noise, others say boo, it’s all the same to Brad. He grins smarmily as the crowd dies down.
Brad Stokes: Finally… Brad Stokes is BACK in Ernakulum.
The crowd pops. This might be the first time Brad Stokes has gotten the venue location correct.
Brad Stokes: Yes, it’s a little known fact but I was actually born in India.
Another pop. Brad’s on a roll.
Brad Stokes: Yes indeed.
He rolls up his sleeve and makes a fist.
Brad Stokes: Why if some man-made object were capable of cutting through my flesh to reach the veins inside me in order to see my blood… I’m pretty sure within a degree of uncertainty that my blood is the color of the Indian flag, folks.
My god the crowd pops again!
Brad Stokes: Yessir, the fact that I was born here is the main reason I never came back for 30 years you plague-ridden donkeys ahahahahahaha. This whole country is terrible and I have every intention of single-handedly sneezing in the face of every local I meet in order to spread my diseases to the Indians just like Columbus did ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Bad form. The crowd is booing now.
Brad Stokes: And you want to know something else? I wasn’t born here! I lied! No one’s born in India. This is where poop spontaneously generates itself ahahahahaha! I’m Brad Stokes, and you’re on MY time now, bitches ahahahahahahahaha.
More booing. Brad was doing so well.
Brad Stokes: Now, for all you mainstays and regular Valor Pro viewers, you were likely shocked to find me absent from the last event. NO FEAR. I have every intention of running long on this segment to make up for them refusing to give me an appearance credit on Equilibrium or whatever the hell it was called. How do you like that, suits in the back? Huh? And there’s nothing you can do to cut--
“Lady Venom” by Swollen Members hits mid-Stokes Sentence and Brad looks increasingly disappointed to the ramp where Vanessa Byrne strides out in a pantsuit with a not-very-impressed resting bitchface expression as she burns holes into him on her way down to the ring.
Brad gives the exaggerated ‘who me’? Response as she climbs into the ring and the crowd slowly dies down.
Brad Stokes: Why, Ms. Byrne, I--
Vanessa Byrne: Shut up, you convoluted little wanker.
The crowd, oddly enough, cheers Vanessa Byrne on this one. Brad Stokes destroyed any good will they had for him.
Brad Stokes: That’s no way to speak to on-air talent, I--
Vanessa Byrne: You’re right. I’ll bring some out so the fans don’t need to be disappointed by you any further.
“Lifted” by CL hits and the crowd is understandably on their feet as the newly crowned Apex Champion Cosmo Cooper strides out to meet the ovation. He holds the hard-fought, well-earned title belt up to an even louder roar from the fans. Even Vanessa Byrne tenderly claps proudly watching her proclaimed Champion of Choice stride down to the ring. His victory was as much hers, one might say.
The music fades with Cosmo’s entry into the ring. Vanessa Byrne approaches, looking ready to just about hug him before BRad finds himself in between them, right up in Cosmo’s face.
BRad Stokes: Yeah, that’s real impressive buddy, but can you moonwalk barefoot, huh?
Vanessa rolls her eyes. Brad would try to steal this moment.
Vanessa Byrne: I said can it, Brad. You’re on thin ice. This is Cosmo’s moment. My moment. The moment of this entire federation.
Brad Stokes: Yeah, well…
He’s a little dejected.
Brad Stokes: That’s just, like, you’re opinion, man.
Brad feels left out, moving to one of the corners as Vanessa turns her attention back to Cosmo.
Vanessa Byrne: Cosmo, you entered this federation and immediately turned heads, including mine.
She winks. Cosmo smirks.
Vanessa Byrne: I even offered to gift this Apex title to you after that horrible Elina Cartel woman injured herself effectively stripping herself of the right to wear the title. But you, true to upstanding, near-perfect, form, true to everything that Valor Pro Stands for, declined. You decided you wanted to earn the right to bear the Apex Championship. And earn it you have besting a man who… let’s be honest, his name doesn’t even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as yours--
"Salvation Code" by Scandroid (Makeup and Vanity Set Remix) hits and the crowd is on its feet. You had to be expecting this moment. Vanessa is frozen with anger. Cosmo rolls his eyes almost as if he expected it, and both of them bitterly glance towards the entrance where none other than Brennan Devlin strides out smarmily.
Brennan Devlin: Well, well, well.
Vanessa Byrne: Why are you out here?
Brennan Devlin: Shut your mouth, twat. I’m talking.
The crowd roars. Vanessa is stunned. Cosmo is ready to march up the ramp and beat him!
Brennan Devlin: That goes for you too, Vanessa.
Brennan snickers. The crowd laughs. Vanessa Byrne isn’t having Devlin’s antics this night.
Vanessa Byrne: No. No not tonight, Devlin. Your time to talk was at Equinox, and, judging by the beautiful belt adorning the handsome Cosmo Cooper’s shoulder, you didn’t speak your case very well. So if you’re out here to be a bitter, obnoxious little S.O.B. you best just turn tail and walk back to the back with the rest of the cellar dwellers.
Cosmo nods.
Cosmo Cooper: Ms. Byrne, I beat him once. I can beat him again. Let me--
Brennan Devlin: Ms. Byrne, Ms. Byrne! It’s like a fucking toddler calling for his mommy out here. Make no mistake, I’ma whip your ass just like I took that whip to your grandma, later. But right now, I’m here for something else entirely.
Cosmo stepped up to the ropes and looked forward.
Cosmo Cooper: What? Boring back there? Tired of making tweets about my grandma with less attention than a Sativa post? Run out of room to bang your fists against the ground some more trying to draw attention away from my championship win?
Brennan Devlin: Make no mistake, one day really, really soon, I’m going to take MY Apex Championship you Russian piece of shit. But we have something else to deal with right now, if you’re not too busy dreaming of your seventeen matches in highschool gyms this week.
The crowd pops. They seem to agree. The war for the Apex Championship between these two men is far from over.
Brennan Devlin: I’m actually out here about all this tag-team turmoil lethal lottery business.
Cosmo Cooper: Can’t cut it as a singles wrestler, so you’re out here looking to option your way into tag-team wrestling? I got news for you, bud. You couldn’t take me in singles? You’ll find it damn near impossible to take me in a tag-match no matter who your partner is. Make the match, Vanessa. I am all about giving this giant, screaming temper tantrum throwing toddler a hand out… and I’ll put this guy down perm--
Brennan Devlin: As everyone knows, I teamed with myself to become one of the greatest tag teams of all time, already, Cosmo. But here’s the thing, the other me isn’t here and apparently I have to settle for another team… so I participated in this whole Lethal Lottery thing and.. it looks like I’m stuck with you, dipshit.
The crowd is stunned. The pop is enormous. Vanessa is stunned. Cosmo is floored. All their shared history is locked on his face.
Brennan Devlin: So, I guess Devlin/Asshole 2 will have to wait while Vanessa’s going to have to watch her piece of man-candy team with the King Kong of Dong in Valor Pro Wrestling’s tag team tournament. And you know what? Cosmo… it’s going to be even better getting that Apex Championship away from you when I’ve tarnished your history, when I’ve forced my name alongside yours in the books as having won Tag Team Championships… then took that Apex Championship away. You’ll never be able to escape me…
Like a period on the sentence, Brennan tosses the microphone from his hand with a cocky glare down at Cosmo he walks his way back up the ramp and exits. The crowd dies down.
Vanessa Byrne: Cosmo I can have Dugan re-draw--
Cosmo Cooper: No.
Vanessa Byrne: What?
Cosmo Cooper: No. I play the cards I’m dealt, Ms. Byrne. I can’t stand that man. You know it. Everyone in India knows it. Everyone in the world knows it. But one thing I am not, is one to back down from a challenge. If my days as an athlete showed me anything, sometimes you’ve got to bring shitty wrestlers up to your level. Brennan Devlin as my tag team partner? Let’s do this. I handled his last challenges, I’ll handle this one too.
“Lifted” By CL hits and Cosmo Cooper looks determined to get backstage and clear his thoughts. Vanessa Byrne glares back at Brad who defensively backs up letting her leave alongside Cosmo Cooper.
Brad Stokes is left in the ring. He does the classic Bob Hope golf club swing before attempting another moonwalk. He pulls a hamstring and has to limp the rest of the way out of the ring, calling for ring crew to help him up the rest of the way.
Anyway, he’s in the ring with a smile on, looking exhilarated as the music dies down leaving only the noise of a disappointed crowd. They thought they were getting someone talented.
Brad Stokes: WHOO!
Some of the crowd mimics his “whoo” noise, others say boo, it’s all the same to Brad. He grins smarmily as the crowd dies down.
Brad Stokes: Finally… Brad Stokes is BACK in Ernakulum.
The crowd pops. This might be the first time Brad Stokes has gotten the venue location correct.
Brad Stokes: Yes, it’s a little known fact but I was actually born in India.
Another pop. Brad’s on a roll.
Brad Stokes: Yes indeed.
He rolls up his sleeve and makes a fist.
Brad Stokes: Why if some man-made object were capable of cutting through my flesh to reach the veins inside me in order to see my blood… I’m pretty sure within a degree of uncertainty that my blood is the color of the Indian flag, folks.
My god the crowd pops again!
Brad Stokes: Yessir, the fact that I was born here is the main reason I never came back for 30 years you plague-ridden donkeys ahahahahahaha. This whole country is terrible and I have every intention of single-handedly sneezing in the face of every local I meet in order to spread my diseases to the Indians just like Columbus did ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Bad form. The crowd is booing now.
Brad Stokes: And you want to know something else? I wasn’t born here! I lied! No one’s born in India. This is where poop spontaneously generates itself ahahahahaha! I’m Brad Stokes, and you’re on MY time now, bitches ahahahahahahahaha.
More booing. Brad was doing so well.
Brad Stokes: Now, for all you mainstays and regular Valor Pro viewers, you were likely shocked to find me absent from the last event. NO FEAR. I have every intention of running long on this segment to make up for them refusing to give me an appearance credit on Equilibrium or whatever the hell it was called. How do you like that, suits in the back? Huh? And there’s nothing you can do to cut--
“Lady Venom” by Swollen Members hits mid-Stokes Sentence and Brad looks increasingly disappointed to the ramp where Vanessa Byrne strides out in a pantsuit with a not-very-impressed resting bitchface expression as she burns holes into him on her way down to the ring.
Brad gives the exaggerated ‘who me’? Response as she climbs into the ring and the crowd slowly dies down.
Brad Stokes: Why, Ms. Byrne, I--
Vanessa Byrne: Shut up, you convoluted little wanker.
The crowd, oddly enough, cheers Vanessa Byrne on this one. Brad Stokes destroyed any good will they had for him.
Brad Stokes: That’s no way to speak to on-air talent, I--
Vanessa Byrne: You’re right. I’ll bring some out so the fans don’t need to be disappointed by you any further.
“Lifted” by CL hits and the crowd is understandably on their feet as the newly crowned Apex Champion Cosmo Cooper strides out to meet the ovation. He holds the hard-fought, well-earned title belt up to an even louder roar from the fans. Even Vanessa Byrne tenderly claps proudly watching her proclaimed Champion of Choice stride down to the ring. His victory was as much hers, one might say.
The music fades with Cosmo’s entry into the ring. Vanessa Byrne approaches, looking ready to just about hug him before BRad finds himself in between them, right up in Cosmo’s face.
BRad Stokes: Yeah, that’s real impressive buddy, but can you moonwalk barefoot, huh?
Vanessa rolls her eyes. Brad would try to steal this moment.
Vanessa Byrne: I said can it, Brad. You’re on thin ice. This is Cosmo’s moment. My moment. The moment of this entire federation.
Brad Stokes: Yeah, well…
He’s a little dejected.
Brad Stokes: That’s just, like, you’re opinion, man.
Brad feels left out, moving to one of the corners as Vanessa turns her attention back to Cosmo.
Vanessa Byrne: Cosmo, you entered this federation and immediately turned heads, including mine.
She winks. Cosmo smirks.
Vanessa Byrne: I even offered to gift this Apex title to you after that horrible Elina Cartel woman injured herself effectively stripping herself of the right to wear the title. But you, true to upstanding, near-perfect, form, true to everything that Valor Pro Stands for, declined. You decided you wanted to earn the right to bear the Apex Championship. And earn it you have besting a man who… let’s be honest, his name doesn’t even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as yours--
"Salvation Code" by Scandroid (Makeup and Vanity Set Remix) hits and the crowd is on its feet. You had to be expecting this moment. Vanessa is frozen with anger. Cosmo rolls his eyes almost as if he expected it, and both of them bitterly glance towards the entrance where none other than Brennan Devlin strides out smarmily.
Brennan Devlin: Well, well, well.
Vanessa Byrne: Why are you out here?
Brennan Devlin: Shut your mouth, twat. I’m talking.
The crowd roars. Vanessa is stunned. Cosmo is ready to march up the ramp and beat him!
Brennan Devlin: That goes for you too, Vanessa.
Brennan snickers. The crowd laughs. Vanessa Byrne isn’t having Devlin’s antics this night.
Vanessa Byrne: No. No not tonight, Devlin. Your time to talk was at Equinox, and, judging by the beautiful belt adorning the handsome Cosmo Cooper’s shoulder, you didn’t speak your case very well. So if you’re out here to be a bitter, obnoxious little S.O.B. you best just turn tail and walk back to the back with the rest of the cellar dwellers.
Cosmo nods.
Cosmo Cooper: Ms. Byrne, I beat him once. I can beat him again. Let me--
Brennan Devlin: Ms. Byrne, Ms. Byrne! It’s like a fucking toddler calling for his mommy out here. Make no mistake, I’ma whip your ass just like I took that whip to your grandma, later. But right now, I’m here for something else entirely.
Cosmo stepped up to the ropes and looked forward.
Cosmo Cooper: What? Boring back there? Tired of making tweets about my grandma with less attention than a Sativa post? Run out of room to bang your fists against the ground some more trying to draw attention away from my championship win?
Brennan Devlin: Make no mistake, one day really, really soon, I’m going to take MY Apex Championship you Russian piece of shit. But we have something else to deal with right now, if you’re not too busy dreaming of your seventeen matches in highschool gyms this week.
The crowd pops. They seem to agree. The war for the Apex Championship between these two men is far from over.
Brennan Devlin: I’m actually out here about all this tag-team turmoil lethal lottery business.
Cosmo Cooper: Can’t cut it as a singles wrestler, so you’re out here looking to option your way into tag-team wrestling? I got news for you, bud. You couldn’t take me in singles? You’ll find it damn near impossible to take me in a tag-match no matter who your partner is. Make the match, Vanessa. I am all about giving this giant, screaming temper tantrum throwing toddler a hand out… and I’ll put this guy down perm--
Brennan Devlin: As everyone knows, I teamed with myself to become one of the greatest tag teams of all time, already, Cosmo. But here’s the thing, the other me isn’t here and apparently I have to settle for another team… so I participated in this whole Lethal Lottery thing and.. it looks like I’m stuck with you, dipshit.
The crowd is stunned. The pop is enormous. Vanessa is stunned. Cosmo is floored. All their shared history is locked on his face.
Brennan Devlin: So, I guess Devlin/Asshole 2 will have to wait while Vanessa’s going to have to watch her piece of man-candy team with the King Kong of Dong in Valor Pro Wrestling’s tag team tournament. And you know what? Cosmo… it’s going to be even better getting that Apex Championship away from you when I’ve tarnished your history, when I’ve forced my name alongside yours in the books as having won Tag Team Championships… then took that Apex Championship away. You’ll never be able to escape me…
Like a period on the sentence, Brennan tosses the microphone from his hand with a cocky glare down at Cosmo he walks his way back up the ramp and exits. The crowd dies down.
Vanessa Byrne: Cosmo I can have Dugan re-draw--
Cosmo Cooper: No.
Vanessa Byrne: What?
Cosmo Cooper: No. I play the cards I’m dealt, Ms. Byrne. I can’t stand that man. You know it. Everyone in India knows it. Everyone in the world knows it. But one thing I am not, is one to back down from a challenge. If my days as an athlete showed me anything, sometimes you’ve got to bring shitty wrestlers up to your level. Brennan Devlin as my tag team partner? Let’s do this. I handled his last challenges, I’ll handle this one too.
“Lifted” By CL hits and Cosmo Cooper looks determined to get backstage and clear his thoughts. Vanessa Byrne glares back at Brad who defensively backs up letting her leave alongside Cosmo Cooper.
Brad Stokes is left in the ring. He does the classic Bob Hope golf club swing before attempting another moonwalk. He pulls a hamstring and has to limp the rest of the way out of the ring, calling for ring crew to help him up the rest of the way.
Fallon Lockhart is sitting in her locker room, preparing for her match later in the night. Unusual for her, she is slowly taping her hands, but the tape has her usual Fallon flair and is rainbow colored, as she winds the tape around her hands she lets out a soft sigh.
Fallon: It never had to be like this, ya know? This isn’t how I like to head into a match, all this anger n aggression, it just ain’t for me. Now I know some people out there, they wanna see me rly teach Nova a lesson, but I gotta do that in my own way.
She flashes a small smile at the camera, then looks back at the tape.
Fallon: I already know I can’t go into this like I do most my matches, that I can’t expect to have a handshake at the end or nothin, Nova has already all but decided that I ain’t worth much effort, he proved it in his approach n honestly? I don’t rly care enough for his opinion to worry bout changin it.
Pushing up from the bench she stands, looking back to the camera once more.
Fallon: So instead, am gonna do what I said I would. I’m gonna go on out there n I’m gonna show the fans why they’re right to cheer me. This is for everyone who has supported me so far… I just hope I don’t let nobody down.
Fallon: It never had to be like this, ya know? This isn’t how I like to head into a match, all this anger n aggression, it just ain’t for me. Now I know some people out there, they wanna see me rly teach Nova a lesson, but I gotta do that in my own way.
She flashes a small smile at the camera, then looks back at the tape.
Fallon: I already know I can’t go into this like I do most my matches, that I can’t expect to have a handshake at the end or nothin, Nova has already all but decided that I ain’t worth much effort, he proved it in his approach n honestly? I don’t rly care enough for his opinion to worry bout changin it.
Pushing up from the bench she stands, looking back to the camera once more.
Fallon: So instead, am gonna do what I said I would. I’m gonna go on out there n I’m gonna show the fans why they’re right to cheer me. This is for everyone who has supported me so far… I just hope I don’t let nobody down.
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The scene opens with Andy Vilar in the changing rooms. He steps into the frame of the camera, still wearing his ring gear as he steps up to front and center, he nods with a confident smile on his face.
Andy: “I’d have to admit, I didn't know what expectations to have in working alongside Zack. I studied the tapes, and I studied the man. But still, I appreciated every second I got to share in the ring with him. To be honest, him, my opponents, they carried out the best of me. To me wrestling is something you can harness to express that true master of expression. One hundred percent, every match I have to go bigger…”
He smiles as he turns to take a seat on a chair, presumably next to his own locker.
Andy: “I’ve been nonstop at work on something at large… Yeah… I’m going to show you guys something you ain’t seen before. Valor’s been taking me to all the corners of the earth so far, so it’s only natural that I seize that opportunity to study on each step of the journey. Yeah, I’ve been to the temples. Chartered the ferry to Sri Lanka and back. I walked into the galleries and monuments… Valor’s been giving me amazing wrestlers to share the ring with. Overcoming that first step of fighting a literal German homicidal maniac sent by F.F.C. to assassinate me… Now to wrestling against champion caliber athletes.”
Andy leans in forward with a relieved smile on his face.
Andy: “I’m going all in, in every match, every step of the way… And it starts with this masterpiece move of mine that’s going to show you the kind of dynamic art I can make in that ring.”
Vilar moves towards the door to make his way to gorilla while the camera moves back to ringside.
Andy: “I’d have to admit, I didn't know what expectations to have in working alongside Zack. I studied the tapes, and I studied the man. But still, I appreciated every second I got to share in the ring with him. To be honest, him, my opponents, they carried out the best of me. To me wrestling is something you can harness to express that true master of expression. One hundred percent, every match I have to go bigger…”
He smiles as he turns to take a seat on a chair, presumably next to his own locker.
Andy: “I’ve been nonstop at work on something at large… Yeah… I’m going to show you guys something you ain’t seen before. Valor’s been taking me to all the corners of the earth so far, so it’s only natural that I seize that opportunity to study on each step of the journey. Yeah, I’ve been to the temples. Chartered the ferry to Sri Lanka and back. I walked into the galleries and monuments… Valor’s been giving me amazing wrestlers to share the ring with. Overcoming that first step of fighting a literal German homicidal maniac sent by F.F.C. to assassinate me… Now to wrestling against champion caliber athletes.”
Andy leans in forward with a relieved smile on his face.
Andy: “I’m going all in, in every match, every step of the way… And it starts with this masterpiece move of mine that’s going to show you the kind of dynamic art I can make in that ring.”
Vilar moves towards the door to make his way to gorilla while the camera moves back to ringside.
LO: Andy Vilar with a vote of confidence that you have to believe is bolstered after his and Fantana's big win here tonight.
KO: No doubt, but what about that bombshell dropped during the Apex Championship celebration! Those two fools are going to have to team together?!?
LO: Looks like it, Ken, and General Manger, Vanessa Byrne, didn't seem to know anything about it. I mean, according to Dugan Callahan, this is a Lethal Lottery, random drawings.
KO: The odds of those two pulling each others names is astronomical. I smell Bullshit!
LO: Obviously so did Brennan Devlin, which is why he came down to the ring to spoil the party. Either way, they are teaming up next show in the Chimera Tag Tournament!
KO: I...I...we'll have to talk about this later. Generic Ring Announcer is in the ring, and we've got a grudge match to settle!
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a singles match 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 had a big night at Equinox, opening the show with Danny Rizzo and setting the tone for the rest of the night.
KO: Yeah, and she won too, Laur. She's given up a lot to get to his level, and just recently left Southside Wrestling behind so she can focus on these international tours like we have here tonight.
LO: Well, this match should be interesting considering what happened last time these two met in the New Kids On The Block fatal four way. Fallon didn't much appreciate the womanizing ways of NovaCaine.
KO: I figure it isn't going to be any different here tonight considering what he had to say about her in his promo earlier this week, but why speculate cause here he comes.
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 pauses to stare up at Fallon from the floor. A mischievous grin spreads over his face as he climbs the steps, wipes his feet on the apron, and then slips through the ropes into the ring. Fallon watches him as he stretches over in the corner against the ropes, and finally he plops back to rest against the turnbuckles, that sneer never leaving his lips.
LO: NovaCaine has swaggered out here like a real swine, and he knows he's grating against the nerves of the woman who stands across from him in the ring.
KO: That's why he's a Legend, Laur. I mean, they haven't even locked up yet, and you can visibly see that he is already in Fallon Lockhart's head, and she doesn't like it.
Fallon Lockhart shakes her head determinedly as the ref calls for the bell and she steps out to the center of the ring, ready to get started. Caine just watches her from his corner, lazily picking at the tape wrapped around the top rope before stepping out in a sly gait. He comes to stand right in front of Fallon, who looks up at him defiantly, and in a surprise move, with one hand he disrespectfully mushes her face with enough force that it knocks her off balance. Fallon stares at the canvas for a moment, gliding the back of her hand across her face where he had just face palmed her. NovaCaine chuckles, the crowd booing him immensely, when suddenly Fallon springs into action with rapid fire forearm strikes right to his face. Caine stumbles back with the blows, his face now a mask of shock and retreat as Lockhart has to stand on her tip toes to make the strikes land. Finally she knocks him all the way back into the ropes, and she quickly takes him by the wrist and fires him to the other side. Caine shifts at the last second, however, and reverses the throw, sending Fallon to the ropes instead.
LO: Fallon off the ropes with blinding speed and ducks NovaCaine's lariat attempt, and now bouncing once again to come back a second time...BUT she ducks his back elbow attempt as well. Caine posting up to catch her on her way back, and she BASEBALL SLIDES right between his legs and pops up behind him...
KO: Nova turns around, and high standing drop kick catches him right in the chest and sends him back into the ropes. He bounces off, and ANOTHER drop kick drops him back again, but she can't get him off his feet!
Caine leans against the ropes and Fallon rushes in on him, but he ducks his head and sends her over the top with a back body drop. Fallon, however, manages to grab the top rope on her way over, and twists around to land safely on the ring apron. Caine seems pretty satisfied with himself until he turns to spy his opponent waiting for him. A scowl comes across his face as he moves in, but Fallon ducks down and thrusts her shoulder through the middle and top rope to catch him right in the gut. He begs off for a moment, then moves back in, and again she shoulder thrusts him in the gut. This time he doubles over a bit, and Fallon grabs the top rope and leaps back into the ring for a sunset flip, and this time is able to drag Nova to the mat into a pin.
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LO: NO! Kick out at two, and Nova rolls back up to his feet as Fallon pops up to her feet, and HE LEVELS HER WITH A VIOLENT LARIAT!
KO: He just took that poor girls head off!
Nova grins out at the booing crowd as Fallon cradles her skull, and he steps around her, using the toe of his boot to disrespectfully shove her over onto her back. He stands over her and makes a mock measurement of her body with his hands, and then bites his fist as if in anticipation. The crowd really pours on the boo's now, but he just laughs, before dropping a heavy elbow down across her chest, and then giving a lazy cover, not bothering to hook the leg. He even counts along with the ref, grin still on his face.
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LO: Fallon with a kickout at one, and NovaCaine looks absolutely bemused about his control over this match.
KO: Yeah, and it only took one move. I mean, his size advantage over her is huge. He has her by 115 pounds!
LO: Yeah, but as we saw as the match started Fallon has speed here, and if she can just get the momentum back on her side and keep away from him with quick strikes, she still has a chance here.
KO: Agree to disagree, Laur, cause quite frankly, it'll take 30 hits for her versus one for him. It's no contest.
Caine pulls Fallon up by a fistful of hair, and the referee gets onto him about it as he drags her over to the corner, and then jams her face into the top turnbuckle. He spins her around, winds up, and drives a hard right fist right into her jaw with all of his weight behind it, and Fallon drops to one knee clutching her face. He continues to grin as he reaches down to take her by the chin, lifting her to stand once more, and then fires in a chop across her chest. He laughs as the fans boo him, and this time he licks the palm of his hand in disgusting manner, before chopping her across the chest a second time. Then a third. Then a fourth.
LO: NovaCaine being his usual misogynistic self, and this crowd is having none of it, but he is still in control here, pulling Fallon out of the corner with a snapmare into a seated position in the center of the ring, and OH! Boot to the back of the head sends her down to the canvas clutching her skull again!
KO: And now he's just strutting, soaking in the boo's from these Indian fans!
Caine makes a complete circuit around the ring, and then throws his hands out at his side in mock confusion at the reaction before the grin returns, and he turns his attention back to Lockhart who gets to her feet by use of the ropes in the corner. Nova takes off into a sprint towards the young lady and goes for a clothesline to crush her against the turnbuckles, but at the last second Fallon manages to get out of the way. Caine runs chest first into the top turnbuckle, stumbling out holding his chest as Fallon moves in to leap to the second rope, and flies off to catch NovaCaine around the head only to spin him into a massive tornado DDT. The fans pop as she moves to hook the leg for a cover.
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LO: THR-NO! Caine out at two and a half, and Fallon already getting to her feet and moving back to the corner. She hops to the second rope, and dives off with a leg drop right across Caine's throat, and goes for another cover...But Caine just knocks her off of him and is crawling towards the ropes!
KO: Fallon now helping him up to his feet, and sends him off to the other side, but Nova reverses! Lockhart on her way back, and Nova goes for a lariat, but FALLON DUCKS IT! Hooks the arm on her way through, swings her legs up to hook the other, and rocks Nova back into a crucifix pin!
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LO: Kick out at two, and Nova coming back to his feet at the same time as Fallon, who hooks him around the head and pulls his jaw ontop of hers....AND SIT OUT JAW BREAKER SNAPS HIM BACK TO THE MAT!
Fallon is already coming back to her feet as Nova clutches at his jaw, and she makes her way out to the apron, and begins to climb over in the corner. Caine has already started making his way back to his feet by the time she reaches the top, and she points out at the crowd for some support before flying off with a high cross body. Unfortunately for her, at that same instance, NovaCaine leaves his feet into a high standing drop kick that catches her right in the midsection and sends her hurtling awkwardly to crash into the mat.
LO: Big time reversal for NovaCaine there, what hang time off the drop kick!
KO: Yeah, no doubt, and now Fallon is on the ground clutching at her midsection. Here comes Nova, who scoops her up readily, GORILLA PRESSES HER HIGH OVER HIS HEAD, AND THEN THROWS HER UP IN THE AIR SO THAT SHE COMES CRASHING DOWN FACE AND CHEST FIRST!
Lockhart looks as though the wind has been completely driven out of her as Nova skillfully pulls her up, and then shoves her into a nearby corner. He follows up with repeated shoulder thrusts right to her gut, pushing her further and further into the turnbuckles until she's practically sitting on the middle one. Once satisfied, he takes her by the wrist and sends her hurtling to the far side where she impacts so hard that she flops straight down to the mat in a crash. She's pushing back up to her feet just in time to catch NovaCaine rushing in to nail her with a high knee lift that he quickly transitions into a hangman's neck breaker. The ring rattles as he forces her into the mat, and he floats around to hook her leg deep for a cover.
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LO: THREe-KICK OUT! Good God, that was close!
KO: NovaCaine is imposing his will over this girl right now! And before this might have been a joke to him, but now he looks pissed. He thought he'd put her away with that neck breaker!
Caine yanks Fallon off the canvas, and delivers a vicious right hand that sends her thundering back down to the canvas as he adjusts his tights and tells the referee to get out of his 'God Damn Face' after being admonished. He reaches down to get another handful of Lockhart's hair, and disrespectfully yanks her to her feet with a sneer. He walks her over to the corner, and drives her face first into the top turnbuckle to stun her before he scoops her up, and then sets her up in a tree of woe.
LO: Oh, this does not look good, and a devious expression flashing across NovaCaine's face....AND HE COMMENCES TO STOMP AT THE WOMAN'S MIDSECTION REPEATEDLY, ALL THE WHILE SPEWING VENOM AT THESE FANS AT RINGSIDE!
KO: God, I haven't heard this sort of disdain from a live crowd since Cross Recoba made his debut....they really hate this guy!
Caine continues to unmercifully stomp at Fallon until finally coming to a stop, out of breath and wiping sweat from his brow. A smirk comes over him as he swaggers back over to the corner, and then steps up onto the ropes, placing his other boot firmly in Fallon's crotch and grinding it out as the ref yells at him and starts a five count. At four and a half he hops down, throwing his hands out at his side at the booing crowd who are almost toxic in their response to him.
LO: That man is a real piece of shit!
KO: LAUR!
LO: NO! KEN, THERE IS NO DEFENSE!
KO: Well, I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I agree. I don't think that was called for in the slightest, but at the end of the day he did break the count.
LO: You know what...some things shouldn't require a count. They should be an automatic disqualification.
KO: Maybe you're right, Laur, but right now the ref has just helped Lockhart down from the tree of woe, and she's trying to regain her feet, and NovaCaine is just waiting on her, begging her to stumble out of the corner.
Eventually Fallon haphazardly obliges, walking as if drunk from the damage inflicted, and she steps right into a pop up by NovaCaine into a powerbomb. Or it would have been, if Fallon hadn't reversed it into a hurricanrana instead. A hurricanrana that sends Caine soaring face first into the middle turnbuckle of the same corner he had tortured her in. He comes up clutching at his nose, as a beleagured Lockhart rushes in and catches him with a BKO Running Knee Strike square in the face, which in turn sends him back into the corner where the back of his skull strikes the top turnbuckle. He clutches both sides of his head now as he drops to a seated position in the corner, and Fallon grabs the top rope, hops for a bounce off the bottom rope, and then swings both legs in to impact in a violent front drop kick that connects right with NovaCaine's face.
LO: I could be wrong, but blood looks like it's starting to pour from Caine's nose as he tries to regain his footing, and Fallon Lockhart, worse for wear, looks pissed as she roars to the crowd who cheer her on.
KO: She's showing fire now after being mistreated at the hands of Nova!
Fallon rushes right for the man, but he ducks his head and sends her soaring over the top. Or so he thought, cause when he turns around he finds that she somehow twisted in mid air and managed to land right on the top turnbuckle of the nearby corner, and he's completely shocked when she soars off at him with a rolling leg lariat that send both crashing to the mat, Fallon on top of him. She quickly spins around and hooks him by the leg, cinching up deep for the cover.
1...
2...
LO: THREe-NO! Super close as it's Fallon now that gets to her feet, and sends a boot right into the rising NovaCaine to send him back down to the mat. She's like a hellcat in there...
KO: Well, the guy did just stand on her privates, Laur.
LO: Don't remind me! Fallon now out to the apron, and she's making her way to the top....it looks like we're going to see some exciting high risk action!
Fallon reaches the top, and the crowd are on their feet in support as she points heavenward, and then launches herself into a high corkscrew shooting star press. The fans are in awe, but quickly turn to a wince, as NovaCaine manages to roll out of the way at the last second, and Fallon crashes and burns painfully on the canvas.
LO: BLYZZARD BY LOCKHART FIND'S NOTHING AS NOVACAINE MANAGES TO GET OUT OF THE WAY!
KO: That was a nasty tumble, Laur, especially considering the damage she's already endured to her midsection..
LO: Right, and now the referee is checking on both competitors...and it looks like Caputo is going for a ten count!
The ref reaches the count of five before NovaCaine begins to stir, pulling himself towards the corner for the aide of the turnbuckles. Caputo's count marches on to seven when Fallon rolls over onto her stomach, and gets up to both knee's, trying to push off. By the time nine rolls around, both get to their feet and spy each other from across the ring. Fallon tosses her hair out of her face and roars, rushing across the ring towards Caine who grabs for the referee, pulling her in the way, at the same time Lockhart launches herself into a busaiku knee strike that collides with the referee's skull.
LO: CAPUTO'S BEEN WIPED OUT, AND FALLON LOCKHART LOOKS SHOCKED! That damn NovaCaine is a menace!
KO: Hahahahaha, that was genius!
Lockhart can't believe what just happened as she drops down beside the referee to check on her, apologizing even though it's obvious the woman has been knocked cold. Meanwhile, Caine slipped out of the ring the moment it happened, and has made his way around to the timekeepers table. He scoops up a steel chair and slides back into the ring just about the same time that Fallon rises from the referee to look for him. To the tune of a booing crowd NovaCaine swings for the fences the moment that Lockhart turns around, and the steel bashes off her skull with a sickening ringing sound.
LO: MY GOD! NOVACAINE JUST BLASTED FALLON LOCKHART WITH THAT CHAIR!
KO: Damn! That was vicious!
LO: Now the Cancer of Professional Wrestling working to dislodge the chair from Fallon's skull, and oh no....she's been busted wide open!
KO: Yeah, and now that he's got it free, he's disposing of the evidence! Now what's he doing?
LO: I don't know....but it looks like he's heading this way!
NovaCaine lands out in front of the announce booth from the ring and steps over, grabbing a bottle of water off the announcers desk and makes his way back up into the squared circle. He steps past the lifeless Fallon over to Referee Caputo, and dumps the water down on the woman's face. She spits and sputters as she suddenly startled awake, and he helps/drags her over to where Fallon is laid out on the canvas. He drops down for a cover, and Caputo is so disoriented that she doesn't notice the blood or thinks of the reason she's so out of it, and instinctively makes the count.
1...
2...
LO: THREE-NO! MY GOD HOW DID SHE DO IT!
KO: THAT GIRL JUST KICKED OUT AND NOVACAINE LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO GO POSTAL!
NovaCaine comes up and curses, stomping around the ring and kicking the bottom rope while the fans go absolutely mental. He turns his ire back to Fallon who still lies still on the mat after such a courageous kick out, and he shakes his head in disgust as he stalks back over and peels her tiny frame up off the canvas. He grabs her by the back of the neck and the tights, and then shoves her into the ropes where she bounces back into a ring rattling pop-up-powerbomb!
LO: THE PAINKILLER FROM NOVACAINE! GOD ALMIGHTY! HAS HE NOT DONE ENOUGH!
KO: I don't know, Laur, but he's dropping and hooking the leg for another cover.
1...
2...
3!!!
Caputo collapses to the mat after making the count, cradling her skull as NovaCaine jumps to his feet and stares down at his handywork. He laughs as the crowd showers him with disdain, and he uses the toe of his boot to nudge the limp body of Fallon Lockhart disrespectfully. He turns his attention to the crowd, making cry baby motions with his fists in his eyes, all the while chuckling it up at their expense.
Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match via pinfall.....THE CANCER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING....NOVACAINNNEEE!!
LO: Well folks, thank God this one's over. This bastard has quite possibly permanently injured Fallon Lockhart here tonight, and has also put down our senior official!
KO: I figure Caputo's going to be pretty hot when she watches the replays.
LO: No doubt about it, but it won't change the fact that in the books he's the victor. God, it makes me sick. And don't think the fact that both of the injured parties were women was lost on me, Ken!
KO: What are you trying to say?
LO: The man has no respect for anyone, and treats people like garbage! I really was hoping this would go another way.
KO: Watch it, Laur. Your bias is showing. NovaCaine was willing to do whatever it took, and it worked. Plain and simple!
LO: Whatever!
Medical Staff have come down to the ring to attend to Fallon Lockhart and Referee Caputo while NovaCaine makes his way up the ramp, still jawing with the fans. He notices one in particular wearing a 'SKELLICORN' T-shirt and holding up a Rainbow Warrior sign. He reaches down and snatches up the sign, ripping it in half in front of the fan, laughing all the while as tears stream down her face before making his way the rest of the way to the back. The camera zooms in on Fallon Lockhart talking to medical and struggling to sit up before cutting backstage.
Zacharia Krähe carefully shifted the weight of the man he had thrown face down over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. One scarred hand tapping out a rhythmic knock on the dressing room door.
“Open up, it's just me.”
His hand returns to brace the other man's leg, and help keep balance.
“Swear to god Aokigahara Zombie, if you actually do bite my ass, I will drop you on your head.”
The other man's maniacal chuckle was cause for concern, but whatever he was about to say was cut short when a rather shocked and confused Siberia Zombie opened the door. Krähe’s sigh of relief as he took her in was almost laughable. You would think he'd found a guardian angel.
“Siberia, you remember that debt you were so insistent on paying.”
His look was expectant, as she slowly...cautiously nodded her head.
"Fan-fucking-tastic, you deal with him and consider it paid in full.”
Without ceremony he not so carefully deposited Aokigahara at her feet, straightening back to his full height with a sigh of relief. Aokigahara for his part was looking between them with a look of confusion that was quickly morphing into fury.
“Wait, you mean you aren't going to torture me?”
A cheshire grin twisted Krähe's lips, as he shook his head no. Aokigahara’s look was that of thunderous indignation, at the response.
“That is bullshit! Do you see this Siberia, that man is a fucking tease!”
The tied up zombie struggles desperately against his ropes, as Krähe walks away. Literally whistling, as he made his way down the hall. Leaving Siberia to struggle with suppressing her own amusement, while Aokigahara howls.
“THIS ISN'T OVER KRÄHE!”
The howl shifts seamlessly into uproarious peals of laughter that follow Krähe down the hall.
“Open up, it's just me.”
His hand returns to brace the other man's leg, and help keep balance.
“Swear to god Aokigahara Zombie, if you actually do bite my ass, I will drop you on your head.”
The other man's maniacal chuckle was cause for concern, but whatever he was about to say was cut short when a rather shocked and confused Siberia Zombie opened the door. Krähe’s sigh of relief as he took her in was almost laughable. You would think he'd found a guardian angel.
“Siberia, you remember that debt you were so insistent on paying.”
His look was expectant, as she slowly...cautiously nodded her head.
"Fan-fucking-tastic, you deal with him and consider it paid in full.”
Without ceremony he not so carefully deposited Aokigahara at her feet, straightening back to his full height with a sigh of relief. Aokigahara for his part was looking between them with a look of confusion that was quickly morphing into fury.
“Wait, you mean you aren't going to torture me?”
A cheshire grin twisted Krähe's lips, as he shook his head no. Aokigahara’s look was that of thunderous indignation, at the response.
“That is bullshit! Do you see this Siberia, that man is a fucking tease!”
The tied up zombie struggles desperately against his ropes, as Krähe walks away. Literally whistling, as he made his way down the hall. Leaving Siberia to struggle with suppressing her own amusement, while Aokigahara howls.
“THIS ISN'T OVER KRÄHE!”
The howl shifts seamlessly into uproarious peals of laughter that follow Krähe down the hall.
{Announcement Concerning Chimera Tag Championships With General Manager, Vanessa Byrne}
Featuring: Neo Tokyo & #Trendsetters
“Lady Venom” by Swollen Members kicks in once more, setting the fans looking expectantly to the ramp to see the GM of Valor Pro herself, Vanessa Byrne, once more striding confidently down to the ring, not really bothering with the crowd reaching out to get her attention. Once in the ring, and the music fades, she stands letting the crowd settle down.
Vanessa Byrne: You get to see me twice in one night.
She smirks.
Vanessa Byrne: Ernakulum, India someone out there loves you.
It’s an ovation likely more so at the mention of the city than anything else. Vanessa Byrne grins.
Vanessa Byrne: Welcome, now, fans, to the halfway point of what is, truthfully, our tenth show. Ten shows, and what a ride it has been. You longtime fans will remember our last show, Equinox, where we crowned new Apex and Unyielding Champions. Both very deserving in their own right, albeit some more than others.
She smirked, thinking, obviously of one champion in particular.
Vanessa Byrne: As that show wound down, head booker Dugan Callahan and I discussed where next to fearlessly lead the brand for the next month. And we settled on that familiar, yet foreign frontier of Tag Teams. For the next month, beginning tonight as you undoubtedly realized, you astute bunch you, our very own Chimera Tag Team Championships will be fought for, leading up to a Tag Team Turmoil main event at our next pay per view event only on Fite TV.
The crowd pops. Everyone loves tag teams!
Vanessa Byrne: Now, as many of you may have guessed, I’m sure many of the ‘talent’ backstage has, this tournament will pit unlikely teams together in a sort of ‘fun with odd couples’ motif I think is quite clever, if not mildly predictable. You know how it is, friends against friends, enemies combined to make volatile combinations like some beautifully twisted alchemical experiment.
Her smirk snakes across her lips.
Vanessa Byrne: However, there are some tag teams that have already been formed. Two teams, in particular, one might argue, are largely responsible for this tournament happening in the first place.
The fans’ anticipation is growing.
Vanessa Byrne: Those teams have, accordingly, received a bye thus far in this tournament. A bye, possibly to spare us all from a mindlessly pointless essay arguing points that have been made by stronger minds, or perhaps because the budget can’t afford to consistently replace cybernetic limbs. Whatever that reason may be, I’m not one to go without rewarding quality. Hashtag Trendsetters and Neo Tokyo come on out for your richly deserved due.
“Neo Tokyo” by Scandroid hits, and the crowd warmly welcomes the tag team hailing from the future, Brooklyn Light and Iota Psi! They march down to the ring smacking some hands and enter looking both accepting and weary of a Vanessa Byrne willing to be generous for a change.
And then, “Omen” by The Prodigy hits signalling the arrival of Hashtag Trendsetters. Dakota is out first, followed by Vannah White, who seems to be a little apprehensive at letting her partner anywhere near Brooklyn Light again, especially not with the amount of fun weapons she could find in her hands. With both teams in the ring, it’s an awkward moment of crowd noise and staredowns. Dakota raises her microphone first, which also surprises Vannah.
Dakota Jennings: You know what? If you’re saying that these people get to see us face off in a rematch, in this tournament of yours, then I’m not interested! Whether you like it or not, we, the four of us, ARE this tag division. Putting people into strange bedfellows matches to see which team is the best is a slap in the face to us and the division. Although, putting Cross Recoba on the pre-show was funny. Your bye into the next round means absolutely nothing to me.
Vanessa rolls her eyes. Brooklyn Light looks ready for a fight, Iota Psi calms her down with a whisper into her ear. Vannah walked over, slashing her hand over her throat, trying to tell Dakota to shut the heck up so she could formulate something, but Dakota was unrepentant.
Dakota Jennings: I want Neo Tokyo again, for sure, as I know that my actions a fortnight ago stopped what could have been a surefire five star match. I also want them again because I know that if Brooklyn Light could control herself and not come at me when I’m not even legal, that we could put on a great match, Hashtag Trendsetters would prove to the world that we are the best tag team in this business!
The crowd stirs in applause as Vannah White unravels her hand out signaling that she was finally ready to speak. Dakota looking slightly hesitant but ultimately obliged and kindly places the microphone in Vannah's hand. Before she gets a word out, a ''tweet me please'' chant breaks out in several sections of the crowd.
Vannah White: First and foremost, I would like to apologize to all of my fans...
Dakota crosses her arms and rolls her eyes, as Vannah continues.
Vannah White: After the unfortunate Incident at Equinox, I thought it was best if I went on a media blackout. No interviews. No tweets and no Youtube Vlogs. It was important for me to take this time for myself. See guys, recently I have felt like I have been doing too much to make everyone else soooooo happy to the point where I put myself... second.
She turns as if on que and glances over at Dakota Jennings, who straightens up her posture. The crowd stirs in anticipation as Vannah casually steps towards Dakota Jennings but ultimately pushes her gaze right past her onto Vanessa Byrne herself. Lifting the microphone to her lips, she continues.
Vannah White: Vanessa, I suppose I should let you know how grateful I feel that you've given me and Dakota Jennings a ''bye'' in the tournament; I mean, it's the least you could do after overlooking me for the Apex and UnYielding championships despite holding victories over their respective ex champions...
The crowd gives Vannah a huge pop which causes Vanessa to flash a sly grin, before Vannah steps back and away from her seemingly avoiding any major conflicts.
Vannah White: And well...I figured that despite what had occured at Equinox where my record was forever stained with a lowly disqualification that I should do the right thing and take one for the team, as they say. So ‘Kota, you gotta promise not to smash Brooklyn’s face in with a prosthetic leg, this time yeah? Self defence or not, you lost control. The very fact that Miss Byrne is out here, talking to us now, shows that she is willing to give YOU another chance. Look, if it turns out that you don’t like me anymore and you can’t stand my sparkly glittery filled guts then try to at least keep in mind that you could get a chance to smack Recoba’s blonde hair off his oversized noggin!
Dakota, at the mention of Cross, shot her a look at was pure venom, but then acquiesced with a smile.
Vanessa Byrne: Glad that’s agreed upon then, not that this was some sort of opinion poll. In approximately one month’s time, Valor Pro will host its second Pay Per View Event, Allegiance, where regardless of what erroneous tantrums Dakota Jennings wishes to throw, or YouTube Videos Ms. White will miss taping on account of her dubious new literary career--
Vanessa cleans her teeth snidely.
Vanessa Byrne: Or whatever possible future these two impossibly fake cosplayers hope to save us from, or bring us to, you two teams will face once more to help decide who will be crowned Valor Pro’s first ever Chimera Tag Team Champions. You, along with whoever else manages to make it that far in the tournament. Try not to kill yourselves and each other till then, hmmm?
“Lady Venom” by Swollen Member hits, and with one last glance to the assembled tag teams in the ring, Vanessa Byrne slips through the ropes and back up the ramp leaving the two teams to stare one another down. Vannah and Iota break the staredown first and start to slip out opposite sides of the ring... but Dakota and Brooklyn maintain eye contact, each refusing to back down.
The sound of the crowd starts to build as the tension becomes palpable. Iota and Vannah both realize their partners are still standing their ground, and begin trying to coax them away--but somehow, this just convinces Brooklyn and Dakota to approach one another. The distance between them narrows until they're breathing in each others' faces in the middle of the ring, Iota and Vannah behind each partner, still trying to calm them.
Brooklyn's face is completely stoic behind her sunglasses, while Dakota's smirk is steadily rising. The audience gets louder and louder--enough that by the time Dakota finally says something, it can't be made out on camera. Brooklyn casts a glance aside...
and then swings!
Brooklyn decks Dakota in the face. She's caught off guard, for a second, but quickly returns the favor! All hell breaks loose as the two exchange blows. An all out brawl breaks out; Vannah and Iota grab their partners and start trying to forcefully peel them apart while the crowd loses their minds. The women get a few more shots in, Brooklyn's shades getting knocked off her face before the competitors are dragged back to opposite sides of the ring.
Everything seems to have calmed down for a moment...
until Dakota and Brooklyn slip out of their partners' respective grasps, rushing across the ring! They're back at it, furiously punching one another again and again. Vannah and Iota can't get them apart this time. A team of security rushes down the ramp, and it takes every one of them to finally get the fight broken up and the wrestlers some distance. This time it's Dakota that looks eerily calm, maybe a little satisfied, as Brooklyn Light shouts at her over all the commotion.
It's entire pandemonium in the ring, and we cut backstage to give the ring crew time to clear this mess up!
The cameras move to the parking lot, where a once familiar scene is laid out before them. A large tarmac is spread under one wall. A mask over the lower half of her face, Brodie is spraying artwork onto the wall, at first, it’s hard to tell what exactly she’s depicting, but she moves quick and works fast, eventually, the huge spider settled on its web comes to life before the camera. A few final sprays sees Brodie turn towards the camera,
“We all become trapped, caught in webs of our own making… false idols and forgotten prophets… kings and would be warriors, they all fall short to the same thing. I have tried, tried to warn you of what comes. But you all choose not to listen. You choose instead to see things that aren’t there, calling me psychopathic, or edgy,”
She scoffs, the sound comes from those same red lips as she rolls her eyes. The paint can still in her hand as she begins to stalk up and down the wall.
“When I came here, I made an impact. An impact that I continue to make, despite the fans turning on me… despite my will attempted to be crushed under a useless regime. A rich whore with a penchant for greased up fuck bois. But this place does not belong to them, Valor is not FOR them… this place is for the lost and misguided, those who seek their own path. And not for a second have I forgotten a single slight. Each and every wrong that has been perpetrated here will be righted. Carbon copy blonde muscles will not rule us. This is not their home… this is our home. So think, ask yourself…
Am I truly so evil for wanting to defend what is ours? For exposing the bullshit, for shining a light on those who seek to take the light from us. Like me or not, you cannot deny that the landscape is trying to shift, they want to push us out, to take away our home…
Don’t let them.”
“We all become trapped, caught in webs of our own making… false idols and forgotten prophets… kings and would be warriors, they all fall short to the same thing. I have tried, tried to warn you of what comes. But you all choose not to listen. You choose instead to see things that aren’t there, calling me psychopathic, or edgy,”
She scoffs, the sound comes from those same red lips as she rolls her eyes. The paint can still in her hand as she begins to stalk up and down the wall.
“When I came here, I made an impact. An impact that I continue to make, despite the fans turning on me… despite my will attempted to be crushed under a useless regime. A rich whore with a penchant for greased up fuck bois. But this place does not belong to them, Valor is not FOR them… this place is for the lost and misguided, those who seek their own path. And not for a second have I forgotten a single slight. Each and every wrong that has been perpetrated here will be righted. Carbon copy blonde muscles will not rule us. This is not their home… this is our home. So think, ask yourself…
Am I truly so evil for wanting to defend what is ours? For exposing the bullshit, for shining a light on those who seek to take the light from us. Like me or not, you cannot deny that the landscape is trying to shift, they want to push us out, to take away our home…
Don’t let them.”
MAIN EVENT
LO: Cryptic message from Brodie to the Valor Pro fanbase, or do you think she was talking directly to her opponent here tonight?
KO: I don't know, but now that we have a clearer picture of what exactly this Chimera Tag Tournament is leading towards, I wonder who her partner will be?
LO: I don't know, but whoever it is will be dealing with a handful. Brodie feels like she is defending the Valor Pro Faithful and is within the realm of reason, despite some of her actions being completely off the deep end.
KO: I tell you, Laur, sometimes I think we're working for an insane asylum more than a wrestling promotion.
LO: Honestly, I thought they were one and the same.
Both men share a laugh as the secondary referee makes his way down the ramp.
LO: Folks, as you can see, Diego Santiago is heading down to the ring as he will be officiating this match thanks to the actions of NovaCaine taking out Catherine Caputo in our last contest.
KO: Oh, will you let it go, Laur! Generic Ring Announcer, let's get on with it.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a singles match set for one fall or submission, and is for the UNYIELDING CHAMPIONSHIP!!
The lights dim low in the arena as 'Prototype' by Viktoria Modesta hits over the system, and mist begins to rise from the entrance way. Just as the first stanza of "I'm The Pro, I'm The Pro, I'm The Prototype' kicks in Brodie bursts through the curtain out onto the stage to mixed, but loud, reaction. Her usually wild colored hair now golden in color whips out behind her as she stalks no-nonsense down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first the challenger, standing at five foot eleven and weighing 150 pounds, hailing from Manhattan, New York....She is the SUBMISSION MACHINE...BROODDDIEEE!!
Brodie rolls right under the bottom rope into the ring, and pops up, peeling her black leather jacket from her body and tossing it to the side. She stalks around the ring with smile on her bright lips, a sense of excitement in here eyes in stark contrast to her dealings with Siberia where she almost seemed feral. She's been looking forward to this, and there was no longer anything in her way from getting it.
LO: Brodie looks determined and ready for this confrontation that's been brewing since all the way back at Blitz#2 when they met up in a triple threat match that saw Brodie leave the victor. Little by little since that point, however, it seems that the Submission Machine has chipped away at her own sanity in this almost obsessive behavior in regards to Zachariah Krahe.
KO: Yeah, she's nuttier than a Snicker's bar, Laur. Not gonna lie though, I like it.
LO: Brodie also still wearing some of the scars from that epic encounter with Siberia Zombie. You can see she her right hands is taped up, and she has a glove on thanks to Zombie nearly biting her damn finer off to escape the Finality Crossface.
KO: Yeah, but not even the Siberian Buzzsaw could escape the clutches of this wild woman when she locked on the Crossface while still wearing a steel chair!
LO: And now that's all behind her, and she has turned her focus completely on the current UnYielding Champion!
Speak of the devil...or rather, 'Beat the Devil’s Tattoo' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club hit's over the PA System, and the lights remain low as the mist at the entrance goes into overdrive. Several pale yellow lights come together to illuminate the fog like effect, and after a moment The Catalyst appears through the smoke. He comes to a pause at the top of the stage to take in the mingling cheers of the Indian crowd, his hand reaching up and plucking a rolled cigarette tucked behind his ear and placing it into his mouth. He lights the cigarette while the other hand taps against the face plate of the UnYielding Championship around his waist, and he offers a lazy smile to the woman in the ring as he saunters down the ramp with a plume of smoke trailing in his wake.
Ring Announcer: and making his way to the ring, standing at six foot three and weighing at 248 pounds, hailing from Hell, Michigan....He is the winner of the 7 Pillars of Rome Gauntlet Match, and the current UnYielding Champion.....THE CATALYST...ZACHARIAH KRAHHHEEEE!!
Krahe reaches the end of the ramp and continues walking past the steps and around the ring until he finds a group of his misfits in the front row, and falls back into the guardrail while they all pat him on the back and scream raucously up at Brodie. He grins, taking a final puff of the cigarette before passing it back to the first person who can grab it. He shoves off and rolls quickly into the ring, popping up and unstrapping the championship to lift it with one hand. Brodie stalks right up to him, eyes never leaving his, as if the championship is nothing more than a side dish to her main course. Krahe's eyebrows raise flirtatiously, as he backs up a step and hands the title off to the referee.
LO: I don't know if Zachariah Krahe is the smoothest customer in the world or the dumbest. Brodie may be a few cards shy of a full deck, but she is not the type of person I would want to engage in head games with.
KO: Yeah, but that's Krahe's whole gimmick, Laur. He is one walking head game with a pension for misdirection. Me personally, I think Brodie sees right through it, and is amused by it.
LO: Same could be said about Krahe's opinion of Brodie, but either way I believe this match is going to be one hell of a fight.
KO: No doubt, and we're ready to start, cause there goes the bell!
Brodie steps right out of her corner and right to the center of the ring to meet Krahe, staring at up him with a sardonic grin as he returns her gaze with a look of what can only be described as disappointment. She says a few things to him that the camera can't quite pick up, and Krahe sighs, looks down at his chest and shakes his head, and then levels her with a massive right hand that sends her snapping down to the canvas.
LO: KRAHE FIRES THE FIRST SHOT, BUT BRODIE BACK UP TO HER FEET AND HE TAKES HER RIGHT BACK DOWN AGAIN WITH A RIGHT HAND!
KO: So much for there being any love lost between these two, cause Krahe is trying to beat this woman before she even gets a chance to pass go!
Brodie comes up a third time, and Zach boots her in the midsection doubling her over, and hooks up her legs to go for what looks like his patented Catalyst DDT. Brodie, however, fights like hell, kicking and rocking every which way until she gets her arms free and she brings her head up abruptly to catch Krahe right in the chin. He begs off for a moment, and that's all she needs before rushing in and grabbing by the arm, and twisting him down to the ground to try and lock on the Finality Crossface.
LO: BRODIE TRYING TO LOCK IN HER FINISHER, BUT KRAHE IS FIGHTING TO KEEP HER FROM GETTING IT ON!
KO: Krahe manages to get his arm loose, and delivers a right hand to Brodie before pushing up to his feet. She's coming right back up now, and he goes for a running lariat that she ducks!
LO: Krahe continuing with the momentum to the ropes, bounces back and BRODIE WITH A DOUBLE FISTED SLEDGEHAMMER LIKE BLOW TO HIS CHEST SENDS HIM CRASHING TO THE MAT!
Krahe comes back up to his feet, and Brodie is on him, her taped up right hand protecting the finger that Siberia Zombie nearly chewed off at Equinox as it bashes against Zachariah's skull. She drives him all the way into the ropes, takes him by the wrist and whips him to the other side, but he reverses, sending her instead. Krahe, instead of waiting for her to bounce back, takes off right in step with her so that when she bounces off the ropes he's there to drive a deep knee into her abdomen which sends her into a front flip landing flat on her back. Krahe immediately goes for an elbow drop, but Brodie rolls out of the way and he strikes the canvas, coming up and turning back towards her just in time to catch a boot in his midsection. Brodie gets hold of his wrist, and quickly rotates through a dragon twist of the arm, dragging Krahe out to the center of the ring where she twists one more time.
LO: Krahe slapping at his shoulder while looking for an escape, and he knows a thing or two about Brodie and her ability to give someone shoulder injuries!
KO: Yeah, for the better part of a month after 7 Pillars, Zachariah Krahe was on the shelf with his arm in a sling thanks to his encounter with the Submission Machine..
Brodie twists one more time, and this time Krahe drops to his knee's, his arm being bent in ways that it shouldn't. She now places her boot into his pit, and pulls against the wrist, almost as if she's trying to pop the shoulder right out of it's socket. Krahe grimaces in pain, coming back to his feet, and knocking her boot away from him. Despite the discomfort he uses the arm she's in control of to yank her forward, and reaches across with a right hand that forces her to finally release. Brodie begs off for a moment holding her jaw, but wades right back in, this time Krahe cutting her off with a right hand and that knocks her all the way back over to the ropes. He comes in and takes her by the wrist, sending her again to the far side.
LO: Brodie bounces off the ropes and is returning, and Krahe goes for a clothesline, but Brodie ducks under. On her way back a second time, and ducks his back elbow attempt. Brodie barreling back in for a third, and Krahe drops his head for a back body drop, BUT BRODIE WITH A SUNSET FLIP MANAGES TO PULL KRAHE DOWN INTO A PIN!
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KO: Krahe out at two, and Brodie rolls right up to her feet as Krahe pushes up onto his knee's and SIDE KICK RIGHT INTO HIS FACE SNAPS HIM BACK DOWN TO THE MAT!
Krahe clutches at his jaw as Brodie unloads on him with stomps, working her way up from his midsection to his left shoulder, where she now seems to zero in on the attack. Krahe begins to roll, but Brodie follows him with stomps, until finally he reaches the ropes and slips to the outside under the bottom. Brodie slips right out behind him, hooking him in a waistlock and rushing forwards before shoving him to run shoulder first into the steel ring post. Krahe rolls off the post clutching his shoulder, and stumbles to land against the edge of the announce booth. Both announcers stand up, hands in the air as they watch, eager to get out of the way of any of the action.
LO: Zachariah Krahe is posted up on our announce desk right here in front of us, and here comes Brodie with a full head of steam.....OH! GET OUT OF THE WAY KEN!
KO: BACK BODY DROP BY KRAHE TO BRODIE, AND SHE JUST CRASH LANDED IN THE MIDST OF OUR CHAIRS!
LO: Krahe now rounding the table and pulling Brodie to her feet, and VICIOUS right hand dumps her right up and over the guardrail into the front row!
Santiago has reached a count of three as Krahe steps over the barrier himself, pulling Brodie up and firing in another right hand that sends her stumbling into the aisle. The fans all pat the competitors on the back and cheer as Krahe pushes past them to focus on his prey. As he pulls Brodie up to her feet, she drives a forearm into his gut, followed by another that begs him off. She then slips in behind him, puts her head under his left arm, and then shows a feat of strength by lifting him up and atomic dropping him crotch first across the steel barricade!
LO: OH MY GOD! BRODIE JUST NEUTERED ZACHARIAH KRAHE!
KO: That just isn't right, Laur.
Krahe's mouth hangs wide open with shock and pain as he clutches the steel pole across the barrier to keep himself from teetering over. Brodie, however, has other ideas as she bull rushes the man with a clothesline that sends him crashing to the concrete floor on the other side. She hops the barrier, and for the first time notices that the referee's count has almost reached ten. She darts for the ring and slides in, but immediately rolls back out, forcing Santiago to start all the way back at one.
LO: Brodie now pulling Krahe up to his feet by a fistful of hair, and they are still uncomfortably close right by our desk, but it looks like she is leading him back to ringside!
KO: Brodie trying to bounce Krahe's skull off the steel steps, but he got a foot out in front of him to block the action, and a few elbows to the guts allows him to reverse the grip, and IT'S BRODIE'S SKULL OFF THE STEEL!
LO: Brodie slumping over the top step, and Krahe just pulled her back a few feet, and WHIPS HER SPINE FIRST INTO THE STEPS!
Brodie clutches at her spine in pain, while Krahe reaches down to pull her up and shoot her back inside. He follows her in, and then flops onto her for a cover and a hook of the leg.
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KO: THRE-NO! Brodie out at two and a half, and Krahe doesn't look surprised. He gets her to her feet, scoops her up from the side, and SIDE SLAM HARD TO THE CANVAS!
LO: He retains his grip on her leg for another cover!
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LO: THRE-KICK OUT! Brodie makes it out, and Krahe back to his feet and pulling Brodie with him, and shoves her back into the corner.
KO: This is where Krahe is dangerous as he wades in with rights and lefts, just boxing Brodie around leaving her with no other recourse but to try and cover up.
Brodie is pummeled into a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle, and Krahe seems almost incensed as he grabs the top rope for leverage, and continues to stomp at her chest like he's looking for her core. Finally he tears away at four count from the admonishing referee, and he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd as he comes to rest in the adjacent corner. He watches as Brodie tries to pull herself up to her feet, and without giving her the opportunity to fully make it before rushing back in and throwing his boot out in front of him to crash off the side of her skull in a sickening blow. Brodie's eyes roll into the back of her head, and she falls comically forward to land face and chest first against the mat. Krahe quickly drops down beside her, shoots the half, and gets her on her back for a cover.
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LO: THREe-NO! Brodie barely getting the shoulder up as the ref's hand descended for three, and even Krahe is questioning that one it was so close!
KO: Krahe now starting to look a little perturbed as he yanks Brodie back up to her feet, and pulling her to the center of the ring. Hooks her around the head, and lifts her up for a suplex...BUT BRODIE TWISTED OUT OF IT AND LANDED BEHIND HIM!!
LO: Krahe spins to try and take her out with a short lariat, BUT BRODIE CAUGHT HIS ARM AND JUST DROPPED TO THE CANVAS WITH HER KNEE'S TUCKED TO HER CHEST FOR A FALLING ARM BREAKER!
KO: Krahe clutching at his left arm as he comes up and falls back into the ropes, and Brodie looks a little punch drunk as she gets to her feet...
Krahe spies the woman rising in front of him through his pain, and he snarls as he lurches forwards in her direction. Brodie has just enough time to see him coming to turn her body as Krahe slips by, grabbing his arm, and then using everything in her to spin him around until he's off balance and taken to the canvas. She traps the arm with her legs as she reaches for his head, and Krahe fights like the devil to keep her from locking it in. Suddenly there are forearms sent crashing into the back of his head, and then with a fistful of the man's hair and a screech, Brodie begins banging his face repeatedly off the canvas until the fight is momentarily stalled. Then, locking her fingers around Krahe's head, there is a fire in her eyes as she torques back, eliciting a cry of pain from The Catalyst.
LO: FINALITY CROSSFACE IS LOCKED IN, AND ZACHARIAH KRAHE HAS NO WHERE TO GO!
KO: Dead center of the ring, and Brodie looks like a madwoman now that it's locked on, like she's really going to remove his skull from shoulders!
Krahe struggles and claws at the mat with his one free hand, each outreaching grab bringing him inches closer to the ropes, but Brodie is relentless, re-positioning every so often to choke up further and further to make it each attempt more difficult. The move has been locked on for a full minute now as Krahe comes with in a fingertips grasp of the ropes, but when his hand falls limply to the canvas, a concern falls over referee Santiago's face. She drops down to check him, and the camera zooms in to see that his eyes are closed and there is no further struggle. Santiago checks the arm, and it flops harmlessly back to the canvas. One! She checks it a second time, and again flop. Two! She lifts it the third time, and there is an outcry from the misfits in the arena making up the Bollywood crowd, and as the hand flops to the canvas it stops just an inch before hitting. The hand closes into a fist, and Krahe's eyes shoot open as he surges forward one more time to grab a solid hold on the bottom rope.
LO: Krahe gets to the ropes in a desperation last ditch effort, but...BUT BRODIE WILL NOT YIELD!
KO: She's going to get herself disqualified!
LO: I don't think she cares! No..Wait! Just as Santiago was about to call for the bell Brodie let go, and snapped up to intercept the woman! They are having a tet-a-tet now, and Brodie lifts her hands in acquiescence as Santiago steps back over to check on Krahe...
KO: I don't know if he can go on, Laur. That Crossface of hers is wicked, and there's a reason it's called Finality!
LO: Well Santiago is signaling for the match to continue, as Krahe tries to pull himself up with his one good arm by use of the ropes.
Brodie rushes in and helps Zachariah the rest of the way up, pulling him back out to the center of the ring and immediately going back to the arm. Realizing he's about to be in trouble again, Krahe suddenly comes alive, striking out with his one good fist and catching Brodie right in the jaw. She begs off for just a second, but stumbles right back in for another attack when she's booted in the gut bending her forward. Krahe quickly moves in and goes for a double underhook of her arms, but upon trying to hook with his left he finds that he's unable to use it, and that's when Brodie breaks free of his grasp and punches him hard right in his injured shoulder. Krahe winces and grabs instinctively for the limb which gives Brodie plenty of time take him to the mat with a double leg take down, and then mount him with fists down into the injury.
LO: Krahe being bombarded here, but now using his sheer size to shove Brodie off of him. Both getting back to their feet, and Brodie with a falling drop kick that catches Krahe right in his bad side and sends him tumbling towards the ropes.
KO: Uh-Oh, did you just see that devious smile of hers.....what is she thinking?
LO: I don't know, but I can guarantee you it isn't good!
Brodie takes off in Krahe's direction, and he manages to duck his head to dump her to the outside. Brodie manages to grab the top rope, which was her plan all along, and twists in the air to land safely on the ring apron. Krahe, slowed down by the pain in his injured limb, has no time to stop her as she grabs at his arm, and then drops straight down to the floor, hanging it out to dry on the top rope! Krahe recoils to the center of the ring clutching at his shoulder, visibly shaken from the fire shooting down all the way to his fingers. Brodie continues to grin as she hops up onto the apron, but it suddenly disappears when Krahe closes the distance with a surprise spear through the middle and top rope that sends both crashing awkwardly to the concrete floor!
LO: MY GOD! ZACHARIAH KRAHE JUST TRIED TO CUT BRODIE IN HALF, AND NOW BOTH ARE WIPED OUT AT RINGSIDE!
KO: That was desperation, Laur, plain and simple. I give it to him for not just lying down and giving up, but he had to do something to try and get a respite, even if what he did hurt himself just as much in the process!
With both competitors down on the outside, Santiago has no choice but to start a ten count. It reaches all the way to six before either begin to stir, and they slowly make their way up by use of the apron. By the time they finally get to their feet the count is at eight, and they both give each other a brief exchange before rolling back into the ring, breaking the count. They both get to their feet at the same time, and Brodie immediately goes for Krahe's arm, but he side steps and nails Brodie with a sucker punch right that drops her to one knee. As she pushes off to get back to her feet a boot finds it's way into her stomach, and another underhook this time is successful, and he drops straight down to drive her skull into the canvas.
LO: CATALYST DDT!! But Krahe just rolled off and is clutching at his shoulder...Brodie's out, and Krahe can't follow up!
KO: I'm telling you man, he's hurting!
Krahe continues to clutch at his shoulder, and his misfits come out of the wood work, spurring him on to try and get the cover. He bites his lip as he pulls with his one good arm towards Brodie, draping himself across her. Santiago drops for the count!
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LO: THREE-NO! GOOD LORD THAT WAS SO CLOSE!
KO: Krahe apparently thought it was three, he's still lying beside Brodie holding up three fingers, and the ref is waving it off!
Krahe shakes his head in disbelief, and then chuckles for no other reason than the ridiculousness of the situation. He pushes himself up to his feet and looks down at Brodie, positioning himself so that when she rises he'll be out of her vision. Slowly she begins to do so, obviously punch drunk and more than a little out of it after the vicious DDT. She finally manages to get to her feet, and he begs for her to turn his direction. When she does, he throws another boot into his midsection, and goes for the double underhook once again, but this time Brodie suddenly comes alive, and manages to hook him around the head and pulls him down into a small package pin.
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LO: THRE-NO! KRAHE ROCKED AND REVERSED THE PIN!
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LO: THRE-WHAT THE! BRODIE BROKE FREE OF THE PIN, AND JUST SPUN AROUND...SHE'S TRAPPED THE ARM, AND...FINALITY CROSSFACE!
KO: KRAHE HAS COME ALIVE IN PAIN, AND HIS HAND IS HOVERING OVER THE MAT! HE'S GONNA TAP!
The capacity crowd has reached a fever pitch in the last few moments, with the Catalyst DDT, the quick pinfalls, and now this! Brodie screeches an inhuman cry as she pulls back on Krahe's skull, but if anyone was left sitting, they shoot off their seat when Zachariah suddenly rolls into Brodie and turns her over onto her back. The ref drops for a count, but just as quick, Brodie rolls through again, dragging Krahe with her. This, however, puts him right next to the ropes, and his hand manages to grasp the rope as she continues to yank back. Santiago calls for the break, but again, Brodie shakes her head 'No' defiantly, and he starts a count until reaching four in which she finally lets go.
LO: For the umpteenth time in this match Zachariah Krahe has somehow managed to fight his way out of the Finality Crossface, and Brodie is now stalking around the ring in frustration!
KO: Yeah, but this match is taking it's toll on her as well. Krahe's shoulder might be on fire right now, but some of those shots he's given her through this match is starting to show. She's got a golf ball sized knot starting to push up on her right cheek, and is sporting a pretty nice shiner.
LO: No doubt they've beaten the hell out of each other, but nothing up to this point has worked, and they've dropped their biggest bombs here. The only real question is what is it going to take?
KO: I don't know. I thought it was over ten minutes ago.
Krahe manages to pull himself up by use of the ropes, and he lays against them as Brodie eyes him from the other side of the ring. Despite the pain in his throbbing shoulder, he manages a smirk, which seems to send the woman over the edge. With a snarl she tears across the ring right for him, but much to her surprise he brings his boot up in her path and her face crashes into it with a sudden stop. She snaps down to the canvas clutching her skull, and he drops to his knee's and covers her, hooking her leg.
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LO: THREe-NO! Brodie barely rolls the shoulder, and now it's Krahe who seems frustrated despite that smirk just moments ago! He's dragging Brodie up to her feet, and shoves her into the corner...takes a few steps back, AND HERE HE COMES FOR A SPEAR!
KO: BRODIE LEAPS TO THE TOP ROPE AND KRAHE JUST WENT THROUGH THE TOP AND MIDDLE TURNBUCKLES TO CRASH SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING POST!!
LO: Brodie falling forwards into a sunset flip, and dragging Krahe into a pin!
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The crowd explodes, some of them with Home Alone shocked faces as Brodie falls back bringing her fists up to her forehead while Krahe rolls away clutching at his shoulder.
KO: I told you the damn title was cursed! No one can hold onto it!
LO: Brodie with a huge win here tonight, and what a freakin' match!
Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall, and NEW UNYIELDING CHAMPION....THE SUBMISSION MACHINE...BROODDDIIIEEE!!
Santiago takes the title and places it on Brodie's midsection while she tries to recover long enough to enjoy the taste of victory. Krahe rolls all the way outside of the ring near the ramp, falling to his knee's and shaking his head, his shoulder obviously killing him. Santiago leaps out and checks on him, but he waves the concerned referee away and pushes up to his feet, staring into the ring at a risen Brodie, holding the championship out in front of her in wonder. A strange smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he starts to back slowly up the ramp, never taking his eyes off of her. Brodie slowly lifts her head from the championship, up to the man stepping away from her, and she reaches up lovingly to the bruises on her cheek.
Suddenly, her eyes go wide and the crowd pop, signaling to Zachariah Krahe that something is amiss. He spins around on the rampway just in time to catch sight of Aokigahara Zombie rushing right for him with the rope he had used earlier to tie the man up. Krahe doesn't have time for any defense as Aoki charges in, pulling the rope tight in front of him, and using it to clothesline the man right in the throat. Zach slams down to the steel ramp hard, and Aoki lays in boots to his injured shoulder, screaming "Do you want to hurt me now!"
LO: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE IS STOMPING THE HELL OUT OF ZACHARIAH KRAHE! The man just went through a grueling championship match here tonight with Brodie, and Aoki is having his way with him!
KO: Hey, Zachariah Krahe toted him all over the arena tonight and never gave the man the beating he was expecting, so now he's handing one out to him!
LO: Oh no! Not this! AOKI IS WRAPPING THE ROPE AROUND KRAHE'S NECK, AND TRYING TO PUSH HIM OFF THE SIDE OF THE RAMP! HE'S GOING TO HANG HIM!
Meanwhile in the ring, Brodie watches all of this in what appears to be conflict. Her head cocks to the side as if being instructed by an unseen force, but she shakes her head defiantly, beginning to stalk back and forth in some sort of moral dilemma. Finally she reaches some sort of unheard resolution, and she tosses the UnYielding Championship to the mat and starts towards the ropes leading to the ramp.
LO: Brodie looks like she's unhappy that another Zombie has interrupted this death dance she has going on with Zachariah Krahe, and is going to put a stop to it....WAIT A MINUTE!
KO: FUKUSHIMA AND KOWLOON JUST CAME THROUGH THE CROWD AND SLID INTO THE RING BEHIND BRODIE!
LO: Brodie can hear the chants, and she turns around JUST IN TIME FOR THE TWO TO JUMP ON HER LIKE JACKALS!
Rapid fire strikes find Brodie beaten all the way down to the mat, where Fuki and Kowloon switch to stomps like they were trying to put out a fire. Kowloon reaches down and drags Brodie into the center of the ring, and holds her up so that Fukushima can fire in martial arts style palm thrusts, ending with a spinning back fist that makes Brodie go limp in his hands. He passes her off to Fuki, who hooks her up into a side Russian leg sweep position. Kowloon gives a savage grin before taking his massive frame to hit off the ropes, and comes rushing back with a Yakuza kick that smashes into Brodie's face at the same time Fukushima takes her crashing to the mat with the leg sweep.
LO: THIS IS INSANITY! BRODIE WINS THE UNYIELDING CHAMPIONSHIP OFF OF KRAHE ONLY TO BE DECIMATED BY THE ZOMBIE CLAN! AOKI IS STILL TRYING TO GET KRAHE OFF THE APRON TO HANG HIM! AND THANK GOD! HERE COMES SECURITY!
KO: Hell, what took them so long...the damage has been done!
Security comes out in waves, some going for the ring, and some coming to a stop halfway up the ramp to contend with Aoki. Kowloon looks up from Brodie to see the new development, and gives a curt word to Fukushima and a point, and the two quickly exit the ring and jump the barricade to exit through the crowd. Aoki struggles a moment against the many hands trying to free him from Krahe, but finally he simply lifts his hands up and allows them to drag him up the ramp, barking laughter all the way.
LO: This...this has been complete mayhem!
KO: The Zombie Clan is here to make an impact, and let me tell you, for the first time in a long time I genuinely don't know what is going to happen next. And where is Siberia in all of this?
LO: I don't know, Ken, but we're out of time! I am Laurence Othello...
KO: And I am Kenneth Othello...
Othello Brothers: And we are the Othello Brothers, signing off....
The camera pans to Brodie laid out in the ring, the UnYielding championship lying just off to the side of her. Then it cuts to Zachariah Krahe left in a heap on the ramp, the rope still dangling from around his neck. The VPW logo flashes, then Fite TV, and then fade to black.
KO: I don't know, but now that we have a clearer picture of what exactly this Chimera Tag Tournament is leading towards, I wonder who her partner will be?
LO: I don't know, but whoever it is will be dealing with a handful. Brodie feels like she is defending the Valor Pro Faithful and is within the realm of reason, despite some of her actions being completely off the deep end.
KO: I tell you, Laur, sometimes I think we're working for an insane asylum more than a wrestling promotion.
LO: Honestly, I thought they were one and the same.
Both men share a laugh as the secondary referee makes his way down the ramp.
LO: Folks, as you can see, Diego Santiago is heading down to the ring as he will be officiating this match thanks to the actions of NovaCaine taking out Catherine Caputo in our last contest.
KO: Oh, will you let it go, Laur! Generic Ring Announcer, let's get on with it.
Ring Announcer: The following contest is a singles match set for one fall or submission, and is for the UNYIELDING CHAMPIONSHIP!!
The lights dim low in the arena as 'Prototype' by Viktoria Modesta hits over the system, and mist begins to rise from the entrance way. Just as the first stanza of "I'm The Pro, I'm The Pro, I'm The Prototype' kicks in Brodie bursts through the curtain out onto the stage to mixed, but loud, reaction. Her usually wild colored hair now golden in color whips out behind her as she stalks no-nonsense down the ramp.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first the challenger, standing at five foot eleven and weighing 150 pounds, hailing from Manhattan, New York....She is the SUBMISSION MACHINE...BROODDDIEEE!!
Brodie rolls right under the bottom rope into the ring, and pops up, peeling her black leather jacket from her body and tossing it to the side. She stalks around the ring with smile on her bright lips, a sense of excitement in here eyes in stark contrast to her dealings with Siberia where she almost seemed feral. She's been looking forward to this, and there was no longer anything in her way from getting it.
LO: Brodie looks determined and ready for this confrontation that's been brewing since all the way back at Blitz#2 when they met up in a triple threat match that saw Brodie leave the victor. Little by little since that point, however, it seems that the Submission Machine has chipped away at her own sanity in this almost obsessive behavior in regards to Zachariah Krahe.
KO: Yeah, she's nuttier than a Snicker's bar, Laur. Not gonna lie though, I like it.
LO: Brodie also still wearing some of the scars from that epic encounter with Siberia Zombie. You can see she her right hands is taped up, and she has a glove on thanks to Zombie nearly biting her damn finer off to escape the Finality Crossface.
KO: Yeah, but not even the Siberian Buzzsaw could escape the clutches of this wild woman when she locked on the Crossface while still wearing a steel chair!
LO: And now that's all behind her, and she has turned her focus completely on the current UnYielding Champion!
Speak of the devil...or rather, 'Beat the Devil’s Tattoo' by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club hit's over the PA System, and the lights remain low as the mist at the entrance goes into overdrive. Several pale yellow lights come together to illuminate the fog like effect, and after a moment The Catalyst appears through the smoke. He comes to a pause at the top of the stage to take in the mingling cheers of the Indian crowd, his hand reaching up and plucking a rolled cigarette tucked behind his ear and placing it into his mouth. He lights the cigarette while the other hand taps against the face plate of the UnYielding Championship around his waist, and he offers a lazy smile to the woman in the ring as he saunters down the ramp with a plume of smoke trailing in his wake.
Ring Announcer: and making his way to the ring, standing at six foot three and weighing at 248 pounds, hailing from Hell, Michigan....He is the winner of the 7 Pillars of Rome Gauntlet Match, and the current UnYielding Champion.....THE CATALYST...ZACHARIAH KRAHHHEEEE!!
Krahe reaches the end of the ramp and continues walking past the steps and around the ring until he finds a group of his misfits in the front row, and falls back into the guardrail while they all pat him on the back and scream raucously up at Brodie. He grins, taking a final puff of the cigarette before passing it back to the first person who can grab it. He shoves off and rolls quickly into the ring, popping up and unstrapping the championship to lift it with one hand. Brodie stalks right up to him, eyes never leaving his, as if the championship is nothing more than a side dish to her main course. Krahe's eyebrows raise flirtatiously, as he backs up a step and hands the title off to the referee.
LO: I don't know if Zachariah Krahe is the smoothest customer in the world or the dumbest. Brodie may be a few cards shy of a full deck, but she is not the type of person I would want to engage in head games with.
KO: Yeah, but that's Krahe's whole gimmick, Laur. He is one walking head game with a pension for misdirection. Me personally, I think Brodie sees right through it, and is amused by it.
LO: Same could be said about Krahe's opinion of Brodie, but either way I believe this match is going to be one hell of a fight.
KO: No doubt, and we're ready to start, cause there goes the bell!
Brodie steps right out of her corner and right to the center of the ring to meet Krahe, staring at up him with a sardonic grin as he returns her gaze with a look of what can only be described as disappointment. She says a few things to him that the camera can't quite pick up, and Krahe sighs, looks down at his chest and shakes his head, and then levels her with a massive right hand that sends her snapping down to the canvas.
LO: KRAHE FIRES THE FIRST SHOT, BUT BRODIE BACK UP TO HER FEET AND HE TAKES HER RIGHT BACK DOWN AGAIN WITH A RIGHT HAND!
KO: So much for there being any love lost between these two, cause Krahe is trying to beat this woman before she even gets a chance to pass go!
Brodie comes up a third time, and Zach boots her in the midsection doubling her over, and hooks up her legs to go for what looks like his patented Catalyst DDT. Brodie, however, fights like hell, kicking and rocking every which way until she gets her arms free and she brings her head up abruptly to catch Krahe right in the chin. He begs off for a moment, and that's all she needs before rushing in and grabbing by the arm, and twisting him down to the ground to try and lock on the Finality Crossface.
LO: BRODIE TRYING TO LOCK IN HER FINISHER, BUT KRAHE IS FIGHTING TO KEEP HER FROM GETTING IT ON!
KO: Krahe manages to get his arm loose, and delivers a right hand to Brodie before pushing up to his feet. She's coming right back up now, and he goes for a running lariat that she ducks!
LO: Krahe continuing with the momentum to the ropes, bounces back and BRODIE WITH A DOUBLE FISTED SLEDGEHAMMER LIKE BLOW TO HIS CHEST SENDS HIM CRASHING TO THE MAT!
Krahe comes back up to his feet, and Brodie is on him, her taped up right hand protecting the finger that Siberia Zombie nearly chewed off at Equinox as it bashes against Zachariah's skull. She drives him all the way into the ropes, takes him by the wrist and whips him to the other side, but he reverses, sending her instead. Krahe, instead of waiting for her to bounce back, takes off right in step with her so that when she bounces off the ropes he's there to drive a deep knee into her abdomen which sends her into a front flip landing flat on her back. Krahe immediately goes for an elbow drop, but Brodie rolls out of the way and he strikes the canvas, coming up and turning back towards her just in time to catch a boot in his midsection. Brodie gets hold of his wrist, and quickly rotates through a dragon twist of the arm, dragging Krahe out to the center of the ring where she twists one more time.
LO: Krahe slapping at his shoulder while looking for an escape, and he knows a thing or two about Brodie and her ability to give someone shoulder injuries!
KO: Yeah, for the better part of a month after 7 Pillars, Zachariah Krahe was on the shelf with his arm in a sling thanks to his encounter with the Submission Machine..
Brodie twists one more time, and this time Krahe drops to his knee's, his arm being bent in ways that it shouldn't. She now places her boot into his pit, and pulls against the wrist, almost as if she's trying to pop the shoulder right out of it's socket. Krahe grimaces in pain, coming back to his feet, and knocking her boot away from him. Despite the discomfort he uses the arm she's in control of to yank her forward, and reaches across with a right hand that forces her to finally release. Brodie begs off for a moment holding her jaw, but wades right back in, this time Krahe cutting her off with a right hand and that knocks her all the way back over to the ropes. He comes in and takes her by the wrist, sending her again to the far side.
LO: Brodie bounces off the ropes and is returning, and Krahe goes for a clothesline, but Brodie ducks under. On her way back a second time, and ducks his back elbow attempt. Brodie barreling back in for a third, and Krahe drops his head for a back body drop, BUT BRODIE WITH A SUNSET FLIP MANAGES TO PULL KRAHE DOWN INTO A PIN!
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KO: Krahe out at two, and Brodie rolls right up to her feet as Krahe pushes up onto his knee's and SIDE KICK RIGHT INTO HIS FACE SNAPS HIM BACK DOWN TO THE MAT!
Krahe clutches at his jaw as Brodie unloads on him with stomps, working her way up from his midsection to his left shoulder, where she now seems to zero in on the attack. Krahe begins to roll, but Brodie follows him with stomps, until finally he reaches the ropes and slips to the outside under the bottom. Brodie slips right out behind him, hooking him in a waistlock and rushing forwards before shoving him to run shoulder first into the steel ring post. Krahe rolls off the post clutching his shoulder, and stumbles to land against the edge of the announce booth. Both announcers stand up, hands in the air as they watch, eager to get out of the way of any of the action.
LO: Zachariah Krahe is posted up on our announce desk right here in front of us, and here comes Brodie with a full head of steam.....OH! GET OUT OF THE WAY KEN!
KO: BACK BODY DROP BY KRAHE TO BRODIE, AND SHE JUST CRASH LANDED IN THE MIDST OF OUR CHAIRS!
LO: Krahe now rounding the table and pulling Brodie to her feet, and VICIOUS right hand dumps her right up and over the guardrail into the front row!
Santiago has reached a count of three as Krahe steps over the barrier himself, pulling Brodie up and firing in another right hand that sends her stumbling into the aisle. The fans all pat the competitors on the back and cheer as Krahe pushes past them to focus on his prey. As he pulls Brodie up to her feet, she drives a forearm into his gut, followed by another that begs him off. She then slips in behind him, puts her head under his left arm, and then shows a feat of strength by lifting him up and atomic dropping him crotch first across the steel barricade!
LO: OH MY GOD! BRODIE JUST NEUTERED ZACHARIAH KRAHE!
KO: That just isn't right, Laur.
Krahe's mouth hangs wide open with shock and pain as he clutches the steel pole across the barrier to keep himself from teetering over. Brodie, however, has other ideas as she bull rushes the man with a clothesline that sends him crashing to the concrete floor on the other side. She hops the barrier, and for the first time notices that the referee's count has almost reached ten. She darts for the ring and slides in, but immediately rolls back out, forcing Santiago to start all the way back at one.
LO: Brodie now pulling Krahe up to his feet by a fistful of hair, and they are still uncomfortably close right by our desk, but it looks like she is leading him back to ringside!
KO: Brodie trying to bounce Krahe's skull off the steel steps, but he got a foot out in front of him to block the action, and a few elbows to the guts allows him to reverse the grip, and IT'S BRODIE'S SKULL OFF THE STEEL!
LO: Brodie slumping over the top step, and Krahe just pulled her back a few feet, and WHIPS HER SPINE FIRST INTO THE STEPS!
Brodie clutches at her spine in pain, while Krahe reaches down to pull her up and shoot her back inside. He follows her in, and then flops onto her for a cover and a hook of the leg.
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KO: THRE-NO! Brodie out at two and a half, and Krahe doesn't look surprised. He gets her to her feet, scoops her up from the side, and SIDE SLAM HARD TO THE CANVAS!
LO: He retains his grip on her leg for another cover!
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LO: THRE-KICK OUT! Brodie makes it out, and Krahe back to his feet and pulling Brodie with him, and shoves her back into the corner.
KO: This is where Krahe is dangerous as he wades in with rights and lefts, just boxing Brodie around leaving her with no other recourse but to try and cover up.
Brodie is pummeled into a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle, and Krahe seems almost incensed as he grabs the top rope for leverage, and continues to stomp at her chest like he's looking for her core. Finally he tears away at four count from the admonishing referee, and he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd as he comes to rest in the adjacent corner. He watches as Brodie tries to pull herself up to her feet, and without giving her the opportunity to fully make it before rushing back in and throwing his boot out in front of him to crash off the side of her skull in a sickening blow. Brodie's eyes roll into the back of her head, and she falls comically forward to land face and chest first against the mat. Krahe quickly drops down beside her, shoots the half, and gets her on her back for a cover.
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LO: THREe-NO! Brodie barely getting the shoulder up as the ref's hand descended for three, and even Krahe is questioning that one it was so close!
KO: Krahe now starting to look a little perturbed as he yanks Brodie back up to her feet, and pulling her to the center of the ring. Hooks her around the head, and lifts her up for a suplex...BUT BRODIE TWISTED OUT OF IT AND LANDED BEHIND HIM!!
LO: Krahe spins to try and take her out with a short lariat, BUT BRODIE CAUGHT HIS ARM AND JUST DROPPED TO THE CANVAS WITH HER KNEE'S TUCKED TO HER CHEST FOR A FALLING ARM BREAKER!
KO: Krahe clutching at his left arm as he comes up and falls back into the ropes, and Brodie looks a little punch drunk as she gets to her feet...
Krahe spies the woman rising in front of him through his pain, and he snarls as he lurches forwards in her direction. Brodie has just enough time to see him coming to turn her body as Krahe slips by, grabbing his arm, and then using everything in her to spin him around until he's off balance and taken to the canvas. She traps the arm with her legs as she reaches for his head, and Krahe fights like the devil to keep her from locking it in. Suddenly there are forearms sent crashing into the back of his head, and then with a fistful of the man's hair and a screech, Brodie begins banging his face repeatedly off the canvas until the fight is momentarily stalled. Then, locking her fingers around Krahe's head, there is a fire in her eyes as she torques back, eliciting a cry of pain from The Catalyst.
LO: FINALITY CROSSFACE IS LOCKED IN, AND ZACHARIAH KRAHE HAS NO WHERE TO GO!
KO: Dead center of the ring, and Brodie looks like a madwoman now that it's locked on, like she's really going to remove his skull from shoulders!
Krahe struggles and claws at the mat with his one free hand, each outreaching grab bringing him inches closer to the ropes, but Brodie is relentless, re-positioning every so often to choke up further and further to make it each attempt more difficult. The move has been locked on for a full minute now as Krahe comes with in a fingertips grasp of the ropes, but when his hand falls limply to the canvas, a concern falls over referee Santiago's face. She drops down to check him, and the camera zooms in to see that his eyes are closed and there is no further struggle. Santiago checks the arm, and it flops harmlessly back to the canvas. One! She checks it a second time, and again flop. Two! She lifts it the third time, and there is an outcry from the misfits in the arena making up the Bollywood crowd, and as the hand flops to the canvas it stops just an inch before hitting. The hand closes into a fist, and Krahe's eyes shoot open as he surges forward one more time to grab a solid hold on the bottom rope.
LO: Krahe gets to the ropes in a desperation last ditch effort, but...BUT BRODIE WILL NOT YIELD!
KO: She's going to get herself disqualified!
LO: I don't think she cares! No..Wait! Just as Santiago was about to call for the bell Brodie let go, and snapped up to intercept the woman! They are having a tet-a-tet now, and Brodie lifts her hands in acquiescence as Santiago steps back over to check on Krahe...
KO: I don't know if he can go on, Laur. That Crossface of hers is wicked, and there's a reason it's called Finality!
LO: Well Santiago is signaling for the match to continue, as Krahe tries to pull himself up with his one good arm by use of the ropes.
Brodie rushes in and helps Zachariah the rest of the way up, pulling him back out to the center of the ring and immediately going back to the arm. Realizing he's about to be in trouble again, Krahe suddenly comes alive, striking out with his one good fist and catching Brodie right in the jaw. She begs off for just a second, but stumbles right back in for another attack when she's booted in the gut bending her forward. Krahe quickly moves in and goes for a double underhook of her arms, but upon trying to hook with his left he finds that he's unable to use it, and that's when Brodie breaks free of his grasp and punches him hard right in his injured shoulder. Krahe winces and grabs instinctively for the limb which gives Brodie plenty of time take him to the mat with a double leg take down, and then mount him with fists down into the injury.
LO: Krahe being bombarded here, but now using his sheer size to shove Brodie off of him. Both getting back to their feet, and Brodie with a falling drop kick that catches Krahe right in his bad side and sends him tumbling towards the ropes.
KO: Uh-Oh, did you just see that devious smile of hers.....what is she thinking?
LO: I don't know, but I can guarantee you it isn't good!
Brodie takes off in Krahe's direction, and he manages to duck his head to dump her to the outside. Brodie manages to grab the top rope, which was her plan all along, and twists in the air to land safely on the ring apron. Krahe, slowed down by the pain in his injured limb, has no time to stop her as she grabs at his arm, and then drops straight down to the floor, hanging it out to dry on the top rope! Krahe recoils to the center of the ring clutching at his shoulder, visibly shaken from the fire shooting down all the way to his fingers. Brodie continues to grin as she hops up onto the apron, but it suddenly disappears when Krahe closes the distance with a surprise spear through the middle and top rope that sends both crashing awkwardly to the concrete floor!
LO: MY GOD! ZACHARIAH KRAHE JUST TRIED TO CUT BRODIE IN HALF, AND NOW BOTH ARE WIPED OUT AT RINGSIDE!
KO: That was desperation, Laur, plain and simple. I give it to him for not just lying down and giving up, but he had to do something to try and get a respite, even if what he did hurt himself just as much in the process!
With both competitors down on the outside, Santiago has no choice but to start a ten count. It reaches all the way to six before either begin to stir, and they slowly make their way up by use of the apron. By the time they finally get to their feet the count is at eight, and they both give each other a brief exchange before rolling back into the ring, breaking the count. They both get to their feet at the same time, and Brodie immediately goes for Krahe's arm, but he side steps and nails Brodie with a sucker punch right that drops her to one knee. As she pushes off to get back to her feet a boot finds it's way into her stomach, and another underhook this time is successful, and he drops straight down to drive her skull into the canvas.
LO: CATALYST DDT!! But Krahe just rolled off and is clutching at his shoulder...Brodie's out, and Krahe can't follow up!
KO: I'm telling you man, he's hurting!
Krahe continues to clutch at his shoulder, and his misfits come out of the wood work, spurring him on to try and get the cover. He bites his lip as he pulls with his one good arm towards Brodie, draping himself across her. Santiago drops for the count!
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LO: THREE-NO! GOOD LORD THAT WAS SO CLOSE!
KO: Krahe apparently thought it was three, he's still lying beside Brodie holding up three fingers, and the ref is waving it off!
Krahe shakes his head in disbelief, and then chuckles for no other reason than the ridiculousness of the situation. He pushes himself up to his feet and looks down at Brodie, positioning himself so that when she rises he'll be out of her vision. Slowly she begins to do so, obviously punch drunk and more than a little out of it after the vicious DDT. She finally manages to get to her feet, and he begs for her to turn his direction. When she does, he throws another boot into his midsection, and goes for the double underhook once again, but this time Brodie suddenly comes alive, and manages to hook him around the head and pulls him down into a small package pin.
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LO: THRE-NO! KRAHE ROCKED AND REVERSED THE PIN!
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LO: THRE-WHAT THE! BRODIE BROKE FREE OF THE PIN, AND JUST SPUN AROUND...SHE'S TRAPPED THE ARM, AND...FINALITY CROSSFACE!
KO: KRAHE HAS COME ALIVE IN PAIN, AND HIS HAND IS HOVERING OVER THE MAT! HE'S GONNA TAP!
The capacity crowd has reached a fever pitch in the last few moments, with the Catalyst DDT, the quick pinfalls, and now this! Brodie screeches an inhuman cry as she pulls back on Krahe's skull, but if anyone was left sitting, they shoot off their seat when Zachariah suddenly rolls into Brodie and turns her over onto her back. The ref drops for a count, but just as quick, Brodie rolls through again, dragging Krahe with her. This, however, puts him right next to the ropes, and his hand manages to grasp the rope as she continues to yank back. Santiago calls for the break, but again, Brodie shakes her head 'No' defiantly, and he starts a count until reaching four in which she finally lets go.
LO: For the umpteenth time in this match Zachariah Krahe has somehow managed to fight his way out of the Finality Crossface, and Brodie is now stalking around the ring in frustration!
KO: Yeah, but this match is taking it's toll on her as well. Krahe's shoulder might be on fire right now, but some of those shots he's given her through this match is starting to show. She's got a golf ball sized knot starting to push up on her right cheek, and is sporting a pretty nice shiner.
LO: No doubt they've beaten the hell out of each other, but nothing up to this point has worked, and they've dropped their biggest bombs here. The only real question is what is it going to take?
KO: I don't know. I thought it was over ten minutes ago.
Krahe manages to pull himself up by use of the ropes, and he lays against them as Brodie eyes him from the other side of the ring. Despite the pain in his throbbing shoulder, he manages a smirk, which seems to send the woman over the edge. With a snarl she tears across the ring right for him, but much to her surprise he brings his boot up in her path and her face crashes into it with a sudden stop. She snaps down to the canvas clutching her skull, and he drops to his knee's and covers her, hooking her leg.
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LO: THREe-NO! Brodie barely rolls the shoulder, and now it's Krahe who seems frustrated despite that smirk just moments ago! He's dragging Brodie up to her feet, and shoves her into the corner...takes a few steps back, AND HERE HE COMES FOR A SPEAR!
KO: BRODIE LEAPS TO THE TOP ROPE AND KRAHE JUST WENT THROUGH THE TOP AND MIDDLE TURNBUCKLES TO CRASH SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE STEEL RING POST!!
LO: Brodie falling forwards into a sunset flip, and dragging Krahe into a pin!
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The crowd explodes, some of them with Home Alone shocked faces as Brodie falls back bringing her fists up to her forehead while Krahe rolls away clutching at his shoulder.
KO: I told you the damn title was cursed! No one can hold onto it!
LO: Brodie with a huge win here tonight, and what a freakin' match!
Ring Announcer: And the winner of this match by pinfall, and NEW UNYIELDING CHAMPION....THE SUBMISSION MACHINE...BROODDDIIIEEE!!
Santiago takes the title and places it on Brodie's midsection while she tries to recover long enough to enjoy the taste of victory. Krahe rolls all the way outside of the ring near the ramp, falling to his knee's and shaking his head, his shoulder obviously killing him. Santiago leaps out and checks on him, but he waves the concerned referee away and pushes up to his feet, staring into the ring at a risen Brodie, holding the championship out in front of her in wonder. A strange smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he starts to back slowly up the ramp, never taking his eyes off of her. Brodie slowly lifts her head from the championship, up to the man stepping away from her, and she reaches up lovingly to the bruises on her cheek.
Suddenly, her eyes go wide and the crowd pop, signaling to Zachariah Krahe that something is amiss. He spins around on the rampway just in time to catch sight of Aokigahara Zombie rushing right for him with the rope he had used earlier to tie the man up. Krahe doesn't have time for any defense as Aoki charges in, pulling the rope tight in front of him, and using it to clothesline the man right in the throat. Zach slams down to the steel ramp hard, and Aoki lays in boots to his injured shoulder, screaming "Do you want to hurt me now!"
LO: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! AOKIGAHARA ZOMBIE IS STOMPING THE HELL OUT OF ZACHARIAH KRAHE! The man just went through a grueling championship match here tonight with Brodie, and Aoki is having his way with him!
KO: Hey, Zachariah Krahe toted him all over the arena tonight and never gave the man the beating he was expecting, so now he's handing one out to him!
LO: Oh no! Not this! AOKI IS WRAPPING THE ROPE AROUND KRAHE'S NECK, AND TRYING TO PUSH HIM OFF THE SIDE OF THE RAMP! HE'S GOING TO HANG HIM!
Meanwhile in the ring, Brodie watches all of this in what appears to be conflict. Her head cocks to the side as if being instructed by an unseen force, but she shakes her head defiantly, beginning to stalk back and forth in some sort of moral dilemma. Finally she reaches some sort of unheard resolution, and she tosses the UnYielding Championship to the mat and starts towards the ropes leading to the ramp.
LO: Brodie looks like she's unhappy that another Zombie has interrupted this death dance she has going on with Zachariah Krahe, and is going to put a stop to it....WAIT A MINUTE!
KO: FUKUSHIMA AND KOWLOON JUST CAME THROUGH THE CROWD AND SLID INTO THE RING BEHIND BRODIE!
LO: Brodie can hear the chants, and she turns around JUST IN TIME FOR THE TWO TO JUMP ON HER LIKE JACKALS!
Rapid fire strikes find Brodie beaten all the way down to the mat, where Fuki and Kowloon switch to stomps like they were trying to put out a fire. Kowloon reaches down and drags Brodie into the center of the ring, and holds her up so that Fukushima can fire in martial arts style palm thrusts, ending with a spinning back fist that makes Brodie go limp in his hands. He passes her off to Fuki, who hooks her up into a side Russian leg sweep position. Kowloon gives a savage grin before taking his massive frame to hit off the ropes, and comes rushing back with a Yakuza kick that smashes into Brodie's face at the same time Fukushima takes her crashing to the mat with the leg sweep.
LO: THIS IS INSANITY! BRODIE WINS THE UNYIELDING CHAMPIONSHIP OFF OF KRAHE ONLY TO BE DECIMATED BY THE ZOMBIE CLAN! AOKI IS STILL TRYING TO GET KRAHE OFF THE APRON TO HANG HIM! AND THANK GOD! HERE COMES SECURITY!
KO: Hell, what took them so long...the damage has been done!
Security comes out in waves, some going for the ring, and some coming to a stop halfway up the ramp to contend with Aoki. Kowloon looks up from Brodie to see the new development, and gives a curt word to Fukushima and a point, and the two quickly exit the ring and jump the barricade to exit through the crowd. Aoki struggles a moment against the many hands trying to free him from Krahe, but finally he simply lifts his hands up and allows them to drag him up the ramp, barking laughter all the way.
LO: This...this has been complete mayhem!
KO: The Zombie Clan is here to make an impact, and let me tell you, for the first time in a long time I genuinely don't know what is going to happen next. And where is Siberia in all of this?
LO: I don't know, Ken, but we're out of time! I am Laurence Othello...
KO: And I am Kenneth Othello...
Othello Brothers: And we are the Othello Brothers, signing off....
The camera pans to Brodie laid out in the ring, the UnYielding championship lying just off to the side of her. Then it cuts to Zachariah Krahe left in a heap on the ramp, the rope still dangling from around his neck. The VPW logo flashes, then Fite TV, and then fade to black.