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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:00:54 GMT
Bum Fight Dumpster Match (Currently Under Re-Construction)
Ninja Bob/Hugo Brightside/Eagle Eye/Captain Pelican
Def
Ralph Grosse (c)/Allen Walker/Fat Lucy/Alexander Kanuck
Our Bum Fighting Champion, Ralph "The Human Vomit" Grosse stands in the ring with Alexander Kanuck, Lucy "The Fat Hooker" Midnight and Sphinx. He dusts off his Cardboard Championship as he stares across the ring at Ninja Bob, Hugo Brightside and Jobber Dave. The two teams survey the dumpsters around the ring, as they wait for the final member of Ninja Bob's team...
St Remi: Wait a damn minute! Is that...
Captain Pelican launches out of the crowd and into the ring. The referee rings the bell as Ralph darts under the bottom rope, Pelican giving chase. The Fat Hooker and Hugo Brightside start singing, ending up in a duet. Kanuck goes after Ninja Bob, who sidesteps a clothesline attempt and spins around with a hook. Kanuck falls back a step into Jobber Dave, who nails a dropkick to the hockey player. Sphinx plays it safe, hopping up to the top turnbuckle away from the action and taking a seat. Ninja Bob and Jobber Dave double-whip Alexander across the ring, waiting on the rebound. Kanuck ducks a double clothesline, jumping to the second ropes and twisting into a double clothesline of his own. Hugo and Fat Lucy embrace, the bigger woman planting a massive wet kiss on the slender Brightside. Hugo seems almost repulsed after a moment, wriggling about in her grasp. Meanwhile, Grosse has re-entered the ring, launching past Kanuck and under the opposing ropes. Pelican follows after, but is caught by Kanuck, who throws a fost at the old man. Pelican stumbles back, looking up to Alexander and screaming at him. Kanuck grins, motioning for Pelican to bring it... And is grabbed from behind as Jobber Dave attempts a German suplex. Kanuck plants his feet, turning his attention to Dave for a moment... And is caught with a dropkick from Pelican; assisting Jobber Dave with the suplex! Brightside manages to get free from Lucy Midnight's hold, trying to move away. She gives chase, starting to unbutton her top. Hugo finds himself caught by the ropes between Sphinx, his own partners and Fat Lucy; the Fat Hooker barreling down. He looks around, grabbing the top rope and dropping as Midnight gets close, an extra shove from behind as Ninja Bob shoves the massive woman over the ropes and into a dumpster.
Abbi Stein: She sang, and she's eliminated! Fat Loose Bitch is done!!
Hugo hugs Ninja Bob as Sphinx applauds their efforts. Kanuck and Jobber Dave trade punches as the Human Vomit kicks away at Captain Pelican, who was caught unaware during Midnight's elimination. Grosse continues to pummel at the leg he attacked, trying to weaken Pelican; but Hugo has Ninja Bob whip him into Grosse. Vomit is taken off-guard, allowing Pelican time to get to the ropes. Hugo starts to lift Grosse, but the holder of the Cardboard Crown hits a thumb to the eye, Brightside falling back. Grosse grabs Brightside, looking to toss him out, but Ninja Bob grabs Brightside's arm and pulls him back. Kanuck drops a boot to Jobber Dave's foot, then launches himself at the masked performer. Dave is dropped with a hard tackle, Alexander laying in with a flurry of fists. He is soon pulled off by Hugo Brightside, Ninja Bob taking it to Ralph Grosse. Brightside and Kanuck trade punches until Jobber Dave positions himself near the ropes, motioning. Hugo attempts a dropkick, but is tossed off with a block from Canuck. Meanwhile, Pelican and Ninja Bob heave Grosse across the ring with an irish whip, Ralph grabbing the ropes to avoid the rebound attack. Pelican and Bob charge across the ring, Grosse dropping to the mat. Pelican stops, but Ninja Bob isn't so lucky.
Abbi Stein: The Fatass Karate Kid is out!
Ralph looks on with a grin, throwing up a middle finger. He turns around... And Pelican clotheslines the fuck outta Grosse! The momentum sends both men over the top rope and into the dumpster with Ninja Bob.
Abbi Stein: Bird brain and the Puke are out!!
Kanuck drops Jobber Dave and Hugo Brightside with double clotheslines, playing to the hot dog vendors and early arrivers. Sphinx drops from the turnbuckle, bringing Hugo to his feet. He starts towards the ropes, but is stopped by Kanuck.
St Remi: Aren't they on the same team?
Sara Conway: Apparently, Kanuck doesn't appreciate Sphinx taking his eliminations.
Kanuck pushes Sphinx, who takes a second to contemplate his next move... And then nails Kanuck with the 10 Plagues!! The final knee to the groin drops Alexander, Sphinx dropping back. He rebounds off the... No! Jobber Dave pulls the top rope down, sending Sphinx toppling over the top rope and into a dumpster!!
Abbi Stein: Walk Like An Egyptian is DONE!
Jobber Dave walks over, hitting Kanuck with a dropkick. Hugo Brightside saunters over, a grin. He grabs Dave by the shoulder, talking strategy. Dave nods, the two picking up Kanuck. Alexander shoves Brightside, sending him into a corner. He then hits Jobber Dave with a nasty headbutt, following up with a flurry of punches over the masked man.
St Remi: Kanuck-le Up! It's over for Jobber Dave!!
Kanuck watches Jobber Dave drop to a knee, turning around and rushing Brightside in the corner.
Sara Conway: It Started Out With A Kiss!!
The Pendulum Kick takes Alexander by surprise, he stumbles backwards and turns around...
St Remi: How Did It End Up Like This!!
The backstabber from Brightside drops Kanuck, Brightside motioning to the crowd. He picks up Jobber Dave, pointing to Kanuck and whispering to his partner. The two men position themselves over Kanuck...
St Remi: It Was Only A Kiss!! It Was Only A Kiss!!
Sara Conway: Double standing moonsault!!
Jobber Dave and Hugo Brightside stand, slapping fives. Brightside starts lifting Kanuck to his feet, Jobber Dave helping him get their opponent to the ropes. Alexander is moments from being over, suddenly coming to life as he elbows Dave in the nose. Dave drops back, Kanuck getting a foot on the mat and hoisting Hugo over him. Brightside lands on the apron as Kanuck turns around, but his momentum is stopped as he hears Jobber Dave behind him. He spins back around, Brightside grabbing the top rope and dropping as Jobber Dave launches himself full-force into the larger Kanuck, both men tumbling out and into the dumpster.
Abbi Stein: The Masked Jobber Bitch and Hockey Fuck are eliminated! Which means Music Mike is the sole winner. Congrats, fucknut. Where's my cell phone?
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:01:15 GMT
Pryde Is Upset (Pre-Filmed)
The camera follows Vincent Pryde. He shoves his way through various NBW stars, purposefully moving towards a specific room. He grabs the handle, ignoring the sock now in his hand and throwing the door open.
Vincent Pryde: LUC...
Abbi Stein: OMIGAWD YE...
Vincent stares wide-eyed as his second in command and ring announcer quickly throw themselves to the floor, scraping clothes together. Abbi barely gets her delicates on and rushes out the door; Vincent looking at a grinning Starr.
Vincent Pryde: Really, Lucious? Fucking really?
Lucy shrugs.
Lucious Starr: She signed a release waiver. We don't owe her anything extra.
Vincent Pryde: You have absolutely NO shame, do you?
Lucy grins, knowing that Pryde already has the answer.
Lucious Starr: So, Vinny Vici. What's got you holding my sock and bursting through my office door, old friend?
Vincent looks at the sock, tossing it at Lucious. He then sits across the desk, slamming a sheet of paper down.
Vincent Pryde: What in the HELL is this?!
Lucious looks to the paper, then to Pryde.
Lucious Starr: Looks like tonight's card.
Vincent Pryde: That it is, Luce! And do you see the Main Event??
Lucious Starr: I mean, I booked it. So yeah.
Pryde jumps up, fuming.
Vincent Pryde: I am trying to run a business, Lucy. A business where people know their places and everyone does what they're told. And here you are, throwing all that out the window! Anarchy on the rise! Women fighting men?!
Lucious raises an eyebrow.
Lucious Starr: I'm pretty sure YOU were the one throwing Bonnie into a cage with Onslaught.
Vincent gives Starr a dirty look; Lucy is undeterred.
Lucious Starr: In fact... She kinda kicked his ass.
Pryde leaps up, getting into Lucy's face. He grabs the card, holding it up.
Vincent Pryde: I gave that raging bitch ONE. MATCH. To prove she didn't belong in the men's divisions. That she had no business trying to hunt down a MALE's title. And you're just gonna throw her into a match with the World Champion?!
Lucious backs away, reaching into his desk. He pulls out a manilla folder, folding it in half. Starr grins as he puts the contents in Pryde's view.
Lucious Starr: You called me in to bring ratings up. You wanted me to make this transition smooth and keep the crowd watching. And the numbers don't lie.
Vincent looks at the sheet of paper, realizing that Lucy has acquired the Nielsen Ratings from the Blood Moon Rising Pay-Per-View. His eyes widen a bit, his brow furrows.
Vincent Pryde: You mean to tell me...
Starr places a hand on his cohort's shoulder.
Lucious Starr: People want to see it, Vinny. People want to see if the girls can stand up to the guys. They want to see the underdogs- or, like Trevor McGregor, see the women smacked around.
Vincent Pryde: Travis McKen...
Lucious Starr: Jimmy Dean Sausage. Point is, Pryde. We have the money pit here. We have the ratings hook. We just have to take hold of it.
Pryde looks to the page, then to Lucy. He still appears angry, tho not as fiercely.
Vincent Pryde: This is going to start an uprising. I'm trying to keep control.
Lucy chuckles.
Lucious Starr: Control? Vince. What was the very first lesson you taught me about business?
Pryde squints a bit, trying to recall. Years have passed; so he's not entirely certain.
Lucious Starr: Give them just enough to THINK they have power, while maintaining the true position on top. This is how we do it. Give them one more match. Let them think they got one over on us. That we have to meet their demands. It keeps them in line so we can continue running things your way.
Pryde seems almost proud of his friend's knowledge, chuckling to himself. He stands, patting Lucy's shoulder.
Vincent Pryde: My old friend. How is it that you learn so much from me that you become the teacher??
Lucy grins, placing a palm on Pryde's neck.
Lucious Starr: I'm sure there are things you haven't taught me. I just recite the lessons you HAVE. And they have paid dividends.
The two share a nod, Pryde heading out the door. Abbi Stein stands waiting outside, trying to avoid eye contact with Vincent. Pryde turns back, an amused grin.
Vincent Pryde: Don't impregnate my ring announcer. It costs too much to find a temp.
Lucious laughs as Vincent saunters off, waving Abbi into Starr's office. Stein laughs giddly as she almost races in the door, closing it behind her.
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:01:48 GMT
Sara Conway: Welcome back folks. As you can see, the determined glare of Romeo King has taken over the ring. Paris keeps her man focused from the outside, as any valet should. Yet I have to think there’s more at stake than a match tonight for Romeo and Paris.
St Remi: True. Both need to see a W.
Charlie Hanson: And what about his opponent? Isn’t he on the same track?
St Remi: For once, you are right Charlie. But the struggle is real.
“Man” by Skepta blasts the arena to their feet. New Blood Faithful remain unimpressed as “The Real Deal” Gray Zee makes his entrance into the show. Accompanied by Gabriel Lane, Zee comes out wearing a leather hoodie, he uncovers his face and lifts his arms up at the ramp. The moment he does that, pyrotechnics explode at both sides like a chain reaction.
Abbi Stein: Our resident strongman, guess he’s the Real Deal…. Yeah, it’s Gray Zee!
When he arrives to the ring, he takes the steps, takes off his leather hoodie and enters the ring. Romeo meets his intensity with piercing, unblinking eyes. Both ready for the match with their managers taking excess gear by the outer apron.
St Remi: Stares can tell more of a fighter than their punches. Winners have a nasty look about them. I want to see this from King and Zee. All these losses – I can’t tell you what it’s like to have them piling up as it has for both men tonight.
Sara Conway: I can only imagine. Do you see different looks in them tonight?
St Remi: Yeah, they want this one. Two wounded lions and they’re starving.
Charlie Hanson: And there’s the bell! Romeo just gave the finger to Gray Zee!
Sara Conway: Zee looks to his confidant grinning. Romeo attacks with a knee. One more hits deeper than the first, lowering the larger man.
St Remi: If Zander Hobbs was a better ref. He’d know about the knee brace King has. Although he needs that for competition, it also offers an added punch.
Charlie Hanson: Street Justice!
Sara Conway: Someone cut his mic already… And Zee powers to a back clutch.
Charlie Hanson: And the German feeling, German!
St Remi: Zee showcasing his strength on that one. He deadlifted and brought King down on a rainbowing arc with that German suplex.
Sara Conway: Romeo kicks free before Zander Hobbs could dive in for the count. Zee looking to gain control early into the match – oh! A huge right from Romeo sends him back. He moves in and eats a heavy-handed backfist from King.
St Remi: The spin makes it worse. All that extra velocity can KO someone. It’s such a dangerous move to execute. The kind of gamble these men are looking for. That extra edge to reach the end.
Charlie Hanson: Give him the money! Clean your trap, Bi—
St Remi: Do you even know what a “trap” is, Charles?
Charlie Hanson: Did I say trap?
St Remi: Yes—
Sara Conway: You most certainly did.
Charlie Hanson: Gabriel is trying to involved, slapping the canvas wildly. He might be more pink than his client. What does Romeo have to do to take this monster down? Each hit is one step closer to the what both men dream: that ever elusive victory.
Sara Conway: Oh wow! Did you see that reversal from King?
St Remi: Gray Zee tried for another powerful move. This time, a little sidestep reversed momentum. Now King make swift work of his opponent.
Sara Conway: Already signing with him?
St Remi: I call them as I see ‘em, Sara. And what on this earth are you doing, Charlie?
Charlie Hanson: Selfies guys. Had to back my brand.
St Remi: I’m sure the New Blood faithful lost their minds on that.
Sara Conway: King pummels vital areas from the side. He reaches around the breadbasket for shots at the exposed kidneys. A few good shots can be game-changing.
Charlie Hanson: And he does just that. Gray Zee lowers – Romeo grabs the noggin! Pulls the headlock and lands a tremendous bulldog!
Sara Conway: The Hoodbuster has Zee down. Here come a pinfall!
1!
2!
St Remi: What strength! HE just tossed Romeo king like a man half his weight.
Sara Conway: Petty kicks keep Zee honest. A lot of smart play from both tonight. I think we expected more of slobber knocker. Instead, this one feels like a chess match.
St Remi: My thought exactly… Romeo whips Zee into the ropes – and he follows with a faster skip than a reality star’s marriage – He fakes the clothesline for a big punch…
Charlie Hanson: Zee pushes back with his bulkier frame. Fans have no idea whom to cheer for as they fly unrelated sign across the arena.
St Remi: Zee gives a whip of his own – Highest Bid! That clothesline might have taken the young fighter’s head off. No pin here!
Sara Conway: Old timers applauding the move. And Romeo goes up!
Charlie Hanson: One Mississippi… two Mississippi…. a lungblower powerbomb kills it!
1!
2!
3!
Abbi Stein: No shit, everyone – big Zee wins it! Guess he’s the real deal. Go big kid!
Sara Conway: That sprint ended with a flash of greatness. Aren’t you a bit shocked Gray Zee reversed their fortunes to not only survive, but make a huge statement to the roster?
St Remi: Not really…. He has A-plus coaching to the end. Great win though.
Charlie Hanson: Pure, unadulterated power beats tough guys every time.
St Remi: I’d argue, Charmander, but we need to hit a commercial. Stay tuned all you New Blood fans. So don’t go anywhere guys. I promise you’re going to love this! Seriously, don’t leave. This sh - this stuff is about to go hog wild. Come on back, won't ya!
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:02:11 GMT
The megatron displays an irate Allen Walker arguing to an indifferent Lucious Starr in his office.
Allen: It was a damn fluke, and you know it! That sodding Pelican cost me that match. I would bother that bloke of a commissioner, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
Lucious: So… let me get this straight. You, a popular multi champion, are upset that you’re not the number one contender for some cardboard title?
Allen: It’s not about the bloody title! It’s---
Right on cue, a knock is heard on the door. Lucious opens it to reveal Allen’s older brother, Vincent. Allen immediately grabs Vincent and shoves him to the wall.
Allen: Little Vinny… Here to boast about that fluke from last week?
Vincent: I… I-I just wanted to ask for a rematch. A-a lot of people are calling it a fluke, aa-and I w-wanted to prove them wrong…
Allen gives off a villainous laugh.
Allen: That’s because it WAS a fluke, you sodding idiot! I was making you look like an embarrassment to the Walker Family name until that damn Pelican mucked everything up! If it weren’t for him, you’d be in the hospital right now.
?: He isn’t the only Walker you have to worry about.
Lucious Star: Oh hell. How many people are going to barge into my office? I have a sign, you know!
The camera turns to reveal Terra Walker. The sister of the other two Walkers.
Terra: You didn’t have a sock on the door. Anyway, I want a match against my brother. Grumpy, not Dopey.
Allen: Oh, don’t you dare try to insult me!
Terra: You don’t get to order me around, Len.
Lucious Starr: Now THIS is what I call a family feud! Tell you what… I’ll consider it, and inform you of what I decide. We do this on my terms, not yours. Now please… get the hell out of my office!
Terra: Whatever.
Vincent: Y-yeah that works…
Allen: … Fine.
Allen releases his hold on Vincent before giving Terra an evil stare. He’s the first one to walk out of the office, but right as he exits the room, he sees his father, Lance Walker, looking down on him. He says nothing. He simply shakes his head in disappointment. Allen scoffs at him and walks off, the other two soon following suit. Lucious and Lance shake hands, Lance making his exit afterwards. Lucious then puts a sock on his door knob and shuts the door.
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:02:44 GMT
Joe Smarts vs Delilah Black
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:03:25 GMT
Remi: Next up, two New Blood originals square off in singles action as fan favorite Jobber Dave takes on Chaos!
Conway: Chaos coming off that close loss to Travis McKenna, and tonight he's looking for some redemption!
Hanson: There's no redemption for the immortal, Sara! 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 scheduled for one fall -- asleep! Ha! Nah, but these guys are pretty lame. First to the ring, this big muffucka is six feet, eight inches and two-hundred sixty-five pounds of lean, mean, and Vaseline. Cause he's Greek, you guys. Direct from Sparta, he is the Undying -- CHAAAOOSSS!!!
Remi: Well that was… informative. A generic-sounding hard rock riff echoes through the arena, driving the crowd to their feet with a thunderous roar of approval.
Abbi Stein: And his opponent, at six foot nada and a fighting weight of two-hundred nine pounds -- put yo hands together for YA BOI, the incomparable JOBBAH DAAAVE!!!
The music plays to continued cheers that slowly fade as the stage remains empty. At a quick pace, a lithe feminine figure hurries through the curtain, down the ramp, and to the ringside area.
Conway: This is highly unusual. Jobber Dave nowhere to be seen, and L Verez of the Insurgency now joining us at the broadcast table.
Hanson: Welcome, Star Sister!
Verez: Thank you, Charlie. I regret that the time for small talk is past, but if I may direct your attention to the ‘Tron…
In the ring, an impatiently pacing Chaos hesitates, looking up as the screen flickers to life with static that swiftly resolves itself into a backstage area. Crates and equipment lie in a shambles. Sounds of a commotion come from off-camera, followed in short order by the source: Sam Kidsgrove and Bonnie Blue hurl an already battered Jobber Dave into a stack of steel chairs with a loud CRASH! This has obviously been going on for several minutes already, with no sign of abating as Kidsgrove and Bonnie alternate laying boots to the masked wrestler.
Remi: What is going on back there?
Verez: I should think that would be obvious.
Conway: Yeah, but… why?
On-screen, the beating continues until the pair are satisfied. And then, without a word, Blue and Kidsgrove simply walk away. The screen darkens again, and simultaneously a spotlight hits the stage, where Andre Jenson seems to have simply materialised. He raises a microphone to his lips.
Jenson: Good evening. You may well have noticed that my fellow insurgents have in fact removed Jobber Dave from this match.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Remi: Why are they doing this L?
Verez: Well if you would be quiet, Jenson would tell you.
Jenson puts a finger up, in thought.
Jenson: Actually, Jobber Dave has yet to be removed. You care to make sure he is?
The megatron comes back to life, focussing on an unconscious Jobber Dave - being tended to by medical personnel. Kidsgrove and Bonnie both come back into screen and start laying into him again.
Jenson: As you can see, Jobber Dave is now getting the beating of a lifetime. The reason is thusly.
Kidsgrove and Bonnie are now smashing Jobber Dave with chairs again.
Jenson: You see, David here is NBW.
*Smash*
Remi: They just put him through a window!
Jenson: And to be honest.
Kidsgrove and Bonnie now walk away, satisfied that Jobber Dave is actually now out of commission.
Jenson: You’re either with us, or you’re NBW. The NBW section of the crowd are going ballistic at this, UCI section are cheering as loud as they can, but being drowned out. Chaos is pacing the ring, looking more and more angry.
Jenson: Which leads me to you.
Jenson directly looks at Chaos from the top of the ramp.
L Verez: It’s been somewhat pleasant, mostly because of Sara, but I must take my leave now.
L Verez takes the side of Andre Jenson as Sam Kidsgrove and Bonnie Blue come from the backstage and take up the rear.
Jenson: Are you ready to stand?
They start walking slowly down the ramp.
Jenson: Are you ready to fight?
Chaos leaves the ring and picks up a chair.
Jenson: Are you ready to resist?
The 4 stop at the bottom of the ramp, ready to storm the ring where Chaos stands, holding a chair and getting ready to fight. His answer seems pretty clear, he wants to fight, and not for the insurgency.
Remi: IT’S ALL ABOUT TO KICK OFF!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
The crowd boo as a metric fuck ton of referees and security storm the ring and the ramp, blocking The Insurgency from getting to the ring. There are at least 4 rows of people in between the Insurgency and the ring, then another 3 between them and Chaos.
Conway: Looks like Pryde has seen enough from this Insurgency group, security are here to stop this from getting ugly. He’s already lost one star tonight, he doesn’t want to lose another it seems.
Remi: Awwwww shit, why not let them fight?
Conway: It looks like Chaos wants to, he’s not backing down! He’s been staring them out with that chair all the way through this! He doesn’t look like he fears them at all!
The security and referee combo eventually shepherd the Insurgency slowly to the back, not a single one of them taking their eyes off of Chaos on the way.
Jenson: We’ll see you soon.
Remi: It’s such a good job we hired all this security tonight! Who knows what would have happened.
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:03:46 GMT
Returning to the ring we hear "Versace" by Migos hit the speakers as the fans immediately start to boo as the Women’s Champion, Brooke Bell walks out from the back. With the night off she is glammed up to the next degree wearing a expensive looking dress, heels making her look even taller. But most proudly she wears the Women’s title around her waist stopping at the top of the ramp to do a little spin to really show it off. Starting down towards the ring.
St Remi: Here we have our new Women’s champion who came out on top of three other women at Bad Moon Rising.
Sara Conway: And not the on top that Karlie Nash was likely looking for.
Stepping up into the ring now she walks along the edge than steps through the bottom two ropes as she undoes her belt holding it high to a chorus of boos. Not caring at all, too happy with the belt as she walks over to the side of the ring where she is handed a microphone.
Brooke Bell: Well...well...well. You guys didn’t see this coming did you? I am sure you all saw Vandalia retaining the belt. Or you thought that Erin Fausse had my number, or that Karlie Nash would somehow sneak out a win in a match she never deserved. But in the end only one of us could stay undefeated, only one of us could be the Queen of this company. And only one of us could be the champion. So it’s only fitting that the one that loves jewelry the most would end up with this, and I have to admit this might be my favorite piece of jewelry I have ever owned.
Having thrown the belt over her shoulder Brooke hoists it up for a moment to show it off once more, before making the crowd wait as she straps it back around her waist.
Brooke Bell: Now I know there is currently a group of women trying to get rid of this belt, this division. Bonnie Blue, L Verez. And later tonight I am supposed to cheer them on and pretend that I am on their side but the fact of the matter is...I am not. I don’t care about those two women, they can talk all they want about how they deserve to fight the boys. But at the end of the day this belt means that I am the very best woman on the roster. Better than Fausse, better than Bonnie, better than all of them.
Prancing around the ring her head getting very big after this win, thus far having gone undefeated in her young career.
Brooke Bell: Mr. Pryde is a smart businessman and he knows that I am the one that is going to bring in the ratings not any of those girls. He knows that women fighting women sells. I have no desire to get in there with Corey Bull or Andre Aquarius. I respect them as champions. I respect my place in the company so as long as I am the champion, this division is going nowhere. I want to tell Mr. Pryde in person that I don’t want to face men in the ring, I want to help this division thrive. If that means defending my belt in a bra and panties match so be it. If that means we have to wrestle in mud? So be it. I trust Mr. Pryde’s vision. So long as that vision includes yours truly defending this belt for years and years to come. This Women’s division is here to stay and so is this Women’s title. If any of you want to stop that? You’ll have to pry it from my hand. And that, that’s never going to happen.
Dropping the microphone happy with herself, Brooke walks around the ring once more jumping up to one ring apron to celebrate with the belt. She jumps down and walks to another throwing her belt in the air, standing tall as the Women’s Champion.
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:04:46 GMT
Kendrick Kross vs Max Masked
Charlie Hanson: Well folks, we’re unexpectedly back from commercial rather soon. It seems that we have a match? I don’t know, there are two men in the ring…
Hanson is right. In the ring are Max Masked and Kendrick Kross, both set for action. The referee calls for the bell to ring.
DING!
Max turns to the five ladies at his corner and one hops onto the apron for a good luck kiss. After the kiss, he turns back around…
To an ENZIGURI BY KROSS! Kross picks the masked wrestler up and sets him up for what he calls the K-Bomb!
A picture perfect flipping piledriver into the pin!
1! 2! 3!
Ding!
Charlie Hanson: Well… That was… Quick. Shit Abi isn’t even out here.
Hanson quickly calls for the microphone, causing a loud feedback that hurts the ears of everybody in the arena.
Charlie Hanson: And your winner: Kendrick Kross!
St. Remi and Sara Conway walk over to the announce table. Remi has a coke in his hand.
St. Remi: Are we back from commercial yet?
Ooc: Sorry fellas for a short match but I have given you both pretty epic matches for next week and I will be writing them!
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:05:08 GMT
A far Cry from a Segment Hey Mya, Take a look at this and let me know what you think. The scene opens up backstage where FarCry and Mya Denton can be seen together. Mya Denton: So what are you going to do with it? You going to call? She asks as the camera pans in on the Insurgency card in Knox’s hand. FarCry: I don’t know. I don’t really trust them. They’re rebels, I’m not looking to rustle any unnecessary feathers. Mya Denton: I understand, but they’re fighting against Pryde who has already proven that he’s not exactly a fan of yours. FarCry: As long as I continue to win it won’t matter what he thinks. *KNOCK KNOCK* Voice: I hope I didn’t interrupt you two… The camera pans out and Vincent Pryde can be seen entering the doorway… Vincent Pryde: Actually, I DO hope I’m interrupting. What are you two lovebirds up to? FarCry: We’re just friends. He replied a little bit too quickly. Pryde looks at Mya then at Knox, then at Mya again. Pryde addresses Denton with a very smug and condescending tone. Vincent Pryde: Excuse me, miss… the men need to talk… would you mind skidaddling. Vamoose… get the fuck out of here. Denton closes her fist and Knox grabs her arm. She looks at him and he returns a reassuring gaze back at her as she reluctantly gets up and leaves the room. Vincent Pryde: Women, right… if you don’t spell everything out to them they won’t get anything. FarCry: I think Mya is very insightful. Vincent Pryde: Yea, I’d be inside full too if I had the chance. Well done on that. But I’m not here to talk about your freaky sex life, so stop bringing it up. I’m here to talk about me and you… oh… I see you’ve got something interesting there… He says pointing at the business card. Knox looks guiltily at it, then angrily towards Pryde. FarCry: Yea, I found it when I woke up from that concussion that DeKay and Kraus gave me and after you threatened my job that night a few weeks ago. Pryde returns the guilty glare. Vincent Pryde: Yea, about that, why don’t we let bygones be bygones. I was meaning to apologize for that after your violent effort at Blood Moon Rising, I’ve never seen anything like it. You’re a monster FarCry… a real fucking monster. FarCry: I’m a man. Vincent Pryde: Yea, whatever. Listen, you’re my new First Blood Champion. DeKay made a good champion but I don’t see him coming around these parts any more. And I’ve always expected more from the First Blood Champion. It should be a stepping stone to the World Title. And I see you as a main man in that action if you want it… but don’t think for a second that I’ll let anyone walking around with that business card in their pocket have a chance at the World Title or any other title. FarCry: Why don’t you worry about Insurgency and let me worry about earning my spot, not having it given to me. Vincent Pryde: Oh, Silly Knox. Of COURSE you’ll earn your spot… when I SAY you can. If you’re gonna insist on walking around with that card, why don’t you let me give you my card as well. I’m going to fight the Insurgency, and I’m going to win. With or without you. FarCry takes the card and goes to toss it. Vincent Pryde: Don’t throw it out. Just think about it. Imagine siding with the CEO and Owner of NBW. FarCry stops and then looks at the card. He puts it next to the Insurgency card as the scene fades showing both cards next to each other.
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:06:00 GMT
Karlie Nash segment
Karlie Nash is walking backstage towards her lockerroom she passes by several workers completely ignoring their presence, she turns a corner and finds her locker room and enters.
Tracy: Hey.
Karlie: Hey.
Tracy: So are you ready for tonight.
Karlie: For what, some loser form the bum fight division, and flippy fucking Mcgee.
Tracy: A win could mean a lot to you.
Karlie: A win isn’t gonna mean shit, unless I actually beat someone, and so far I haven’t won shit.
Tracy: The Women’s title match was great.
Karlie: The match was garbage, and don’t try and tell me otherwise.
Tracy: Okay.
Karlie: I wonder what happened to Miranda haven’t seen her around lately, for someone so gung-ho about converting me, I figured she would been here.
Tracy: Yeah, your pretty gung-ho about doing a little converting of your own.
Karlie: Yeah and I can’t do that if she’s not here.
Tracy: Don’t worry about that for now, worry about tonight.
Karlie: Those two idiots I’m facing should be worried not me.
Hung Gary vs Karlie Nash vs Matt Angel
Sara Conway: Up next we have a triple threat that looks to be quite the match thrown together.
St. Remi: I'm digging this Hung Gary guy, it makes Charlie here feel inadequate.
Charlie Hanson: Truer words has never left your mouth, Remi.
War Machine by AC/DC plays in the arena, Tracy steps on the stage and moves to the side, Karlie steps on the stage.
Abbi Stein: Coming to the ring is that tough Cougar dike! Karlie Nash!
Tracy and Karlie walks 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 ans stretches in her corner.
Sara Conway: Karlie had a pretty big opportunity at Blood Moon Rising.
St. Remi: But she couldn't get the job done in the match or with Ms. Brooke Bell.
Charlie Hanson: That Brooke Bell is super classy lady.
"I will Show You" By From Ashes To New blasts from the PA system, Matt Angel walks out and with his arms raised.
Abbi Stein: Her opponent is non other than Criss Angel!
Sara Conway: He's not Criss Angel every body... Its Matt Angel...
St. Remi: I wonder what kind of magic he's going to use...
Charlie Hanson: Maybe he'll levitate?
Sara Conway: You both are idiots.
Angel walks down the ramp way high-fiving the fans before he jumps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. Angel celebrates cheering to the fans and backs away to his corner.
The theme from Cheers starts to play and out from the back steps Hung Gary in grey sweat pants and a black hole filled belly shirt pushing a Wal-Mart shopping cart filled with pop/beer cans. Hung Gary pushes the cart to the bottom of the ramp and he pulls out a cardboard sign that was tucked in the back of his pants. He holds it up to the fans after climbing to the ring apron.
St. Remi: I am Hung Gary I will WORK FOR FOOD! God I love his sign and it is such a catchy catchphrase.
Charlie Hanson: I have a hankering for kielbasa for some reason...
Sara Conway: Me too partner.
Abbi Stein: Their opponent is the man who is seriously packing! Hung Gary!!!
Gary climbs through the ropes and flashes his cardboard sign again before his music cuts off. Hung Gary backs away to his corner and Zander calls for the starting bell.
Ding Ding Ding!
Sara Conway: Things are starting right away with these three as Karlie hits a running drop kick sending Hung Gary to the outside.
St. Remi: Karlie thinking smart here...
Charlie Hanson: But she took her eyes off the true challenger here.
Sara Conway: Angel hops over the top rope and springboards back to the inside with a flying knee to the side of Karlie's head.
St. Remi: Don't count out Hung Gary, he pulls Angel out of the ring and he traps him in the ring apron.
Charlie Hanson: Is Gary using that shopping cart now?
St. Remi: Available Wal-Mart in check out pain number 12! Hung Gary is ramming Angel with quite the barrage of cart shots to the stomach.
Sara Conway: Gary looks like a man possessed, heh right Remi?
St. Remi: Yeah, yeah... But Karlie is back into this as she runs the apron and Thesz presses Hung Gary to the ground and begins hammering him with forearms of fury.
Karlie stands up and starts howling at the fans.
Charlie Hanson: Karlie is showing to be a shewolf out there.
Sara Conway: But Angel has freed himself from the apron trap and he springboards off the top rope with a moonsault onto Karlie who's turning around.
St. Remi: All three are down, but its Angel who finds his footing first.
Sara Conway: Angel grabs Gary by his nappy hair and he rolls him into the ring before ascending the ring apron. Looks like Angel is going to go to the well again here.
Charlie Hanson: Angel springboards off the top rope and he lands onto Gary with a sick 450 splash.
St. Remi: He goes for the pin!
1!
2!!
NOOOOO!!! NASH WITH THE SAVE!!!
Sara Conway: Karlie tackles Angel off of Gary and she starts throwing wild punches.
Charlie Hanson: Geez I bet Lucy and Pryde are enjoying this showing.
St. Remi: My money is still on Hung Gary, the guy will pull it out!
Sara Conway: Pull what out?
St. Remi: The dubya, not the D.
Charlie Hanson: POP GOES THE WEASEL! Angel traps Karlie's left arm and he locks on a tight triangle lock. Karlie's legs start thrashing around, but Angel keeps yanking.
St. Remi: GET UP GARY!
CROWD: HUNG-A GAR-EE! HUNG-A GAR-EE!
Sara Conway: And like Lazarus, Gary has risen back up, but he looks confused...
St. Remi: What's my dude doing?
Charlie Hanson: Gary exits the ring and he starts pushing his shopping cart around the ring... Um guys, Gary has pulled out a coffee can and he is asking OUR FANS FOR MONEY!
St. Remi: I can't be mad at him.
Sara Conway: Well back to the ring as Remi continues eye balling Hung Gary and Nash is still trying to fight the triangle lock.
Charlie Hanson: Zander check her!
Zander does just that and he moves in to lift Nash's right arm.
1!!!
2!!!!!
NOOOOO!!!!!!
Sara Conway: Karlie finding life down deep there and she's starting to hulk up.
Charlie Hanson: Some how Karlie is lifting Angel up enough to slam him back to the mat breaking the hold on impact.
St. Remi: GET BACK IN THERE GARY!!! GET THEM WHILE THEY'RE DOWN!!!
Sara Conway: He must've heard you, Remi. Hung Gary has ascended the apron and he has begun shaking the top ropes like a caged animal.
Charlie Hanson: Is he going to fly?
St. Remi: Hung Gary quickly climbs the top turnbuckle and he has Angel and Nash measured up... AND HE'S OFF WITH A HUGE CROSSBODY!!!
Charlie Hanson: Hung Gary has flattened his competition.
Sara Conway: Gary gets to his feet pulling Karlie Nash up as well.
St. Remi: I have been told by a good source that Hung Gary loves piledriving women...
Charlie Hanson: POP GOES THE WEASEL! GARY DROPS NASH ON HER HEAD WITH A VICIOUS PILEDRIVER!
Sara Conway: But Angel tosses Gary up and over the top rope, causing Gary to crash down into his shopping cart.
St. Remi: NOT MY DUDE GARY!
Sara Conway: Angel has climbed the top rope and he is calling for this one to be over.
Charlie Hanson: HEAVEN SENT!!!
Sara Conway: Angel covering Nash!
1!!
2!!!
3!!!!
Sara Conway: This one is over and Angel has picked up the W.
St. Remi: Someone check on my dude.
Charlie Hanson: If I can speak freely, I think Angel just proved that he should've been scheduled for the Ppv. Kids got guts!
St. Remi: I'm coming down there Gary!
Sara Conway: Sit your ass down, every one we will be right back.
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:06:49 GMT
Erin Fausse vs Dr. Strange
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:07:09 GMT
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:07:52 GMT
“One More Time” hits at the stage with a sudden drop of the lights. On its choral line, appears the Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles with Ricardo Frenches leading his blood brother, the always-hyped Broski Jayden, to the ring.
Abbi Stein: Who the fu – hey! – It’s the tag champs! (mumbling) Fuck my life...
Fans wave for a glimpse of the newly crowned tag champions of New Blood Wrestling.
Viper: All right, we got a couple tickle boys here.
Rattlesnake: C’mon man… show some respect.
Viper: Yeah, all right. Fantazzamazza gets their strength from unity.
Rattlesnake: It bested us. And we were unbeatable, brother.
Viper: Yeah, look at them up there. Parading around with our belts…
Rattlesnake: Wish they hadn’t cut our beers this time.
Viper: SYFY… more like—
Rattlesnake: Don’t even say it man. Not worth the pink slips.
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.
Abbi Stein: Look who’s here, the creepy mask boy… yeah, it’s Dark Spectre.
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 rosarie, jumping from the barricade onto the ring apron and sliding under the bottom rope. He springs up, crouching in the middle of the ring. A voice interrupts Spectre’s entrance with a single word belted in Korean.
B u l t a o r e u n e...
The area explodes into a cascade of red and white to reveal Nyeo Son on the ramp, arms outstretched and with a smirk on his face.
Abbi Stein: It wouldn’t be a freak show without the gangsta… How ‘bout that Nyeo Son!
He makes his way to the ring, his body swaying in time to the music, his coat and gloves catching the light and making him shine like a lonesome star in the otherwise dark arena.
He rolls into the ring and stares down the hard camera as he leans over the ropes, licking his lips with a smirk before casually arching back until he is lying on his back on the mat, the camera switches to show him straight from above as he gestures it closer, a hungry look on his face before the the lights go out once more. Dark Spectre takes a spot over the ropes, ceding honors to Nyeo. Broski Jayden elects to go for first for the new tag champs. The bell hits with both coming together for a tie-up.
Viper: Who gives a damn what a network says. Beer all around.
Rattlesnake: Hey look, the match started!
Viper: How ‘bout that… and Jayden is starting things with sidestepping. Why would he waste the size advantage?
Rattlesnake: Get pushing big boy… or do that one dance. What was it again?
Viper: The truffle shuffle?
Rattlesnake: That’s it! Damn, Nyeo tricked him into a takedown. Headlock now going back to some kind of stretch board thing.
Viper: And he’s already bored with this fight. Nyeo tags in Spectre who just leaps the ropes – hitting some sweet looking hurricanrana thingy. And the Broski is down.
Rattlesnake: Taking a bad twist of things for now, looks like he’s going to tag out. Ricardo comes into the fight and throws a big left.
Viper: Masked kid is gonna feel that one tomorrow. Ice baths all around.
Rattlesnake: I went too fast, brother (burp)…. Yeah, so Spectre trying for the middle ropes. Is he trying to escape? Or is this cool flippy thing?
Viper: Definitely a (low belch) – some kind of moonsault. And he dives like Hyabusa!
The middle rope moonsault flip downs Ricardo and rolls into a pin.
1!
2!
Viper: Quick count from the ref. You still pissed at Chandra?
Rattlesnake: Nah, we’re over that stuff. I let her blow off and shit.
Viper: Gotcha (burp) – and Spectre wants more. He’s going up top again.
Rattlesnake: Like a cat, brother. He won’t stay on the damn ground.
Frenches, now on one knee, welcomes another brazing attack from the aerial bot. Nyeo reaches over and tags his partner. Spectre turns and yells something back. Frenches smirks as he get off the canvas and into a competitive stance.
Rattlesnake: Boo! I wanted to see some flying moves!
Viper: He had us (throat burp) wanting more, brother. Now we gotta watch this normal stuff.
Rattlesnake: Wait, you love that luchador shit?
Viper: Yeah, why?
Rattlesnake: Shit is sick – and Nyeo meets Frenches with a big knee. Ricardo swings back. Nyeo checks his pretty face for marks before wailing back.
Viper: Got a brawl now! Both refusing to give an inch now. Those fist are flying and hard, dude.
Rattlesnake: (Long Burp) Oh yeah, brother. Just look at the pace of this thing. Nyeo Dodges (burp) and chucks Ricardo with an Irish whip.
Viper: Off those ropes – and he returns the favor with a leaping leg scissors! God that move is weird. Hate eating those things.
Rattlesnake: Definitely, brother. And Frenches brings the big kid back in – and they hit the ropes going both ways—
Viper: Heh, you said both ways.
Rattlesnake: And a nice dual elbow drop. Jayden going (burp) for the pin.
Viper: Not even one. Gotta do more than that for Nyeo. Guy is a beast.
Nyeo looks dazed. He still fights back, but has lost track of the broski, whom is in route with the shoulder lowered. He rears back and nails a superkick to the jaw of Nyeo. He crumples for a pinfall attempt.
Viper: Damn! He kicked (belly burp) – he kicked out again.
Rattlesnake: I knew I liked this kid. But he needs help and bad.
Viper: Ricardo wants back in, but Jayden waves him off. He wants to something bigger.
Rattlesnake: Spectre trying to get him back from the Razzle dazzle boys. They are in control.
Viper: Wait a second. Are they good guys?
Rattlesnake: Maybe we’re just dicks. Because this crowd is behind phantasmagoria.
Viper: What’ll ya know… I think you’re right. Oh! Low kicks from Nyeo.
Rattlesnake: Oblivion seeking or not, this kid is good. I want to see more of him.
Viper: Why are they booing though?
Rattlesnake: Talent never gets over these days. Only a dumb dance… or tits—
Viper: Well (burp), wouldn’t you rather see that?
Rattlesnake: Damn straight, Jack…. Nyeo gets to his corner and tags out. Spectre is not looking good either. These guys got lit up and might not have much left. Spectre measures up Jayden and charges blindly – right into another super kick! Goddamn!
1!
2!
Rattlesnake: Save made by, guess who, Nyeo!
Viper: Atta boy, Nyeo. Don’t let this crowd tell you what to do.
Jayden tries to throw Nyeo out by the collarbone, but he returns the favor with a sudden throat thrust. Jayden wanders back to his corner. Ricardo awaits and hope the ropes. He then pounces on Dark Spectre and drags him to an opposite corner. Fans get their feet… Ricardo takes his man to the top rope on a slow ascent. A Machoman point gets them all cheering.
Viper: Ooh yeah! Here we go – something huge in ‘bout to happen, brother!
Rattlesnake: Take him (burp) down! Come on Nyeo!
Viper: What the hell was that? He just reversed the broski into a flipping slam!
Rattlesnake: (rifling through papers) It’s the… Agent of Chaos! What a maneuver!
Viper: Are you as excited as I am, dude?
Rattlesnake: Who cares – both guys are dead on the mat. Spectre saved his ass by taking Frenches with him. Now both are lawn ornaments.
Viper: The hell does (burp) that mean?
Rattlesnake: I think Gordon Solie said it—
Viper: Dude, you’re drunk. Oh man, Spectre crawling for the ropes. Frenches wallowing in his own sweat. See – that one was (burp) like five times better, brother.
Rattlesnake: Eat me…. And Nyeo tags in! He cuts off the tag with flying kick to his broski, Jayden. And a big flying knee—
Viper: (ruffling pages) Mr. Jagger – no, Mr. Jaeger!
The shining wizard drops Ricardo hard. Jayden slides in and eats a dropping cutter. Ricardo, only hallway up, eats one too.
Viper: (off the sheet) Strain and sever – no, Strain and Serve!
Nyeo slumps while applying a dragon sleeper after the cutter. Ricardo ragdolls in his hold, drooping to one side. Referee Chandra Betts foregoes the three arms drops and calls for the bell. Fans boo loudly from all over the arena.
Abbi Stein: Guess the red head and mask boy win it… Good job, dudes.
Viper: Do you wanna give the fans our wrap up?
Rattlesnake: Nah, let’s split, Jack.
Viper: Damn straight. And there’s a case backstage.
Rattlesnake: Fuck this shit…. g’night Cleveland!
Viper: Oh, and if you’re still watching, we got more matches coming. Don’t stop watching.
Rattlesnake: Because only cool people stay tuned to New Blood Wrestling.
Viper and Rattlesnake go through the crowd. A large contingency of old blood, NBW’s faithful, shower them with praise. Both push through and refuse selfies. Although Rattlesnake does snatch a dude’s half-downed beer in route to a backstage area. Cameras roll back to Nyeo walking alone up the ramp. His smug satisfaction summons their jeers. He walks to the back under a shower of endless boos – especially from those sitting amongst their OG fan base. Cut to commercials.
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:08:21 GMT
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Post by LuciousStarrCD on Feb 6, 2018 4:09:05 GMT
Co Main Event First Blood Rules match (c}Andre Aquarius vs (c}FarCry
Abbi Stein: The following match is scheduled for 2 out of 3 falls
Sara Conway: No it’s not.
Abbi Stein: And is for the NBW FLIPCUP CHAMPIONSHIP!
Sara Conway: That’s not a thing.
Abbi Stein: Introducing first… CREAM JEANS COKERLUND! Ha, fuck this job.
Sara Conway: I apologize for than fans, Abbi seems to be leaving the ring so I’ll introduce the next match for you. We have a Champion vs Champ[ion match pitting FarCry against Andre Aquarius…
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.
Suddenly from behind Andre Aquarius comes out of nowhere and clocks FarCry in the back of the head with the title belt!
St. Remi: I don’t blame him, FarCry came off his hinges last week. We saw what he did to Krauss, we can’t trust a guy like that here in NBW.
Charlie Hanson: That’s cowardice!
St. Remi: That’s brains.
Sara Conway: I have to agree with Remi, here. FarCry is a scary individual.
Andre delivers a boot to the back of FarCry’s head as he crawls away to get to his feet.
Suddenly from the back Mya Denton comes running out and delivers a running kick to the back of Andre kicking him down towards the ring. FarCry gets to his feet and delivers a big spear to Andre.
St. Remi: It helps to have that little rat on his side, now don’t it.
Then the crowd cheers again as Brooke Belle comes running out and clotheslines Denton from behind and continues forward with a big boot of her own to FarCry’s head knocking him down.
St. Remi: That angel will save us all!
Charlie Hanson: The woman’s champion and the Tru Grit Champion, TRULY a power couple here in NBW.
Brooke grabs Andre by the head and drags him back up the entrance ramp as Denton recovers and goes to check on FarCry.
Sara Conway: Well I guess this match isn’t happening tonight.
Suddenly Vincent Pryde comes out to the entrance ramp and stands next to Belle and Aquarius who have just made it there. They both look in his direction incredulously as he begins to speak.
Vincent Pryde: You may think that I’m coming out here tonight because I’m angry that this match didn’t happen, but quite the contrary. I’m ecstatic at the violence you have shown here tonight. And I want MORE of it. And since you bitches… excuse me… ‘women’ insist on getting involved in a man’s business why don’t we make things a little bit more interesting. Next week we WILL get our Champion vs Champion match… The First Blood Champion FarCry will be taking on the Woman’s Champion Brooke Bell!
Crowd: Cheers!
St. Remi: Well that’s something the entire crowd can get behind!
FarCry looks cautiously at Bell then at Mya anticipating the next announcement.
Vincent Pryde: And next week Mya Denton will go one on one against Andre Aquarius!
Denton smiles deviously as she stares down Andre who has a cocky look of arrogance on his face. The crowd again goes wild.
Vincent Pryde: And in case you all think that I’m going soft on my cross divisional stance, it’s quite the difference. I’m doing this to PROVE that men are more superior to women! So FarCry, and Andre… if you WIN your matches I will be giving you a special treat… but if you lose… well let’s just say that you don’t want to lose… MWAHAHAHAHA!
St. Remi: Well there you have it folks. Cross divisional matches scheduled for next week. The tide in NBW seems to be changing.
Charlie Hanson: Now is no time for a Tide Ad break?
St. Remi: OMG, Charlie… how do you even live with yourself… oh wait…
Commercial Break
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