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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 3:24:16 GMT
Lights go up to the filling arena, wherein two figures pace around referee Zander Hobbs. On the right, is the upstart Vincent Walker. On the other stands a proven fighter in, and his brother, Allen Walker. Both size of their blood like prizefighters. “We the People” hits summoning a spotlight to the announcers table. There, dressed in PPV best, stands Commissioner Larmarche with Sara Conway at his side. He then takes ups the mic.
Commish: All right you scum, who’s ready for some bloodshed?
He waits for the applause to die.
Commish: Well you picked a good night. Because there’s like a family feud. And tonight, we have two brothers crossing swords for the first time. Let’s get to the fight’an!
The Commissioner calls for the bell and the Walkers immediately lock up. Strength has Vincent into a headlock. He pushes his brother off – followed by a straight kick to the gut. Momentum takes him from a sprint into a reverse atomic drop. Vincent hops around before going straight to the mat via falling clothesline. His brother Allen transitions right into a surfboard stretch.
Sara Conway: Do you think he’s got this one in the bag?
Commish: Those Allen boys are tough, resourceful little roaches. They want that gold bad.
Sara Conway: Aren’t you the one that called it a “cardboard crown?”
Commish: That’s branding… we have an image to maintain, after all.
Sara Conway: Vincent working to one knee. He breaks the hold then throws Allen into the opposite ropes... and connects with a lifting dropkick. What form from the rookie!
Allen gets up rubbing his chin. Vincent tries for a second – Allen swats it down like a fly. He then hits a chain of knees to the ribcage. Vincent, fiery at first, seems to be slowing down.
Commish: I love that guy – he’s so damn ferocious!
Sara Conway: Walker blocks a kick… and he keeps the leg as a souvenir. Now going for something big here…. capture suplex!
Commish: And a bridge. Damn.
1!
2!
Sara Conway: Vincent gets the shoulder up. Now Allen’s back on the attack, slamming his brother’s against the canvas. Hobbs cannot break him from this vicious display.
Commish: Almost like, he wants to see blood. And it’s shared blood at that!
Allen goes behind and works his brother into a dragon suplex – and nails it – not before flipping over his grapple for a second – and nails that one too.
Commish: Oh man, he’s good.
Sara Conway: Yeah, but he’s really playing with his food now. He’s getting cocky.
Commish: Allen’s always been a cockle. His brother’s much less than that. Allen forgoes a cover in favor on more of this punishing technique…. senton crushes his opponent for another pin.
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2!
Sara Conway: Not even close. Allen might regret putting this show on display.
Commish: Why? He’s got it under control.
Sara Conway: Everything is coming up Allen, but Vincent would love nothing more – well, perhaps their dad – than usurping the family crown from this contest.
Allen pulls his brother’s deadweight from the floor then steadies a wind-up lariat. Vincent ducks, then rebounds off the ropes with a spinning crucifix pinning combo.
1!
Allen throws up a should before giving a two-finger salute to Philly’s faithful. Vincent tries to contain his brother, but superior conditioning reverses fortunes. On shoulder ram thrusts his brother to the canvas. Allen pumps his fist – “Pelicans We” interrupts his final display.
Sara Conway: Where are you going?
Commish: Pelican!
As the Commissioner leaves the table, fan cheer on the unseen movements of one, Captain Pelican. Larmarche and security comb the outside while Allen looks to finish things inside. An amorphous blob oozes from under the ring. Suddenly, the yellow raincoat of Captain Pelican takes to the apron. Secruity rushes but he fends them off with stiff kicks. The Commissioner tackles him by the ankles, wiping the Bum Fights champion in a dangerous way.
Sara Conway: Pandemonium breaking loose now. Our own commissioner has taken it upon himself to eliminate Captain Pelican. Allen Walker has been at the ropes for a minute. His brother Vincent beginning to stand again. Maybe it’s all those vegetables?
Larmarche takes control with security restraining the Captain for concentrated punches from Old Jo. Allen turns right into a rebounding spinning wheel kick. He rolls from the damage yet right into a side grapple. Vincent pins him with a release Saito suplex.
Sara Conway: Security taking all sorts of liberties here. They’re brutalizing Captain Pelican.
Allen Walker moves onto his stomach before Vincent can take any advantage. However, his attentions carry to the outside and the beating of Captain Pelican. That spit second gives Allen a chance to even the score.
Sara Conway: That was trap! A leg sweep drops Vincent Walker. No! He pulls out and onto the apron. Allen giving chase – and Pelican’s free on the outside. This show is out of control. But the fans are loving it.
Security chases Pelican – barely keeping his angler’s hat on – around the ring. He passes Vincent Walker and cheapshots the unaware face of Allen Walker. This stifling punch lets the younger Walker retake the ring.
Sara Conway: Allen is bleeding! What did the Captain hit him with? Whatever it was, Allen is seeing red all over. He wanders into the ring… but he doesn’t even see his brother waiting to pounce! Catch – a – Bloke! He hits the fisherman suplex – and the pin!
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3!
Sara Conway: And there you have it. A new number one contender for the Bum Fight Title. What are?
Commish: Shut up and get ready for the show.
Both Walkers have left the arena, yet security has Captain Pelican restrained near the timekeeper’s area. Commissioner Lamarche steps between them.
Commish: All right Cap… we get it. I know your demands – and we all heard you. So whatcha say we bury this hatchet, for the last time. Here’s that dollar I shorted you three weeks ago… Oh yeah it’s real. Go on – take it. You’ve earned it.
Fans seem split on if he should trust the Commissioner. Pelican bobs his head yes, then reaches in for the money. Lamarche welcomes this with a closed fist and cold slap to his cheek.
Commish: You ain’t getting a dime from me! And next week… oh are you gonna pay for tonight. Monday you got a match Cap’n. Against the man you screwed… Allen Walker!
Pelican rushes the Commissioner only to have three black shorts wrestle him to the ground. “We the People” plays Lamarche to the back while security tries to pull Captain Pelican away. He somehow breaks free and takes off through the crowd to the rancor of wild cheers.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 3:30:46 GMT
St. Remi: Those bums are something else, aren't they? Sara Conway: Indeed, but that preshow is over and it is now time for Blood Moon Rising’s opening match. Charlie Henson: Joe Smarts is already in the ring and he is awaiting his opponents for the night… The very silent opponents who were too scared to promo against the guy… That guy being The Smartest Man in the world. St. Remi: Was that as hard to say as it was to hear? Sara Conway: Word is this is yet another situation as last week, but this The Commish found a guy to fight Joe specifically. The theme from Cheers begins to play and a husky black man who looks like a barrel with arms and a nappy grey fro on top, comes walking down the ramp with a shopping cart and a cardboard sign folded up. He gets to the ring and he rolls inside with his cardboard sign before running to the ropes with held outward. St. Remi: Does that sign say what I think it says? Charlie Henson: I am HungGary and I'll fight for food? Charlie starts laughing uncontrollably. Charlie Henson: His name is Hung Gary. Sara Conway: Well he wastes no time going after Joe who slips out of his way causing Gary to collide with the ring post. Joe moonwalks away and does a spin, which the fans eat up. St. Remi: Think Joe will teach me a few moves? Sara Conway: Maybe that's what you should've sold your soul for, Remi… I mean, we could still cut a deal if you like. St. Remi: NO WAY! Charlie Henson: Hung Gary is back up and he looks either high, hungry, or pissed, I can't really tell… He's coming in with a full head of steam yet again, but Joe drops him with a drop toe hold. Sara Conway: Joe rolls away and Gary rolls after him causing Zander to leapfrog over both competitors. St. Remi: This is a joke right? Charlie Henson: True to life, brother. Sara Conway: Gary catches Joe on the roll and he shoves poor Joe causing him to roll off course. St. Remi: Joe rolls out of the ring and he is now stuck in a seated position in Gary’s cart, signaling Gary to join his opposition. Sara Conway: Um… Joe is now going for a ride! St. Remi: Gary is pushing Joe around the ring like a man possessed! Remi laughs and elbows Sara. Sara Conway: Yeah yeah… Zander is trying to keep up with them… Charlie pulls out his phone and he starts playing the Benny Hill theme. Charlie Henson: It just feels right… St. Remi: It does fit this, but it looks like it's the end of the line for Joe Smarts. Sara Conway: Hung Gary is pushing Joe up the ramp now after finishing his rounds around the ring. Charlie Henson: End of the road indeed, Gary is measuring up the potential throw here off the stage. St. Remi: This can't end well for the World's Smartest Man. Sara Conway: Wait a second! That's FFC AND DWAYNE making the save! St. Remi: Those fatties are running Gary’s fun and freeing Joe from the cart. Charlie Henson: The three men stare Hung Gary down and now Gary throws his hands up while screaming out loud. St. Remi: Where does the Commish find these guys? Gary has lost it and he has just blown past the three men making a diarrhea run to the back. Sara Conway: Joe, FFC, and Dwayne all stand scratching their heads. St. Remi: Don't worry fellas, we are too! Sara Conway: Strange matches with Joe… It just sounds right.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 3:32:38 GMT
The lights dim as the first words "I got, I got, I got, I got" start playing.
Abbi Stein: Ya guys ready? Here’s that Brit… Kendrick Kross.
Kendrick makes his way to the ring. Passing the barricades, pyrotechnics goes off in route to entering the ring. Accompanied by Gabriel Lane, Gray Zee comes out wearing a leather hoodie and chain around his neck. Unlike previous bouts, he makes a blitzkrieg straight for the ring – hot on his opponent’s trail.
Abbi Stein: Hey dick weed! I wasn’t ready… All right, I guess there’s “Big Deal” Gray Zee and Gabriel Lane… (muttering) ass hole.
Sara Conway: Kendrick hops the apron before that beast of a man can gore him.
St Remi: True… he’s mad right now. You can feel the hatred already.
Sara Conway: Blood Moon Rising is an opportunity for both to improve their standings. After another loss – to Kross no less – you have to imagine Gray Zee wants blood tonight.
Charlie Hanson: Oh yeah, it’s gonna get physical!
St Remi: God, please kill me…
Gabriel gives his client a final talk on the outside ropes. Gray then hops onto the apron to a sudden flash of sparks and flames. Kendrick Kross claims a corner, watching for what this man will do next. Rage exudes like sweat from the German as he enters behind a deadpanned mask. Referee Charlie Betts brings them in, averting an early scuffle, before calling for the bell.
Sara Conway: Here we go… and Gray Zee takes the first blow with a rough knee…
St Remi: Up and over with a gutwrench suplex!
Charlie Hanson: And he flips into a kimura lock!
Sara Conway: We knew he was looking for vengeance. But Gray is already using unrelenting power to dismantle the Brit.
Kendrick Kross slides along the mat with a much larger man locked onto his upper body. Crafty moves help loosen the grip, but Zee only locks in tighter.
St Remi: Speed helps until you’re caught. Kross will need to find something better than agility to get free of this—
Charlie Hanson: Like strength?
St Remi: Yeah, probably… Kross inches closer to the ropes while flailing his legs the whole way. Zee tires of this and tries to transition into a different hold around the body. This split second lets the Brit slip and roll away. Inflicted damage wears his shoulders to the waist. Zee charges from his knees, lifting and slamming his opponent with a heavy spinebuster.
Charlie Hanson: Oh man! What about the cover?
St Remi: He wants to inflict damage… all sorts of pain upon Kendrick Kross. He won’t be satisfied until we witness the destruction—
Charlie Hanson: The passion of Kendrick Kross!
Sara Conway: Goddammit Charlie! Gray lost his grip… and Kross stumbling towards the corner. He gives chase and misses wide on that lariat.
St Remi: Speed is coming back into play. See with those clever dodges. Kross has to tire this Panzer tank before he can hope to take it down.
Sara Conway: And how do you do that? Each blow Zee makes has murderous intent.
St Remi: And that’s where he’ll find advantage. Just watch…
Indeed as predicted. Strong punches miss, taking gas out of every subsequent blow. These continue to a point of exhaustion. Zee’s pale complexion has since reddened to a ripe cherry and sweat beading his brow. Kendrick sees this and goes for the legs on a low dropkick. Gray tries to recover from one knee, but Kross hits the ropes and executes a flying leg lariat across forehead.
1!
2!
Sara Conway: Only two as Gray Zee throws Kendrick Kross off him and into the air.
St Remi: But he just recovers on all fours—
Charlie Hanson: Oh yeah, like a cat!
St Remi: Right… holy crap – did you see that?
Sara Conway: A standing shooting star press plants the German back to the mat! A cover!
1!
2!
Sara Conway: Just like that Gray Zee proving why he is the Real Deal with another strong kick out. A normal man might have gone down to that one. Not the Gray Zee… and his manager could not be happier.
Charlie Hanson: I don’t know how he’s taken control, but I’m loving this Kross kid. He does so much around the ring. Nowhere is off limits to him!
St Remi: As he takes advantage of the apron… and he takes off!
Charlie: Caught! Right into the waiting arms of Gray Zee!
Sara Conway: Kross wanted to go for some variety of athletic splash. But now he’s at the mercy – driving T-bone suplex from the German. And a cover!
1!
2!
3—
St Remi: Out just in time. I think the weight and strength of Gray Zee is preventing a clean escape. I wouldn’t call a T-bone devastating. But from someone of Zee’s size, it’s like heavy machinery. Don’t envy anyone underneath that man’s full weight.
Charlie Hanson: What about last week? Didn’t Kross manage to beat him though?
Sara Conway: Embarrassment has a way of teaching, Charlie. Shame is quite the motivator—
St Remi: You can’t live like that in a business like ours. Otherwise it’ll eat you alive.
Gray Zee gets up slow from that taxing move. He tries to get control of Kross’s head, but a few erratic punches keep him back. Staved but undeterred, Zee shoves all his weight behind a shoulder tackle. Kendrick rolls through and under this strike. Now behind him, he goes for a leaping kick over one shoulder…
Charlie Hanson: Pele Kick! No – Zee reverse into a snapping powerslam!
St Remi: Now clubbing strikes! Why not go for the pin?
Sara Conway: Like you said before, Remi. He wants blood.
St Remi: He gets it until the referee intervenes. Chandra Betts will never let you hold one that long. Never has… now separated, he goes for another bombastic attack with a diving elbow. Those aren’t measured strikes – this is assault!
Sara Conway: Betts pulls him away. She can scold with the best of them, can’t she? Charlie Hanson: Oh yeah…
Sara Conway: And we lost Charlie.
St Remi: Hand check buddy – Kross just went for the legs!
Sara Conway: Did you see that? He almost sawed it off at the knee from that spinning wheel kick.
Charlie Hanson: How’d he get on the floor?
St Remi: You’d know if Betts wasn’t dominating your thoughts.
Charlie Hanson: Heh, yeah right… Kross looking froggy! 450!
1!
2!
Sara Conway: And he finds a way out once more. You cannot keep this German down.
St Remi: Zee gets up and screams to the rafters. He is pissed.
Sara Conway: Caution creating space between them now. Kendrick Kross wants no part of this superhuman rage overcoming the Real Deal now.
Charlie Hanson: Marching step by step to his enemy. This one is looking about over for the young Brit. What can he do to stop this war machine?
St Remi: Outsmart him… but even that is looking bleak now.
Zee chases his opponent around the ring in slow stomping motion. Each step cuts distance without tiring this already spent fighter. Kross keeps more than three arm-lengths between them as he hops away from grappling attempts. Zee sudden lunges – he overshoot and hits the deck.
St Remi: Super kick from the Brit! A Zee is stunned!
Charlie Hanson: Hitting the ropes behind lightning speed – swinging DDT!
Sara Conway: Gray Zee is down and out, but Kross wants to end this once and for all. He’s going for the top rope… a painstaking ascent to greatness… can he make it?
St Remi: Bad intentions all around. Have to admire his bravery here.
Charlie Hanson: Kissing to the crowd… The Smybol K!
A twisting phoenix splash drapes across the barrel chest of the German, driving him down for good. Kendrick Kross drapes a single, drastic arm over his opponent. Betts dives for the count.
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3!
Abbi Stein: The little guy did it! Golly good show, love.
Fan cringe as Abbi returns to her chair. A few lucky fanboys get her patented “two gun” salute in route. Gabriel Lane is quick to evaluate his man, while the youngster emerges victorious again.
Sara Conway: That was amazing. Make that a clean 2 – 0 for the Brit.
St Remi: Flashy speed wins the day. Great work out there.
Charlie Hanson: Take it to the pay winda!
St Remi: And the future hasn’t looked brighter for this young man. Go get ‘em, Kross.
Sara Conway: Stay tuned for more action as the blood moon rises!
Charlie Hanson: Hollah!
St Remi: Someone kill me...
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 3:33:07 GMT
Tag title match place holder
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 3:33:46 GMT
Chaos vs Travis McKenna
Remi: An action packed night in Madison Square Garden here at Blood Moon Rising, and things can only get more exciting!
Conway: Next up, the “Undying" Chaos mixes it up with resident bad boy Travis McKenna!
Hanson: Keeping that party train on track! Choo-choo!
Hollywood Undead starts to play as Chaos slowly makes his way to the ring. As he walks up the ring steps to enter the ring 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.
Abbi Stein: The following match is -- look, it's a wrestling match, okay? We all know how the fuck it works. Let's get on with the mayhem! Introducing first, the immortal Spartan… CHAAAOOSSS!!!
Remi: Chaos is one impressive competitor! Not unlike someone else sitting at this table.
Hanson: Thanks, Remi! That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me!
Remi: Not you, bro. I'm talking about me!
Conway: Of course. When are you not?
“Big Rings" by Drake and Future hits the speakers, and Travis McKenna rushes out -- his tag team partner, Morgan Baker, at his side --and hypes himself up on the top of the ramp. He then confidently struts down the ramp and puts his fingers to his lips to shush the crowd.
Abbi Stein: And his opponent -- accompanied to the ring by Morgan Baker -- from Louisville, Kentucky -- the Kid with the Motor Mouth, Travis McKenna!
Remi: The official patting down both competitors now. Both these guys look ready to go as Baker steps out on the apron.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Conway: Here we go! Travis out of his corner with a vicious right, but Chaos clobbers back with one of his own!
Hanson: European uppercut from McKenna rings Chaos’ bell! Travis to the ropes! Rebounds -- right into a monster clothesline!
Remi: Early cover here from Chaos.
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Conway: McKenna kicks out strong and bounces to his feet. Chaos responds with a hard shove, but McKenna doesn't look too impressed.
Hanson: That's because he's not! Travis stomps back to Chaos and shoves him harder!
The two men get in each other's faces, both running their mouths, right up until McKenna makes a rude insinuation regarding Chaos’ late wife.
Remi: OH! Travis McKenna gets a knee to the gut for that comment, and Chaos follows up -- with bridging German suplex!
Conway: Holding on for the pin -- but the ref is distracted, trying to keep Baker from entering the ring!
Chaos realizes he's not getting his pinfall counted and leaps up, angrily charging after Morgan Baker. Baker moves and the official gets a taste of Chaos’ boot some instead!
Hanson: We're gonna need another Timmy!
The ref slumps to the floor outside, and Fear Of God seize their chance!
Remi: Baker in the ring! No official in sight! McKenna sizing up his opponent!
Conway: Turn around, Chaos!
Hanson: DON'T turn around! But he turns anyway, only to be met with a giant spear!
Hanson: Der Kommissar’s in town!
Remi: Seriously, bro? Massive spear from McKenna in blatant imitation of Chaos’ own Spartan Spear! He's sending a message tonight!
Conway: They both are! Baker and McKenna now stomping away at the big man!
Hanson: Here's the cavalry! Referee Zander Hobbs slides into the ring and Baker vanishes like it's the Rapture! McKenna rolls up Chaos in a small package!
ONE . . .
TWO . . .
Remi: Travis holding onto the tights, but Hobbs doesn't see it!
THREE ! ! !
*DING! DING! DING!*
Abbi Stein: And your winner -- TRAAVIS MCKENNAAA!!!!
“Big Rings” hits the speakers again as McKenna and Baker celebrate Travis’ victory in the ring.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 3:38:32 GMT
Segment #3 Karlie and Co.
“Fat Fuck” Carl Penske is waiting for his next interview, when Karlie Nash steps into the interview.
FFC: Lock up your mom’s Karlie Nash is here.
Karlie: Whatever, tubby.
FFC: Tonight, you step into the ring with three other ladies for the women’s title, so do you find the other ladies in the match hot.
Karlie: that’s none of your business.
FFC: Anyway so do you think you can win this match?
Karlie: Of course I think I can win, what a stupid question, look at my competition, First you got Erin Fausse, who I’ve wrestled a few time, but who the fucks knows if she is motivated for this match, Brooke Bell seems to be the owners choice, so just to stick it to Pryde I might just pin her tonight.
FFC: You like pinning women huh.
Karlie: Listen fuck nuts, your getting pretty dame close to getting knocked the fuck out, now where was I, oh use the champion Vandalia who did this chick beat to win the women’s title, I don’t recal seeing any footage of that, maybe Pryde snuck her across the border and decided to give her a title, anyway it doesn’t matter, I’m walking out of Madison Square Garden the women’s champion.
FFC see’s another competitor in the match approaching.
FFC: Well let’s see what your competitors have to say, I see one approaching now.
Walking over in her ring gear and a smirk on her face is Brooke Bell.
Bell: "Well, well, well. How are you Karlie? Hope you know your place tonight and don't get in my way."
Karlie: Yeah whatever, maybe you should stay out of my way.
Bell: You and I both know that is not what you really want Karlie.
Giving her a playful wink as she walks away, leaving Karlie standing there.
Karlie looks at FFC who has a stupid grin on his face.
Karlie: Wipe that smile off your face fatso.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 4:03:39 GMT
War Machine by AC/DC plays in the arena, Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side, Karlie steps on the stage, Tracy and Karlie walk to the ring showing disdain for the crowd, Tracy walks up the steps and enters the ring, Karlie climbs the ropes from outside and flashes the loser sign to the crowd, she then climbs down and stretches in her corner. Abbi Stein: Introducing first, Karlie Nash the cougar hunting chick! A mix reaction from the fans buzzes all over the arena. St. Remi: Karlie Nash is a strange bird, she could care less if the fans like her and she makes sure they know it. Sara Conway: Very true, she also voiced the surprise of being added to this match, but I say Pryde knows what he's doing. “Versace" by Migos plays as the lights in the arena dim, walking out from the back wearing a obnoxiously bright gold Versace robe, is Brooke Bell. Looking down at some of the jewelry on her wrist, flossing it for the crowd. Starting her trek down to the ring now, taking her time ignoring the fans disdain. Abbi Stein: Introducing next is a woman who probably kisses the bosses ass too much, she's extra Thirsty for that gold, huh? Charlie Henson: I love Abbi’s announcing… St. Remi: You would. Stopping as she reaches the bottom of the ramp to do a little bit of a spin before walking around the edge of the ring. Sitting 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 jewelry which she places in a bag that she sets in her corner. As she tosses off her robe before stepping into the ring where she proceeds to stretch staring at Nash who eyeballs her from across the way. "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. Her head cocked to the side, she begins her descent towards the ring, her confidence unfazed by the sea of disapproval from the audience. Abbi Stein: It's the crazy lisp chick, not to get her confused with Mya Denton who doesn't have a lisp... 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 Champion to enter. Sara Conway: Time for our champion with a special entrance brought to you by Halestorm! To the side of the ramp a smaller stage rises up with Halestorm standing with instruments and their music comes to life playing “I Am The Fire”. Charlie Henson: She is En Fuego! Vandalia steps out onto the stage in a gold and orange mask and attire that resembles fire, carrying her title on her left shoulder. St. Remi: The champion is looking good tonight, hope she's ready for 3 extremely hungry opponents. Abbi Stein: Making her way to the ring, YOUR NBW WOMEN’S CHAMPION, THE DESERT ROSE, VANDALIA! Vandalia flips her blonde hair back and forth to music as she walks down the ramp. V high fives some of the New Blood Thirsty before sliding into the ring. She comes up to one knee in the middle of her opponents before standing up with her title held high. Sara Conway: It's no surprise the fans are behind their champion here tonight, but what about Pryde’s chosen one, Brooke Bell? St. Remi: The fans seem to like those who are in favor of Pryde, its a no brainer they'd be behind her too. Charlie Henson: Well looks like Zander is having the girls meet in the middle and he's taking the Women’s title now… He's holding it upside down above his head… Sara Conway: Don't worry it looks like Brooke Bell is setting him straight and he awkwardly fixes it and blushes as he walks away. Bell time! St. Remi: it doesn't take long for all the girls to turn their eyes onto Vandalia. Sara Conway: They're picking away at her like vultures. Charlie Henson: Nice group effort ground and pound as The Desert Rose claws her way out of the ring. St. Remi: Nash and Bell both turn their sites to Fausse who was making sure V stayed out of the ring. Sara Conway: Nash spins Fausse around and Fausse comes out with a chop to Nash’s neck and a spinning kick to Bell’s midsection. Fausse capitalizes and rolls over Bell’s back and hits a fluid German suplex. She kips up and she tries a shoulder into Nash, driving her back to the corner. St. Remi: A vicious flurry of chops follows and Nash is being rocked. Crowd: WHOOOO WHOOOO WHOOOOO Charlie Henson: Sounds like knife edge chops country out there tonight. St. Remi: Real subtle, Charlie. Sara Conway: Bell with a shoulder to Fausse’s back rocking both Fausse and Nash. St. Remi: Bell quickly lifts Fausse up and she takes her over with a snap suplex, she goes for a cover. Zander flops down for the count. 1! 2!! Noooo!!! Sara Conway: Fausse gets the shoulder up and Nash is back into the ring standing beside Bell. St. Remi: How long until Bell gets her use out of Nash? Charlie Henson: What's a cougar, Remi? St. Remi: Dear god, Chuck, it's not just a wild cat, dude. Sara Conway: Hot older women, now back to this action in the ring, Bell and Nash are stomping away at Fausse and the turnbuckle behind them is V ascending the top. St. Remi: SHE’S GOING TO FLY! Charlie Henson: POP goes the weasel! Vandalia takes Bell and Nash down with a duel middle drop kick. Sara Conway: V is back up and she notices Fausse still on the mat. St. Remi: She shrugs and she hits a twisting senton from the mat down onto Fausse, she goes for the cover! Charlie Henson: ZMan making waves with this pin attempt. 1! 2!! Noooo!!! Sara Conway: You can't keep a crazy chick down. St. Remi: Vandalia shoves Fausse out the bottom rope to the floor and returns her sights onto Bell and Nash. Sara Conway: V looking strong as she kicks Nash to keep her down and picks Bell up off the ground into a front facelock. She hooks the leg and takes her over with a fisherman suplex. St. Remi: She's going for a pin, get down there Zander! Zander plops down to the mat. 1! 2!! Noooo!!! Sara Conway: Bell kicks out and Nash is in for the save to leap onto the downed Vandalia. Charlie Henson: Nash with a flurries of grounded punches. St. Remi: Somebody needs to tell Nash this isn't hockey, there's an art to this sport. Sara Conway: I say do what gets the job done and Karlie is making sure of that here. Charlie Henson: Here comes Fausse now with a shuffle sidekick to the back of Nash’s head. St. Remi: Fausse mounts Vandalia now and she takes over where Nash left off. Sara Conway: Vandalia is stuck in a state of never ending torture here it looks like. Charlie Henson: Bell is back up now and she hits Fausse with a shining wizard, knocking her off of Vandalia. St. Remi: Bell finds herself becoming the trifecta in this line of torture for the champ as she mounts Vandalia. Sara Conway: Ground and pound like a champ here… What is this? Bell is transitioning into a cross armbar on the Champion. St. Remi: V is squirming looking for that bottom rope, will she tap? Charlie Henson: Here comes Nash and she locks on a side leg lock on Vandalia. Sara Conway: Fausse is now in and she locks Nash in a headscissors lock. St. Remi: We have ourselves a web of submission holds here… Who is going to tap and more importantly, who is going to win? Charlie Henson: Looks like Nash releases her leg lock and Fausse is pulling her closer to the middle of the ring. Sara Conway: V starts moving her body around to get leverage and she rolls with Bell to fold her up. St. Remi: Zander going for the count. 1! 2!! Noooo!!! St. Remi: Fausse gets off of Nash to break up the pin attempt and we now have Fausse and Vandalia up trading blows. Sara Conway: Lefts and rights back and forth. These ladies are out for blood! St. Remi: You know will be okay with that. Charlie Henson: POP GOES THE WEASEL! Vandalia with a stiff European uppercut followed up with a high drop kick that sends Fausse to the mat. Sara Conway: Bell throws V out of the ring and dives onto Fausse for the pin. 1! 2!! Nooo!!! St. Remi: Nash breaking up the pin attempt by Bell and Bell gets into her face! Charlie Henson: I called that one! Sara Conway: Where's V going? She's climbing under the ring… Charlie Henson: Maybe she's taking a cookie break, I was heard a wrestler had a cookie hide out under the ring once before… St. Remi: Bell with a knee to Nash’s midsection and she rebounds off the ropes with a running elbow smash. Sara Conway: For Whom the Bell Tolls!!! Charlie Henson: PIN HER! Zander flops down. 1! 2!! Noooo!!! Sara Conway: Fausse to break up the pin here and she now backs Bell into the corner with vicious knife edge chops. St. Remi: Fausse hoists Bell to the top rope and she ascends with her, grabbing her in a superplex position. Charlie Henson: Uh here comes Nash to join in on the fun and she grabs up Bell in the superplex as well. Sara Conway: The sneaky Vandalia appears out from the under the ring now and she joins the fun grabbing up both Nash and Fausse. St. Remi: A superplex double powerbomb combo and these ladies are out! Charlie Henson: It looks like a car wreck out there! St. Remi: Wait a second what is that? Sara Conway: Am I seeing double? There's a second Vandalia entering the ring, what the hell this? Charlie Henson: She throws herself down onto Bell for the pin and Zander flops down. 1! 2!! NOOO!!! REVERSE!!!! Sara Conway: Bell rolls through V’s pin attempt and she folds V over. 1! 2!! 3!!!! Ding! Ding! Ding! Abbi Stein: Your winner and NEW NBW WOMEN’S CHAMPION, Ms. One Hit Wonder herself, Brooke Bell!!! Sara Conway: Get that woman her title. St. Remi: I GOT IT! Sara Conway: Sit down, looks Abbi has it well in hand. Abbi hands Bell the women’s title and Bell holds it above her head towards the fans to a mix reaction. Charlie Henson: Wow what a women’s match here, good luck following that fellas.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 4:07:41 GMT
The crowd goes crazy as Luscious Starr shows up on screen with his stunning blue eyes and perfectly combed blonde hair.
Luscious Starr: Hello New Blood Thirsty and new fans alike. I’m Lucy Starr and tonight I’m pleased to be standing next to one of the 2 men fighting for the First Blood Championship in just a few moments in Noah Knox AKA FarCry. Welcome.
FarCry: Thanks Lucy.
Luscious Starr: Now tell me what makes you think that you can overcome the odds tonight and defeat both Kid Dekay AND Emmit Krauss who so clearly have an alliance.
FarCry: I’ve been in bigger deficits going into matches before…
Luscious Starr: I highly doubt it. I’ve seen both of these men wrestle many times. In fact I even trained DeKay and got him his first job and brought him HERE. I know for a fact that you are not equipped to handle what he’ll be throwing out.
FarCry: I beg to differ, I’ve seen him…
Luscious Starr: And Emmit Krauss is a maniacal and manipulative monster who has no remorse for any of his actions and as we’ve seen before from you there seems to be some forgiveness in your heart, and that won’t play well here tonight.
FarCry: I forgive those who deserve to be forgiven… Krauss and DeKay do n…AUGH!
3 men dressed like Kid DeKay comes out and attack FarCry and knock him down. Starr laughs as he takes a few steps back as to not get his Armani suit wrinkled. Two of them hold FarCry up and the third delivers and unblocked punch to his face opening up old wounds and busting him open.
Suddenly Mya Denton comes from out of nowhere and attacks one of the men holding FarCry and all three of them run off.
Mya Denton: You okay?
Knox feels the blood dripping on his face.
FarCry: Yea, I guess. Thanks for the assist.
Mya Denton: I told you, people like us need to look out for each other. I’ve got your back if you’ve got mine.
She puts her hand out and FarCry looks at her caring eyes. Lucy Starr creeps in closer and brings the microphone between the two of them. FarCry accepts the handshake and the live crowd can he heard cheering for the alliance.
Luscious Starr: Only on my watch, eh. They came in strangers and are leaving cohorts. Will Mtya Denton be the mitigating factor in FarCry’s victory or impending defeat tonight. Time will tell folks, back to you Sara!
The camera pans to Sara Conway, Charlie Henson and St. Remi sitting at their announce table.
Sara Conway: Thanks Lucy, and I gotta say this Denton and Farcy union could be a devastating power couple in NBW should they get on the same page.
Charlie Henson: Talking about being on the same page I’m apt to wonder what page both Emmit Krauss and Kid DeKay will be on tonight during the First Blood Title Match.
St. Remi: My sources say that they’re going to take out FarCry and leave it up to the originals to duke it out to see who will be the First Blood Champion at the end of the night.
Sara Conway: Well sources or nay I wouldn’t be surprised to see that happen tonight.
Charlie Henson: Who do you guys think will be walking away with the title tonight?
St. Remi: My money is on Kid DeKay. He’s been holding the title for months now and I don’t think he wants to let it go any time soon.
Sara Conway: I’m not a betting woman and I’m an unbiased commentator but I think Krauss has something up his sleeve, monetarily or otherwise. I have a feeling that this title is all but his.
Charlie Henson: Well I’ll keep the tie by choosing FarCry. You saw the way he defeated Corey bull two weeks ago. He seems focused and ready.
Sara Conway: It’s anybody’s guess. Stay tuned folks because the First Blood Championship is coming up right after this…
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 4:10:10 GMT
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: This match is for the FIRST BLOOD CHAMPIONSHIP! I’m hard as a fucking rock right now. Making his way to the ring first…Emmit Kraus!
Kraus steps onto the apron and climbs in, waiting now for the match to begin.
Charlie Hanson: He’s donning his bloodcurdling attire wearing all black with the expertly done skeleton painted across his face. The sinister smile underneath is unsettling to say the least.
St. Remi: He is all business tonight, fans.
Abbi Stein: THEN THERE’S FARCRY!
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.
Sara Conway: After the way Krauss and DeKay attacked Knox last week you can tell that he’s looking over his shoulder the whole walk down, and why not.
Charlie Hanson: I’m just glad he got out here, Pryde threatened to fine and suspend him if he didn’t. The fans seem pleased too.
St Remi: Well half of them. He hasn’t won over the New Blood Thirsty yet but the UCI Faithful seem to be eating him up.
Abbi Stein: The Champion… KID DEKAY!
Metal music plays as Kid DeKaY comes out holding his First Blood Championship.
Charlie Hanson: He has defended this title successfully for the past year but never on a stage this big, nor against two men as driven as Krauss and FarCry.
Sara Conway: Or ever in a triple threat match. Which means we should probably explain the rules. As in all First Blood Matches pinfalls are only counted if the wrestler has drawn blood, however, it doesn’t matter which wrestler busts open someone. Meaning if FarCry busts open Krauss then DeKay can still get the pin on Krauss. So basically you don’t have to draw blood to win.
St. Remi: And the most unfair part is that DeKay doesn’t even have to get pinned to lose his title. If Krauss pins FarCry then Krauss gets the title anyway!
All three men stand in their respective corners with the referee explaining the rules to them. Krauss removes his trenchcoat and stands tall with his all black attire. FarCry, dressed in traditional wrestling trunks looks extra trim with his scarred face from the week earlier. DeKay laughs as he looks at FarCry then at Krauss with a look of determination.
Sara Conway: Knox was cut open so much last week, and maybe even from the attack earlier it looks like he may already be bleeding from those half-healed scars.
Charlie Conway: He’s putting himself at a disadvantage by coming in with that injury, not only because of the nature of the attack itself, but he’s already halfway to getting pinned.
FarCry puts his hand up to his scars and a smear of blood is seen on his face and a look of frustration and rage crosses his eyes. The bell rings and FarCry stands with his back to his corner as Both DeKay and Krauss inch their ways towards him. Krauss and DeKay look at each other for physical cues as they stalk closer and closer to FarCry.
FarCry lunges forward and clotheslines Krauss hard to the ground but Dekay jumps on his back. Knox gets to his feet and rushes his back into the corner squashing DeKay between his own body and the turnbuckles before running forward again with a big clothesline to Krauss. A running dropkick from behind sends FarCry face first into the middle turnbuckle in the opposite side leaving Knox laying on the ground.
Krauss gets to his feet and wipes a line of blood from his mouth across the painted teeth on his face making the skeleton smile look as bloody as the inside of his mouth.
Sara Conway: Krauss and DeKay teamed up to attack FarCry last week and it seems like they’re maintaining that alliance tonight.
St. Remi: They’re both NBW originals. The title should STAY with the originals.
Charlie Hanson: I’m curious what they’ll do when FarCry is out of the picture. Will they still be so friendly then?
St. Remi: to be honest I’ve never seen DeKay so friendly with anyone for so long so that will be interesting.
Krauss is directing traffic as in the early stages of this match both he and FarCry have bled and are available to be pinned. DeKay lays boots into FarCry’s midsection as he tries to cover up with his arms. DeKay laughs as he continues to stomp over and over and over again with the referee being helpless to do anything about it.
“PICK HIM UP!” Krauss shouts as DeKay lifts Knox up to his feet. Krauss pulls out his trusty pocket Knife Sebastian and opens it up. He points it at Knox as he slowly gets closer and closer, DeKay laughing maniacally this time, not trying to stop Krauss from ending FarCry’s life.
Sara Conway: Someone has to stop this… where’s Denton?
Denton’s assistance was not needed as Knox kicks the blade out of Krauss’s hand and then headbutt’s Dekay in the face with the back of his head. With Krauss momentarily distracted by the loss of Sebastian Knox runs towards and spears Krauss out of his boots and hard to the ground. He ends up on top of Krauss and the referee drops for a pin.
1…2…
Krauss kicks out and FarCry gets to his feet and finds a neutral corner. Both opponents get back to their feet as Knox eyes them both up and down. He runs towards and bull rushes DeKay, giving him a hard shoulder tackle but not knocking him down. Krauss runs over and is met with a few choice right hands by FarCry forcing him to wobble into the corner. FarCry turns around and his attention to DeKay again who is charging towards him.
FarCry starts delivering rights to Dekay as well and Krauss comes from behind and waffles Knox in the back of the head with a forearm knocking him hard to the ground. A well placed boot to the side of Knox’s head knocks him flat in the middle of the ring. Krauss points to the top turnbuckle and DeKay starts his ascent.
Sara Conway: 2 on 1 when it comes to these men seems like just too much for FarCry to overcome, though he certainly is trying.
Charlie Hanson: DeKay is clmiibing to the top rope! And DOWN HE COMES WITH DECAYING MASS!
The frog splash lands perfectly across FarCry’s chest and DeKay gets to his feet laughing. He then drops down and starts laughing in FarCry’s face before rolling him onto his stomach. FarCry begins to stir and uses his hands to force his body off the floor. Krauss smiles and puts his boot on the back of FarCry’s head and jumps up and stomps down hard!
Charlie Hanson: And there’s the doornail. FarCry is already bleeding, this should be it.
Krauss drops down and goes for the pin.
1…2…
DeKay pushes Krauss off of FarCry, points at the title and then at himself. Then he drops down for the pin.
1…2…
Krauss pushes DeKay off of him and starts shouting in his face. Krauss slaps DeKay across the face and he looks maniacally at him. He drops to his knees and rolls Knox across the ring and to the ground below with a thud. He then gets up and draws an imaginary line on the mat. He then motions like Neo in the matrix to come over and Krauss abides.
Charlie Hanson: JUST LIKE I SUSPECTED!
The two men start trading rights and lefts. DeKay gets the upper hand and throws Krauss into the ropes. When they meet in the center DeKay jumps and deliver a flying roundhouse kick to Krauss. He gets to his feet and does a standing moonsault. Krauss rolls over and trips DeKay to the ground. He mounts DeKay and starts delivering closed fists to Dekay’s dome. He covers up and hip checks Krauss off of him.
Both men get to their feet when.
*SNAP*
A loud snap is heard from outside the ring and the camera pans that way where FarCry is seen holding Sebastian the Knife in his hand and he snaps it in half. His hands covered in his own blood he shrugs and tosses it to the ground. DeKay sees FarCry on his feet and runs off the ropes. He dives between the top and middle ropes towards FarCry but is met with a vicious European uppercut laying him out on the outside of the ring.
The crowd begins to erupt as FarCry slides under the bottom ropes and stares down Krauss whose face is full of mixed emotion from fear of the attack but rage at the assault of his personal property. Krauss shakes away the fear and motions with both hands for FarCry to come at him and he obliges.
St. Remi: This is the moment we’ve been waiting for here, folks. FarCry is finally getting his hands on Krauss and the crowd couldn’t be more pumped up about it.
The start exchanging hard forearm shots to the head, both going at each other like crazy, unrelenting and unyielding to each other’s attacks. Until FarCry gains the advantage and Krauss stops striking, and simply starts blocking. FarCry gives one last forearm sending Krauss into the ropes. FarCry runs off the opposite ropes then delivers a spinning heel kick knocking him hard to the ground.
FarCry gets to his feet and looks around at the crowd who is cheering. He lifts up Krauss and kicks him in the guy. He lifts him up and hits hits Neutralize on him.
St. Remi: That’s it! DeKay is out of the ring, and that’s FarCry’s finisher!
1…2…
KICKOUT!
Krauss kicks out of Neutralize and FarCry has a look of shock on his face. He looks at the referee who pleads his case of 2 then he looks at Krauss who is laying on the ground hardly moving. FarCry gets to his feet and removes his elbow pads and then mounts Krauss. Then he starts delivering deliberate, strong and precice blows with his elbow to Krauss’ head and face, busing him open in the top of the head, crimson staining his blonde hair and mixing in with the oil paint on his face.
Both the New Flood Thirsty and the UCI Faithful are cheering at FarCry finally getting his comeuppance.
And FarCry doesn’t hold back even as Krauss’s limbs begin to stop moving. FarCry continues his elbow strikes and mixes in some closed fits to the side of his head as well. The UCI Faithful begin to quiet down as only half the crowd are cheering for FarCry at this moment.
St. Remi: FarCry seems like he’s been waiting for weeks to do this, and he won’t stop.
Sara Conway: I’ve never seen him like this. Stories have been told about his violent past but this is the first time we’ve seen this come to fruition.
Even the New Blood Thirsty begin to quiet down as FarCry continue this assault, now going up to about 2 minutes of nonstop strikes, leaving a puddle of blood underneath Krauss’ head and the referee unable to do anything to stop it.
Kid DeKay rolls into the ring with a barbed wire covered steel chair and lines up the shot and the crowd begins to liven up again. But he holds back as the crowd cheers even louder wanting it to stop.
“DEKAY… DEKAY…DEKAY!!!” The crowd is chanting as he sits there with the chair in his hand. And suddenly FarCry jumps off and sits back in the corner breathing heavy. He looks at his hands and elbows covered in Krauss’ blood. He starts to shake as he continues to look at his hands and DeKay looks down at Krauss and then at FarCry again.
Charlie Hanson: What is Knox doing? He looks paralyzed.
Sara Conway: He’s even appalled at what he did to get ahead in this match. That was over the top.
Charlie Hanson: You saw what happened to him last week. He was curb stomped on that very same Barbed wire steel chair in DeKay’s hands right now. I think you can still see torn flesh on it.
St. Remi: DEKAY IS GOING FOR THE PIN!
DeKay drops the chair to the ground and climbs on top of Krauss.
1…2…
FARCRY BREAKS IT UP!
Knox at the last second sees what is happening and regains composure. He jumps forward and pushes DeKay off of Krauss and the referee stops the count. DeKay gets to his feet laughing maniacally as he makes circular motions with his arms as he stares at FarCry and then the bloody mess of Emmit Krauss on the ground.
Krauss begins to stir and as 2 officials get into the ring and pull him out, leaving a streak of blood on the already blood stained mat and leaving DeKay and FarCry alone in the ring. FarCry is shaking as he shakes the blood off of his arms and DeKay continues to motion his arms around in a circle as the fans begin to dueling chant.
“LETS GO FARCY…KID DEKAY… LETS GO FARCRY… KID DEKAY!”
Sara Conway: FarCry should be ashamed of himself, but the UCI Faithful still prefer him over DeKay.
Charlie Hanson: DeKay has done nothing but insult the new fans of New Blood Wrestling since UCI merged with them. FarCry has embraced all fans, new and old. He’s proven he can be as sick and twisted as the New Blood Originals and can keep up with the traditional wrestling acumen of the incoming breed of wrestlers. But the New Blood Thirsty are fickly beasts and are standing behind their man DeKay on this one.
DeKay continues to motion his arms around in a circle as men in similar clown makeup make their way out of the crowd.
St. Remi: Kid DeKay is calling on his Dekaying Masses to help him out. He may see that he’s outmatched but it looks like he’s got some help.
Three people make their way out of the audience all dressed in similar attire with similar makeup as earlier.
Charlie Hanson: These must be the same people that attacked FarCry earlier in the night.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Sara Conway: IT’S MYA DENTON!
With that being said the crowd goes nuts as Mya Denton runs down the entrance ramp. She runs full speed and delivers a running dropkick to one of the clowns knocking him out cold. The other two come running from opposite sides. Denton delivers a back kick to the one behind her then with the same foot delivers a front kick to the one in front of her. Then she grabs the hunched over body of the one in fornt of her and hurls it into the one behind her taking them both out.
She then motions to the ring where FarCry and DeKay watched this all go down and are now alone. FarCry smiles at Denton who gives him a thumbs up and then turns his attention to DeKay who steps back with his arms up, begging off for forgiveness. DeKay even drops to his knees with his hands in the air as FarCry steps closer and closer to his victim. He ignores his pleads and Grabs DeKay by the hair.
St: Remi: Be careful, Kid. We’ve seen what he’s capable of!
FarCry has DeKay by the hair and DeKay delivers a blatant low blow to FarCry dropping him to his knees. DeKay gets to his feet and runs off the ropes and delivers running double knees across FarCry’s shoulders knocking him hard on his back and goes for the pin.
1…2…
KICKOUT!
DeKay yells at the referee and then climbs to the top rope. FarCry begins to get to his feet and as DeKay gets to the top rope is caught by FarCry who grabs him and lifts him up over his head in a gorilla press position.
Sara Conway: What strength by FarCry!
He walks towards the center of the ring and then drops DeKay onto his shoulders and delivers a powerslam right on top of the barbed wire chair. DeKay can he heard screaming in agony as blood begins to flow from several open wounds in his back.
Charlie Hanson: That’s the first that DeKay has been busted open tonight, he’s officially able to be pinned!
As if hearing this FarCry climbs to the top rope.
Sara Conway: We’ve never seen him up here before.
Charlie Hanson: Wait.
FarCry gets to the top and looks down at DeKay who is writing in pain on the mat. He lifts his hands in the air and then flips forward down doing a 450 splash and landing directly across the chest and neck of Kid DeKay and hooks the leg.
Charlie Hanson: That’s called the FALLEN ANGEL! And the referee is counting.
1…2…3!!!
*DING DING*
Abbi Stein: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?
St. Remi: Your mic is on.
Abbi Stein: I know. FarCry won! He’s the champ!
My Own Summer plays as the referee grabs the First blood Championship and hands it to FarCry who is on his knees. The camera pans to Mya Denton who claps and then walks herself backstage. FarCry holds the title up and the fans, both the UCI Faithful and the New Blood Thirsty are cheering for Knox as he climbs to the second turnbuckle and holds the title over his head!
Charlie Hanson: Fans big and small are cheering for this man and the performance of all three competitors tonight. Word is that Krauss has severe contusions on his head and face but should recover fine as he’s being stitched up and stapled up by our crack medical team in the back.
St. Remi: I imagine that all three men will be seeing that medical team when they head back there. Our crack medical team has their hands full tonight.
Sara Conway: For once I agree with you as another title is snagged away from the New Blood Originals. Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce to you the NEW NBW First Blood Champion… NOAH KNOX… FARCRY!
FarCry stands on the turnbuckles as the crowd cheers and the scene fades with him holding the title high.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 4:13:58 GMT
St. Remi: What a night of action so far?
Sara Conway: Indeed it has and we've seen many titles change hands in some heavy action packed matches.
St. Remi: Well next up we have-
The lights flicker in the arena for a second.
Sara Conway: What is this?
“Event Horizon” by Stitched Up Heart starts to play and a mixture of cheers from UCI Faithful and New Blood Thirsty alike becomes deafening as The Plague Kevin Bishop steps onto the stage dressed in all black in his very Johnny Cash-esque attire.
St. Remi: The man in black would be proud.
Kevin Bishop has his hair slicked back and his beard well kempt as he takes his the fans on the stage.
Sara Conway: Kevin Bishop, the longest reigning UCI World champion with the most defenses and the most reigns, but some of those UCI Faithful may not be familiar with The Plague’s beginnings in a fledgling company known as New Blood Wrestling. He was a cornerstone in the beginning of its inception and he was a NBW World champ himself.
Charlie Henson: You did your homework my lady.
Sara Conway: I'm not your lady, its just being a good journalist you nimrod.
Charlie Henson: Touche…
Kevin Bishop calls for his music to cut and he brings the microphone up to his lips, but he is silenced by an overwhelming WELCOME BACK chant.
St. Remi: Come on now, the guy hasn't been gone that long…
Sara Conway: Somebody's jealous.
St. Remi: Whatever.
Kevin calms the fans a bit before talking.
Kevin Bishop: Wow, what a reception, thank you.
Charlie Henson: Such a nice guy there.
Kevin Bishop: I know it’s been a little bit since you saw me, but it's been good to get away for a bit, I'm not going to lie. Karma and I have been baby proofing the house to make everything safe for… My baby Boy! The fans erupt with applause.
Kevin Bishop: Yeah I'm pretty excited too and no I'm not naming him after Spencer Adams or Seth Lerch.
Kevin snickers and the fans laugh a long.
Kevin Bishop: I'm actually naming him after my old mentor-
“Lights Out” by Royal Blood plays and Vincent Pryde walks out onto the stage dressed like an obnoxious cheap magician wearing the loudest silver jacket he could find. He pats Bishop on the back and he begins to talk into his microphone.
Vincent Pryde: I'm flattered, Kevin, I really am.
Vincent’s smile soon sours as Kevin shakes his head no.
Kevin Bishop: Are you serious right now? I wouldn't even name a half past dead gold fish after you.
Vincent Pryde: That's some way to talk to the man who gave your snot nose punk was a chance when you were little!
Kevin Bishop: You were a sleazy promoter then just as much as you are now… Its just now, you have a bigger cash roll to blow even more money on homeless people crushing each others faces over a damned sandwich. You saw me as a risk you were willing to take because I had that Tru Grit you were always spouting off about.
Vincent Pryde: Look at you, I was definitely right about you, wasn't I?
Kevin Bishop: To make things clear for you, my successes have nothing to do with you! I am the one who made waves everywhere I went, not you! I succeeded in spite of you!
Vincent Pryde: That's funny, Bish, because I'm pretty sure I was the one giving you pointers on how to navigate the Indy scene… I was the one who told you to go to Japan.
Kevin smirks.
Kevin Bishop: Listen here Teo Del Sol, those rose colored glasses must be a pretty high prescription because that's not at all how things went down. You told to go to Japan and that I'd never be welcomed in your ring again… Or is that lost on you?
Vincent Pryde: Well, I uh…
Kevin Bishop: Of course you don't remember it that way… You see the dollar signs attached to my name and you are willing to leave the past behind to strike a deal. Am I right?
Vincent Pryde: Well, I…
Kevin Bishop: I get it, I really do, but the answer is still the same. If my UCI brothers and sisters need me, I'll give them some pointers, but other than that, I will NOT do business with your Bitch ass again.
Vincent Pryde: And you're a damned fool.
Kevin Bishop: Wait, am I? The way I see it, you're picking a fight with The Guardians and you're choosing to go against Bonnie freakin’ Blue at that… So who's the real damned fool here, Pryde? When you pick a fight with The Guardians, there's only one real outcome, no matter how many times you feel like you have the upper hand, they will cost you dearly.
Vincent Pryde: You had weaklings backing you, that's why you failed. I have entire roster on my side!
Kevin Bishop: Keep telling yourself that, but the way I see it, this SYFY deal of yours is going to cost you all of those originals… Then what will you be left with? Bums? Joe Smarts? That over hyped ass hat The Commish? I've had blind loyalty from my followers, but you don't have an ounce of the persuasion that I do.
Vincent Pryde: I have enough persuasion to have YOU ESCORTED OUT OF HERE! Kevin Bishop smirks as he sees some no name guards walk onto stage wearing black NBW t-shirts, they line up behind Pryde with their arms crossed.
Kevin Bishop: That's cute, your fall guys are all lined up.
Pryde turns for a second to look at his men, but it's a second too long to take his eyes off The Plague, as Bishop drops Pryde to the stage with a codebreaker.
Sara Conway: Oh my!
Charlie Henson: POP GOES THE WEASEL A BLACK DEATH TO THE BOSS!!
The guards swarm to Bishop and a few assist Pryde back to his feet. Pryde throws some kicks at Bishop as the guards carrying him, Bishop jawing at Pryde the entire time.
St. Remi: That's a horrible way for an ex World champion to act…
Sara Conway: Do you need some midol? You're mood swings are really flaring up right now…
St. Remi: Whatever.
Sara Conway: Stay tuned everyone, we have more action to come.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 4:21:29 GMT
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: Coming to the ring, one of the UCI faithful’s heroes who hates the boss… blah blah blah, and I've been informed the boss has made this a falls count anywhere match, so let's see how this goes.
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.
She makes it to the ring, and quickly rolls under the bottom rope 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 on the top turnbuckle, with two peace signs held together in a praying position, as she anticipates her match up.
St. Remi: I don't have a good feeling about this match up…
Sara Conway: The moment mystery opponent was thrown out there, the fans have a buzz. Who could Mr. Pryde choose to do battle with L Verez who continues to be a thorn in his side.
Charlie Henson: The wait is too much people!
The lights in the arena cut out and we are covered in darkness.
St. Remi: Looks like the wait is over.
The screen lights up and a white swirl begins to spin on the screen in a very hypnotising fashion.
Sars Conway: Not sure what Pryde is up to…
The screen goes black and the lights kick back on.
St. Remi: Is that who I think it is?
Standing behind L in the center of the ring is Dr. Strange in a black mask covering his entire face.
Sara Conway: Holy cow, it's Dr. Strange and I'm not talking about the Marvel variety.
Charlie Henson: I may be a loon, but even I know that's Alex Richards.
St. Remi: There's no real proof there, Charlie.
Dr. Strange grabs L by the back of the head and he shoves L forward who rebounds off the ropes to throw a drop kick. Strange stumbles back but doesn't fall.
Charlie Henson: Richards looking strong there…
St. Remi: You seem to have an issue with Dr. Strange, Chuck.
Charlie Henson: Crazy as it sounds, I don't like my intelligence played with.
St. Remi: Sure thing, man…
Sara Conway: L is back on the offensive springboarding off the top rope and landing a knee to the side of Strange’s head, but Strange still stays on his feet. L shakes off her offense and hits the ropes one more time, on the return Strange takes L down with a stiff big boot.
St. Remi: Strange connected right with L’s chin and he now mounts the alien.
Sara Conway: Strange releasing a vicious ground and pound that even Brock Lesnar would be jealous of.
Charlie Henson: Bork is a beast but this isn't his domain, it looks like it belongs to Alex… Richards.
St. Remi: I'm not going to keep correcting you, Chuck…
Sara Conway: As you two bicker it looks like L has caught one of Strange’s punches and now she locks in a triangle hold. L yanks on the hold tightening with every jerk.
St. Remi: Looks like Strange is getting his bearings here…
Sara Conway: Strange lifts the much smaller L off the mat and he drives her hard with a massive spinebuster.
Charlie Henson: Richards is a monster among mice.
Strange stands up and adjusts his mask and he throws his arms up to the New Blood Thirsty who pop and he gets an array of boos from the UCI Faithful.
St. Remi: Well Strange is getting that NBW original fanfare here tonight as he destroys one of UCI’s own.
Sara Conway: Looks like L is coming to here though as she pulls herself up with the aid of the ropes.
St. Remi: Strange takes notice as he approaches the dazed looking L.
Charlie Henson: Richards holding nothing back as he aims to steam roll L there!
Sara Conway: NO! LOW BRIDGE!
St. Remi: L using the quickness there and the alien finds itself with the upper hand as Strange falls to the outside of the ring.
L doesn't hesitate as she hits the opposite ropes and flies over the ropes with a twisting tope suicida landing onto Strange, driving both of them to the hard floor.
Charlie Henson: Pop goes the weasel!
St. Remi: Hard hitting maneuver but it is Strange finding his feet first.
Sara Conway: The good doctor pulls L up by the hair and he tosses her hard into the stairs.
Charlie Henson: I for one am surprised L isn't taking part in the bum fights with the rest of the transients…
St. Remi: That's pretty insensitive of you, bro.
Charlie Henson: What? You don't think L would feel more at home with other transients?
Sara Conway: You keep using that word, but I'm not sure you actually know what that means…
St. Remi: They're two different things if you're stuck over there trying to figure it out, bud.
Sara Conway: Strange approaches tbe grounded L and she kicks away at the larger man’s legs trying chop the big tree down.
St Remi: The Dr no sells the kicks though, coming at L like a legit juggernaut.
Charlie Henson: Richards goes to stomp but L scurries away to the other side of the stairs and she drop kicks the stairs into his knees!
As Doctor Strange grabs at his legs, L launches off the stairs and drives him face first to the steps with a well placed DDT.
Sara Conway: Big time move there and L looks to be aiming to even the playing field.
St. Remi: Strange rolls off the stairs holding his face and head as L ascends the ring apron. She's measuring him up and…
Charlie Henson: POP GOES THE WEASEL WITH A FLIPPING SENTON ONTO RICHARDS! L drives Strange to the floor and she slides back into the ring to take a breather.
St. Remi: Smart move to take a breather here, L has been taking a some serious offense from the much bigger Strange.
Sara Conway: It is indeed smart wrestling to capitalize on the moment your opponent is down, but let's hope L doesn't take too much time.
Charlie Henson: I'm still wondering what L would think if she knew that was Alex she was fighting in that ring…
Sara Conway: L is a competitor, no matter the opponent, be Richards or not, L will fight to win.
St. Remi: Besides we've been through this in UCI, WE HAVE SEEN THE TWO MEN AT THE SAME TIME.
Charlie Henson: Typical double vision is all that was…
Sara Conway: Well Strange has risen from the floor and he now stands on the apron staring daggers through L who awaits him in the center of the ring.
St. Remi: I suppose L does indeed have a set…
Sara Conway: Well she's definitely not standing down and Strange enters the ring now…
Charlie Henson: POP GOES THE WEASEL, L WITH A BIG TIME EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO RICHARDS!
St. Remi: … Strange returns the favor with a forearm shot to L’s face that rocks it backward.
Sara Conway: L returns with a stiff full handed slap to Strange’s chest and he bellows with laughter.
St. Remi: Damn now that's disrespectful…
Sara Conway: Don't worry, the galactic warrior doesn't look to be giving up just yet… She kicks Strange in one of his worked over knees that pays reminder to those stairs outside and Strange grabs at his leg for a second.
St. Remi: But he still keeps coming toward L!
Strange grabs L and pops her up in the air, looking for a sickening pop up powerbomb, but L takes Strange over with a surprise headscissors.
Sara Conway: That was a pop goes the weasel moment, Charlie.
Charlie Henson: Yeah, but I don't want to go to the well too many times.
St. Remi: Good point, but now it looks like L is working Strange over with a stiff ground and pound technique.
Sara Conway: Some alien strong style there… God, you idiots are rubbing off on me…
Charlie Henson: And squirrels live in sinkable ships, what of it?
St. Remi: L transitions into a cross armbreaker and the move tightens with every yank.
Sara Conway: L throwing some stiff kicks down onto Strange’a throat.
St. Remi: If your opponent finds it hard to breathe, then they'll find it hard to fight back…
Sara Conway: Thank you Wrestling’s Confusious.
Charlie Henson: Richards is stirring and i think he's had enough.
St. Remi: Richards finds himself using all of his strength to slam L hard to the mat.
Charlie Henson: Splat!
Sara Conway: Richards pulls L up off the mat by one arm and he Irish whips L across the ring.
St. Remi: On the rebound, Pop up lungblower!
Charlie Henson: The Sanity Slip!!! The Sanity Slip from Richards!
Sara Conway: Dear god, L was just terminated there, the boss must be loving this.
St. Remi: Why isn't Strange going for the pin? He's just standing there like a robot with dead batteries…
Pryde appears on the screen dressed in his silver cheap magician outfit.
Vincent Pryde: What are you doing you Al… Strange?! Finish IT!
St. Remi: And like that, the boss kick starts the robot.
Sara Conway: Strange blinks and moves in on L who is coming to on the mat.
Charlie Henson: POP goes the weasel! L with a leap up handstand headscissors on Richards.
Sara Conway: L hobbles her way to the far corner and she ascends the top turnbuckle.
St. Remi: L looking to fly here… L leaps off landing on Strange with a twisting senton.
Sara Conway: Oh wow, looks like an ode to her good friend, Bonnie Blue with that Sonic Screwdriver.
St. Remi: L goes for the pin and Zander flops down into position.
1!
2!!
3!!!
Sara Conway: L has done it!!!
St. Remi: But it doesn't look like there will be much celebrating… Strange shoves L off of him and he now has L in a front facelock.
Charlie Henson: He's the juggernaut Bitch!
Sara Conway: The bell is sounding but Zander can't pull Strange off of L.
St. Remi: The boss is back on the screen…
Vincent Pryde: Damn it man, finish that pest off already!
Sara Conway: Strange doing as he is told lifts L up and he begins to parade around the ring with her like a trophy.
Charlie Henson: POP goes the weasel! Look who's coming down the ramp to make the save!
Jenson slides through the bottom rope and he approaches Strange head on with a tackle, causing L to fall to her feet.
Sara Conway: Nice tackle by Jenson there, but Strange isn't giving up… Like a movie monster he sits back up, but Jenson drives him back down with a soccer ball style kick.
St. Remi: Strange rolling out of the ring there obviously feeling the numbers game about to go into effect.
Sara Conway: Jenson making the save for L, I don't see this boding well for the boss… Jenson checks on L and the two turn toward the mixture of UCI Faithful and the New Blood Thirsty throwing up a very reminiscent Katniss Everdeen hand gesture.
St. Remi: More of this cryptic Insurgency mumbo jumbo it seems… Stay tuned folks to see where we go from here.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 4:24:27 GMT
NBW True Grit Championship Andre Aquarius vs. Nyeo Son vs. Dark Spectre
The camera focuses in on a podium in front of the announcer’s table. On top of it lay the True Grit Championship.
Remi: Amazing PPV so far if I do say so myself.
Lucious: Well, now you got me on hand, so you’re welcome for the boost, guys.
Charlie: That’s right, we're about to find out who will become NBW’s first EVER True Grit champion and are joined now by none other than Lucious Star here at the table!
Lucious: We’ve got a fresh new championship for fresh new talent. I’m excited, guys.
Conway: Any predictions before we get rolling with this one?
Remi: Andre’s been on a tear lately, but he’s got very crafty competition in Nyeo and Spectre.
Lucious: Ehh….Nyeo is alright I guess, but I gotta go with Aquarius on this one.
Charlie: Gotta show a little love to the underdog. I think Spectre can pull a rabbit out of his hat tonight.
Conway: Looks like it’s time to find out.
A single spotlight shines on an entryway somewhere in the crowd. Cue "Uprising". Spectre enters, his arms outstretched as he takes in the reaction from the crowd. He embraces some fans while ignoring the jeers of others as he makes his way to the ring, jumping onto the barricade. He proceeds to signal the rosary, jumping from the barricade onto the ring apron and sliding under the bottom rope. He springs up, crouching in the middle of the ring as he awaits the competition.
Remi: You’ve gotta ask how much Spectre’s quick pace is going to factor into this one.
Lucious: I’d be a bit more impressed if that speed translated into a championship win, but I just don’t see that happening tonight.
Charlie: I’m sure Spectre would love to prove you and a lot of others wrong tonight.
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.
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 the lights go out once more.
Conway: Here’s the wildcard in my opinion. Fair bit of success up to this point and he comes in having a bit of experience around Andre Aquarius, something that Dark Spectre does not.
Remi: Great point actually. While many are still trying to figure Mister Kunta out, Nyeo comes in to this one a bit more prepared I’d like to think.
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 turnbuckle, mouthing the words to the song as his shoulders shimmy back and forth before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as his eyes dart back and forth between each opponent.
Charlie: He’s grinded his way to this point and now, Andre Aquarius finds himself poised for the first big win of his career.
Lucious: Aquarius has been around the block, but still a young guy with a high ceiling. He wants this one badly and you can sense that.
Conway: All three of these men face their toughest challenge so far in New Blood and the stakes don’t get much higher than this.
The three men push out of their corners and close in towards each other as the bell sounds.
DING DING DING!!
Remi: You could cut the tension with a knife right about now.
Not long after the three begin to circle each other, Andre pounces at Nyeo with a cheap shot.
Charlie: RODNEY’S REVENGE!
As Andre turns around, Spectre is there for quick offense of his own.
Conway: Hurricanrana from Spectre!
Aquarius is sent flying through the ropes and flops against the outside.
Lucious: Oh no..
Andre holds his ankle in pain, grabbing the attention of both the referee and Dark Spectre. Spectre’s eyes shoot between both downed opponents. The masked star grabs at the ref’s shoulder, motioning for him to count the pin.
Remi: Quick attempt on Nyeo, trying to capitalize on that Rodney’s Revenge!
1!
2!
3
Charlie: KICKOUT FROM NYEO SON!
Conway: Wow….probably the hardest hitting Rodney’s Revenge we’ve ever seen and Nyeo Son able to get the shoulder up JUST in time!
Andre tries to pull himself up on the barricade, grabbing the ref’s attention once more as the bad leg gives out and he stumbles.
Remi: Well, the ref holding up the dreaded X now. It never feels good seeing injury get the better of someone like this.
Lucious: I’m at a loss for words. In what a lot of people, myself included, believed could’ve been a big moment for Andre Aquarius….he’s been taken out of the running in the blink of an eye.
Spectre leans against the ropes alongside the ref, a bit frustrated at the situation. The ref is once again forced to turn his attention away from Andre as the thud of bodies hitting the canvas ring out.
Charlie: Roll up from Nyeo Son!
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Conway: Nyeo smart so seek opportunity there, but not enough this early on.
Both men turn over to their fronts and try pushing back to their feet, but Spectre aims to stay on top of the situation, hitting Nyeo with some close quarters elbows. Spectre continues nailing the strikes as he pulls Nyeo up along with him.
Remi: Nyeo ducking the strikes now.
Lucious: Nasty elbow to the throat from Nyeo Son!
Spectre falls against the corner, holding the side of his neck as Nyeo comes flying toward him.
Charlie: Lightning fast monkey flip from Nyeo Son, looking to gain some momentum after that rough start.
Nyeo rebounds back up quickly, taunting for Spectre to get back up as well.
Conway: Slingblade from Nyeo Son!
Remi: Looking toward the top rope and he is on a roll right now!
Spectre pushes back to his knees just as Nyeo looks to take off.
Charlie: Leg drop to the back of the neck from Nyeo Son, but Spectre able to catch him on his shoulders!
Lucious: I guess I gotta give him credit for the strength being displayed here.
Conway: TURNBUCKLE BOMB FROM SPECTRE!
Nyeo crashes hard against the corner, but Spectre manages to catch his opponent, spinning him around as he steps up and off the turnbuckles.
Remi: Darkness Abounds on the way!
Charlie: CUTTER FROM NYEO ON THE LANDING! PICTURE PERFECT COUNTER!
Nyeo rolls through, pressing his knee into Spectre’s back as he locks in the dragon sleeper.
Lucious: Well, they’re right in the middle of the ring. Looks like we can call this one a win for Nyeo Son! Congrats to the first ever True Grit Champion!
Spectre struggles not to tap, grabbing at his mask in pain. Aquarius stumbles a bit more up the ramp with the medical staff helping him to the back.
Conway: I don’t like the look of this..
Andre pushes back to his feet, smirk spread across his face as he begins to shake the “injured” leg before breaking free from the medical team and sprinting toward the ring.
Remi: No way! Not like this!
Andre slides in the ring, hitting a boot to the thick of Son’s back. He proceeds to yank Nyeo off of Spectre and throw him toward the ring corner.
Charlie: Andre Aquarius just fooled us all and now he’s got Spectre right where he wants him!
Spectre crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Andre wastes no time in pouncing as Spectre turns around.
Lucious: RODNEY’S REVENGE TO SPECTRE!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!
Conway: We have a new champion...I’m speechless.
Remi: You’re not the only one. This was highway robbery at it’s finest!
Lucious pushes his chair out and rises from the announcer’s table. He retrieves the belt and slides into the ring to officially crown the new champ.
Abbi: The winner of this match and NEEEWWWW True Grit Champion, Andre Aquarius!!
Charlie: Wow..
Andre holds his arms out to the side as Lucious hands him the championship. Aquarius leans back with his eyes closed, taking a deep inhale as he hoists the championship above his head.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 4:26:23 GMT
Segment place holder
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 4:26:42 GMT
Steel Cage Match Onslaught vs Bonnie Blue
Remi: New Blood Thirsty and UCI Faithful alike -- get ready for a history-making, first of its kind, New Blood Wrestling Intergender Steel Cage Match -- with Bonnie Blue putting it all on the line against former NBW Champ Onslaught! And after what we saw transpire between L Verez and Alex Richards earlier tonight, the stakes are even higher!
Conway: This is one Hell of a co-main event for our first pay-per-view of Twenty-Eighteen, as the Daughter of Time makes her stand on behalf of women everywhere, facing a man dedicated to protecting Vincent Pryde's status quo; and once they lock the doors of that cage, it's do or die -- possibly literally!
Hanson: It will be if the boss has his way!
Pryde's music hits the speakers and the New Blood Thirsty respond with a roar of approval, warring with the boos from the UCI Faithful.
Abbi Stein: HEY! Show some respect, dirtbags! That man is wrestling royalty! Now, listen up! The following match is the FIRST-EVER New Blood Wrestling INTERGENDER Steel Cage Match! First to the ring, accompanied by the Baron of Bloodshed, the Lord of Lethality, the King of New Blood Wrestling, Vincent Pryde himself -- OONNNSLAAUUGHT!!!!
The enormous brute of a man stalks down the aisle, Pryde close behind him -- more for protection than moral support, as half-full beer cups and empty popcorn tubs sail through the air from assorted UCI fans. Ignoring the commotion, Onslaught pulls himself up onto the ring apron, then steps over the ropes and holds them open while Vincent Pryde takes his time ascending the ring steps with stately grace. Pryde seizes a mic from a ring attendant and brings it to his lips.
Pryde: MY CHILDREN!
A huge pop from the NBW fans. He favors them with a smile.
Pryde: I have brought your the greatest entertainment in this world or any other! I have dragged this company from the sludge of high school gyms and bingo halls up to the very pinnacle of professional arenas, here in New York's Madison Square Garden -- to present the finest in televised mayhem live each Monday Night right here on the SyFy network! And when our rival company so suddenly and inexplicably folded, WHO was there to pick up the pieces and provide work for all those unfotunate souls left in the wake of tragedy?
The Thirsty: PRYDE! PRYDE! PRYDE!
Vincent Pryde raises his arms to the crowd in mock-benediction, grinning under the bright spotlights. After a moment, he raises a hand to hush them.
Pryde: Now, now... I am only a humble businessman. All I did was fulfill a need. But this ungrateful wretch walks into my company -- OUR company, my New Blood Thirsty! -- after I graciously gave her a chance; she seeks to undermine me and all the glorious work my roster has done here! But we aren't about to let that happen, are we?
The Thirsty: NO WAY!
Pryde: DAMN RIGHT! I have every faith that my associate, Onslaught, will put to rest any of Miss Blue's lingering complaints about the way women are treated around here -- one way, or another. She wanted to prove her mettle against the greatest of my monsters, and that is precisely the opportunity I have provided tonight! And so, without further ado, Miss Blue, if you would....?
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. A mixture of boos and cheers pours 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
Abbi Stein: And his opponent -- hailing from the Alpha Quadrant or some crazy sci-fi shit like that; the Time Witch, the Hardcore Queen... BONNIIEEE BLUUUEE!!!!
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 kneels to strike a cocky pose, leaning against the middle rope. She gazes out across the audience for a moment before slipping through the ropes.
All the slides I don't read / Two sides of me can't agree When I breathe in too deep / Going with what I always longed for...
Haughtily, she saunters to her corner, where she hands off her effects to the official, and sneers at Pryde from across the ring.
Pryde: Enjoy your moment, Miss Blue. This is everything you asked for. And when it backfires, I don't expect to hear any more foolishness about women and men in the ring together. Do I make myself clear?
In response, Bonnie gives him a double middle-finger salute, which drives the UCI Faithful wild -- but gets a snarl from Pryde as he ducks between the ropes.
Pryde: LOWER THE CAGE! Onslaught -- teach the little Time Witch some RESPECT!
As the cage comes down from the rafters above, Vincent Pryde retreats from the ringside area and back up the ramp; to the stage, where his ornate, velvet-cushioned throne awaits. A nubile young woman in a form-fitting cocktail dress smiles vacantly, pouring ruby red liquid into a jewel-encrusted goblet while the New Blood owner makes himself comfortable. He sees Bonnie glaring at him from the ring, and raises his pimp cup in a mock toast. Once the cage is in place, double-checked and secure, Pryde grins and lifts the goblet in a real toast to the crowd.
Pryde: TO! THE! VIOLENCE!
The Thirsty: TO! THE! VIOLENCE!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Remi: Vicious assault from Bonnie as she takes the fight to Onslaught with a series of those devastating Muay Thai strikes! My girl showing that Soulless Saint mindset -- conquer at any cost, just like Remi! See? I knew we were soulmates!
Conway: Oh, jeez, not this again. Anyway, I seem to recall you running AWAY from Andre Holmes...
Remi: Because it was Andre Holmes, duh! The Relentless One! YOU get in the ring with him!
Conway: Point taken -- and OHMYGAWD what a suplex from Onslaught! Blue tried a diving crossbody and got caught. Now she's down, but not out yet!
Hanson: Slow to get up, so Onslaught grabs a handful of blonde hair and helps her to her feet!
*SMACK!*
Crowd: OOOOOHHHH!!
Remi: Oh, no, he didn't! He did! A slap to the face of Bonnie Blue, showing absolute disrespect!
*SMACK!*
Conway: And another! I dont know if I can watch this!
*SMACK!*
Hanson: A third slap from Onslaught sends Bonnie staggering!
Lounging on his throne, Vincent Pryde smirks, giving his monster's performance a golf clap. Still apparently reeling from the strikes, the Time Witch stumbles back toward Onslaught. He makes a grab for her -- and she moves suddenly, ducking under his clumsy lunge!
Remi: It was a ruse! Veteran ring craft by Bonnie Blue! She runs -- hits the ropes -- springboards off --
Conway: Onslaught making another attempt --
Remi: Handspring into a Hurricanrana! Onslaught down!
Feeling pretty good about herself, the Hardcore Queen pops back up and struts around the ring to the cheers of the Faithful.
Hanson: Girl better knock off that showboating...
Remi: Give me a break, Charlie. Pretty and talented woman like that deserves to show off a little!
Hanson: Yeah, but she needs to pay attention to her opponent.
Remi: No worries, bro. She's got this. Look! Blue ascending the turnbuckle now... and Onslaught is stirring. She -- she's signaling to him! Telling him to get up!
Conway: Is she crazy?
Hanson: Onslaught on his feet as Bonnie launches herself off the ropes -- Frankensteiner!
Bonnie leaps to her feet again to another pop from her UCI fans, and some gruding applause from the New Blood crowd.
Remi: Solid back and forth action balancing out what should be a David and Goliath mismatch tonight!
Conway: The tide's going to turn back in Onslaught's favor if she doesn't take the opportunity to get out of that cage soon!
The Daughter of Time seems to realize this, as well. She glances at her downed opponent, then at the side of the cage, hesitant.
Hanson: Takes her a second to make up her mind, but once she does, that girl is up them ropes fast! Climbing the cage now....
Remi: Hurry, Bonnie Boo! Onslaught back to a vertical base -- he's got her in his sights!
Conway: Up the ropes... reaching for her...
Feeling a meaty hand close around her ankle, Bonnie glances down to see Onslaught's menacing grin. Her attempts to shake him loose are futile, as he tightens his grip, and pulls. Try as she might, she can't hold on.
Hanson: Not out of the woods yet! Halfway up the cage, and all for nothing as Bonnie hits the canvas -- but she stays on her feet!
Remi: The Time Witch running at her opponent, looking for a knee -- DENIED!
Conway: Onslaught just knocked Bonnie Blue back to the mat! Pulls her to her feet, and lifts her, upside-down, onto his shoulder!
Hanson: This isn't gonna be good -- one of the most devastating moves in this industry and Bonnie Blue's about to experience it firsthand!
The seconds tick by as the New Blood Thirsty begin to count them off.
The Thirsty: -- Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!
Remi: Bonnie trying to fight her way out, but Onslaught is just too big and he's got all the leverage right now!
The Thirsty: -- Fifteen! Sixteen! Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty!
Conway: DAMN! Massive stalling suplex from Onslaught and I don't think Bonnie Blue is getting out of this cage any time soon!
Hanson: That's just what he's counting on! There is only one thing on Onslaught's mind tonight -- delivering the pain! The Daughter of Time in trouble as Onslaught picks her up again! He slings her into the corner!
Remi: Big boot! How much more of this can she take?
Conway: Onslaught's eyes on the stage now, looking to Vincent Pryde for direction!
With exaggerated emphasis, Pryde raises a fist, thumb extended. A hush falls as every member of the audience holds their breath. Tension builds with each passing moment until, slow and deliberate, Vincent Pryde turns his thumb downward -- and a cheer rises from the New Blood Thirsty!
Hanson: Looks like Bonnie Blue's fate is sealed, folks. Pryde just gave Onslaught the signal to put an end to this match! And -- what in the hell is he -- ?
Remi: He's untying the cover from the turnbuckle! He's removing the protective padding!
Conway: I hate to say it, but I think Vincent Pryde's point may have been proved tonight.
Hanson: This is just sick -- but at the same time, this is exactly what she asked for. The toughest of the tough, meanest of the mean, and that's what she got in her opponent tonight! Turnbuckle exposed now...
Remi: Not my boo! Not like this!
Onslaught lines up his shot, ready to slam the young blonde's face into the exposed steel turnbuckle, when suddenly --
Conway: WHAT? NO WAY! Somehow, Bonnie Blue slips out of Onslaught's grasp and gets behind him! Onslaught eats steel!
Pryde rises to his feet, staring down at the ring in disbelief. Inside the ring, blood trickles down Onslaught's face.
Hanson: She's not done yet! This little firecracker is just getting warmed up! Bonnie Blue has turned the tables and she's taking full advantage, slamming Onslaught's face into that turnbuckle over and over!
Remi: The fans -- can you hear them? That's... not just the UCI Faithful! Bonnie's giving the New Blood Thirsty what they want -- look at all that blood -- and they're loving it!
Onstage, Vincent yells at the fans to stop cheering the Time Witch, but his protests are lost in the noise.
Conway: Onslaught slumped in the corner now as Bonnie takes several steps back -- she charges -- insult to injury with a bronco buster!
Hanson: She can insult me like that any time!
Remi: Hey!
Conway: Guys, shut up.
In the ring, Bonnie Blue isn't quite done with her opponent. She paces back and forth, never taking her eyes off Onslaught. The instant he starts to move, she strikes! A hand closes around his throat and, impossibly, lifts him up to his feet. Then, in a feat of superhuman strength, the Hardcore Queen tosses Onslaught across the ring to crash into the cage on the other side.
Hanson: What did we just witness?
Remi: I don't know, but it was HAWT! My girl climbing that cage and Onslaught is not even a factor in this equation anymore.
Conway: She's up! She's over!
Hanson: Damn right she is!
Bonnie perches at the top of the cage for a moment, gazing out over the audience, then leaps down to land nimbly on her feet at ringside. Vincent Pryde stands in front of his throne, tugging at his hair in frustration.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Abbi Stein: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner -- somehow -- of tonight's cage match co-main event... BONNIIIEEE BLUUUEEE!!!!
Her music hits the speakers and the crowd goes insane! A winch turns, winding the cage back up into the rafters. Without warning, Bonnie's music cuts.
Remi: What's this? Something's going on in the crowd! It's -- L Verez...
Conway: And Sam Kidsgrove! We saw Andre Jenson assist Verez earlier tonight, but Bonnie doesn't need any help...
Hanson: Speaking of Andre Jenson --
Jenson steps onto the stage beside an apoplectic Vincent Pryde. With a smile and a reassuring pat on the shoulder, he moves past Pryde and takes center stage. His hand lifts in the same three-fingered salute from earlier in the night -- and all hell breaks loose! As one, Blue, Kidsgrove, and Verez storm the ring and immediately start laying boots to Onslaught! Once satisfied, they roll him out under the ropes as Jenson makes his way down the aisle. Snagging a mic, he climbs in.
Andre Jenson: Do we have your attention, Mr. Pryde? Yes? Excellent. What happened here tonight, this devastation we have wrought? This is a taste. Look forward to more of it. Despite your treachery, L Verez came through with fortitude and strength; and Bonnie Blue defeated your pet monster -- all of that was only a beginning!
He passes the mic to Bonnie.
Bonnie Blue: Here, on this blood-soaked canvas, we make our STAND!
The word "STAND" appears on the 'Tron as she hands the mic to L.
L Verez: Now, in this time of turmoil and contention, we will FIGHT!
The word "FIGHT" appears beside the first as L hands the mic to Kidsgrove.
Sam Kidsgrove: Whenever there is oppression and tyranny, we RESIST!
The word "RESIST" joins the other two, and then a final one -- "INSURGENCY" -- as Jenson takes the microphone back.
Andre Jenson: You know who we are. You know what we do. Vincent Pryde has a lot of sins to answer for, and that starts tonight. Every man and woman on this roster loyal to Pryde is henceforth on notice. We're the Insurgency, and we're coming for you!
With a disdainful glance at the stage, Jenson drops the mic. All four of the Insurgency lift their hands in a three-fingered salute to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
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Post by CEO Vincent Pryde on Jan 30, 2018 4:27:52 GMT
Vincent Pryde comes out and grabs the microphone from Abbi Stein.
Vincent Pryde: Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to introduce the MAIN EVENT of Blood Moon Rising! I want to thank you all for making it here tonight and supporting New Blood Wrestling. Our Main event tonight is scheduled for One Fall and is for the NEW BLOOD WRESTLING WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
"Guardians at the Gate" by Audiomachine fills the arena via the PA system as Sebastian Knight steps through the curtian with a noticeable lack of theatrics. His gait was focused as he moved down the entrance ramp, ignoring the calls and jeers the closest fans tossed at him, while the music increased intensity around him. Once at ringside, Knight uses the steel steps to climb onto the apron. He grabs onto the top rope and lifts his leg to step through, before hesitating a moment. He finally acknowledges the crowd, panning the sea of faces for a brief moment. The chorus kicks in, and Knight completes his entrance into the ring, moving to the corner with his focus turned inward once more. The music fades out a few moments later as Knight waits, stony-faced, for the match to begin.
"The Curse" by Disturbed plays over the speakers and the monster known as Corey Bull walks out to the top of the ramp, four feet of logging chain draped over his shoulder. Bull whips his hair back and stretches his arms out to his sides and the ramp lights up as an explosion rocks the ramp area and a mushroom cloud floats to the ceiling. Bull marches to the ring, climbing in and walking to the center of the ring. He stares out at the crowd and raises his hands above his head and crosses the wrists and the crowd cheers him on.
Techno Rock Music Plays as Cassidy Kaine comes out holding his World title overhead.
Vincent Pryde: Introducing first, weighing in at 385 lbs… COREY BULL!
Bull raises his hands in the air.
Vincent Pryde: And the other challenger… SEBASTIAN KNIGHT!
Knight struts in place.
Vincent Pryde: And finally… THE CHAMPION… CASSIDY KAINE!
The crowd cheers ecstatically and Kaine raises his hands in the air.
The bell rings and the match begins. Knight slides out of the ring immediately as Cassidy looks confused towards him. The look is stopped short as Bull rushes towards Kaine and knocks him down with a big tackle. With Kaine on the ground Bull delivers stomps down on the champion who is reaching for the ropes to pull himself away.
Sara Conway: Vincent Pryde sitting ringside watching this match intently. Corey Bull is taking control quickly.
With Bull focused on Kaine Knight slides under the bottom rope and delivers a running dropkick to Bull’s back whiplashing him face first into the corner. This is quickly followed up by another running dropkick to the back of Bull’s head momentarily incapacitating him.
Kaine gets to his feet and is met with a boot to the gut by Knight. Knight then delivers a double axe handle to the back of his head and goes for a pin.
The referee barely counts one before Kaine kicks out and Knight locks in a headlock. The Headlock is countered into a push to the corner where Corey Bull is waiting with an outstretched hand. He catches Knight by the throat and lifts him high into the air and over the top rope to the floor below. Knight lands awkwardly and lays motionless outside the ring leaving Bull and Kaine in the ring alone.
Sara Conway: Bull dropped him on his head nearly 15 feet to the ground. Knight is out cold!
Kaine delivers a kick to Bull’s Knee slowing down the monster as he pursues him. Kaine continues to dodge and give strong stiff kicks to the same left knee of Bull until Corey finally drops down to a knee. Kaine runs off and delivers a shining wizard on Corey and goes for a pin.
1…2…
Bull kicks out with authority throwing Kaine between the top and middle ropes outside the ring to the ground next to Pryde. Pryde grabs Kaine by the scruff of the neck and throws him back inside the ring under the bottom rope. Kaine gets to his feet and starts shouting down at Pryde.
St. Remi: Pryde just literally tossed Kaine to the wolves. What is going on here?
Pryde gets up on the apron as Kaine is yelling towards him and he slaps Kaine across the face and pushes him backwards. Kaine stumbles and turns around where is lands in the waiting arms of Corey Bull who nails him with a Uranagi!
Charlie Hanson: THAT’S THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL!
Corey Bull places a foot over the chest of Cassidy Kaine and goes for the pin.
1…2…3!!!
“COUNT IT AGAIN!” Bull shouts at the referee who looks shocked at Cory’s request… “COUNT IT AGAIN!” Bull shouts again. The referee looks back towards Pryde who nods before he drops down and counts it again.
1…2…3!!!
*DING DING DING*
Vincent Pryde grabs the title and Microphone and enters the ring.
Charlie Hanson: Fans, I’ve never seen such a display of dominance before. Look at the carnage left in his wake!
Sebastian Knight lay lifeless on the ground outside the ring as does Cassidy Kaine inside the ring.
Sara Conway: That’s for damn sure, Charlie. I don’t even think Bull broke a sweat there.
St. Remi: He caught a lucky break that Knight was knocked out cold, but then again HE DID THAT to him. Then Pryde seemed to throw the Champion… I mean EX Champion right into his waiting arms.
Pryde hands Bull the belt and raises the microphone to his mouth.
Vincent Pryde: Ladies and Gentlemen, New Blood Wrestling is changing. The landscape is widening. And I’ve witnessed it first hand… I”VE ORCHESTRATED THE ENTIRE THING! NBW is PAIN!
The crowd Cheers.
Vincent Pryde: NBW IS BLOOD!
The crowd Cheers!
Vincent Pryde: NBW IS AGONY!
The crowd cheers!
Vincent Pryde: NBW IS HATE!
The Crowd Cheers!
Vincent Pryde: And what better man to represent New Blood Wrestling than the NEW NBW WORLD CHAMPION… THE HATEBRINGER COREY BULL!
Pryde gives the belt to Bull and raises his hand. Bull stares down at Pryde. The Curse by Disturbed plays as Bull takes his hand back and puts the title over his shoulder before exiting the ring as quickly and as powerfully as he came.
Vincent Pryde: THE HATEBRINGER COREY BULL EVERYONE!!!
Sara Conway: Ladies and Gentlemen I have to say I was expecting more of a back and forth match tonight considering the skills that were in the ring but sometimes size DOES matter, and Corey Bull has size AND skill, a lethal combination.
St. Remi: It was hard to tell underneath that mask whether Bull appreciated or felt contempt towards Vincent Pryde for his words, but I’ll tell you what… having Vincent Pryde on your side is never a bad thing… ain’t that right boss.
Charlie Hanson: Tonight has been full of twists and turns, ups and downs and it ended with one of the most dominant performances in NBW history. You may not like the man, you may not even respect him… but you HAVE to fear him. Corey Bull is our NEW NBW World Champion folks!
Sara Conway: Well that’s all there is tonight. For St. Remi and Charlie Hanson, I’m Sara Conway and Thank you for joining us on Blood Moon Rising! Good Night.
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