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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:06:38 GMT
-Pre Show- Bum Fight Championship Match Ralph “The Human Vomit” Grosse vs Capt. Pelican Writer: The Commish -----------
Fans still pile into the greatest arena of them all, Madison Square Garden, to see a new spectacle. Many seats remain unfilled when “We the People” by A Tribe Called Quest plays over the system. New Blood Wrestling Commissioner “Old Jo” Lamarche walks down the ramp in a ragged but shiny tailcoat. Fans, many in old UCI T-shirts, gather to see this ringmaster walk to the announcer’s table. He joins the stunning Sarah Conway with the headphones merging with his jungle of graying dreadlocks and hermit beard. Lamarche grabs a mic to address the crowd.
Commish: Time to get this show started! Who’s ready for some blood?
People join in demanding a show. The Commissioner lets them rile up before butting back in.
Commish: You heard ‘em boys, hit the music!
“Pretty Fly for a White Boy” (instrumental) kicks up with the unveiling of their Bum Fights champion in all his flannel glory, Ralph “The Human Vomit” Grosse. Fans of NBW know his face while others look on confused to this sore sight of a young man in torn clothes and an unkempt beard. Ralph high fives anyone close to the steel barricade as he jogs to the ring. He then slides into the ring, the Cardboard Crown hanging over his shoulder.
Commish: Give it up for Ralph! All right – all right. Now his opponent, a teller of tall tales, someone who’s seen the horrors of this world, give it up for Captain Pelican!
“Pelicans We” by Cosmo Sheldrake sounds with no one showing. The music continues; at that moment, fans grow restless. Boos follow with Ralph leaning on the ropes. Lamarche grabs a production assistant. His co-part hides her face with the deranged shouting between him and this lowly SYFY worker.
Conway: Folks, we have no idea where Captain Pelican has gone. But when we know… Commissioner, look! He’s over there!
Everyone erupts with sudden appearance of an overweight old man in yellow fisherman’s gear. Ralph turns to his side, demanding the elusive seaman enter his ring. Tempers flare with both screaming at each other.
Commish: Blood is about to spill here, and we know how much these two hate each other.
Conway: Those new to the show are witnessing it now. Who’s got the better chance tonight, Commish?
Commish: Ralph is champ for a reason. Oh man, here he goes!
Conway: What the fu— Captain Pelican harpooned the champion!
Ralph, getting fed up with this battle of words, vaulted the ropes only to meet a harpoon to the chest. Captain Pelican flops over the barricade and takes the whole section with him. Ralph rolls and crawls towards the announcer’s table where Sarah Conway covers her face. The Commissioner stands over it egging them on.
Commish: Get on your feet!
Conway: I cannot watch this. OMG, how is he still standing?
Commish: Because he’s a champion!
Grosse pulls the barbed weapon from his stomach and throws it at the psychotic fisher. His shot misses, nearly hitting a fan in the process, but Grosse charges the still downed man dressed like the Gorton’s Man. He clubs with fists until the Captain pushes him away.
Conway: Paramedics are here, but security is keeping them back.
Commish: Get him in the ring!
Conway: Well folks, this fight has taken a turn for the worst, breaking down into an all-out brawl. Dentists everywhere are averting their eyes from this slobber, knocker.
Commish: Well, that was something.
Conway: Owner and CEO, Vincent Pryde has security pulling them apart. Medics can now attend to those injuries.
Commish: Damned fools, now we have to hose the arena down.
Conway: You said it Commish, these guys are pure hatred. But who could have seen it ending like this?
Commish: Amateurs…
Conway: Viewers, stay tuned as we kick off the New Year with New Blood Wrestling, an all-new era but all the same blood. We’ll be right back…
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:11:44 GMT
NBW First Blood Division Match Matt Angel vs Emmit Kraus Writer: The Commish
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Fireworks stream across the arena rafters announcing day one of New Blood Wrestling – live from the greatest arena in the whole world, Madison Square Garden. Tons of silvery steel flash black and red with sparklers blasting away. NBW flashes across its giant screen several times. Fans rile up with the appearance of stage crew rolling out a massive throne chair. Seated upon it, in all his majesty, shows the regal form of the sleazy yet fine-wine refined promoter Vincent Pryde. He swirls a reddish drink from inside a brandy snifter while the show lights settle. A black shirt brings a mic with a quick sound check, then disappears into the unlit void.
Pryde: Welcome to New Blood Wrestling… a thrill-fest from end to end… a rollercoaster that careens from its track, killing all aboard – and they loved every minute before their untimely doom. We are the new blood. Unlike those things thrown out with the bathwater, blood does not so easily run… and that is why we hold church this bloody Monday. Now – to the violence!
"To The Violence"
Old fans echo his decree while previous fans of UCI clap or look on confused as to why the Owner has taken this seat atop the entrance ramp. His style both welcomes and confounds those still filtering in for the first match with beers tightly gripped. Pryde slides back in his seat with both legs dangling over the armrests, waiting for the first combatant to show.
Conway: Welcome to wrestling’s newest home, it’s Monday Bloody Monday. I’m Sarah Conway, and thank you for welcoming us into your homes. The devilishly handsome St. Remi of UCI fame joins me tonight.
St. Remi: I thank you.
Conway: As well as my colleague, Charlie Hanson.
Charlie: Aloha.
Conway: This matchup features the first contenders for a revamped First Blood Title. As always, First Blood matches are presided by Owner Vincent Pryde and unlike the normal first blood match rules, we want blood and a pinfall or submission… And if they can’t deliver on that, then Mr. Pryde will take an all out knock out.
Charlie: To the violence!
"I will Show You" By From Ashes To New blasts from the PA system, Matt Angel walks out and with his arms raised.
Abbi Stein: Guess who, it’s ya girl Abbi!! First, we have that little flippy-boy… Matt Angel!
Angel walks down the ramp way high-fiving the fans. He jumps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and also celebrates cheering to the fans.
Conway: A fan favorite from UCI—
St. Remi: Here we go again…
Conway: Well he was!
Charlie: I love his fast-paced style. Wish I could do some of those cool flips.
St. Remi: That can be arranged.
Emmit Kraus steps onto the stage as “Getting Away With Murder” plays him out. As the music cuts, he stops at the edge of the ramp and looks out among the crowd. He smirks as the music picks up and he continues walking to the ring.
Abbi Stein: Next up is the backstabber elite… that clever shit… Emmit Cross – Kraus – Whatever!
Conway: Now here’s someone up your alley, Remi.
St. Remi: Needs to work on his smile. No teeth no contract… could be worse though.
Charlie: Ha, she called him a backstabber.
Conway: From what we know of Kraus, Matt Angel should expect something on that level. With this being the first match of New Blood Wrestling. You have to expect a little more from these competitors. It’s not often you get to be the first at anything.
St. Remi: And one will be the first loser too… can’t forget that little, weensy detail.
Kraus climbs into the ring where Matt Angel stretches in an opposite corner. Referee Zander Hobbs takes his place as Kraus gets his gear settled and readied. Both have intense stares. And with Zander’s raised hand, he rings in a new era of wrestling: The first blood of a new company.
Conway: Angel eludes an early grapple and sidesteps into a saito clutch. He lifts but Emmit Kraus reverses momentum into a hip toss. And just like that the agility and speed of Matt Angel makes their presence known.
Charlie: I love this guy. Oh! Angel flew from his boots for that dropkick!
Remi: Almost missed it on that angle… but hey, clean hit with surprising power too.
Conway: Kraus reels but stays on both feet.
He wipes his lip, praying not to see blood. Angel gets into a defensive pose with his arms out somewhat wider than his stance. Kraus points at his forehead like Kobe and then offers the next volley with a waiter’s palm. Angel keeps in position. Emmit looks to both ways and shrugs.
Charlie: Wipeout! Kraus hit that low dropkick out of nowhere.
St. Remi: A veteran would have seen that coming. Matt Angel is still just a kid.
Charlie: Still, a great shot from Kraus.
Conway: He takes advantage with measured strikes - stiff ones intent on splitting his melon open. He might have got a two or three good ones until Angel managed to roll away. Wisely, it seems, but Kraus refusing to give chase.
St. Remi: Quick guys can lure you into traps. Emmit is not having any of that. I wouldn’t have.
Conway: What do you make of their matchup?
St. Remi: Speed kills unless you catch the mouse.
Charlie: So get some cheese!
St. Remi: You do that one, Charlie. I’ll keep your seat warm.
Both men post up again in loose stances. Angel teases a quick kick several times, goading Kraus into his range. He instead flashes a dagger holstered at his side. Angel’s eyes widen but rarely stray from his opponent. That split second allows a sweeping motion to overtake his agile movements. Kraus gains control of side but cannot corral the slipperier fighter. They exchange big shots left and right, leaving Angel slower to his draw. This slight dip in energy is all Emmit needs to execute a flat lining STO. Angel rolls onto his side to avoid giving up his back.
Charlie: Time for the pinfall!
Conway: It's a first blood match, he better make him bleed first...
Charlie: Righto!
St. Remi: I like that though. He’s thinking like a wrestler. No respecting one would ever give their back to an opponent.
Conway: Frustration kicking in as Emmit puts the boot to his opponent’s back.
Charlie: Angel counters with a legsweep. Advanced move for the young guy on such a wiry fighter. Both get grounded, unsure where to go next. Who wins it here?
St. Remi: Whichever has the weaker melon, of course.
Pryde shifts to a bored positon at the entranceway, still swirling his snifter in a patient way. Fans scream to him without regard from the owner. His sight craves the first drawing of blood. The rest of the arena gets behind what has turned into a slugfest. Both fighters gain to their knees, when Angel makes a sudden dart for the ropes.
Charlie: Swinging once, now twice on that head scissors. And Kraus hit the ground hard after that display of trickery and speed!
St. Remi: I used to showboat. Wow though… that was a little much.
Conway: Angel dives right into an arm hold.
St. Remi: Angel might be the quickest person on the floor. Kraus is no slouch though. Limiting his mobility and tools will pay dividends if this match goes any deeper.
Conway: Referee Zander Hobbs is nowhere near them. How can he see the blood from there?
Charlie: Good question, but how about Angel’s versatile speed? Isn’t it amazing?
St. Remi: Faster than me, sure. But so many speedsters fail because of poor awareness. They race around with no regard for their surroundings.
Conway: Oh wow… you called it on the spot!
Trying for some manner of flipping senton on the go, Kraus tripped Angel to the mat. He takes immediate control of the side and begins slamming Angel’s head to the canvas. A hand minimizes the impact, but the wear of the thrashing motions has the speedster a bit loopy. Emmit looks to the ropes and takes off in his direction. He hits the ropes at full speed…
Charlie: That dropkick was like a toe cable. Good shot Janson!
Conway: The Arrow executed with brutal intention. Did you see how Matt Angel doubled over!?
St. Remi: Won’t be running around after that.
Conway: Kraus wanted the pinfall for that one. But Angel managed to escape to the apron’s safety. His opponent seems none too pleased to give Angel the chance to recover.
St. Remi: Charlie - there are no pinfalls without blood first!!
Charlie: Righto!
St. Remi: In ones like this, you have get in destroy mode. Or else little guys like that will come back. They always do.
Matt Angel finds some space climbing along the ropes. Everything though comes under the watch of a cautious yet vicious stare of Emmit Kraus. To his surprise, Angel goads him like Neo – he’s actually begging for a shot. Kraus thinks then slides in for another of those devastating dropkicks. Angel sees this and rolls sideways. Quick reflexes save him from a foolish fall to the outside, wherein a lack-second grasp of the lower rope slingshots Kraus back into the ring. From one leg, a soaring leg drop cuts across his neck.
Charlie: Almost there, but Kraus is still moving.
Conway: He’s pulling Kraus up for a DDT… oh wait!
Charlie: The spinout and the cutter! Prophecies End! This one is over!
St. Remi: Chucky, what did I say
Conway: Either way, Angel wants this one to end. He’s pulling Kraus from the canvas.
Charlie: What a sinister look from the kid. Man, hate to be on his bad side.
St. Remi: I promise mine is way worse—
Conway: I don’t doubt that. Holy crap! Trapping headbutts from the young speedster.
St. Remi: No blood yet, but probably a few thousand brain cells.
He stops for a minute and squares up one more big head butt. It lands with both men staggering to the floor. A vicious impact has Kraus near motionless in-ring, meanwhile, the aggressor stumbles into the corner. Zander Hobbs runs between them and checks out the blood. A thick stream of blood oozes from Kraus’ brow; however, he also holds his trusty stiletto Sebastian to one side.
Conway: Well that was a waste of blood...
St. Remi: Guess what, Sarah, they’re both bleeding. Isn’t that what Pryde wanted?
Fans, even the NBW owner, turn up to a replay angle on the big screen. On it, they see Angel going for the last of several jaw-breaking headbutts. His third seems to be the impact that cuts a decent over the eye of Emmit Kraus. However, a tiny poke of his knife comes mere seconds before the last collision of forehead and brow. Fan soon become an audience of 5th graders when Vincent Pryde laughs over the loudspeakers.
Vincent: BLOOD, LET IT SPILL!
Conway: I thought working for the king of hell was bad…
Charlie: Oooo somebody’s gonna be in trouble.
St. Remi: The mere presence of weapons here is a bit sickening. But hey, I’m just a degenerate.
Charlie: New Blood has always been a supporter alternative means.
St. Remi: Matt Angel is with a paramedic for a stab wound. Fun stuff everyone!
Conway: Guys, I think Kraus is looking to kill Angel here.
Kraus shoves the paramedics out of the way and he knees Angel hard in the stomach, doubling him over. Kraus springboards off the second rope to his left and he drops Angel to the mat hard with a curb stomp.
St. Remi: Kraus with a rope assisted Doornail there and I think Angel is out of it.
Kraus drops down ontop of Angel and Zander slides into a pin.
1!
2!!
3!!!
Conway: There you have it, folks.
Abbi Stein: Kraus wins… there I said it... Deal with it bitches!
Charlie: Holy Jahosafat, The first blood victim!
St. Remi: I hope Pryde got what he was asking for here…
Conway: I’m sure he did, I suppose we’ll be right folks.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:12:59 GMT
Brooke Bell Segment
Heading backstage we find ourselves watching as Brooke Bell walks around the corner, not yet in her ring gear looking very frazzled. Shaking her head as she speaks out loud.
Brooke Bell: "These people are crazy..."
Referencing the many strange characters roaming the halls as she sets her back down taking a deep breath when walking past her in his ring gear his match coming up shortly is Andre Aquarius. Feeling as though she found at least someone normal she reaches out grabbing his arm before he can walk past her.
Brooke Bell: "Andre right?"
Knowing full well who he is but wanting to just open up a conversation. A grin spreads across his face as he takes a moment to look her over out of curiosity.
Andre Aquarius: “What's good?”
Brooke Bell: "Unless you have some hidden secret weird side. I think you and I might be the only two normal people here."
She says this seeming worried that he will reveal some terrible other side to himself.
Andre Aquarius: I'm willin' to bet on a lotta show wit' no results from'em...but if you need to chill at any point, ya boi will be around.
He smiles at her before resuming his pre-match preparations, Brooke watching him go seeming content with finding someone less on the crazy side.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:14:16 GMT
Mya Denton segment Camera fades backstage and to the back door which is shown opening and in comes skipping a woman as she gives a smile.
Mya Denton: Oh hello there Mr. Cameraman, let me be so kind in introducing myself. My name is Mya Denton and if I were anyone in NBW, I'd be scared. I may be small people but even the very small can pack a mighty punch.
Mya gives a little giggle.
Mya: Just you wait..just you wait and see. Things in NBW may just get a little crazy!
Mya looks around and then smiles at the camera before skipping away as the camera fades back to ringside
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:17:13 GMT
NBW First Blood Division Match Andre Aquarius vs FarCry Writer: FarCry
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Abbi Stein: YO! The next match is fought under First Blood rules which is first blood and a pin fall. Introducing first, Ya Boi… ANDRE AQUARIUS!!!!
New Freezer by Rich the Kid hits the arena. A thick smoke fills the stage and ramp areas and a ice blue lighting smothers everything as the beat starts to vibrate through the area. As the beat drops, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, hyping himself up and soaking in a chorus of boos. He makes his way down the entrance ramp, pounding a fist against his chest. He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turn buckle, mouthing the words to the song as his shoulders shimmy back and forth before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as he waits for his opponent.
Charlie Hanson: This guy is a real Slim shady if you know what I mean.
Sara Conway: No one ever knows what you mean, Charlie. But what I do know is that this guy can throw down with the best of them.
Abbi Stein: SHUT UP! The next guy coming out is named FarCry!
She drops the microphone, lights up a cigarette and goes to her seat by ringside.
"My Own Summer" plays loudly as a spotlight shines on a smoke filled entrance way. The smoke clears as the lyrics start and FarCry is seen standing in the smoke. He walks slowly down to the ring with his hair over his face. He gets to the ring and jumps on the apron as the chorus blares and he rocks his head back revealing the bearded and brooding face of a man ready to fight. He climbs into the ring and finds a neutral corner, removes his shirt and prepares for battle.
St. Remi: I think this woman needs a lesson at her job.
Sara Conway: Lemme guess, you’ll give her a private lesson.
St. Remi: She’s not really my type but I would let her give it a go.
Charlie Hanson: This FarCry can really shed the skin off a snake if you know what I mean.
Sara Conway: Still no.
The camera points to Vincent Pryde who continues to sit on his throne on the stage to watch the second First Blood match of the night.
Vincent Pryde: I want more blood than Emmit and Angel was able to give me… I suggest you don’t disappoint me.
Pryde gives a half hearted thumbs up to the ring and we are underway.
The bell rings and the match begins.
Andre and FarCry lock up. Andre spins to FarCry’s back and slaps him in the back of the head before pushing him forward and posing to the jeering crowd.
St. Remi: Andre’s got this one in the bag. He’s too fast, he’s too strong. He’s got experience, he’s got stamina and he’s got my hookup for later too.
FarCry pounces as Aquarius poses and tackles him to the ground before raining down powerful forearms to his head.
Andre covers up but FarCry simply takes the attack to the stomach where Andre tries to cover up again. The referee begins a count and gets to five before physically pulling FarCry off of Andre and begins shouting at him.
FarCry puts his hands in the air and begins to shake his head as Andre shouts back at the referee’s direction telling him to maintain order.
Sara Conway: If FarCry wants to win this one he’s going to have to make it a wrestling match, not a fight.
St. Remi: You were never in the ring, Sara. You fight to your strengths, and if FarCry is a fighter then THAT’S what he should do. Besides it’s First Blood rules, he’s not going to win with a technical suplex or submission.
Charlie Hanson: I haven’t seen a fight like this since Ty Cobb punched that hotdog vendor in the face during a New York Giants game back in nineteen humpty three, and back then baseball was real, I tell ya!
Andre and FarCry lock up again and this time FarCry grabs a headlock on Andre grinding his knuckles into his forehead. Andre pushes him off into the ropes and when they meet in the middle FarCry knocks Andre down hard with a shoulder block. He then runs off the opposite ropes. Andre gets to his feet but quickly drops to the ground forcing FarCry to leap over and bounce off the opposite side. Andre gets to his feet again and leapfrog FarCry but is caught and then dropped hard with a spinebuster!
Sara Conway: It’s like he can hear me.
St Remi: Maybe there’s more to this guy than we thought.
FarCry goes for a pin but Andre kicks out at one. FarCry locks in a headlock while on the mat and the referee is in close to make sure it’s not a choke. Andre struggles back up to his feet and delivers an elbow to the midsection of FarCry releasing the hold. He then delivers a quick superkick to FarCry knocking him off balance. FarCry pushes Andre off, both to keep himself up and show defiance but is greeted with a pele kick for his troubles.
Charlie Hanson: HASHTAG PEPE KICK THERE FOLKS!
St Remi: CHECK HIM REF! THAT WAS RIGHT ON THE BUTTON THERE!
Andre drops to the mat to go for a quick cover but FarCry also kicks out at one. In response Andre locks in a headlock of his own. FarCry gets to his feet and rushes towards the corner. Andre repositions the headlock and runs up the turnbuckles delivering his signature maneuver.
Charlie Hanson: HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHASHTAG SlicedBrehNumber2!
Andre goes for a quick pin and gets the two count this time before FarCry kicks out and rolls out under the bottom rope.
St Remi: Andre is showing why he was the leader of #BeachKrew back in it’s hayday.
Sara Conway: I don’t think he was.
Andre looks at FarCry regain composure but decides to interrupt his pity party by running off the opposite ropes and diving between the top and middle turnbuckles towards him. But FarCry sees this coming and delivers a European uppercut for his trouble while he is halfway out of the ring leaving his body dangling over the middle rope.
FarCry slides under the bottom rope and grabs Andres legs, turning him onto his back, still balanced on the middle rope. He falls to his back sling shotting Andre’s throat across the bottom of the top rope and dropping hard to the ground holding his throat in pain. FarCry lifts andre to his feet and then delivers a standing springboard European uppercut to his opponent and drops for the pin.
1…2…KICKOUT!
Barely. Andre is still holding his throat as the referee checks on him pushing FarCry aside.
St. Remi: It seems like that slingshot did damage to his throat there.
Charlie Hanson: It looks like his larynx, pharynx, and trachea could be damaged, not to mention his palatine uvula, esophagus and vocal cords!
Sara Conway: Well said.
The referee continues to check on Andre but FarCry is too impatient to wait and rushes towards them. Andre spits in FarCry’s face, rakes his eyes causing a cut under his left eye, and he delivers a quick schoolboy rollup.
1…2…3!!!
St Remi: WHAT THE FUCK! HE DID IT!
Sara Conway: What, Remi? Are you not going to say check him for blood?
*DING DING*
Andre rolls out of the ring with his hands held high in the air as FarCry sits in the middle of the ring with his bearded face in his hands and a small trickle of blood coming down his left cheek.
Sara Conway: Lie, Cheat and Steal. Not just the motto of one of the best to step foot in the ring, but the legacy that New Blood Wrestling will leave on this industry, and the way that Andre Aquarius won his first match here in NBW.
Charlie Hanson: I haven’t seen such a hard fought match like that since that bullfrog started trying to eat that lizard and got caught up in the spiderweb back in Tuscaloosa when I was vacationing with Vanna White’s cousin Sharon Green!
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:19:41 GMT
FarCry/Mya Segment
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FarCry looks as Andre rolls out of the ring and his music and his celebration is cut short as a beautiful raven haired woman skips down the aisle with a microphone in hand singing.
Sara Conway: That’s Mya Denton. What’s she doing out here?
Mya Denton: Ring around the Rosie… pocket full of posie… ashes… ashes… we all fall DOWN! Hehehehehehahahaha!
FarCry simply looks down at the bouncing woman in disgust.
Mya Denton: Why the long face, Noah… what are ya… gonna FARCRY! HEHEHEHEHAHAHA!
St. Remi: I get it!
Mya Denton: Don’t worry, boy. If you do start crying I know of a shoulder you can cry on… MYA SHOULDER! I DID IT AGAIN!
St Remi: She sure did.
Mya Denton: Where are you going?
FarCry rolls under the bottom rope and walks right by the woman not making any type of eye contact with her.
Mya Denton: Wow, you’re fast… wait for me!
She skips out after FarCry as he hastens his pace and exits the ringside area.
St Remi: Me and Mya have a history, but of course I do with everyone.
Sara Conway: I bet. I wonder why she came out here for real. I know the women here aren’t too pleased with Pryde’s rule about women not being able to cross divisions. We have some strong willed women here, perhaps she’s trying to get an unstable wrestler to crack and hit her forcing the issue herself. I wouldn’t put it past her.
St Remi: Are you kidding me, I’ve seen that look in those crazy eyes before, she’s trying to bed that guy. God for him, she’s amazing in the sack!
Sara Conway: Right, Remi. Not everything needs to be sexualized, you’re part of the reason Pryde feels the way he does about this gender inequality. The women here have every right to compete against the men here if they so choose fit!
St Remi: He’s just protecting the fairer sex, and if you want maybe I can protect you lat…. UGHUGH! That’s my groin, bitch!
Sara Conway: and that’s the closest you’re gonna get to getting with me, idiot.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:21:28 GMT
L Verez Segment
The lights bleed a dark indigo color throughout the arena as the whimsical beat to Tetris by DJ Dahi starts. As the spotlight hits, L Verez starts walking slowly to the stage with her hands behind her back, her valet Zima'Ion accompanying her. She slowly turns toward the ring, and moves her arms to an X-crossed position, with an L hand sign on her right hand, and a V hand sign on her left. Once the bass drops, she 360 spins as she drops down to one knee, the lights quickly and constantly beaming a teal color along with the deep bass. Her right hand is holding up her sunglasses, and her left is out with her "come in peace" symbol. As she gets back up, she lifts her right arm up with an "OK" symbol, and her left arm out to the side with her peace symbol.
Abbi Stein: You’re early! I wasn’t ready for you yet!
St. Remi: What a great announcer! Very honest, and with pure facts. This gender-species-bent creature is here before her scheduled match is supposed to start!
As L makes her way down the ramp, she goes to the fans in the front row, holding up her peace sign to them, so they can collide their peace signs with hers. She bows to them and puts an upside-down "OK" symbol against her eye while sticking her tongue out before walking away.
Abbi Stein: Alright, weirdo. Just ignore me. This match is set for one fall, blah blah blah, L Verez is coming out first.
Abbi flips off the early contender as she exits the ring, L paying her no mind as she grabs a mic before entering the ring.
Charlie Hanson: Now we see why she entered early. Looks like someone’s got something to say.
St. Remi: Something to say? That “being” just got here, and it already wants to run its mouth? Give me a break, dude. I already am rooting for Travis to win.
Sara Conway: Within the span of 2 minutes, you’ve already concluded to dislike someone. That may be a new record.
She makes it to the ring, and quickly rolls under it as the beat intensifies with a robotic sci-fi like instrumental. The lights constantly switching from indigo to teal to navy blue and then to mint green. She hands her sunglasses to Zima'Ion, and then goes up the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd, lifting her arms back up. Her left back to her side with the peace symbol, and her right making an upside-down OK symbol against her eye, also sticking her tongue out. As her music begins to fade out, and the lights return to normal, she sits cross legged in the middle of the ring with the mic pressed to her lips.
L Verez: Greetings and salutations, New Blood Wrestling.
Sara Conway: Mixed reactions from the crowd. Seems like the New Blood faithfuls aren’t so big on L, unlike our newer fans.
St. Remi: Bro… the NBW faithfuls are the only fans that matter! The rest are only here because they wanna see weirdos like this.
Sara Conway: The new fans are what’s going to bring NBW to the next level. Don’t be such a smark.
Charlie Hanson: Hey! … What’s her name again? J something? She’s gonna say things.
L Verez: Before my opponent makes his entry, I do have some things to say about my place here in NBW. I understand that I’ve only just arrived here, but it’s blatantly obvious that the owner of this federation is a tyrannical bigot.
St. Remi: What is that thing spewing about? Vincent Pryde is the reason it even has a job!
Charlie Hanson: I still don’t know her name!
Sara Conway: Geez, Hanson. It’s L Verez, and if she has a problem with the company, she’s allowed to voice her opinions.
St. Remi: In front of the live audience and fans at home?
Sara Conway: Sometimes that’s the best way to get someone’s attention.
L Verez: The entire fact that a women’s division exists is taking a step backwards for every woman in that locker room. But apparently, since my first match is against a male, I don’t seem to be a woman in the eyes of Vincent Pryde. Either that, or the rumors of my opponent, Travis McKenna being a woman beater are true, and Pryde’s only allowed me to face him to cackle at that fact.
St. Remi: How dare that monstrosity talk about our owner that way, bro!?
Charlie Hanson: I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t think she’s happy!
L Verez: But you know what? That’s okay. If I’m competing with the men, then I can go big. I can finish what I started back in UCI. After I defeat Travis McKenna, I’m going to claw and scratch my way to fight for Cassidy Kaine’s NBW World Heavyweight Championship!
Charlie Hanson: Now that’s a statement! Good to see J Valan going big!
St. Remi: Dude, no! That thing should not go anywhere near the World Title! It’ll completely ruin the prestige!
Sara Conway: You two just never seem to say anything intelligible. Well, L has a long way to go before she can vie for the World Title. Tonight, she faces Travis McKenna. Let’s see how they fair in Vincent Pryde’s realm of professional wrestling.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:22:47 GMT
Tru Grit Division Match L Verez vs Travis McKenna Writer: Commish ---------
“Winter Blues” by Joyner Lucas suddenly hits. Travis McKenna rushes out from the entranceway and hypes himself up on the top of the ramp.
Abbi Stein: Next up is the big show of jock town… O-H… Oh no, it’s Travis McKenna!
St. Remi: So you see the big shot on his way down. And he has L Verez in his sight.
Conway: Don’t you think he was distancing himself from this fight?
St. Remi: Distance helps, but you need to get under your opponent’s skin.
Conway: And did McKenna do that?
St. Remi: L Verez is not of this planet, and McKenna made it clear she is not welcome here.
Travis confidently struts down the ramp and puts his fingers to his lips to shush the crowd in route to the ring. L Glares from her respective corner. Chandra Betts waits in the center with an adjustment of his athletic gear.
Charlie: I want to see the spaceman. Super excited for what we get to see from this high-profile signee. Fans already know the name from UCI fame, but how can she adjust to New Blood’s setting? I have to think Verez is feeling out of place.
Conway: She is ready for this fight. You’re overthinking it, Charlie.
St. Remi: Is anyone ever ready?
Conway: Really... Betts bringing both together. Verez pounds her fists to the never-ending grin across Travis McKenna’s face.
St. Remi: Could use some work.
Charlie: Ding Ding! McKenna swings wide again and again. Kung Fu reflexes from the spaceman! Ducks the clothesline and going for knees.
St. Remi: Hey guys, take the bigger guy down by the legs… blah blah. Poor shots from the former football guy leads to a dragon screw.
Charlie: Huge maneuver and an early capitalization from Verez.
Verez times a shot before being thrown to the opposite corner. He follows with a series of mounted punches…
Conway: The referee gets in between them, and the fans are furious.
St. Remi: Go with strength and you can beat a petite. Unless you’re clumsy.
Conway: McKenna hoists Verez from the canvas and slams her back down.
Charlie: Giant scoop slam. Earthshattering stuff here.
L slides to one side yelling. She recoils but McKenna overpowers her prone body and delivers an even louder scoop slam. Travis smirks before springing the ropes for a running leg drop…
St. Remi: Oh, too slow…
Charlie: L makes a quick dodge leaving McKenna on his ass.
Verez stomps his wrist. A distraction as the muscle-bound McKenna rolls over in pain, letting L put full pressure into an ankle lock. She wraps every limb around tight refusing to give her opponent room for the break. Betts looks on asking of he wants to tap – McKenna tells her off.
“Hell No!”
Charlie: Fight as he might, Verez has a strong hold of that limb. This could be the end, folks.
St. Remi: At the hands of the koala clutch… Yummy!
Conway: Travis trying to kick her off now. Each time a boot strikes L’s shoulder, the full brunt of his weight comes crashing down upon the much slender fighter in Verez.
St. Remi: Those look nasty. No matter because he’s about to get the ropes.
McKenna gets a big push from an army crawl and takes his opponent to the ropes. Betts dives on the hold and breaks them apart. Fans boo with both fighters now taking sides around the referee. McKenna looks unfazed by it all, despite a bit of a gimp to his left leg. Verez looks for another opening as they circle for a breather.
St. Remi: I liked him before. Honestly, I expected more cardio from this guy. Verez looks the more agile between them.
Conway: True. And look how she is focusing on limbs.
Charlie: Upper cut! Jesus criminy! I think I saw teeth fly out!
St. Remi: Don’t you mean saliva?
Charlie: Oh yeah… Travis sees his chance and locks in a monster bear hug. Verez headbutts but not enough to break free.
Tap! The! ****! Out!
Conway: Can’t tell what fans are saying, but it seems in support of Travis McKenna.
St. Remi: Eh, there’s a ten-second delay. But L is going to be a hard nut to crack.
Charlie: I’m cringing just watching her snap like a folding chair. Man he’s strong!
Conway: L has a counter. Just wait – I can see it coming.
McKenna takes to one shoulder with Verez halfway over his right. She slithers hallway free before those powerful arms trap her shut again. Positioning makes it difficult for an open strike. Travis also present a thick, meaty neck resistant to her panicked elbows. Betts now asking if she wants to give. Verez shakes her head violently while pulling as far as her hipline free.
Conway: L looking for the higher mount, while McKenna seems to have 100% bet on this maneuver. Someone will have to give.
St. Remi: You’re probably right… the big man looks tired. But how much can Verez even have left? He’s squeezing her like a tube of toothpaste.
Conway: So now you’re on my side?
St. Remi: No, you stole my idea.
Charlie: Sunset flip! L Verez just took the larger man down!
1!
2!
3—
St. Remi: He kicked out. What do you know?
Conway: Amazing counter from the former Hyper-Media Champ!
St. Remi: So we’re going there now?
Conway: She took it out the door when UCI closed. That has to mean something.
St. Remi: Not in this ring. Okay… now she’s trying one of those triangle holds. Nice!
Charlie: McKenna is in trouble now! He wants the ropes, but L locks on tight.
The submission bout continues with Betts gaging both opponents. Neither shows an ounce of quit. Strength pulls Verez from the ground, but gravity pulls her deadweight back down. She derricks up and down until Travis manages to take ahold of her hips. Travis charges forward with L Verez latched in a powerbomb clutch.
Charlie: Blue grass bomb! Oh no!
Conway: Wow, did you see that tornado DDT from Verez!
St. Remi: Nighty night… wait, he’s getting back up.
Charlie: Houston, we got a discus boot in orbit! Watch out now!
Conway: Big Bang from Verez, connecting right up side McKenna’s skull!
St. Remi: Well that was fancy…
Charlie: And the pin!
1!
2!
Conway: L breaks the cover – and locks in a dragon sleeper!
St. Remi: And a body scissors!? Doesn’t him to break free I guess. You go girl!
Charlie: Finite! Finuto! And Travis is trapped in the center of the ring.
Conway: Chandra asking for the tap once more. I have to think he’ll snap sooner or later.
St. Remi: Yeah, but he’s surprised us before. Looks like he’s seeing stars though. Been there pal.
Conway: McKenna gets a hand up for the ropes but L holds him down.
Charlie: His strength sapped, this one is over! All we need is a sign. But where can he hope to go? Verez has McKenna dead to rights this time.
St. Remi: Will you look at that… he’s crawling again. Quite the trooper.
Conway: He’s tapping! The dragon sleeper does it!
Abbi Stein: And the space chick does it, yay…
Conway: You have to admire the strength here. A complete performance from these rising stars. Both have made an early mark of this new company.
St. Remi: But in the end, only one can win. L Verez proved her worth today.
Charlie: Not bad for an alien!
St. Remi: I guess so…
Conway: What a matchup folks. As they clear the ring, we’ll be back shortly. Don’t go anywhere.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:24:31 GMT
Karlie Nash Segment
Yes, I understand.
Miranda is making her way backstage, as she turns a corner, she sees Karlie chatting up a group of mature ladies, the ladies walk off seeming pleased with the conversation, Karlie has her back turned as Miranda approaches. Hello.
Karlie turns around and is face to face with Miranda.
Karlie: So you're following me again.
Miranda: I’ve never stopped, Karlie just because you didn’t see me last week doesn’t mean I wasn’t there.
Karlie: That’s kind of creepy, am I gonna have to get a restraining order.
Miranda: I mean you no physical harm, but I'm concerned for you, consorting with hookers.
Karlie: Why does everyone want to interfere in my personal life, yes I paid for sex, and yes I enjoyed, and yes I would do it again.
Miranda: And that’s why you need my help, you're the worst case I’ve ever seen.
Karlie: I really don’t care what you think, you can’t change me I think I’ve told you that already.
Miranda opens her coat, and Karlie can’t help but notice how large her chest is inside her low cut top. Miranda pulls a document from her inside pocket.
Miranda: I think you should really read this.
Karlie inner cougar hunter was given her thought of what she’d like to do to Miranda’s large chest.
Karlie: Whatever you say.
A shocked Miranda hands Karlie the document.
Miranda: I hope this will enlighten you.
Karlie: Oh believe me I’m enlightened.
Miranda: Okay, I have to be going, so maybe can talk after the show.
Karlie: Kinda have plans already, but maybe we can talk next week.
Miranda: Okay next week.
Miranda walks off still shocked by Karlie sudden change in attitude.
Tracy walks over to where Karlie is standing.
Tracy: Was that the Miranda chick.
Karlie: Yeah, and I may have misjudged her, she doesn’t seem as bad as I thought.
Tracy: Do I really need to ask.
Karlie: She opened her coat and wow.
Karlie cups her hands to give Tracy an estimate of the size of Miranda’s chest.
Tracy: You change your mind for a pair of tits?
Karlie: A big pair of tits, and I’m telling you now, I’ll listen to all her mumbo-jumbo and pretend to be interested in being converted, but when it's over I’ll be the one doing the converting.
Tracy: I worry about you, Karlie.
Karlie: You don’t have to worry Tracy I got this.
Tracy: I hope you know what you're doing.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:27:07 GMT
Brooke Bell vs Erin Fausse vs Karlie Nash Writer: The Very Smartest of Joes
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"Open up your murder eyes and see the ugly world that spat you out."
Sean Bonnette's vocals erupt over the speakers, drowning out the audience for a few brief moments before they realize just who's coming down to the ring and erupt in a chorus of boos. Erin Fausse emerges from the back, a smile forming on her face as thunderous jeers greet her.
Abbi Stein: Making her way down to the ring, from Recluse, Wyoming or Oskaloosa, Iowa or Istočno Sarajevo, Republika Srpska, Bosnia and Herzegovina or was it Foča, Republika Srpska, Bosnia and Herzegovina? I don't care and I don't give a shit. Anyways, she is Erin Fausse!
Her head cocked to the side, she begins her descent towards the ring, her confidence unfazed by the sea of disapproval from the audience. At the ringside area, she ascends the steel steps, pausing at the first one and turning to face the audience. The smile never leaving her face, she forms her left hand into the shape of a gun and takes aim at the audience, seemingly opening fire on the paying customers. As the boos increase in volume, she rolls her eyes and makes her way up the remaining stairs, stepping into the ring under the bottom rope and backing into her corner. Her eyes slide shut as she awaits the beginning of the match.
"Versace" by Migos plays as the lights in the arena dim.
Abbi Stein: And her opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, Brooke Bell!
Walking out from the back wearing an obnoxiously bright gold Versace robe, is Brooke Bell. She looks down at some of the jewellery on her wrist, flossing it for the crowd. She starts her trek down to the ring now, taking her time ignoring the fans disdain. She stops as she reaches the bottom of the ramp to do a little bit of a spin before walking around the edge of the ring. She sits on the edge as she holds up a finger, telling the crowd to wait as she removes her necklace, her watch, and the rest of her extensive jewellery which she places in a bag that she sets in her corner. As she tosses off her robe before stepping into the ring, she proceeds to stretch waiting on her opponent.
War Machine by AC/DC plays in the arena as Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side. Karlie then steps on the stage.
Abbi Stein: And her opponent, from St. Paul, Minnesota, Karlie Nash!
Tracy and Karlie walks to the ring showing disdain for the crowd. Tracy walks up the steps and enters the ring followed by Karlie, who climbs the ropes from outside and flashes the loser sign to the crowd. She then climbs down and stretches in her corner.
Sara Conway: Listen to the whole crowd boo at these three heels!
St. Remi: I don't care! All these three girls are smoking hot... just like me!
DING! DING! DING!
Charlie Hanson: The match starts as...
St. Remi: Shut up, Charlie!
Erin Fausse runs toward Karlie Nash for a clothesline, but Nash reverses it for a German Suplex.
Sara Conway: Nicely done by Karlie.
Charlie Hanson: Here comes Brooke Bell!
Brooke Bell delivers a huge dropkick! Brooke taunts to the crowd... only to be interrupted by Fausse with a clothesline from behind.
Sara Conway: Karlie Nash gets back up to fight Fausse now as Brooke rolls out of the ring...
Charlie Hanson: Nash with a punch, Fausse with a punch...
St. Remi: Shut up, Charlie!
Nash and Fausse exchange punches, until Fausse quickly counters one with an eye gouge.
St. Remi: What a move by Fausse!
Charlie Hanson: Really? What a move?
St. Remi: Shut up, Charlie!
Fausse pushes Nash to the ground and goes to the top rope.
Sara Conway: It looks like Erin Fausse could be setting up a Divine Intervention here...
St. Remi: Here comes MC Bell to interrupt Fausse!
But Fausse notices Brooke walking on the apron towards her, so she goes down and brawls on the apron.
Sara Conway: It's a brawl on the apron! They're trying to make each other fall off the apron!
St. Remi: Here comes Nash!
She clotheslines both Brooke and Fausse off the apron.
Charlie Hanson: And everyone goes spilling out of the ring!
They all get up instantly. They all try to attack each other but they reverse everything!
Sara Conway: What a match we've got here, folks!
Charlie Hanson: Remember that this match is for the #1...
St. Remi: Shut up, Charlie!
Suddenly, Brooke Bell pushes Erin Fausse to the barricade and hits a Tornado DDT against Karlie Nash.
Sara Conway: Ooh! Nash's head hits the apron!
St. Remi: Brooke then immediately gets hit by a Hand of God from Erin Fausse!
Erin Fausse picks Karlie Nash up by her hair and whips her into the ring. She then goes to the top rope.
Charlie Hanson: Erin Fausse is setting up a Divine...
St. Remi: Shut up, Charlie!
Erin Fausse stares at Karlie Nash as Brooke Bell climbs in for a pin causing Erin to leap quicker for her 450 Splash!
St. Remi: Divine Intervention on both competitors! It's over!
Charlie Hanson: Y'know, it's weird she used her alternate...
St. Remi: Shut up, Charlie!
1... 2... 3!
DING! DING!
St. Remi: Wait, did I just see that right?
Charlie: Well, it looks like Brooke was able to get in on that pin as well…
St. Remi: Shut up Charlie!
Conway: Crazy to say it, but Charlie is right about this one.
Abbi Stein: And your winner is, Erin Fausse or Brooke Bell, fuck it I guess they both go on!
Sara Conway: A convincing win from Fausse… And Brooke Bell as they both move on to the next round of the tournament!
Charlie Hanson: And I have just received word that Joe...
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:28:44 GMT
The Smartest of Joes segment
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Joe Smarts: Shut up, Charlie!
Jeff: What?
Joe: Hmm... I doesn't know.
Jeff: Okay then...
We see Joe in the passenger seat of Jeff's car, driven by Jeff. The car stops in a parking lot.
Jeff: Okey dokey, here's your stop!
Joe: Thanking you! See ya!
Joe jumps out of the car, literally, only to stuff up his landing and fall face first to the ground.
Jeff: ...every time...
Jeff drives off as Joe gets back up and sweeps his shoulder, thinking he's the man. He walks into the building.
He walks into the backstage, confused. It looked very different.
Suddenly, Vincent Pryde walks out.
Vincent Pryde: Ah, how nice of you to join us, Joe!
Joe: Uh, who is you?
Vincent Pryde: Come to my office.
Joe follows Pryde to his office as he walks past many familiar faces.
L Verez: Hey! The Smartest of All Joes!
And past some unfamiliar ones.
But they finally reach Pryde's office. Pryde sits on his side of the desk and Joe stares at the chair on his side.
He pushes it away and sits on the ground.
Vincent Pryde: Sit on the chair, Smarts.
Joe stands up and sits on the chair he pushed away.
Vincent Pryde (pointing to other side of desk): Here.
Joe walks towards to where Pryde is pointing.
Vincent Pryde: With the chair.
Joe: Geez, bossyfootball!
Pryde: ...
Joe comes to the other side of the desk and sits on the chair.
Pryde: Okay, now we can...
Joe finds some levers on the chair and starts to play with them. He moves up and down, back and forth and...
Pryde: SMARTS!! Pay. Attention. Please.
Joe stops
Pryde: Okay, now we can talk...
Joe: Hey, you're not Spence! Who is you?
Pryde: I am not who, I am Vincent Pryde, your new boss.
Joe: What?
Pryde: The UCI days are over, welcome to NBW!
<ominous thunder>
Joe: That weird, it is very clear outside...
Pryde: Well, you don't have a match tonight so I might as well let you go.
Joe: Okey donkey!
Joe walks off back into the parking lot where he waits to be picked up by Jeff.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:32:11 GMT
Bonnie Blue Segment
The slow beat of Rihanna's "Same Ol' Mistakes" rolls through the arena as blue and white spotlights, synchronized to the music, flare on and off against a darkened stage. Bonnie Blue appears, peering at the audience over the rims of a pair of teal shutter shades, her UCI Tag Team strap over one shoulder. Cheers pour forth from all directions as she surveys her domain, a defiant smirk on pink-glossed lips.
I can just hear them now / "How could you let us down?"
They don't know what I felt / Or see it from this way round
Sliding the shades back up, Bonnie makes her way along the aisle with a confident swagger, posing for a few selfies with fans as she reaches ringside.
Feeling it overtake / All that I used to hate
Wonder what if we trade / I tried but it's way too late
Bonnie's steady pace takes her midway around the ring. Without hesitation, she leaps up onto the ring apron and slips between the ropes. Microphone in hand, the Daughter of Time walks back and forth across the mat as the raucous clamor dies away.
Bonnie Blue: I came into this world -- this MAN'S world -- with one clear intention: to dominate! To get in that ring, put it all on the line, and prove that a woman is just as good between those ropes as any man on any roster! I did it in UCI. Thrice-decorated Tag Team Champion!
Bonnie holds up her UCI tag belt to a moderate pop from the crowd.
Bonnie Blue: Two-time Intercontinental Champion! Two-Time dual champion! Former World Heavyweight Champion! Second winner of UCI's Triple Crown -- the first and only woman in the company to have done so! I hold the record for the longest combined IC reign, and the longest combined tag title reign, and I held the UCI World Title longer than any other champ except for Kevin Bishop. I lead the most dominant faction in the entire industry. My name on the card means a sold-out show. Bonnie Blue equals buyrates, plain and simple.
And did I achieve any of that facin' other women in the ring, exclusively?
No, I fuckin' did not! An' I did not sign a goddamned contract to compete in a female-only division! Every company that has a women's division is an archaic, bigoted blight on the face of combat sports -- and that is somethin' I'm damn well gonna change, startin' with New Blood Wrestlin', here an' now, TONIGHT! So, Vincent Pryde, get your chauvinist ass out here an' let's have us a little heart-to-heart!
"Lights Out" by Blood Royal plays and out walks Vincent Pryde dressed in an obnoxious silver suit with his blood vile dangling from his neck, which he plays with. Pryde smirks as he pulls out a microphone from his back pocket.
Vincent Pryde: Bonnie Blue everyone! Let's give her a round of applause.
The Daughter of Time paces the ring as the audience erupts with a pop, sea-blue eyes never straying from Vincent Pryde's gaze. She stops, raising the mic to her lips, and the noise of the crowd dies away.
Bonnie Blue: This division is a relic of the misogyny of the old company and when I win that strap at Blood Moon Rising, I'm going to use my reign to burn this division down. I will go down in history as the GREATEST women's champion ever -- because I will be the LAST women's champion ever!
Vincent Pryde: Such a fire has been lit inside of you Bonnie... Maybe if you had that same fire in UCI, it wouldn't have shut its doors. I mean you Guardians kept everything together with your little title reigns and you idea that no one could take you out...
Pryde pauses for a second letting the ooo's die down.
Vincent Pryde: Who would've thought you 'heroes' could've been crippled by paper? Now you scoff at my little division of sexes here in MY New Blood Wrestling? You Guardians will not be untouchable here!
Bonnie Blue: Oh, Mr. Pryde, you are very much mistaken about that. However my concern tonight is much simpler. You know I'm easily the equal, or better, of any MAN on your roster, and I deserve the same chance as any of them to fight for the New Blood World Championship -- or any other belt, for that matter. This is the Twenty-First Century, Pryde. You gotta keep up.
Pryde laughs.
Vincent Pryde: An equal? Why because you beat UCI talentless hacks? Or is it because you bested Kevin Bishop?
The fans pop at the mention of Kevin Bishop's name and Pryde tries to calm the fans.
Vincent Pryde: Calm down, he left us years ago and he's NOT coming back anytime soon! Now Ms. Blue, you have big dreams here don't you? The thing is, you need to play by my rules and if you think you are free do as you please around here...
Onslaught steps out from behind the curtain and he stands beside Pryde.
Vincent Pryde: My good friend here is going to be the enforcer...
Pryde pulls out a rolled up piece of paper from the inside of his jacket.
Vincent Pryde: The enforcer of THIS contract of yours... Breaking your contract will make it so you won't wrestle for ANY COMPANY EVER AGAIN!
A shocked expression crosses the young woman's face at this unexpected development. She frowns briefly considering her options as she paces the length of the ring, then back again; until, after a moment, she nods slowly.
Bonnie Blue: All right, Mr. Pryde, you win -- for now. But mark my words: I got my eye on that top prize, and there ain't nothin' gonna stand in my way. Not you, and damn sure not your "enforcer." Just remember, we coulda done this the easy way...
With that, Bonnie drops the mic and flips a backward peace sign at the two men on the stage, before she rolls under the ropes and vanishes into the crowd.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:37:37 GMT
Women’s Championship Tournament for #1 contender shot against NBW Champion Vandalia at Blood Moon Rising Bonnie Blue vs Ginger Red vs Lexi Writer: the commish
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Conway: Strong words from the boss, but looks like things are about to pick up here.
St. Remi: Business huh? Oh yeah, I can feel it now, my Bonnie Blue is about to beat down some buffys.
Conway: Or you can open eyes behind those shades.
St. Remi: All for the sake of fashion, my dear. And besides how can I focus on anything except for Bonnie’s lush assets?
Abbi Stein: All right, bums, get on your feet for the next one… from nowhere in particular… the badass… the blue baller of wrestling worldwide… Bonnie Blue!
Conway: You’re deplorable...
Charlie: I’ll second that, it’s easy to get lost in the New York subway stations...
St. Remi: Hey Charlie, get back in the attic. You’re weirding up the place.
Bonnie stretches against the ropes waiting for Abbi to get on with it, but she’s met with a middle finger which infuriates Ms. Blue.
Conway: If looks could kill. UCI fans know the name and expect a lot more from the former champion.
St. Remi: Are we going to live in the past all night? If so I think I’m still owed a date and a shot at a future divorce.
Conway: Oh you miss it too.
Charlie: I bet she’s ready to kick some ass after the layover. And fans are ready for more of the same from a proven fighter.
St. Remi: Yeah, but she’s plenty of competition. Don’t get cocky now, Chuck.
Bonnie calms herself from Abbi’s rude gesture as she leans against her corner, where she hands off her effects to the ecstatic face of Zander Hobbs. Everyone can tell he’s star struck. The stage lights burn red as "I'm Gonna Getcha Good" by Shania Twain plays through the PA system. Once the beat hits, the southern redhead, Ginger Red makes her way to the stage with a toothpick hanging out of her mouth, throwing up the horns.
Abbi Stein: Number 2 is gonna be a southern hottie… the one and only… Ginger Red!
She high fives the fans as she makes her way down the ramp. Once she gets to the ring, she runs up the stairs, and throws up the horns one more time for the crowd before jumping over the top rope into the ring.
Conway: Another great pick-up for New Blood Wrestling. Ginger Red was on the cusp of gaining a title in the old company. Now she’s looking to mark her turf with a title shot.
St. Remi: I always liked watching her perform.
Charlie: Oh yeah, major guns from shoulder—
Conway: Charles!
Charlie: I mean… Ginger Red is the embodiment of toughness. Don’t think she’s scared tonight. Even former greats like Bonnie Blue can’t rock this cool cat.
St. Remi: And… we lost them.
Charlie: Who?
St. Remi: Our TV audience.
Ginger Red takes the toothpick out of her mouth and stretches to prepare for the match. Bonnie Blue watches in the middle of her calisthenics. Both meet a contentious glare. “Beautiful Trauma” by P!NK begins to play over the PA system.
We were on fire I slashed your tires It's like we burned so bright we burned out I made you chase me I wasn't that friendly My love, my drug, we're fucked up, oh
Lexi steps out from behind the black curtain as the Big Tron fires up and shows clips of her in wrestling action. She stands there at the top of the ramp in front of the Tron and looks around.
Abbi Stein: One more… and it’s a good one… a real rotten apple… How ‘bout this baddie with attitude – because here comes Lexi M to Fer’s!
Charlie: This could be trouble.
Conway: The good kind, right Remi?
Remi: If that’s your game, sure. That girl is Capital “T” trouble.
Conway: Really, she seems your type.
'Cause I've been on the run so long they can't find me You waking up to remember I'm pretty And when the chemicals leave my body Yeah, they're gonna find me in a hotel lobby 'cause Mmm tough times they keep coming All night laughing and fucking Some days like I'm barely breathing And after we were high in the love, doped out.
Lexi holds up one arm and cameras flash and the screens of thousands of cell phones light up all around as she lowers her arm and nods determinedly, sending her pink, red and blue hair whipping around.
Charlie: Bonnie and Red have never met. Adding Lexi to this match only makes for fireworks. Pryde doesn’t pull any punches, does he?
Conway: See if you can concentrate for 10 secs.
Charlie: Trust me, there’s no else I rather look.
Lexi now walks down the ring pointing at the ring and then turning that point into a two finger gun that she aims at her head before giggling. She gets to the ring apron and walks around the entire thing before she slides in. She crawls across the ring, pulling her hair and leaning against the ropes.
St. Remi: She’s got this whole arena by the belt buckle.
Conway: I know there’s two right here. Hanging in there Chuck?
Charlie: Oh yeah…
My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh My love, my love, my love, my drug, oh My love, my love, my drug, we're fucked up She stands up, hops up on the second rope and holds up another arm and shouts "SEXY!" before hopping down and heading over to the corner. Zander hobbles to the center after tucking his shirt in. He hits a premature ring, catching all three by surprise. Despite recent weight loss, Hobbs tries to hide his larger frame in plain sight.
Lexi slides from behind him for a clothesline at an unsuspecting Ginger Red. It throws her down hard.
Charlie: Kaboom! And we’re off to a bang here folks. Lexi stomps at target like mudhole and wipes it dry. While it seems the more calculated in Bonnie Blue is waiting for these two to waste their energy.
St. Remi: Veterans know how to exploit the circumstance. Let the dogs fight then take control.
Conway: You make it sound pretty easy.
St. Remi: Ooh… that one is going to hurt. A rolling drop kick to the knee from Ginger Red leveling the playfield. Advantages come and go. Red made the best of that one.
Conway: Unorthodox sure, but used to perfection.
St. Remi: Hey, it works. Can’t beat that.
Bonnie Blue walks behind and hits a snap back suplex to Ginger Red. She then applies a standing armbar to Lexi. Jumping around the canvas, Lexi kips up and delivers a quick chop back to Blue. She ten hits the ropes with Blue hunched down to her knees. At the pass, Blue reverse her momentum with a back body drop – right into the hands of Ginger Red.
Charlie: Oklahoma Phi Slamma Jamma!
St. Remi: That was Houston…
Charlie: But did you see that perfect catch and go!?
Conway: Yes, we saw it. Lexi was planted to the floor. Now Red and Blue in a staredown.
Charlie: Blue just flashed the longhorns for Ginger Red. And it’s off!
Both exchange stiff punches with a slight advantage going to the stouter thrower in Ginger Red. She throws three big haymakers, backing Blue into the corner. She then measures up a charging strike – Bonnie raise a boot to repel the attack. In return, Blue climbs onto the second rope.
Conway: Some risk here as she pins Red with a diving crossbody!
Charlie: Pinfall!
1!
2!
St. Remi: Not even close. Too early to try for something like that. Blue has a plan though.
Conway: Lexi to her knees now, grabbing the leg of Bonnie blue.
Charlie: Enzugiri! – No, she overshot! Lexi takes the leg and rolls into a spinning heel kick. Wasting no time in route for the apron. Both Red and Blue looking dazed but gaining to their feet! Oh boy – here she comes!
St. Remi: double whammy!
Conway: I cannot believe Lexi went for that move. Instead of hitting the diving attack, both Red and Blue hit dual shuffling kicks.
St. Remi: Lexi had two helping of leather and didn’t like it. Can’t blame her…
Bonnie Blue turns on her momentary partner with a hard elbow. Ginger Red returns her volley but misses wide. Blue goes low and hits snap northern lights suplex, then bridges it into an arm bar. Lexi using the ropes to stand as the struggle begins between Blue and Red.
Charlie: Who saw it transpiring this way? If Red can’t reach the break—
Conway: Just watch, Chuck. You might be surprised. Ginger and Lexi and just as resourceful as the former UCI champion.
St. Remi: One day we’ll be in a seat without UCI merch waving around. Kinda sad if you ask me.
Conway: Blue is losing her grip with Ginger Red sliding across the floor. Leverage forces the hold at an awkward angle, forcing Blue to break free. Both roll over without facing their other enemy, currently supported by the ropes alone, crouches to a silent position.
St. Remi: That’s the challenge to a three-way – or more way – is how many eye are on you. You have strike everyone down and do it with conviction. Otherwise, you’re in trouble.
Charlie: And here comes trouble!
Lexi attacking both with erratic punches. Some hit while others make her opponents back towards the center. She hits the middle and rebounds with a soaring topé striking each down. Lexi then struts the ring with her best pose, voguing the hell out of the limelight. Bonnie blue grabs her by the ankle but gets kicked off. Lexi fends her off further with a soccer kick to the ribs and second one, with a much longer stride that time through. Blue writhes on her side with Lexi hunched near both competitors. Her victories are slight as she too looks worse for wear.
Conway: This has gone downhill and fast. Ginger Red grabs the ropes for support.
Charlie: Lexi pounces – did she just bite Red’s hands?
St. Remi: I like her even more now…
Conway: I thought you might. Either way, Zander Hobbs has no control of this bout. He would rather hide in a corner with his face tucked behind his neckbeard.
St. Remi: Come on, it’s a decent goatee.
Conway: Says the baby face. Bonnie Blue back to her feet – and hits a Russian legsweep on Lexi. Now she’s throwing punches.
Charlie: Oh no, I think someone’s bleeding. There’s droplets everywhere. Oh wait, is it Lexi’s lips?
Conway: I think it was from that nasty bite she deliver to Ginger Red, who still looks frazzled by those cheap tactics.
St. Remi: She went Gollum on her and has the marks to prove it. Ow…
Ginger Red throws Bonnie off and lands a huge elbow across the neck of Lexi whom was still tacked to the canvas. Violence intensifies with return shots from a downed opponent. All three eventually work from the ground to a mess of stiff striking.
St. Remi: Damn, those girls aren’t backing down.
Charlie: Ginger Red has the side clutch, but Blue breaks free. Lexi on the move… and she’s met at that turn with the kitchen sink. A knee right to the gut. Bonnie blue stands back as the ferocity of Ginger Red is off the charts right now.
Conway: A veteran move probably?
St. Remi: More or less. I’d call it being smart, not wise.
Charlie: Red wedges her in the southeast turnbuckle with multiple elbows. Backing up for something huge… get ready kids – this won’t be for the faint of heart!
Conway: Ooh doggy! Red just delivered a huge boot to Lexi. And she’s out of it!
St. Remi: Moose Knuckle… reminds of something the kiddies can’t hear. Get out, kids!
After the kick, Lexi stumbles for as if to ask a question before falling to piece before them. She lies there prone seeing whole constellations. She then charges right for Bonnie Bluee…
Charlie: Blue reverses into an octopus stretch!
St. Remi: And for the first time tonight, Zander Hobbs is getting close to the action.
Conway: Surprised it took that long.
St. Remi: Hey now…. Zander is my dude. Besides, he’s got a girlfriend. She’s in another country.
Ginger Red fighting, thrashing about in a desperate attempt to get free. Lexi is barely aware of her surroundings as the octopus stretch stops cold about five or six feet from the ropes. Fans blare their names as dueling chants echo throughout the building.
Charlie: Can she ever hope to break free!
Conway: What’s she doing up there? She’s ludicrous!
St. Remi: No… she’s ready for a showstopper. Here it comes, Charlie!
Charlie: Lexi makes a godless plunge from the abyss… Swanton stunner – double edition!
St. Remi: Not what I expected at all. Very impressive!
Conway: For anyone wondering about the degree of difficulty of that move—
St. Remi: A perfect 10!
Conway: Bringing both opponents to the floor on a desperation stunner. But it took her past the limit, leaving mutually assured destruction from corner to corner. Red, Blue purple and black… name it and there’s a color in wear.
Charlie: Hey guys… Lexi is wearing RED and BLUE!
St. Remi: Stop the presses! That shit just blew my mind.
Conway: Will anybody get up? Zander Hobbs making the reluctant call amidst heavy boos.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5…
Movement between Blue and Red, but Lexi is gassed and walking on nothing. She hits the ground again, leaving the others in Rocky 2 moment vying for control of the ring.
6… 7… 8…
Conway: Hobbs forgoes the count with Blue and Red swinging heavy strikes. Lexi has since rolled outside into the unknown. Who knows if she’ll even try to get back into this battle?
Charlie: Elbows raining hard and heavy! Blue is rocked – leaning back on one foot. Red surges through with a leaping superman punch – an elbow from the gosh-darn sky! Reversal by Blue - hitting a devestating Codebreaker!
St. Remi: But she doesn't have enough to lock in the Timestopper...
Fans erupt as the lights go dark. Several seconds go by before they return. The house comes down as a new person stands in the ring, and Zander Hobbs is nowhere to be seen. Without a ref, it seems current NBW champion Vadalia has taken the ring for herself. Bonnie Blue looks up confused at who has interrupted their match. Lexi and Ginger Red remain on the floor. Vadalia points to Blue and does a thumbs down holding onto her Women’s title.
Vandalia: No bueno, chica.
Vandalia lands a leaping shining wizard that takes Bonnie back to mat and Vandalia begins to parade around the ring showing her title off to the fans.
St. Remi: I may have to go check on my lady.
Conway: She’ll be fine, I’m sure it was a just wake up call sent from Pryde.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:41:43 GMT
Sebastian Knight Segment
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Monday Bloody Monday cuts backstage to find Carl Penske alongside one Sebastian Knight. The two men stood in front of a black and red NBW backdrop.
Carl Penske: I'm in the back here with one of the three men slated to compete in the first ever Main Event of New Blood Wrestling. How you feeling, Sebastian?
Sebastian Knight: Like I belong.
Penske waits an awkward moment, thinking Knight had more to say, before finally continuing.
Carl Penske: Many of kind of shocked to see you back in the wrestling ring. You've been absent for the last six months, save for your singular appearance at the end of last year with UCI. What brought you back to the sport?
Sebastian Knight: To prove to myself and to those watching that I am the best fighter in this business. I'm not talking the most entertaining or the man with the longest win streak. I want to be the guy who, win or lose, is known for being the toughest challenge. Wherever my name is placed on the card, the fans will know, if they don't pay attention to anything else that night, they'll pay attention to me. I'll give them exactly what they want to see: clarity.
A confused look crosses Penske's face.
Carl Penske: Come again?
Sebastian Knight: Clarity, Carl. I'm no Alex Richards who tries to come off as a guardian to the downtroddened when in reality he's just an alochol-soaked hack who was pitied by his friends and allowed to join their little dungeon crawl party. Nor am I K.L. Henson, a man trying to come off as mysterious and dangerous when in reality he's a sun-deprieved exec more suited to corporate meetings instead of bloodstained wrestling rings. I'm not like them. I'm a fighter, Carl; there's no dark backstory or complex history surrounding me. I don't care about you or the fans or even wrestling as the construct it has become. I seek only opportunity and recognition for my successes, no matter the form that they may come.
Silence hangs for a moment to allow Knight's words to sink in before Carl Penske continues.
Carl Penske: Well, if its fighting you're after, two names come to my mind, at least. In fact, I've seen a bit of discussion surrounding you and these men: Masutarou and Legato Fulbright. Both men seem to represent a similar approach to wrestling that you've just described. Perhaps either one of them can provide the mirror to the product you're looking to push here in New Blood.
Sebastian chuckles to himself.
Sebastian Knight: Perhaps. Though you are mistaken by the former individual, Carl. Masutarou represents an idealism surrounding the underground elements of the wrestling world. He's the result of an international conference of fat fucks like yourself who think they know the perfect formula for exciting wrestling. They think just because its the opposite of what has been the norm for so long that it's full-proof, but in reality the only difference between Metal Method and Sports Entertainment is the name. Beyond that, its the same cookie-cutter attempt to define this business along a single spectrum.
Carl Penske: One could argue everything you've just laid out about your own intentions can also be seen as unilateral.
Sebastian Knight: Again, distinction. Men like The Fat Smarkish and his foriegn prodigy think their product is good for all. I, on the otherhand, know full well that the only man who is meant to benefit from my fights is me. Masatarou can pander all he wants in his sloppy English. I'll just fight.
Carl Penske: And Legato?
A pointed pause.
Sebastian Knight: Not even worth the time of day.
And with that, Sebastian walks off-screen, bringing an end to the interview. Monday Bloody Monday cuts back to ringside a moment later.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 9, 2018 2:42:13 GMT
Leo vs Chaos vs Nyeo Son Writer: Joe
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The slow, techno beats of Burning up by BTS stars, accompanied by dark, slow-motion footage of a rave on the titantron and multicolored strobelights.
It all stops as a voice speaks a single word in korean.
“Bultaoreune”
The area explodes into a cascade of red and white to reveal Nyeo Son on the ramp, arms outstretched and with a smirk on his face.
Abbi Stein (unenthusiastically): This match is one fall! Making his way to the ring, from the Chop Suey Nightclub in South Korea, Nyeo Son!
He makes his way to the ring, his body swaying in time to the music, his coat and gloves catching the light and making him shine like a lonesome star in the otherwise dark arena.
He rolls into the ring and stares down the hard camera as he leans over the ropes, licking his lips with a smirk before casually arching back until he is lying on his back on the mat, the camera switches to show him straight from above as he gestures it closer, a hungry look on his face before the lights go out once more.
'Hollywood Undead' starts to play as Chaos slowly makes his way to the ring.
Abbi Stein (unenthusisastically): And his opponent, from Sparta, 'The Wife Murderer' Chaos!
Chaos death stares Abbi as he walks down the ring, as Abbi replies with a 'I don't care' stare. He walks up the ring steps to enter the ring as the four corner post explode with blue flame. Chaos enters the ring as the flames die and stands in the ring waiting for the match to start.
Music hits "Porter Robinson & Madeon - Shelter", light go out and the spotlight is on Leo standing at the entrance with his orange hoodie hiding his face. The lyrics come up "And it's long forward, trust in me" and Leo pulls up his hood revealing a smiling face making the crowd chant "Leo”.
Abbi Stein (unenthuastically): Everybody, it's Leo!
Abbi Stein exits the ring and has a smoke as Leo walks down the ramp. The crowd goes wild for him, as he is the only face in this triple threat match. He quickly enters the ring and waits for the match to start.
DING! DING! DING!
Sara Conway: Welcome back to Monday Bloody Monday and here is a very diverse match.
Charlie Hanson: That's right, a Korean slut, a Spartan beast and a mysterious face in the same match.
St. Remi: I'm rooting for the Korean slut in this one.
Chaos charges at Leo. He goes for a clothesline but is reversed into a German suplex, but Leo can't lift him!
Sara Conway: Leo, still trying to lift Chaos!
St. Remi: Here comes Nyeo! Dropkick!
Chaos stumbles back from the impact into the turnbuckle, causing Leo to be squashed between the turnbuckle and Chaos.
Charlie Hanson: Ooh! That looked like it hurt!
Leo drops down and rolls out of the ring. Chaos stares at Nyeo. He starts to charge at him now!
Sara Conway: Chaos goes for a 'Hail Sparta' but Nyeo ducks just in time!
St. Remi: Chaos turns around to receive another dropkick! Yeah!
Charlie Hanson: But Chaos shakes it off!
Nyeo stares at Chaos in shock!
St. Remi: Ooh! Big Boot out of nowhere from Chaos!
Sara Conway: Chaos lets out an almighty roar, but Nyeo's getting back up!
St. Remi: Don't turn around!
Charlie Hanson: He turned around! Peach Shnap!
Sara Conway: Nyeo Son, heading to the top rope!
Charlie Hanson: Here comes Leo!
Leo punches Nyeo, making him slip and sit on the top rope. He jumps off the ropes...
Charlie Hanson: ...top rope Hurricanrana!...
Sara Conway: ...to the outside!
The crowd goes wild as both men hit the floor hard.
St. Remi: Ooh, Chaos gets up and exits the ring... he's gonna have some fun!
Charlie Hanson: Fun? He's going to slaughter the people!
St. Remi: ...so?
Chaos picks Nyeo up by the hair and throws him to the barricade. Leo gets back up and goes for another hurricanrana, but is reversed into a powerbomb.
Sara Conway: Chaos is destroying the opponents.
Chaos picks Nyeo up again and whips him into the ringpost. He then picks up Leo and does a German suplex, as Leo lands on top of the barricade. Nyeo and Leo stare at each other and both manage to nod. Chaos then picks both men up and puts them back in the ring.
Sara Conway: Chaos stands in the ring, waiting for both men to get up
St. Remi: This has been demolition... I LOVE IT.
Sara Conway: Nyeo and Leo manage to stand back up...
Charlie Hanson: Nyeo and Leo, catchy...
Sara Conway: …Leo stands up to Chaos... Codebreaker!
St. Remi: Chaos stumbles back... into another Peach Shnap by Nyeo!
Charlie Hanson: Chaos surely has to be out after that!
Leo and Nyeo deathstare each other in the middle of the ring now...
St. Remi: It's on!
Sara Conway: Nyeo with a crossbody, but avoided from Leo who goes for a side kick! Misses!
Charlie Hanson: Leo quickly moves past Nyeo and rebounds off the ropes...
St. Remi: ...Strain and Serve! Out of nowhere by Nyeo! Middle of the ring!
Tap tap tap.
Abbi Stein: And your winner, Nyeo Son!
Sara Conway: And all of a sudden, the match ends!
St. Remi: Yes! Called it!
Charlie Hanson: This was a jam-packed match! Chaos destroys the opposition but Nyeo and...
St. Remi: Yeah, yeah, the viewers just saw the match.
Sara Conway: We'll be right back after this.
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