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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jan 17, 2017 0:26:13 GMT
Adam Barrera vs. The Fin-Nisher (The Fin-Nisher makes his way to the ring first, pumping his fist to the crowd as they chant “FIN FIN FIN!!” loudly to the tune of ‘You’re The Best’. He does a running baseball slide into the ring then pops up to his feet as he raises his hands in the air. He takes his corner as his opponent comes out, the shaggy Adam Barrera. He looks hungover and quite stumbly as he makes his way out to the ring. Seeing he’s dealing with another drunk, Fin goes in for the kill and dives off the top rope, springing off with a springboard Finnish Hammer! He cracks Adam in the head then throws him inside the ring as the fans continue chanting his name. Still stunned from the shot, Adam staggers to his feet as the bell rings. Fin capitalizes by hitting the ropes, then coming in hard with a smashing Finnish Hammer upside the head! The slightly stunned Fin goes for the pin!)
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3!!WINNER: The Fin-Nisher via PIN FALL @ 23 seconds.Leoncio De Soto vs. The Twin-Nisher (Twin-Nisher is there to celebrate with his brother after his big match, not knowing that Slaine is cutting short on time and made Fin’s exit Twin’s entrance music. Twin jovially celebrates with his brother on his shoulders as their music fades, and ‘Maybe I’m A Lion’ by Songe plays over the PA. The fans have no idea who he his, but a kick out of Leonicio’s personality as he comes down to the ring wearing a thick fluffy vest and an eyepatch. The brothers stop celebrating in time to see Leonicio hop on the apron, ready to mess someone up. He then bounces off the top rope with a springboard front dropkick, leveling Fin off of Twin’s shoulders! Fin rolls to the outside as the bell rings, leaving a shocked and pissed Twin now focused on Leo. Leo waves him on, begging for him to do something. Twin screams and rushes Leo, backing him into the corner with a crazy high kick combo! Leo perfectly ducks a high kick and scoops up and under, securing a head and arm lock. He then rushes with the bigger Twin out of the corner, nailing a running STO! He then cranks on arm triangle from the position, threatening to tap out Twin! Lucky for him his boot is by the ropes and he’s able to break the count. That doesn’t stop Leo who hops right on him with the Keelhaul, trapping him and cranking him in the harsh looking peruvian neck tie! Twin has no choice and taps from the painful submission finisher.)WINNER: Leonicio de Soto via SUBMISSION @ 58 seconds.***ON AIR***[The tall figure is seen from a distance, seemingly walking alone along a strand of beach, ocean waves lending ambient noise as the figure moves towards where the camera waits. His dark hair is swept back from his brow by the wind, as it bells out the back of his open jacket for a brief moment before it dies off. He looks up at the camera, the intensity of his gaze nearly shocking though despite that he seems very much at ease.]Andreas Lasiewicz: I am likely the last person any of you were prepared to see here, in San Diego. There is history here, but right now what matters is the future. Look in the ranks of those that are in this Iron King tournament, and you’ll see just that. The future of this business. There are made names, and names to be made - all there for the taking, and making. [He turns to walk back down the beach, back the way he came, but pauses for a moment.]Andreas Lasiewicz: So many outcomes, so many destinies, all starting here, or changing here. [He continues on as the camera fades out.]Phillip Kennedy vs. Agnes Gertrude (Phillip Kennedy was already in the ring by the time we cut to the ring, sporting a swollen shut left eye from his short battle with Lex Collins. ‘Kickstart My Heart Plays’, and out comes Agnes Gertrude trying to look like a badass grandma with a bandana over her face. She hops into the ring and disrobes out of her entrance attire, handing it to the ring girl outside. The bell rings and the two begin to circle each other, engaging in a feeling out process. Phillip is the first to engage with a grapple attempt, but it’s Agnes who catches him with a hammerlock followed by a drop toe hold to the mat. Once on the mat she takes advantage of Phillip’s ground game weakness by laying on top of him with a grounded chancery. Boos erupt from the crowd, which aren’t favoring the opening match much. Suddenly a group of men hop the barricade hard camera side, with the security not even trying to stop them. The three Italian looking thugs slide into the ring and start to pound down on Agnes and Phillip with boots. Oz Oxford has no choice but to ring for the bell.)RESULT: No Contest @ 3 minutes, 03 seconds.
Alpine: I don’t know who in the hell these men think they are, but they just ruined a perfectly good match!
Rodz: Perfectly good? Really?
Alpine: Well, it was slightly entertaining.[Dirty look from Rodz.]Alpine: Okay fine it was boring, but still that’s no excuse!
Rodz: It’s all the excuse in the world! Every boring match should end this way![The group continue their gang style stomp down as Oz Oxford Jr. doesn’t even bother getting involved. Agnes takes a wicked kick to the face from the thinnest man in the stable, causing her to spit a bloody tooth on the mat! He smiles down at her as the shortest man in the stable pulls a mic from the interior of his black leather jacket to the cheers of the fans.]Tira: Alright you fucks, quiet down. Got something important to tell ya.[They quiet down a little as he prepares his statement.]Tira: Alright good. Right here in front of ya is just a group of guys who wanna wrestle. We call ourselves the Collective. I’m Tony Tira. This dashing motherfucker right here, this is Frankie Starlight.[The man who kicked out Agnes’s tooth nods with a look of confidence.]Tira: And this mountain of a man next to me? This is my tag team partner Geno ‘The Forklift’ Forliti.[Geno folds his massive forearms over each other, showing off a frightening mean mug to the crowd as he does so.]Tira: Apparently you ain’t legit around here till’ ya win one of those dark matches. So tell ya what, The Collective is challenging The Marlboro Man and Annie Oakley to a tag team match next Redemption. I don’t give a fuck if it’s on camera or not, all that matters is us earning that full contract and earning the right to prove our worth here. And if we gotta retire these useless fuckin’ jamokes, so be it.[Tira then violently spikes the mic off of Phillip’s head, causing it to bounce in the air five feet. He covers his probably blown out ear drum as the group laugh and leave the ring. Cut away from the carnage to Vince Moretti standing in the locker room of Seth Iser. The newest signing to the Phoenix roster slides his hand through his hair, mumbling to himself as he stares at the ground.]Moretti: Big opportunity here Seth. Don’t be afraid to let up, go all out on this beanpole.[Seth tips his head up to his manager and speaks.]Iser: Finn has no idea of what stands in front of him. I will be his end.
Moretti: Amen to that.[Iser smiles as Moretti silently ushers him out of the locker room, letting him know it’s time to go to ringside. Seth rises looking determined as we cut to the announce booth.]Alpine: Vince Moretti has one focused client on his hands. Seth looks ready to rimp Finn limb from limb.Rodz: If I learned anything about this skinny fuck Finn Whelan, it’s that you can’t underestimate him. He’s incredibly tough, hits hard, and is quick to boot. This should be a good one.[The view of the underground parking garage illuminates the screen. Cars roll past slowly, mostly vehicles related to the Valley View Casino Center. Volunteers for the snack stands and merch tables wander, late to the show but willing to get their tips. Standing on the platform, dressed in her wrestling attire, is none other than Elena DeDraca. She's tapping her foot against the concrete floor, wearing a "Pale Queen" hoodie (on sale for $49.99, you know) on her shoulders and an irritated expression on her face. She seems to be waiting for someone.]Elena DeDraca: I'm giving him two minutes.[Luckily for her, she doesn't have to wait longer than about thirty seconds. A dark Toyota rental sedan pulls up and slowly parks in one of the spots. Elena descends the stairs and heads for the car, a determination in her step that would likely be seen in her match tonight. She throws up her hands.]
Elena DeDraca: Where the hell have you been?[She's talking to the man she calls her brother, though they have really no familial relation. Finn Whelan, who's in the process of pulling a bag from the car, looks up with a momentary expression of annoyance before slamming the door and locking the car behind him. It takes three more seconds for Elena to reach up, and to ceremoniously punch him in the arm.]
Finn Whelan: Nice to see you too, sis.
Elena DeDraca: Everyone has been calling you for days now. The least you could do is answer your phone to, oh, I don't know, your wife?
[Finn is wearing sunglasses, so we don't actually see the eye roll, but it's definitely implied. It's clear that Elena has always been the more responsible one. Which would probably come from raising a child now too.]
Finn Whelan: I was training.Elena DeDraca: You were shirking your--
[They both stop. Finn turns to look at Elena, hiking the bag up on his shoulder.]
Finn Whelan: Can you just . . . [he pauses, taking off his sunglasses] not? I've got a contendership match for the Rising Phoenix title tonight that's pretty important, and frankly, you have an important one too. If you plan to advance tonight, you have to get past Collins.Elena DeDraca: Don't you think I'm aware of that? I've actually been preparing, which is a lot more than I can say for you.Finn Whelan: Just because I'm not within your visual range three days before a show doesn't mean I'm not preparing. Stuff's gone on.[Elena opens her mouth to speak again, but Finn isn't having it. Tension is running a high between them -- they truly do act like siblings.]
Finn Whelan: Don't. Save it. I know I'm gonna get bitched at by every person around me, but I'd like to keep my mind open tonight. We'll talk later about all the shit in the air. Maybe we can figure out what the hell we're going to do next. The Duos Championship hasn't just disappeared, you know.
[He starts walking ahead, leaving Elena standing in the garage alone, just as it started out. She purses her lips and crosses her arms, staring after her brother in irritation.]
Elena DeDraca: Yeah. Keep walking, Finn. It's what you're best at. Seth Iser vs. Finn Whelan (After the ‘Rising Phoenix Number 1 Contender’ graphic flies up on the screen, we hear ‘Everyone Sells Cocaine’ by Motionless In White. Out walks Finn to a favorable reaction from the crowd. He doesn’t bother engaging them though and runs to the ring, sliding in gracefully. He then picks himself up and starts bouncing his back off the ropes as his music silences. It’s replaced by ‘Gehenna’ by Slipknot, bringing on the boos of the fans. Seth Iser makes his way out with his manager Vince Moretti, looking ahead to his challenger Finn Whelan. He steps up on the apron and steps over the top rope with ease. His jean vest is removed and handed to Vince, followed by his theme ending. Referee Malik Demitrious checks with both men, then signals for the bell ring. The approach each other for a lock up, but Finn backs off at the last moment, waiting for Seth to let his guard down. Instead Seth retaliates with a big punch to the jaw, flooring Fin! Fin grabs his jaw on the mat in pain but isn’t given much time to react. Seth picks him up by his hair and slings him up in the air with a backbreaker! And another! And another! Seth finishes off the sequence with a PIllar of Truth! “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as he goes for the hook leg pinfall, only to get a one count. Seth yanks Finn up to his feet and tosses him to the ropes. He aims for a lariat on the return but Finn ducks, bounces off the opposite ropes, and comes back with a dropkick! Seth tries to stand and is hit with another dropkick, knocking him into the corner! Finn tries to race in with another dropkick but Seth moves, allowing him to hit the pads. As soon as he recovers Seth plants him with a big boot, knocking him to the mat! He picks up the woozy Finn and hooks him for a short arm clothesline. However before he can throw him away Finn latches on with a front greco roman lock and trips Seth to the mat! From there he latches on the Underdog, causing Vince Moretti to get up on the apron to distract the ref. However he’s too late as Seth taps out from the painful hold.)WINNER, AND NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE RISING PHOENIX CHAMPIONSHIP: Finn Whelan via SUBMISSION @ 9 minutes, 41 seconds.
Alpine: What a great match up from both of these competitors. I can see both of them being big stars if they can stick around.
Rodz: Well Finn's gotta make it past Anastasia first, who has been seemingly unstoppable since arriving here in Phoenix.
Alpine: I have faith in Finn. He could very well be the next Rising Phoenix Champion.[Finn slides out of the ring, a stern expression on his face as he approaches the timekeeper and gets a microphone. He taps it on his chin for a moment, and takes a deep breath, his expression fierce.]
Finn Whelan: Here we are and here’s what’s happening, you lucky Phoenix Wrestling fans! Anastasia Starling, I’m coming for you! That pretty Rising Phoenix title is destined to be mine, and you know…[He paces a little, swinging his free hand around.]
Finn Whelan: You may be undefeated Ana? But not for long! That’s a promise.[The cameras cut backstage with intrepid interviewer Kiko Hirayama as she finds Faith preparing for her upcoming match against Mason Daniels.]
Kiko Hirayama: Faith if you could give me a moment of your time, I have a couple of questions for you.[Faith just nods as she stretches and warms up.]
Kiko Hirayama: Now that you’re out of the Iron King Tournament at the hands of Zack Jones, can you tell us what you intend to do, to get back on track?[Faith’s expression never falters as she looks up and speaks.]
Faith: I’m going to tell Zack that he better go on and win this whole thing, for one. For two, I’m already back on track, you’ll all see that tonight. I’ve had a lot of time to think and you’ll see the results.
[Before Kiko can say anything else, Faith straightens up.]
Faith: Mason is a Neanderthal in this business. War Hound? Hardly. You’re going to be useful to me though, oh yes you are. I need more teeth, and I promised at least one to Aurora. Now if you don’t mind, Kiko I need to finish up here.
[Kiko steps away respectfully as Faith finishes up and the cameras go to commercial.]
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jan 17, 2017 0:27:28 GMT
Alpine: For our next match we’re going to see the former Rebirth number one contender face off against one of the biggest antagonists in PW nowadays, Mason Daniels. Both of these competitors haven’t had the best luck in the win column as of late and could use that pick me up win.
Rodz: Losses happen to even the best. Pick yourself up and keep on fighting. I mean you’re making good money to be beat up, why not?
Alpine: A lot of people do this for the glory of the game, not the money.
Rodz: Suckers.
Mason Daniels vs. Faith
(‘This Is War’ by Ill Nino plays, and out comes Mason Daniels looking motivated as he charges his way to the ring. The crowd boos him feverishly as he stomps up the steps and enters the ring. He bounces several times off the ropes and bounces in place as he can’t wait to get his hands on Faith. His theme ends and is replaced with ‘Monster’ by Stiched Up Heart, bringing out Faith. Faith comes out rolling her wrists Muay Thai as she makes her way to the ring to a favorable reaction from the crowd. She takes the steps, steps through the middle rope, and is immediately attacked by Mason Daniels. She’s ready for him though with a duck, then a spinning back kick to the jaw to start this contest! Referee Oz Oxford Jr. rings for the bell and Mason gets to his feet checking his mouth. Faith comes towards him and chops him with a big leg kick, getting “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as he stumbles backward. Faith keeps it up with another, forcing Mason into a corner and into retreat mode. She goes for a flying knee to Mason, but he’s able to intercept that with a super kick!! “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as she flops to the mat checking her jaw. He doesn’t give her room to breathe with a quick rolling senton over back, followed by a standing frog splash! Seeing that’s she’s in pain and that he’s near a turnbuckle, Mason hops to the top rope, positioning himself for an aerial maneuver. He flies off for a HALO drop, but Faith rolls out of the way in time, causing him to crash and burn on the mat! From there Faith leaps up to her feet and starts soccer kicking Mason in the face, forcing him to cover up after the first clean shot! He rolls out of the ring to escape the onslaught, really playing up the kick. As soon as she comes outside another superkick, getting “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as she flops to the outer mat. Mason has that frenzied look in his eyes, and he grabs a steel chair at ringside. Just as Faith is standing, Mason plasters her in the back to the boos and “OHHH!!”s of the crowd. Oz Oxford Jr. has no choice but to disqualify Mason Daniels.)
WINNER: Faith via DISQUALIFICATION @ 8 minutes, 13 seconds.
Alpine: Mason really needs to get to weapons rehab or something. He cannot go one match without using one.
Rodz: He needs to go on rehab period. This dude is DMX crackhead unhinged.
[After the match, Mason wasted little to no time, immediately goes after Faith looking to do harm. ”The War Hound” never got the chance to continue his onslaught on Faith, whose back was turned because from behind, he was grabbed and with ease, taken down by Rowyn Starr with his trademark “Wounded Knees”. Silent, never heard, Rowyn gets up and with his feet, drove him out of the ring as the fans loved it.]
Alpine: WOUNDED KNEES!!! Rowyn, saves the day once again. Need to have eyes in the back of your head at all times because you never know when or where Rowyn will come from.
Rodz: Mason is pissed! Faith was ripe for the picking. He had that window but thanks to that damn Rowyn Starr, it’s all down the gutter now.
[After being forced from out of the ring by Rowyn, Mason got up to his feet, pissed and annoyed by Rowyn’s presence but shortly after, started to laugh hysterically leaving much confusion on the faces of Rowyn and Faith in the ring as he made his walk in reverse towards the ramp. He gives a look towards Rowyn, a look of concern.]
Alpine: What a deranged soul Mason is. That laugh...
Rodz: This is far from over. Rowyn better be the one with eyes in the back of his head. The War Hound will get revenge. Daniels will get his ‘Happy Ending’.
[As all forms back at ringside, the cameras cut away and all that is now seen are brick walls as the pan of the camera zooms outwards. The sound of various noises in the distance. Panning out far enough, Ron Swat was seen. A look of frustration in his eyes as his hands were wrapped around the bars that were currently holding him down. Put in solitary confinement due to his violent nature, Ron was seething to get released from this ‘stranglehold’.]
Swat: Two weeks are all that’s left from my hands wrapping around the neck of that punk Roque! He won’t get away!
[Swat tried testing his strength against the heavy-gauged cell door as you could hear it rattle slightly with the lock.]
Swat: WHEN I GET OUTTA HERE PUNK, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!
[You can hear the guard tell Swat to shut up as the lights suddenly go out. A commercial break follows up afterwards as a generic upbeat dance-type beat plays. The uniform sound of the chorus “Ohnoooooo Coolllaaaaaaaaa” is heard throughout in repetition. The sighting of different, funny little characters come moving across the screen along to the beat. Nakamura is shown standing, that cheese smile of his showing while standing with a can of “Ohno Cola” in his hand, showcasing it. A solid picture is shown of the product with several flavors including Cherry and Strawberry.]
TOAST: Ha, yeah, I’m Toast. I’m sure you are probably wondering what I’m doing here with a mic in my hand. Well my friends, I’m now the newest interviewer for Phoenix Wrestling, and well tonight, I got my first big interview.
[Toast grabs from out of the pocket of his tuxedo, a slice of...toast bread as he munches on it before continuing on. He offers the man standing beside him, Chris Andrew a slice to which he immediately rejects.]
Andrew: No thanks on the toast, Toast but I will thank you for saving my ass, literally. I’m glad he was taken care of and sitting in jail. He’s frickin insane!
[Toast obliged as he patted Andrew on the shoulder.]
TOAST: Well time to get it going. Glad to help save the day. It was a scary situation. But tonight Chris, you have yet another grand task on your hand as you try to inch a step further in this Iron King Tournament. Tonight, you have the Hall of Famer Arkia Fisk in a ‘Strike Only’ match. Your thoughts?
[Andrew nodded his head.]
Andrew: It’s going to be a great battle between I and my opponent, Arkia Fisk. We both are well-versed strikers. I have a good kicking game. I have a good feeling going into this, I get to square off against a former World Champ and Hall Of Famer. Going toe-to-toe with her. One good strike ends it all.
[Toast had nod his head as he grabbed for yet another piece of toast, this was a little more burnt but eatable. Chris looked at Toast a little odd before smirking. Staying on point, he waved his index finger.]
Andrew: I’m not ready to go home yet, Toast. Arkia is going to push me to my limits. I’m going to give her all of what I have. This is what this tournament is about. Grand competition. I’m pumped, also focused. Tonight we will see who remains standing.
[Andrew went to shake Toast’s hand but instead decided to ‘dap’ him up instead. Toast, still with the toast in hand, managed to form enough of a fist to dap Andrew back as Andrew made his way on through the hallway, set for battle.]
Alpine: I don’t think there’s a single person on the roster that Toast doesn’t freak out besides Ron Swat. Why was he hired for an interviewer position again?
Rodz: I’m guessing he got dirt on Slaine. I’m thinking Nigerian midget tranny porn.
Alpine: I’m thinking you must not want your job much longer.
Rodz: Slainey knows I’m playin’, come on ya douchebag. Show us that Tale of The Tape.
TALE OF THE TAPE
NAME: ARKIA FISK
AGE: 30
HT: 5'9"
WT: 175
STYLE: TECH / HIGH FLYER
FINISHER: HEAD GAME
NAME: CHRIS ANDREW
AGE: 20
HT: 6'1"
WT: 204
STYLE: MODERN CRUISERWEIGHT
FINISHER: CANYON DIVE
Arkia Fisk vs. Chris Andrew
(Hardt does a rundown of the striking only rules in the ring, strictly prohibiting any grappling. Once she’s done with that, ‘Renegade Cavalcade’ by Ash plays. Out from the curtains emerges Chris Andrew, holding his hands high to the crowd. He gets a good reaction for a newcomer, and makes his way to the ring slapping hands. He slides in the ring and takes his corner, showing off a little footwork before settling to a low bounce in his corner. His theme ends and ‘She’s A Bitch’ by Missy Elliott plays, bringing out Arkia Fisk to cheers. Gold streamers shoot as she walks down the ramp looking motivated for her challenge tonight. She takes the steps, swings through the ropes, and takes her corner calmly. Oz Oxford Jr. checks their hands for any suspicious wrappings, then retreats to the center of the ring. The bell rings and the first thing Chris does is present his fist out to Arkia. She knuckle butts him back and the two get going. Tight circling to begin with as there’s no punching, just gauging distance. Once she’s close enough though Arkia pops a jab in Chris’s face, who side steps it. She goes for another 1-2 jab, he dodges both shots. Deciding to catch him off guard, she strays from her boxing background and hits a few low kicks cleanly. Chris gets tired of being a target and throws a couple punches at Fisk, none of them landing but getting Fisk to back up. He then clips her with a big spinning roundhouse kick, knocking her to the mat! Chris backs off as Oz administers a count, and Fisk getting back up with a nod as she says “ok”. She gets back up calmly and gets back in the circle with Chris. She fakes for a jab to the sides, only to land a big left hook on Chris which sends him stumbling to the mat! Chris is back up to his feet quickly, pumping a jab series at Arkia then throwing a big right hook. Arkia dodges the shot and fires back with a big uppercut, flooring Chris again! He’s a lot slower to get up this time, and looks like there’s a fire in his eyes as he gets up to Arkia. Chris fires off a big kick to the leg then liver, getting Arkia to wince. She starts to retreat back to the corner and he smells blood. He launches a superman punch her way, but she catches him right at the right moment with a spinning backfist, knocking him to the mat! Chris is still coherent, but after three knockdowns the ref must stop the match.)
WINNER: Arkia Fisk via TKO @ 5 minutes, 31 seconds.
Alpine: Due to the three knockdown rule in the striking only bracket, Arkia will be taking home this match and advancing in the Iron King Tournament!
Rodz: It’s amazing how good Arkia has got with her strikes in such a short time. Her cleavage popping out of that white top, that’s pretty amazing too.
[Arkia takes a deep breath after her hand is raised in victory, the satisfaction of knowing she is continuing clear on her lovely face. Chris gets to his feet with the look of a man who’s been in a fight but given his best in return and he gives a nod towards Fisk. She shakes her head and crosses to him, taking his hand and she shakes it firmly, her other coming up to squeeze his shoulder as she tells him something the microphones don’t quite catch but he nods and then nods again as he looks up and then takes her hand and lifts it himself with a grin as the fans explode into cheers for the pair.
The cameras cut to where Masaru Inoue is sitting on top of one of the rolling cargo crates spray painted with the new Phoenix Wrestling logo, idly kicking his feet in a repetitive drumming thud thud thud. Leaned up against it next to him, her back to it is Aurora, already changed into her gear for her upcoming match, though she doesn’t have her Rebirth title with her yet. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, and Rori reaches over and pats his knee for a moment.]
Aurora: It’s almost time.
Masaru Inoue: She’s so. She broke it, my poor heart.
[The bloodthirsty grin that comes and goes belies his words however and he makes a noise that’s a cross between a giggle and a chuckle.]
Aurora: The fight ahead will repair that, sweet Masaru. She’s amazing, she will dazzle. She will fly. You’re going to just have to see if your claws that catch and teeth that bite can clip her wings.
[Masaru looks thoughtful before he laughs with sheer pure glee.]
Masaru Inoue: It will be GLORIOUS! Watch us. Don’t look away even a little bit.
[Something in his tone catches her attention and she turns a gentle gaze to the man that some have called her Hell Hound.]
Aurora: Oh honey, I promise I will.
[He seems satisfied by this, and grinning he hops off of the case and runs down the corridor, leaving a bemused Rori to wander after.]
TALE OF THE TAPE
NAME: ANASTASIA STARLING
AGE: 24
HT: 5'4"
WT: 117
STYLE: ACROBATIC HIGH FLYER
FINISHER: STURNIDAE
NAME: MASARU INOUE
AGE: 28
HT: 6'1"
WT: 190
STYLE: STRIKER / GRAPPLER
FINISHER: KILL SHOT!
Anastasia Starling vs. Masaru Inoue
(The lights dim and ‘Time(Yelhigh! Remix) by Satellite Empire plays, bringing out Anastasia Starling! Gold and silver spotlights twinkle down on the entrance ramp as the Songbird comes out giddy and ready to entertain to the cheers of the audience. She does a running high five round of the ring before disrobing her ringmaster attire and sliding in the ring. Her theme ends and is replaced with ‘Nightlight’ by the Silversun Pickups. The darkness stays as red and purple strobe lights flicker at the curtain entrance. Masaru busts through the curtains with ‘X’ contacts in his eyes and sneer to his opponent. He power walks to ringside amongst the boos of the crowd and leaps up on the apron and makes his way into the ring. The lights go back on, and referee Oz Oxford Jr. checks Masaru’s hand wraps for foul play, none. Since Ana is wrapless, Oz signals for the bell. Ana comes skipping out of the corner and presents a fist for Masaru to knuckle butt. He promptly kicks the hand aside which brings on the boos of the crowd. Ana shrugs her shoulders and the two get into a fighting stance. Right away Masaru throws a high octane combo her way, getting her back up to the corner. He screams as he throws kicks and punches her way, getting her to cover up. Being she’s covering up her head, Masaru gets her in a Muay Thai clinch and gives her two hard knees, one connecting with her forehead! Oz carefully gets in Maz’s face, warning him about the clinching. Anastasia takes the opportunity to stand up and nail a backflip dropkick, knocking Masaru on his ass! He gets up in a huff, ready to take her out but she’s already springing off the ropes, coming back with a big springboard Polish Hammer! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Masaru falls to his ass again, this time screaming something in Japanese. She goes for another springboard maneuver and this time catches a big axe kick to the stomach while she’s in mid air, dropping her. While he has her in a crouching position, Masaru wastes no time and rears back with a Kill Shot! However Ana still has her wits about her and drops down to her stomach, pops back up, and nails him in the head with a Spinning Bird Kick as he’s getting to his feet! The shot sends him off balance, and with no ropes nearby to catch his fall, Masaru stumbles to the mat! With three knockdowns in place, Oz Oxford Jr. raises her hand in victory! Anastasia looks shocked that she’s won and proceeds to leap for joy as Oz raises her hand.)
WINNER: Anastasia Starling via TKO @ 2 minutes, 34 seconds.
Alpine: Amazing! A girl with virtually no striking experience whatsoever has beat the best striking on this roster….in a striking match!
Rodz: It’s dem’ funky rules Freddy. If this were MMA her blood would be on the mat, the cage, the fans, announcers, us, everything. It would be a five minute blood shower.
Alpine: Rules or not, Anastasia will advance in the Iron King Tournament. Predictably, Masaru doesn’t look too happy he lost!
[Masaru is pissed, screaming at Oz Oxford Jr. who looks like he’s on the verge of shitting himself. Before he can do anything though Mason Daniels runs to ringside and slides in, taking Masaru off of Oz’s hands! The two start trading heavy blows as Ana makes an awkward face and leaves the ring.]
Alpine: Mason is absolutely out of control tonight!
Rodz: If this keeps up, we won’t have anyone uninjured left for the roster AFTER Iron King is over!
[Mason and Masaru continue their brawling out into the crowd while fans and chairs scatter in their wake. That visual dissolves into the backstage area as Rowyn Starr approaches the gorilla position, the crowd letting out a thunderous pop at the sight of the fan favorite. The noise gets even louder as a shadow falls over him, someone blocking his way.]
Rowyn Starr: If you’ve got something to say to me, just say it, Johnny.
[The view swings around to show Johnny Rebel as he slowly drags the sunglasses he’s wearing down his nose.]
Johnny Rebel: Last week was just a warm-up, chief. You’re the real test. You hear them, Rowyn? They know I’m ready.
Rowyn Starr: Ready for your last professional match, you mean.
[Rebel just stares him down while Starr chuckles, shaking his head.]
Rowyn Starr: Well then. Let’s see those hands, old man.
[Rowyn Starr brushes past Johnny Rebel, the crowd popping again for the two veterans before music erupts over the speakers and we head on back to ringside for the action!] |
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jan 17, 2017 0:28:11 GMT
TALE OF THE TAPE
NAME: JOHNNY REBEL
AGE: 48
HT: 6'2"
WT: 232
STYLE: GRAPPLER
FINISHER: REBEL FLAG
NAME: ROWYN STARR
AGE: 33
HT: 6'2"
WT: 232
STYLE: TECHNICAL / POWER
FINISHER: TRAIL OF TEARS
Rowyn Starr vs. Johnny Rebel (First to come out is Johnny Rebel to ‘Small Town’ by John Cougar Melloncamp. Boos from the crowd over the man and his theme as Johnny Rebel makes his way out to ringside in jeans and a ‘Simply Put’ t-shirt. He laughs at a couple fans at ringside before making his way up the steps and into the ring. He goes to his corner as his theme ends, and is replaced with ‘Haunted’ by Poe. Out through the entrance comes a depressed looking Rowyn Starr, hanging his head as he walks to ringside. The fans cheer for him but it does nothing for Rowyn who blocks it all out on his walk to the ring. He takes the steps, steps through the ropes, and goes to his corner without even looking at the heckling Rebel. Oz checks both competitors hand wraps. After seeing the coast is clear, he signals for the bell ring. This causes Rowyn to finally look at his opponent, a smiling Rebel in a squared up stance. Rowyn then proceeds to fold both hands behind his back, begging for Rebel to hit him. Rebel shakes his head and says “is this guy for real?” Being Rowyn won’t fight back, Rebel starts throwing shots at him! They’re not the quickest, nevertheless Rowyn ducks and dodges the old man punches. Weaving in and out, refusing to engage but refusing to be punched. The fans are slightly entertained with this fighting tactic, or lack thereof as Rebel starts doing his best to hit his target. After a minute of non-engaging the fans are starting to get restless and boo. Luckily one of those old man punches catches Rowyn on the chin, putting him on the mat. It wasn’t the hardest looking punch, nevertheless Rowyn lays on the mat, refusing to get up. Oz counts down to ten with the crowd, ending the match with Johnny Rebel in victory.)WINNER: Johnny Rebel via TKO @ 4 minutes, 24 seconds.
Rodz: What in the hell is that!? Come on Rowyn, what the fuck!?
Alpine: He said in his promo two weeks ago that he would not fight Johnny Rebel. Only that he would duck and dodge till’ Rebel put him out of his misery.
Rodz: Look, I can understand pulling a Bob Sapp over a tough opponent, but Rowyn could’ve kicked this old man’s ass!
Alpine: It really is sad seeing a former PW World Champion reduced to this funk. Hopefully Rowyn can dig himself out of this trench and return to his former glory.(A gloating Rebel cackles on his way to the back as Rowyn sits up from the match, head hung low. Suddenly the PhoenixTron above the stage came to life, catching everyone's attention. On the screen appears an apartment door that is wide open. The camera begins to move through the apartment, which looks ransacked. The furniture is tossed all around, tables turned over, plates and glasses shattered on the floor. As the scene continues to move through the apartment, all attention falls to Rowyn in the ring, who is pacing back and forth in the ring; appearing as if he feels like he knows whose apartment this is.
The scene moves towards one of the bedrooms, where there appears to have been a struggle. Everything is knocked onto the floor with one exception, a picture frame on the nightstand. It appears to be a family portrait of some sort as the camera grows closer to it. As it slowly moves forward, the picture becomes clearly visible; it is a picture of Rowyn Starr's family; it is a picture of himself, his parents, and his sister. The scene cuts away and all attention is on Rowyn. A ring attendant brings him his phone as he anxiously flutters his fingers to get his hands on it. He now has the phone in his hand, scrolling through as he tries to find the number he is searching for. He finally does and puts the phone up to his ear. As he does, the screen comes back to life, showing a limousine parked in the parking lot.
Then a phone can be heard ringing as Mason Daniels walks into the scene. He pulls a pink phone out of his pocket and smirks as he looks down at who is calling. He picks up and lifts the phone to his ear, looking straight into the camera.)Mason: Sorry, Crystal can't come to the phone right now; can I take a message.(Mason hangs up and hops into the limousine; which takes off as he closes the door, the scene ending once more as all eyes are not on Rowyn, who is standing in the ring; a terrified and shocked look on his face as he tries to take in what all just happened. The look of terror and shock quickly disappears and is replace by a look of anger as he begins to go on a rampage inside the ring, trying to dismantle everything before security comes out to contain him.)Alpine: Alright, Mason has gone too far! Now he’s messing with Rowyn’s family?! As if the man’s life couldn’t get any worse.Rodz: I was waiting for that moment when Rowyn would finally delve into full blown Indian alcoholism. Looks like that day is here.Alpine: So tragic. Let’s go to a commercial please.[We cut away from ringside to commercial. Richard Roque pops up on the screen, once again flexing his muscular physique as he stands in front of his fine selection of equipment. Clips are shown of him pressing his legs in great form with other shots of him doing certain pulls with the different sets. Rock music played throughout as other people were shown giving their five-star review on the products. It all went back to Roque himself who didn’t even have to say anything to let the viewers know to “BUY NOW” in order to get fit, “Roque-Fit” so to speak. The commercial spot soon faded before a graphic was shown on the screen...Richard Roque pops up on the screen, once again flexing his muscular physique as he stands in front of his fine selection of equipment. Clips are shown of him pressing his legs in great form with other shots of him doing certain pulls with the different sets. Rock music played throughout as other people were shown giving their five-star review on the products. It all went back to Roque himself who didn’t even have to say anything to let the viewers know to “BUY NOW” in order to get fit, “Roque-Fit” so to speak. The commercial spot soon faded before a graphic was shown on the screen...] TALE OF THE TAPE
NAME: AURORA
AGE: 28
HT: 5'8"
WT: 145
STYLE: TECHNICAL / HIGH FLYER
FINISHER: GHOSTLY KISS DDT
NAME: SOPHIE EL
AGE: 23
HT: 5'8"
WT: 157
STYLE: STRENGTH BASED
FINISHER: SPLIT THE SKY
Aurora(c) vs. Sophie El (The lights dim and ‘Play Dead’ by Bjork hits over the PA, getting a good fan response as a purple spotlight shoots down on the ramp. Out comes Sophie El to a favorable reaction from the crowd. She slaps a few hands on her way to ringside, then slides into the ring. She goes over to her corner, adjusting her purple outfit as her theme ends. It’s replaced with ‘Cold’ by Static X, and out walks Aurora, draped in a similar purple spotlight. She holds her PW Rebirth Championship high causing purple sparks to shoot out from the ramp. After showing it off for a few seconds she makes her way ringside to a loud mixed reaction. She takes the steps, swings into the ring, and gives her belt to referee Malik Demitrious. The lights go back on and he holds the title up in the air, showing off the beautiful belt as ‘PW REBIRTH CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH’ flies up on the screen. After he does that he hands off the belt to the timekeeper and Aurora removes her thick black trench coat. She places it outside to one of the ring girls, and Malik is there to check her wraps. He checks her out, all looks good. Checks out Sophie, all looks good. With the coast clear Oz signals for the bell. The two women start things off with a friendly knuckle butt, and then square off. Aurora takes her time as she circles, being wary of making the first mistake. Sophie is much the same, taking her time as she studies Aurora’s footwork and stance. Aurora tries for a left leg kick and Sophie sees it coming, checking it instantly. This time she comes in with a 1-2 punch followed by a right leg kick, and catches Sophie. Sophie remains unfazed and patient, circling Aurora. She sees Aurora going for a leg kick and hits a spinning back kick to the stomach just in time, pushing Aurora back! Aurora grimaces, showing off her purple and black mouthguard but keeps her stance. Aurora remains unwavered and comes in with a big combo, getting Sophie to back up to the ropes. She rolls off of them and circles out, pegging Aurora with a jab. She then goes for another one only for Aurora to catch with her leg kick to the thigh, getting her to back up. Aurora goes for a big hook and in an unorthodox move Sophie catches the arm, slings her to the ropes, and shows off her power by hitting the Death Dealer and flipping Aurora inside and out to the “OHHH!!!”s of the crowd! She lands on her ass, looking a little woozy as Malik counts. Aurora shakes loose the cobwebs and pushes to her feet by three, giving Sophie a little wink as she gets up. The two start circling again and Aurora fakes for a leg kick and nails a nasty oblique kick, getting Sophie to stumble back a bit. Sophie tries to ignore the pain and fire off a big shot, but Aurora is ready for her with a big spinning backfist, knocking Sophie on her ass! The champ politely steps away as Malik administers a count. Sophie gets up right at three, not letting the shot get to her. In fact she tries to go for a jab-hook-spinning backfist combo, only for Aurora to back off, rolling her back against the ropes. To throw her off, Sophie runs at the ropes next to her, then flips off with a springboard Red Javelin! “HOLY SHIT!!” from the fans at Aurora being knocked down twice, with Malik warning her about the third time. Aurora clenches her jaw and nods, picking herself up and cracking her neck. Back to the circling and Aurora hits another oblique kick to the affected leg, causing Sophie’s left leg to buckle. Aurora then takes advantage of the drop with a big knee to the face, knocking Sophie back into a stumble against the ropes! Aurora launches in with a spot on Dragon Whip Kick, cracking her right in the eye with the shot and dropping her to the mat! A small trickle of blood comes from her eye. The culprit being the knee shot earlier, only made worse with the kick right after. As Malik counts Sophie can’t help but look determined when she gets back to her feet at the six count. Usually one to take her time, she goes into kill mode and presses towards Aurora. She tries to keep her at bay with oblique kicks and low kicks, Sophie dodges every one of them. She then comes in with a big deep kick to the chest, forcing Aurora to the corner! From there she starts picking away at a covering up Aurora as she tries to escape! The fans are on their feet at the champ in trouble, and then suddenly a sound which put everyone in a questioning mood.)DING DING DING!!!(Malik immediately steps in between the two confused wrestlers, separating them and telling them the fight is over. Both say, “what?” to which he points to Lenne Hardt. The red haired banshee informs everyone on what’s going on.)Hardt: This match has reached the fifteen minute time limit, and other any other circumstances would be declared a draw!(Hearty boos from the crowd.)Hardt: But due to this being a tournament match as well as a title match, there must be a declared victor. To this, we go to the judges scorecards.(The two confused women separate and walk to the center of the ring to find out what in the hell is going on. Malik stands between them with the Rebirth Championship in his hand. On the PhoenixTron are three legends of PW….Scott Rage, Latrisha, and ‘TNT’ Nick Stevenson. Scott Rage holds up his card, reading ‘29-28 Sophie.’)Hardt: The first judge scores it 29-28, Sophie.(Sophie smiles, closing her eyes and whispering to herself. Latrisha then holds up her card, reading 29-28 Aurora.)Hardt: The second judge scores it 29-28, Aurora.(Aurora looks wide eyed, saying “come on” over and over. Nick Stevenson then holds up his card and the fans give a loud mixed reaction. Already Aurora can be seen getting emotional.)Hardt: The third judge scores it 29-28, for the winner by split decision….ANNNNNNDDDDD STTTTTTTTTTIIIIILLLLLLLL PW REBIRTH CHAMPION, AUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOORRRRRRRRAAAAAAA!!!!WINNER, and STILL Rebirth Champion: Aurora via SPLIT DECISION @ 15 minutes.
Alpine: She did it! By golly Aurora retained in one her toughest matches yet!
Rodz: That girl Sophie is tough as hell. If she’s not tied down, Slaine better get her a contract ASAP.
Alpine: Even in a match that completely went against her style, Aurora found a way to prevail!
Rodz: There needs to be a rematch. I don’t care where, but next time bring the weapons!![Static-X's Cold pours over the speakers the drums pounding as Aurora is handed her Rebirth Championship by Malik. She takes it from his hands, holding it tightly for several seconds. She then approaches the emotional and applauding Sophie. Aurora reaches over and wipes her fingertips under Sophie's eyes, one hand up to her own lips as she herself chokes up, something none of these fans have ever seen from her. She speaks to Sophie, clearly saying thank you over and over, before she pulls her in tight for a hug. The crowd is on their feet as the action cuts backstage.]Lex Collins: ...an’ still. Fuckin’ hell.[He lifts his hand to rub it over his jaw, blood already caked on his knuckles under and between the strips of tape. He flinches when a voice speaks from behind him, interrupting him in the middle of pulling on his fight gloves.]?: You sound surprised?[He turns around to see Elena DeDraca leaning against the doorway, watching him with knowing eyes.]Lex Collins: Surprised? Nah. Just cycles like it’s 2014 all over again, that’s all. Ain’t nobody gonna take that crown from her once the streak gets rollin’, but they’re all gonna line up an’ try. Gotta end it now-Elena DeDraca: Trying to imply something, Lex? [Her eyes narrow as she takes a few steps towards him, her hand trailing over the lockers.]Elena DeDraca: I thought you were smarter than to make things petty and personal at a moment like this. Knowing how much-Lex Collins: Hold up. Don’t, alright. Just don’t. I want this as much as you do. Don’t let it headfuck you ‘fore we get out there.[Collins shakes his head.]Lex Collins: Wasn’t insultin’. Just statin’ fact. Maybe I’ll make it through an’ unseat her. Maybe you will. Hell, I kinda hope it’s one of us but…[Collins shrugs, pulling on his fight gloves as he moves towards the door, leaving her no choice but to follow. Instead she grabs him by the shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.]Elena DeDraca: Don’t walk away from me and don’t hand me this sorry bullshit, Lex. Fight me like I know you can and when the bell rings, when the dust settles, we’ll still be on good terms. Otherwise?[Lex nods, holding out his hand for her to shake.] Lex Collins: No otherwise. We’re still good. Still cool. Promise.[She shakes it firmly, her eyes locked on his with determination before the view shifts back to ringside.]TALE OF THE TAPE
NAME: LEX COLLINS
AGE: 34
HT: 6'0"
WT: 195
STYLE: STRONG STYLE
FINISHER: WRECKAGE
NAME: ELENA DEDRACA
AGE: 28
HT: 5'8"
WT: 120
STYLE: TECHNICAL
FINISHER: PAINKILLER
Lex Collins vs. Elena DeDraca
(The fans are treated to ‘Painkiller’ by Judas Priest first, eliciting a good pop for the British grappler Elena. She comes side galloping out to ringside, then slides in the ring and spreads her arms out over the ropes. She takes off her leather jacket and hands it to a ring attendant as her theme comes to an end and is replaced with ‘Re-Education’(Through Labor) by Rise Against. Out from the back steps Lex Collins getting a very favorable reaction from the crowd. He rolls out the kinks in his neck on the way to the ring, then rolls in and goes to his corner. Elena stretches a little in her corner as the two prepare to do battle. Referee Oz Oxford Jr. checks with both competitors, then signals for the bell. The two step to the center of the ring, giving a quick handshake before locking up. Lex easily shows off his power advantage, trying to bully Elena to the ropes. Elena snakes out from behind with a hammerlock and pushes down on the calf of Lex. With his free hand he wags his finger in defiance and uses the kneeling position to roll out and secure Elena in a northern lights suplex, dumping her over! He goes for the bridge but only gets a one count. Lex tries to catch her as she’s getting up but the quick Elena is able secure an ankle pick, get in close, then trip Lex to the mat. Lex scoots back to the ropes, trying to use them to stand as Elena bears down on him and tries to grapevine the leg. Before she can Lex grabs onto the top rope behind him and pulls himself up, then ducks a lock up attempt for a snap scoop slam! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Elena holds her spine in pain. Lex gives her no time to breathe as he goes for a sleeperhold. He’s able to get ten seconds of it until Elena torques her body close to the ropes and places a leg on the bottom one. Oz sees and breaks the hold, and Lex goes from behind and secures her in a belly to back grip, lifting her off the mat. However Elena hooks on with her legs as he lifts, causing him to lose leverage and allowing her to roll forward and drop Lex to the mat! With Elena grounded and behind him, she goes for a heel hook! She torques as Lex screams, looking for a way out but he’s quite far from the ropes. The fans stand at the possible tap out but the ever resilient Lex isn’t about to go out that way. He rolls over his body weight on the mat twice, loosening up Elena’s grip as she rolls with him. With a good opening he snakes his foot out and hops to the mat, favoring his affected right leg. Elena sees that right leg dumping on him and she goes for a takedown. Lex sees it coming and latches on with a guillotine, taking Elena to the mat! Elena fights the move the best she can, standing up and trying to wiggle her head out to the side before Lex can crank it. He gets a tight hold anyways but it’s null and void as Elena grabs onto the middle rope, breaking the hold. Elena backs off, taking a moment to breathe after being choked. Lex composes himself and the two get in a circle, looking for an opening. Elena looks to be going for that leg again with another takedown. Lex sprawls, seeing the takedown coming. However this leaves him open for a Painkiller from Elena, who leaps and latches onto him! Elena torques Lex’s body in the center of the ring, pulling back on his arm in mid air. Lex isn’t about to tap though, surviving for a good fifteen seconds before getting desperate and ramming her back in the turnbuckles behind him! Elena collapses to the mat as the bell rings.)DING DING DING!Alpine: Well I guess we go to another judges’ decision! Hell of a scrap between these two.
Rodz: If this were anything other than a grappling match Lex would’ve knocked that sexy translucent bitch out.
Alpine: That’s your opinion, Lenne do your thing.(Elena and Lex give each other a nod of respect as Oz gets between them. Lenne Hardt gets in the ring and announces the verdict.)Hardt: Due to a time limit draw, we will now go to a judges’ decisionThe judges appear on the PhoenixTron ready with their scorecards. All of them read 30-28 Elena. Elena screams for joy as Hardt announces it.)Hardt: Your winner by unanimous decision, ELLLLLLLLEEENNNNNNAAAAA DDDDEEEEEEEEEDRRRRRAAAAAACCCCCCCAAAA!!!!!!!
WINNER: Elena DeDraca via UNANIMOUS DECISION @ 15 minutes.
Alpine: Those two gave it their all, but Elena’s youth and speed gave her a edge with judges.
Rodz: If there’s one thing I’ve learned about grappling, Brazilians and the Brits know their shit. This girl indeed knows her shit and is going to be tough fight for Veronica or Bailey.[Lex dips his head low as ‘Painkiller’ plays, but still claps for his friend winning. Elena takes her hand back from the referee and moves towards him, she stares at him for long moments before she extends her hand to him for a firm shake, the fans cheering as they turn away and start to leave the ring. From there the cameras cut backstage to find Veronica Valiant, talking to herself in the locker room mirror as she gets ready for her match against Bailey Kaitlin Huff.]Veronica Valiant: I showed them last Redemption just a taste of what I'm capable of, these people will learn not to mess with me. I don't care who it is, and speaking of who does that Aurora think she is, interfering in my business like that? Attacking me for no reason, I'll have my revenge mark my words. I don't care who it is, if they stick their nose into matters that don't concern them they're going to pay. It's a shame that Phillip failed me as a partner because then I could take away what she really wants, those duos titles... either way I will get even. [She leans in close and then back out, satisfied by what she sees.]Veronica Valiant: As far as Bee Kay HAYtch goes, that girl may be tall but that's all she's got over me. I will take her out of contention, I will dump the chessboard over for her, it is not going to be pretty... but she should be used to that.[The cameras go back to ringside.]
Alpine: Valiant is on a little high after all the beatdowns she gave last week. BKH seems to be in a whole other realm than her previous opposition.
Rodz: Well yeah because she's half alien. That's the only way to explain her slenderman limbs and otherwordly jiu jitsu.
Alpine: Rodz and his crazy conspiracy theories. Let's head to ringside.TALE OF THE TAPE
NAME: Veronica Valiant
AGE: 21
HT: 5'5"
WT: 110
STYLE: STRATEGIST
FINISHER: HEARTBREAK AVENUE
NAME: BAILEY KAITLIN HUFF
AGE: 21
HT: 6'3"
WT: 174
STYLE: SUBMISSION / GRAPPLING
FINISHER: CHOKE OUTS
Bailey Kaitlin Huff vs. Veronica Valiant (‘Boyz In The Hood’ by Eazy E plays over the PA, getting a decent pop from the crowd. Some of them start singing along with the popular song lyrics as BKH makes her way out through the curtains. She stops by the camera on the way to the ring, showing off her pink ‘BKH’ mouthguard before rolling into the ring. She takes to her corner and starts stretching as her theme ends and is replaced with ‘The World Is Not Enough’ by Garbage. Boos pour out from the crowd as Valiant comes out through the curtains jawing to the crowd. She takes her suit jacket off as she walks to the ring and throws it right in the face of the ring girl ringside before stomping up the ring steps. She steps in the ring and doesn’t even wait for the bell. She grabs a hold of Bailey’s head and shoves her back to the corner. Oz doesn’t even both to break it, he just says fine and rings for the bell. As she’s in the corner though he warns her about grabbing the hair. She hisses at him and this allows Bailey to take advantage. She grabs onto Veronica’s torso and throws up her body weight, in turn dragging Veronica down and into guard. Already she’s working for a triangle armbar, cinching it in tight as Veronica fights. Unfortunately Valiant is fairly close to the ropes and grabs the top with one hand. Oz Jr. breaks the hold and the two women come to a stand with Valiant keeping her distance this time. She backs out of the corner as a composed BKH walks toward her, looking for an opening. Valiant grabs for a collar and elbow tie up then quickly reverses it to a headlock. BKH however uses her long limbs to her advantage and tucks a leg over Valiant’s and pushes from behind, tripping her to the mat! From there she immediately goes for back mount, looking to lock in a rear naked choke. Not about to give up that easy, Valiant comes to a stand with BKH on her back, hooks her head, and hits her with a backpack stunner! Oz Oxford Jr. warns her about using a borderline move like that and she waves him off. Bailey tries to get up to her feet quickly but Valiant is on her, hooking her from behind and throwing her on her head with the Mile High Club! “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as she hits the mat and grabs the back of her head in pain. Valiant laughs, then runs a finger across her throat before picking up a weakened BKH and slinging her arm up over her shoulder. She then drops her to the mat with the P45! However she doesn’t get to go for the anaconda vice part as BKH has latched onto the head of Valiant, holding her close to her as she uses her long legs to grapevine Valiant’s. Valiant gives her a punch to the side, getting a warning from Oz Jr. This only makes BKH more aggressive as she grabs on tight to her opposite arm and cranks as she tugs on Veronica’s lower torso with her legs. Within seconds Veronica Valiant is tapping, leaving a confused Oz Oxford Jr. ringing for the bell!!)WINNER: Bailey Kaitlin Huff via SUBMISSION @ 11 minutes, 04 seconds.
Alpine: What? What just happened?
Rodz: An expert grappler is what just happened. I don’t know the name of the move but BKH just choked her out from mount!
Alpine: Really? Very impressive. Veronica Valiant is no spring chicken either.
Rodz: Did I ever mention how much I love eating spring chicken?
Alpine: No and I don’t care. With BKH advancing, that means we get Elena DeDraca versus Bailey Kaitlin Huff in what should be an exciting quarter final match![As Bailey’s music plays Veronica reacts with a shocked expression, recovering from Bailey's taking her down. She comes up between the referee and BKH, violently pushing the two apart and making the referee stumble back. She gets in Bailey’s face as best she can due to Bailey’s height, jabbing her in the chest with a stiff finger as Bailey’s brows draw down. Valiant rears back and reaches up as if she intends to slap Huff, but hits her with those stiff fingers to the throat. Bailey rears back with her hands flying up to protect her neck, Veronica peppers her with some wild punches and kicks at Huff’s knee, until Huff fights back and shoves her towards the ropes! Instead of rebounding into the waiting counter attack by Huff, Valiant slides out of the ring and drops off the apron, jawing at Huff and screaming that she’ll never be half the star that she is!
The cameras cut away from ringside where they find Iron King competitor Zack Jones, who is just finishing up a rolling session with a training partner unknown to PW fans. The pair break and step back, the partner laughing ruefully as it’s clear Jones has had this in hand the whole time. He hands Zack a bottle of water and leaves, as Zack towels off his sweat he turns to look at the camera.]
Zack Jones: I’m sure you all wonder where my head’s at - well, you shouldn’t. I said this earlier, but man it still applies right now, right as I’m ready to go into this match. The smart money would be on Flame to out grapple me in this match and punch his ticket into the next round. The smart money would be on practically everyone else looking a lot better than I would at the whole grappling thing that’s got to wrestle in a grappling only match.And that’s what I want. I want to go into this as the weakest in this category. I want to have this disadvantage. I want to be the one everyone expects to honestly be the worst at this stipulation. [Zack pauses and takes a drink of water before he sets the bottle down.]
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Post by Slaine Rodrick on Jan 17, 2017 0:28:43 GMT
[The cameras cut to the parking lot only to find Flame, while he's not deliberately hiding there are shadows cast over him and a wreath of smoke appears as he exhales after a long draw on the Swisher he is smoking on. The cherry flares up as he takes another draw, exhales and then chuckles just a little.]Flame: That was interesting, what Mason did. It's amazing to see what one can do after they let the darkness out, isn't it? Am I right, Zack? I know you're listening - or you will be. Look at what Mason is able to do now that he doesn't restrain it. [He takes another draw, and then pitches the Swisher off further into the lot.]Flame: We just want what's best for you Zack! It's time for Redemption and I don't just mean this catchy little show name... step into this glory, Zack, if you can. [He walks away, heading back in for his upcoming match.]TALE OF THE TAPE
NAME: FLAME
AGE: 25
HT: 6'2"
WT: 185
STYLE: HIGH RISK / HARDCORE
FINISHER: BLAZIN’ SPLASH
NAME: ZACK JONES
AGE: 27
HT: 5'10"
WT: 196
STYLE: HIGH FLYING
FINISHER: TILT-A-WHIRL
Flame vs. Zack Jones (After Hardt gets done announcing it’s time for the co-main event of the evening, ‘Earthquake’ by Labrinth hits. Out through the curtains emerges Zack Jones to a very good pop from the crowd. He raises a fist on the entrance ramp, getting a shower of green sparks before heading to ringside. He slaps a couple hands on his way to the ring, then slides in the ring and does a front handspring, showing off his flexibility. His theme ends and is replaced with ‘Crawling Remix’ by Lincoln Park. The lights dim and the boos hit as Flame makes his way out through the curtains. He rubs a hand through his long hair as he looks at Zack. Just then two walls of flames pop out from the sides of him on the entrance ramp, leading him down to ringside. He ignores the fans and rolls into the ring, stepping up to Zack right away as Oz Oxford Jr. pushes him back. The lights go back on and his theme ends, leaving both men to retreat to their corners. With a safe distance between both of them, Oz Oxford Jr. rings for the bell. Both men make their way to the center of the ring, feeling each other out as they round. Zack goes for a collar and elbow tie up and jostles for position with Flame, but flame quickly reverses out, takes the back, and attempts for a Fire Starter! However Zack is able to dump him with a neckbreaker before he can, getting Flame off of him. Flame shakes off the move and ducks a tie up in favor of shoving his shoulder into Zack and pushing him into the nearest turnbuckle. Oz Oxford Jr. warns Flame about using his shoulder as a strike, but he’s not given much time as Zack hooks Flame in a headlock, hops to top rope, and tries to fly off for a tornado DDT! However Flame throws Zack off, then hits him with a Fireball as soon as he lands!! “OOHHH!!”s from the crowd as Flame goes for the pinfall, unfortunately getting only a one count. He yanks up Zack by his hair, getting a warning from the referee as he places him in his lap. With a lift up he gets him on his shoulders, looking for a Fuego Bomb. However Zack is still fresh and flips around his torso, dumping Flame on his head with a reverse frankensteiner!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as Flame rolls to the outside, holding his head and recovering. Oz administers a count as Zack crouches down, looking for a high flying move. He bounces off the ropes, comes charging towards Flame, and springs off the top with a springboard hurricanrana! However Flame is able to reverse and Fuego Bombs Zack into the apron!! “HOLY SHIT!!!” from the crowd as he smiles and rolls into the ring. Zack grimaces and rolls into the ring at the seven count, and Flame is on him. Flame picks him up from behind, looking to go for a german suplex. Zack goes to back elbow, but stops himself. This still leaves an opening, allowing him to back body drop Zack to the mat. With Zack down on the mat he hooks him in a side headlock, but this doesn’t last long as Zack is able to use his nimble legs to reach the ropes for a break. Flame releases after a four count, getting a warning from Oz. He picks up Zack in a headlock, slings him back for a suplex, but Zack still is in the game and flips out behind him! Flame ain’t having that and rushes Zack for a Fireball, only for him to dodge and allow Flame to ram shoulder first into the turnbuckles! He comes out of the corner grabbing his left shoulder and grimacing, leaving an open opportunity for Zack Jones to spring off the ropes and hit him with a satellite headscissors! “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd as he hits the mat. Relentless, Zack picks up Flame on his shoulders, screams, and drops Flame with the Tilt-A-Whirl!! “OHHH”s as he goes for the pin, only to hear the bell right as Oz is about to start slapping the mat.)DING DING DING!!!Alpine: And with that we go to the judge’s verdict for the third time tonight. Really tough one to score.
Rodz: For two guys known to be high flyers, they made this match pretty good. I was expecting a snoozefest and they delivered, well done you underwear model lookin’ motherfuckers.(Hardt makes her way to the ring as Oz Oxford Jr. stands between both men in the middle of the ring. The PhoenixTron comes to life and there are Rage, Latrisha, and Stevenson. Rage holds up his card first, reading ‘29-28 Jones’.)Hardt: The first judge scores it 29-28, Jones.(Zack smiles and looks relieved as the crowd cheers. Latrisha puts her card up, reading ‘29-28 Flame’.)Hardt: The second judge scores it 29-28, Flame.(Flame screams “YEAH!!” aggressively, nodding his head to the booing crowd. Stevenson holds up his final card, and that “YEAH!!” turns to “FUCK!!!” Immediately he leaves the ring pissed as Zack has his hand raised.)
Hardt: And the third judge scores this 29-28, for the winner by split decision…..ZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK JJJJJOOOONNNNNNEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!WINNER: Zack Jones via SPLIT DECISION @ 15 minutes.Alpine: Alright, what is this madman doing?
Rodz: He’s digging under the ring for something. Hopefully something violent and cool.[After a little bit of rifling Flame pulls out from under the ring an industrial flamethrower. Zack is too distracted with his hard fought win to focus on Flame who is slipping on the gasoline loaded backpack. Flame then takes the steps, steps into the ring, and aims at the back of Zack’s head with a sinister smile.]Alpine: NO FLAME DON’T DO IT!!!
Rodz: SMOKE THE PRETTY BOY!!![Luckily Zack notices the fans frantically yelling in front of him to dive down, and he takes caution, pulling Oz Oxford Jr. down with him in the knick of time!! A giant fireball blows over their heads, and Zack quickly tries to shove the massive girth of Oz Oxford Jr. out of the ring. This proves to be quite the challenge as Zack struggles to get the obese man out of the ring. Meanwhile Flame walks slowly towards Zack, who is panicking as he tries his best to push out Oz. The fans are biting their hands as Flame aims at his target. Finally Oz stops dead weighting and rolls out, allowing Zack to roll out just in time! Another fireball shoots through the ropes, narrowly hitting Zack’s torso. Quickly Zack leaves the ring, backtracking with a look of fear as Flame stands there with a maniacal grimace. Security runs down to try to disarm Flame as we cut backstage to Cassius Reed, who is eating popcorn while he watches the action on a monitor.]Cassius: HA HA! Look at this fool. A demon shooting fireballs at people. Good thing he’s been purged from this tournament. Now, just to get him out of that ring…[Security tries to find an opening to enter the ring, but each time a fireball is blown their way.]Cassius: That ain’t my problem. I got enough problems to deal with. Now, not sure if the PW fans at home are aware of this, but I’m fighting the actual real life devil tonight. That’s right, yours truly will get a chance to show off his skills in the main event and send that evil old bastard back to the hellpit he belongs in![He realizes the cameraman is still focused on the monitior and he grabs him and turns him around to face Cassius instead.]Cassius: Hey. HEY!! YOU HEAR ME!? I’M FIGHTING THE DEVIL AND YOU FOCUSED ON HIS MINION. THIS IS THE REAL DEAL!!![Seeing that he’s a little hyped, Cassius takes a couple deep breaths and calms down.]Cassius: Sorry. I get a little worked up. Just know I’m gonna work him good. Everyone is doubting me. Don’t care. Know why?[Cassius goes to tell the cameraman something, then stops what he’s saying.]Cassius: I got a secret weapon….however I ain’t letting you, or the world know about it till’ the time is right.[Suddenly he does an impromptu split to a slide up air punch.]Cassius: I GOT THE POW-AH!!![Cassius hums the beat to the C and C classic as he walks out of the scene. Cut back to the booth.]Alpine: Finally we got that maniac Flame out of here. He almost fried a few of our security guys.
Rodz: I just want to know where he got that awesome flamethrower. I’m totally buying one with my tax check.
Alpine: Good for you Johnny. Up next we have a very confident Cassius Reed facing off against one of the most talented veterans to ever compete in Phoenix Wrestling, Andreas Lasiewicz.
Rodz: I really don’t see why Cassius is so confident. His main tool, his punches have been taken away.
Alpine: He’s entering as a massive underdog. It’s going to take a miracle for Cassius to beat a motivated Andreas.TALE OF THE TAPE
NAME: CASSIUS REED
AGE: 25
HT: 6'0"
WT: 205
STYLE: FUNKY AMERICAN JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT / BOXING
FINISHER: FUNKENSTEINER
NAME: ANDREAS LASIEWICZ
AGE: 42
HT: 6'3"
WT: 267
STYLE: UNIQUE
FINISHER: THE UNFORGETTABLE FIRE
MAIN EVENT Cassius Reed vs. Andreas Lasiewicz (Being the ring is all clear, the lights dim. ‘You Suck’ by Pour Habits plays, bringing on the boos from the crowd. Lenne Hardt stands in the ring, ready to announce the main event.)Hardt: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the main event of the evening!!!(Cheers from the audience.)Hardt: This match will be held under grappling only rules, strictly prohibiting striking. (Hardt takes a deep breath before she introduces the competitor making his way ringside.)Hardt: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 205 pounds….he is the “Cassius Reed Experience”.....CASSSSSSIIIIIUUUUUUUSSSSSSS RRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD!!!!
Alpine: It looks Cassius is realizing what he’s up against.
Rodz: All the comedy in the world won’t save your soul Cassius. He knows that and he’s currently shitting his pants.(Cassius walks down the ramp with a water bottle looking not as he cocky as he did earlier. The fact he’s wrestling Andreas is settling in for the young grappler as he walks up the ring steps and takes his corner. He sets his water bottle down in the corner and starts adjusting his kick pads, making sure they’re tight. He stares straight ahead at the curtains as his theme ends. The lights shut off, bringing on the cheers as Cassius hunches down and stares straight ahead. ‘Time’ (Instrumental Core Remix) by Hans Zimmer plays, and out through the curtains steps Andreas Lasiewicz under a blood red spotlight. It follows him to the the ring as he scowls at Cassius, looking him dead in the eye.)Hardt: And his opponent….weighing in at 267 pounds….’THE MORNING STAR’ ANDDDDDDRRRRRREEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSS LLLLLAAASSSSSSIIEEEEEWWWWWIIIICCCCZZZZ!!!!
Alpine: Andreas is boring through him with those hot coals for eyes. I don’t think there’s a man on earth he can’t intimidate by just looking at them.
Rodz: I think Legacy might disagree with you there.(Lasiewicz takes his time walking to the ring, never taking his eyes off of Cassius as he cracks his knuckles and shakes out his wrists. He ascends the steps, swings through the ropes, and stands in his corner as he removes his satanic gold studded hooded jacket. Oz Oxford Jr. cautiously makes his way over, giving him a brief pat down with wide eyes of terror before shuffling over to Cassius and patting him down. The spotlight shuts off, the lights go back on, and his theme ends. With both competitors, well one of the competitors ready, the ref signals for the bell.)DING DING DING!!!(Andreas rushes right for Cassius, and predictably Cassius hops to the outside and points to his head. Little does he know the lightning fast Andreas has slid out the ring and is behind him, already hooking him for a german suplex. He tries to fight it, but it’s no use. Andreas throws him up and over with a german release suplex! However the ever nimble Cassius is able to land on his feet, stumbling a bit as his back crashes into the barricade. Andreas snarls and chases after him again, this time Cassius sliding into the ring just as Andreas snatches for him. Andreas slides in the ring in hot pursuit, and is immediately met with a headlock from Cassius. He tries to grind down Andreas with a front chancery, but soon finds out that’s a bad idea as Andreas lifts him up and over by his legs, then converts into an avalanche spinebuster, leaving Cassius cringing on the mat! The cocky Andreas places a boot over the chest of Cassius, demanding Oz count.)
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(Cassius realizes the error of his ways, as quickly kicking out of a Lasiewicz move is a good way to piss him off. Andreas grabs a hold of his fro and yanks him to his feet, being warned by Oz Oxford Jr. the whole time. He then hooks him by his head, lifts him up effortlessly, and drops him on his head with an implant DDT!! “OHHHS!!” from the audience as Andreas sits down next to him, plotting his next move.)Alpine: Andreas predictably is in the driver’s seat and is looking to take Cassius out as quickly as possible.
Rodz: I hope Cassius has an ether rag in that fro of his. He’s going to need something to stop this raging beast.(Andreas smiles and grabs a hold of Cassius’s hair, bringing Oz in his face once again. Lass ignores him and pulls Cassius to his feet. He then grips him by his throat, holds him up high, and chokeslams him into the mat to “OHHH!!!”s from the crowd. Cassius arches his spine in pain, letting out groans of agony as Andreas takes his time, walking around his prey. This time to get the ref off his ass, he picks up Cassius by the back of his tights. Once again he hooks him, this time in a full nelson. Cassius instinctively goes for a low blow, but stops himself from doing so. Unfortunately this leaves him no time to defend himself, and he’s dumped onto his head with a perfect form dragon suplex! Oz slides down for the count.)
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(And a kickout. Cassius is breathing heavy and looking hurt as Andreas is nodding, seemingly enjoying the dismantling of Cassius. Once again he tugs up Cassius by his tights, this time flipping him around and hooking him for a belly to belly suplex. He then throws him backwards, sending the back of his head crashing into the middle pad!! “HOLY SHIT!!!” from the crowd as Cassius lays in a painful upside down position, cringing and groaning. Andreas slowly walks over his way, smiling at his handiwork. He then hook Cassius by his legs, wheelbarrow style, then throws him out of the corner! However Cassius is able to hook Andreas’s head and drop him with a bulldog from the position out of nowhere! The crowd is going nuts as Cassius lays there next to Andreas, unable to capitalize on the tide changing move.)Rodz: Ya got him Cass!! Stop fucking around and keep up the momentum!
Alpine: He’s been dropped on his head for the better part of five minutes. Give him a second to think.(Cassius looks over to Andreas next to him and does his best to crawl away from him. Andreas is recovering from the bulldog quickly and sees Cassius slinking away. Like a man possessed he pops to his feet, grabbing onto Cassius’s free leg right before he can slide out of the ring. Cassius screams “HELP ME!!!” as Andreas pulls him up into his lap. He goes for a powerbomb, but Cassius does a lightning quick eye poke, stunning Andreas. Just as Oz goes to warn him, Cassius capitalizes on Andreas’s shoulders by hurricanranaing him up and over the top rope! The crowd cheers as Andreas fumbles up and over. Not looking so much hurt as he is pissed off. Before he has time to react though Cassius springs over the top rope with a Sweet Christmas! Nailing Andreas with the sunset flip powerbomb to the outer mat! “HOLY SHIT!!” from the crowd as Cassius gets caught up in the moment and starts leaping and pumping his fist in the air for joy. He then realizes the referee is counting and slides into the ring. He demands Oz Oxford Jr. count faster, to which Oz stops and says I’m counting at the speed I’m supposed to. Andreas gets to his feet at seven and snarls at Cassius, causing him to freak out and shake the referee, demanding he count faster. Being he ignores Cassius, Cassius acts out of desperation and slides out of the ring by his corner, just as Andreas gets in the ring. He snatches the water bottle he brought down and takes a big gulp, but doesn’t spit or swallow.)Alpine: Now’s not the time for refreshments Cassius, you have a very dangerous man after you!
Rodz: If that’s vodka in there I firmly disagree with you.(Andreas goes to wave Cassius in the ring, and just as he gets close enough to the ropes Cassius sprays the water mist in his eyes!! “OHHH!!”s from the crowd as a blinded Andreas back off and rubs his eyes. Being his window is open, Cassius springs on the outer mat, grabs a hold of the top rope, and flies off with a Son Of Funkenstein!! “HOLY SHIT!!!” from the crowd as Cassius nails the reverse springboard hurricanrana, then proceeds to go for the pin! Since Oz is distracted, Cassius uses the ropes for leverage!!)
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3!!!!Hardt: Your winner of the match, and advancing in the Iron King Tournament….CCCCAAAAAASSSSSSSIIIIIUUUUUSSSSS RRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD!!!
WINNER: Cassius Reed via PINFALL @ 11 minutes, 48 seconds.Alpine: WOW what an upset!! Cassius Reed just beat a legend in the business!!! It was a dirty win, but he advances in the Iron King Tournament over one of the men predicted to win it!! Rodz: Dirty don’t mean shit. Only important thing is people looking at wikipedia and seeing ‘Cassius Reed defeated Andreas Lasiewicz via pinfall.’ [Cassius held a cautious glare towards Andreas to which he kept his distance. Andreas stared at him for a minute hard, a look that meant trouble. He then decides to nod at Cassius to which Cassius slowly returned with a nod of his own out of respect to Andreas. Andreas makes his way out of the ring shaking his head as Cassius remains overjoyed with excitement over the huge win. He gets near one of the cameras as he yells into it...]REED: I BEAT HIM BEFORE YOU, ARIES! EAT IT! Alpine: Well, that was...nice! Rodz: Cassius deserves to gloat, he just be one of the best out there tonight. Give that man some love, Freddy! Alpine: Wait did I just hear him say something about... holy water? Rodz: Well when you're dealing with the devil himself I guess you use whatever you have to man! [Cassius’s theme of You Suck continues playing as the cameras focus on the two commentators]Alpine: Tonight was yet another amazing turnout as we get even closer to crowning the 2017 Iron King. Rodz: Or even Queen. Iron Queen. Tonight we did even closer. So excited for Round 4! Alpine: Indeed. It could very well be an Iron Queen. We shall see come the 31st. Thank you for being with us for yet another action-packed edition of Redemption. Rodz: We gotta be in the millions with the subs. Like Khaled, we the bessttt! Alpine: And so are the fans who tune into watch. From Valley View Casino Center here in San Diego, we’ll see you soon. Goodnight! [The feed shortly cuts after the commentating duo wave off to the cameras with the fans behind them trying to get one last shot in. End of feed.]
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