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[align=center]![]() ★HPW25★ DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT #HPWXXV[/align] [align=center]LIVE FROM HOLLYWOOD PALLADIUM – LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA TUESDAY OCTOBER 17TH, 2017 [/align] EARLIER TODAY Before the show Hudson Hughes is walking around backstage and barking out orders, as he does before every show, but this seemed a little different. He didn’t have Rex to hold down things in the back and Erin got drunk one day and stopped showing up to work so he’s had his hands tied this week. His cell phone rings and he can barely be bothered by it as he slides his finger across the screen and puts it on speaker and letting out a half hearted greeting. There’s no reply back to him as someone backstage hands him a clipboard to sign and he runs out of patience and looks into the screen yelling hello - deep breathing can be heard as Hudson’s face scrunches feeling uneasy. A deep voice is heard from the other side of the phone that simply says ‘Tonight...we Purge’ Hudson hangs up and rolls his eyes before noting that Halloween brings out the worst pranks. And We. Go. Live. [align=center] ![]() [/align] [align=center]☆RINGSIDE☆[/align] Hudson welcomes everyone to Hollywood Pro and reminds the viewing audience that in 2 weeks they will be LIVE on Halloween from the Los Angeles Haunted Hayride. Fans will show up and take a Haunted Hayride through the woods to an undisclosed outdoors location where the show will be held. He promises it will NOT disappoint, and part of the reason it wont is because Hollywood Pro just acquired one of the top female professional wrestlers in the world today, Alicia Lukas. He also tries to pretend like he didn’t block her months ago on social media for joining Liberty first, but all is well that ends well. With a big night ahead, including Lizzie Jones defending her title against Dona Rotten, Hudson sends it to Belle inside the ring for the introductions.
Lukas leaves the ring quickly, having gotten ANOTHER win with the help of his wife but he doesn’t seem to mind. Ariane raises his hand and plants a kiss on his cheek as they both smile back to Blake with a beat red face that directly contrasts that of his previous opponent. BACKSTAGE The cameras go to the parking lot where we see a truck with tinted windows in the parking lot, Hudson barks out over the headset for someone to go check the damn truck because it’s Rex’s old truck that someone- well he knows damn well who did it but he wants him to reveal himself and be a man about it. That person stole Rex’s truck and hit Hollywood Pro long time star and fan favorite Kenny Sex. Hudson doesn’t know who would do such a thing. Staff approach the truck and cameras pick up the feint sound of muffled heavy metal music being blared from inside. Staff checks the doors and discover that they are locked. They knock on the windows and there is still NO answer. The staff turn to each other and then to the camera, by proxy to Hudson, confused as to what the next step is. Hudson just yells into the headset for someone to find Kenny and tell him to deal with ‘the loser son of a bitch’ [align=center]☆RINGSIDE☆[/align] In the ring a single chair is set up, facing toward the hard camera. Halestorm’s Love Bites (and So Do I)" plays, and all eyes turn to the stage as the HPW Television Champion, Lizzie Jones, makes her way out - received by a loud cheer from the crowd - and wearing her ring gear. Lizzie takes her time getting to the ring, stopping to talk to a few fans, with most taking the chance to touch the title as it sat on her shoulder. She finally rolls into the ring and picks up the microphone that was sat on the chair for her. She sits and waits for both her music and the cheering to die down before speaking. Last week, she begins, she was subjected to an absolute farce of an ‘interview’. But that’s okay, not everyone is a professional. Luckily for everyone, Lizzie says, she is. For years she interviewed some of the best competitors in the world and she sure as hell hasn’t forgotten how. So the best person, logically, to interview her here in HPW is...well, herself. The crowd, perhaps a little confused, cheer all the same. She begins by asking herself her thoughts on Hollywood Pro in general. She gives a fairly warm review, but points out that there are some rather strange individuals, and at times Hudson barely seems in control of himself, let alone the promotion. She sighs and agrees with herself. She says that there’s a lot of people looking to screw others over, rather than trying to ascend in the place like she did. She changes subject and asks about her career so far. She ponders the answer, but begins by saying that her debut was 183 days ago. In that time she’s had to learn an immense amount. In the early goings it was tough. Indeed, it was only on her fourth try that she even picked up a win. But she has learned. She has grown week after week. She has refined her technique, she has put countless hours into nurturing that growth and if anyone, ANYONE, thinks she is an easy mark, or doesn’t take the sport seriously, or whatever else...then that only shows how clueless they are. She begs for her opponents to stay that way. A clueless foe makes for easy prey, she says. Lizzie next asks herself about this current HPW Television Champion picture. As of last week, it appears to be that Dona Rotten is in pole position to next face Lizzie and - indeed - tonight will see her face Rotten with the title on the line. Does that worry her? Of course not! She has a win over Dona already. In fact, she already has a win over half of the people involved, and has no problem adding a win over the rest if they challenge. But tonight is about Rotten, and - more importantly - about a successful title defense. Liz smirks and says that she has no doubt her gold will be going home with her. She says that nobody had better interfere this time, too. She’s sick of cheap antics in HPW, and it’s time to give the title some proper credibility. She says that goes for Brennan Devlin, too. She rounds out with a question about her future ambitions in HPW - to which she simply smirks, stands, drops the mic and raises her television title high into the air. BACKSTAGE In his locker room Brennan Devlin fakes snoring on a black leather couch before peaking one eye open to see the camera in front of him. He extends his arms and yawns asking the camera man if the rowdy lesbian is still talking. The camera shakes it’s head and then he asks if it’s time for the main event yet. Once again the camera shakes back and forth and he asks what match is next and waits a bit before demanding the camera man speak up as he loses patience. The man behind the camera tells him it’s a tag team match with Team Hot and Trashy against the new comer Vega Twins. Devlin’s head falls into his hands and he starts to laugh before counting on his fingers and asking the camera if that’s 4 women in the ring at the same time? The camera nods and Devlin asks him if there’s anywhere backstage that he could find some rope to hang himself by.
Seeing an opening Lea jumps on Voidstar’s back and tries to lock in a rear naked choke, but she’s quickly readjusted over his shoulders due to her being unable to lock in the grapevine with her legs and Voidstar DRIVES her into the mat with the ‘VOIDRIVER’ He gets to his feet and points his finger at Hudson who yells obsceneites after taking off his headset. Voidstar tells him he fears nobody, just ask Leon Cashm-he’s cut off mid sentence by a kick to the side of his leg and he turns around to see Mia is now on her feet and wants the fight. He shakes his head and tells her she’s a stupid bitch before charging her and erupting with a barrage of knees and elbows that back her into the corner where he puts his forearm into her throat and doesn’t pull back until she’s nearly ready to pass out. He turns again to Hudson and begs him to get into the ring, but he doesn’t. Voidstar then chooses to leave after taking time to drag Mia over on top of her sister and spitting on them both. BACKSTAGE In a locker room that already appears to have it’s fair share of volatility, Chris Constantine stands between the former Hollywood Pro Tag Team Champions who are feet away from each other not speaking - but their eyes are locked in. Finch asks Jack if he’ll have time for their match tonight and Jack smiles and tells FInch that it’s his fault he wasn’t there to help him last week because he was told to leave. FInch seems to be ready with a reply, but is quickly cut off by the locker room door flying open and Andre Holmes walks in and gets between the tag team. He gives each a tap to the chest and asks them if they’re ready tonight? Neither one of them reply, and Andre tells them that he needs them on the same page because if there’s one group of assholes who deserve a beating in Hollywood it’s the Conglomerate. Tillman pushes past everyone and goes to leave, as he opens the door we see Sam Tolson outside with her hands covering her eyes while the door swings open. Sam asks if anyone is there and Jack removes her hand from her face and excuses himself as he bumps by her. Sam is a little taken back by how rude Jack is, but Andre is next pushing by Sam trying to ask Jack if his head is in the game. Finch shakes his head as Sam holds her hand up for a high five and finally she’s left looking at Chris Constantine who folds his arms. Sam tells Chris that this is why she’s a lesbian, she can’t deal with how moody men are all the time. At least she gets a laugh out of Chris before telling him that she’ll watch over them in the ring and guarantees a victory. [align=center]☆RINGSIDE☆[/align]
Finch tries to raise Jack’s hands after his victory, but Jack pulls his hand away. This prompts FInch to pull at Jack’s shoulder and ask him what his problem is, but Jack shoves Finch away. Taken as a clear sign of disrespect, Finch charges as Jack and shoves him right back and the two turn into one another ready to brawl before Sam and Andre finally realize what’s happening and break up the confrontation. The Conglomerate, although having just suffered the loss, point and laugh inside the ring as Damien and Nik tap the titles together and cheers to The Pride-less. Finch and Jack are now face to face as Andre tries to pull Finch off and gets hit with an accidental elbow that stops the confrontation between Jack and Finch as Sam now has to prevent Andre and Finch from going at it, but FAILS! Finch and Andre begin throwing forearms with an collar tie up locked in. The fans are distraught at what appears to be the break up of Jack and Finch as Tillman shoves past the Conglomerate who clap for him on his way up the entrance. Constantine, once again, makes an appearance and tries to get Tillman to turn around before going to the ring himself to calm Finch down. PARKING LOT A quick cut to Kenny Sex kicking open the door to the Palladium Parking Lot shows a wooden baseball bat in hand and a large smile on his face. He sees the truck from last week in the parking lot and doesn’t bother knocking on the windows like staff did before blasting the window with the baseball bat. Kenny starts screaming for the cowards to show their face as he climbs on top of the hood of the truck and begins to smash out the windshield. He nearly exhausts himself and is bent over trying to catch his breath, holding his injured rib, it’s then that he sees a note in the windshield wiper. He opens the piece of paper that was folded over and hops off of the hood of the truck, bringing the baseball bat with him but leaving the note fall to the pavement. In the background we see Kenny Sex storm off back into the Palladium while the note is open and readable in the foreground and it says ‘MEET ME IN THE RING’ BACKSTAGE We are now in the locker room of the Lipstick Mafia, who have, somehow, commandeered a couple microphones--and have notably different expressions on their faces; Jessie smiles at the camera, even playing the ‘reporter’ and “welcoming her guest at this time,” which at least a draws a smirk to the otherwise irritated face of the Diminutive Dynamo, Ashlyn Monroe--who, notably unlike her partner, has a pair of belts over her shoulders, and a very decorative tiara on her head. Jessie opens the interview by asking about last week--the match was scheduled to be the Lipstick Mafia and Rachel Redding against Samantha Tolson and the Shane Sisters (she notably refuses to use the actual name of Team Hot and Trashy), but that it obviously didn’t happen--instead, it was the Mafia against Tolson and Team Overkill, who’d made their way from OPW. The reminder causes Ashlyn to screw her nose up and point out exactly how unfair it really is that their matches keep changing, their opponents keep changing, that they’re expected to just be able to “take on the whole freaking world at once, apparently.” But...Ashlyn gets it. Or, at least, she says she does. “When you have a team as decorated as we are,” she says, “it’s natural that people want a shot, but it really should be one at a time.” The Diminutive Dynamo turns her wrath on Team Overkill at this point, pointing out that the only reason they got one over on the Mafia last week was because they had prepared for someone else--this week, there was no switch they could pull off, no magic panic button they could press to make their lives a little easier--they were coming up against the best tag team of 2017, and their “World Tour” was kicking off with a loss. Jessie, playing oblivious, asks what makes Ashlyn so confident--which, for the first time in the interview, draws the arrogant smile to the face of the San Francisco native. She pulls one belt off her shoulder and holds it up to the camera, “Portland Pro Tag Team Champions--first and only team to ever hold it.” She tosses the belt onto her bag behind her, then pulls the other off, holding it up instead, “Twin City Wrestling Arkansas Champions--longest reigning champions in company history, and soon to be the only two-time champions.” She tosses that belt onto her bag as well, then pulls the jeweled tiara off her head, grinning and showing it off, “Queens of PAROUSIA tag team wrestling--the only team to even deserve to be mentioned as such.” Ashlyn insists that it’s not arrogance when you’re just that good, and the fact of the matter is, the Mafia are just that good--and that Team Overkill are just in over their heads. Jessie drops the pretense of an interview at this point and smiles at the camera, clapping her hands a couple times. “It’s okay, though,” she says. “When you’re back in Australia and you have to tell everyone how you made an open challenge and failed, just tell them you came up against the Lipstick Mafia. “They’ll understand.” Both girls smirk at the camera for a second or two once Jessie’s finished, and we go back to the arena [align=center]☆RINGSIDE☆[/align] Cameras cut back to the arena proper just in time for the opening to “Reise, Reise” by Rammstein to begin playing, heralding the arrival of the CWC World Tag Team Champions, the Dragon Clan. Eric and Lyra Donavan walk out onto the stage, titles over their shoulders, and pause at the top of the ramp to soak in the big reaction from the packed Palladium. They hold the belts up high for a moment, then make their way down to the ring, Lyra in a short black dress and Eric in a charcoal-colored three-piece. He holds the ropes for the Priestess of Pain and she returns the favor, both making their way to the center of the squared circle. Lyra acquires a pair of microphones and puts one in Eric’s hand, earning a kiss for her simple effort while “Reise, Reise” fades out. Eric Donavan: Let’s get right to the point, shall we? All we’ve been hearing over the past several weeks is people tossing out open challenges and claiming how they’re the best, talking themselves up and repeating, ad nauseum, that they can and will beat anyone in this fed or that one. To be fair, that’s just wrestlers being wrestlers, feeding off the anonymity of social media and letting the fact that opponents can reach through their phones or computers and throttle them for the smack they’re talking. Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: We’ve all done our share. No sense trying to deny it. But there’s slinging a little shade to get the competitive fires going… She pauses, smirking before continuing. Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: ...and then there’s mouthing off like some whelp who just got his first belt in remedial martial arts and suddenly fancies himself the neighborhood badass. No matter how you dress it up, the person in question just looks like a jackass. Laughing at his wife’s comment, Eric hitches the title up on his shoulder a little more before continuing. Eric Donavan: We get it, though. We do. You just signed your contract and you want to put the world on notice. You want to take on the world so that you can prove yourselves. That sort of attitude can be respected. Team Overkill? That’s their deal. And we told them straight up to make their way to Hollywood Pro and we’d give them that fight. Offer stands, by the way. The crowd cheers for that for a moment. Eric Donavan: Then you have people like this Voidstar joker. The Irish Dragon puts on a mean face and does a fair Tasmanian Devil impression, stopping short of slobbering all over everything. Eric Donavan: Rawr! I’ll destroy! I’ll terminate! Grrr! Voidstar hungry! It gets a chuckle out of the fans and a grin out of Lyra. Eric himself smirks at the amped-up impression but when he looks into the camera his eyes are deadly serious. Eric Donavan: You want to come take a shot, pal? Like I said before: the door’s open. You didn’t reply to that, naturally, because that’s how some people are when they get called on their crap. But you obviously know Hollywood Pro exists and you have eyes on us every week, so maybe we’ll get a reply out of you this time. I say again: the door’s open. Come on down. Learn why no company in CWC does it better than Hollywood Pro. Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: The Pike River Collective was another team that did it right. They showed up and gave us a battle straight up with no nonsense. That’s what we like. Win if you can, lose if you must but always give it everything you got. We’ll welcome any team who wants a crack at these CWC World Tag Team Championships… or who’s just looking to test themselves against the best. Eric Donavan: Like she said, we’ve all talked our share of noise. But these people who are talking the loudest are the ones who are doing the least to back it up. When we speak, people listen. When we’re in that ring, people watch. That’s status that we’ve earned in this business. It’s why we have the wrestling world’s attention and why some of you look like idiots. If you think you’ve got what it takes, we aren’t hard to find. Listen for the roar of these fans and look for the gleam of gold over our shoulders. Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Or follow the bodies. That will lead you to us as well. Stepping in closer to her husband, Lyra pats the gold over her shoulder. Eric nods, still locked in the camera. Eric Donavan: Come on down and face the fire. Come one, come all. Whether you’re elsewhere in the CWC, a free agent, a bright-eyed tandem fresh out of wrestling school… it doesn’t matter to us. But know that we’re sending you home with a limp, lumps on your noggin and a loss. It’s what we do. And when you have your own gold to hold up high one day? Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: On that day, you’ll thank us. Both raise their belts high. Eric Donavan: Everything burns. “Reise, Reise” hits again as the Dragon Clan takes their leave, with Eric again holding the ropes for Lyra as they exit the ring and make their way up the ramp. [align=center] TUESDAYS ARE FOR HOLLYWOOD PRO [/align]
Lizzie is handed the HPW Television Championship and instead of immediately celebrating extends her hand to an emotionally defeated Dona Rotten, having been so close numerous times in the match. Dona reluctantly takes the hand of Lizzie who pulls her up off of the mat only for Dona to point to Lizzie and recognize her as the winner of the match. Lizzie then climbs the nearest corner and extends the Television Championship over her head with a stern look of determination on her face. Hudson says there’s something happening in the back and that the camera man is there to investigate. BACKSTAGE We open to three people standing over a group of fallen CWC Hollywood Pro staff members on the cold, hard floor. The hallway lights have been ripped from the ceiling and swing above them. The person in the middle turns around and reveals a purge mask to the camera as the other two follow his lead turning back towards the camera. Their heads tilt to the side and beckon the camera man to come closer before they attack him and the camera falls to the ground in a perfect placement to see the three people drag the camera man in front of the shot and stomp him out next to the rest of the backstage help. Once they’re satisfied they leave the scene right before we see Kenny Sex run in front of the knocked down camera. He shakes his head mortified at what he sees before one of the men who were beaten down point the direction that the three people went and Kenny takes off in that direction with the baseball bat in hand. [align=center]☆RINGSIDE☆[/align] Baddest Man Alive by The Black Keys plays as Eddy Poe walks out so the ring holding a microphone. He holds out his hand, high fiving kids in the crowed. He steps in the ring and as the music fades he just stands there quietly. Then he finally starts to speak. "Somebody brings my family into our business, and see, I don't know what it is, I just get wild. Crazy even. I lit the plant monster on fire for putting Dona into our business, I kicked the crap out of Johnny Vachon for bringing my daughter into our business, I beat up everybody I could see during the trios tournament because one after the other, they said my family didn't belong. I proved em all wrong, I beat em all, and then I jumped ship, we came down to Hollywood because Dona was doing so well out here, and immediately I noticed something. Nobody knew me here, they'd never met me, they immediately dismissed me as a "meth head" and nobody takes me seriously here. What, were none of them watching me before? No? Nobody remembers I was 1 3rd of the first trios championship team? Nobody remembers that I'm a cage fighter and martial artist? Nobody remembers I'm probably the most dangerous guy in this ring. Especially note Devlin, no... See, he keeps poking the bear and poking the bear, and Devlin... You did it. Congratulations, you pissed me off. You have committed slander, you cheated to beat me by kicking me where the sun don't shine when the ref was distracted, harassed my family, and I'm positive it was you who bloodied me backstage, even if my memory is a little foggy. Devlin... You're not the worst guy I've ever met. You're not my nemesis, you're not my greatest opponent, you're just a loud mouth who needs to be made an example out of. See, this is no longer about you and me. This is about everybody else in the back who thinks they can get away with the things you've been doing the past few weeks. So why don't you come out here, and take your licks like a man." Eddy tossed the microphone and faced the stage ramp, waiting for Devlin but instead he finds himself staring at a man with a purge mask covering his face. Poe is perplexed because the frame doesn't match the man he called out. He knows after having competed against him recently. Poe beckons the man with the purge mask to come to the ring but the man shakes his head and wags his finger as Poe is blasted in the back by a steel chair. There behind Eddy are two people with steel chairs who endlessly beat him with their steel chairs before dropping them in the ring and leaving up the ramp to join the third man with the purge mask on. Eddy Poe begins shaking as he pushes himself up from the face down position. Spit begins to fly from his mouth as he yells and points to the three masked individuals as they leave ringside ![]() ![]() ![]() [align=center] TUESDAYOCTOBER, 31HAUNTED HAYRIDE, LA [/align] [align=center]☆RINGSIDE☆[/align]
Ashlynn and Jessie leave the ring quickly embracing one another in exhaustion having just been through a tornado tag war. Anna it holding her head while she checks on Jax, but makes sure to hold her fingers up and tell the Mafia that it’s tied 1-1 after last week. She tells the two that they’ll be back in Hollywood sooner or later for the tie breaker. [align=center] ★TV TITLE RANKINGS★ JACK TILLMAN ANDRE HOLMES DONA ROTTEN FINCH MARUTA BRYAN WILLIAMS LUKAS JACOBS BETHANY DRIVER BLAKE MITCHELL [/align] [align=center]☆RINGSIDE☆[/align]
Brennan Devlin slips from the ring with a smile on his face. He just beat the champion by DQ. The three then turn to the Undisputed Champion as Rachel Redding is backed into the corner and slips out under the bottom rope and grabbing her Undisputed Championship from ringside and leaving up the ramp. She screams ad Hudson that this doesn’t count as a victory over the champion and clutches her title close to her chest. The fans begin to boo and throw debris at the three who stand in the middle of the ring. The man in the middle looks over towards Hudson and pulls a microphone from the back pocket of his jeans. In a deep voice he tells Hudson that he warned him earlier tonight that there was going to be a purge. Hudson gets on the house microphone after dropping his headset and he demands that the coward behind the mask reveal himself because he knows damn well who he is AND knows that he is the one who hit Kenny Sex with the truck. The three people in the Purge masks look at one another and shrug before pulling off their masks to reveal their faces. BRYAN LAUGHLIN, JOHNNY VACHON AND….. KAELAN PRICE?! The booing of the fans grows as more trash is thrown into the ring. Laughlin brings the microphone to his face and yells towards the camera that you’re god damn right he took out Kenny Sex because Hudson let that piece of shit stay in Hollywood and gifted HIS television championship to Rachel Redding. Vachon grabs the microphone and adds that he is here to finish the job he started taking out Eddy Poe once and for all because he’s a cowardice piece of garbage who fled from Slaughterhouse to fluffy Hollywood. Hudson asks Bryan why he dragged his girlfriend into this and she gets on the microphone and tells Hudson that she’s only here for one reason and that’s to take his god damn head off. Bryan, Kaelan, and Johnny leave the ring and corner Hudson behind the commentary table, Bryan wraps his hands around Hudson’s throat but before they can go any further Eddy Poe, Kenny Sex, and Dona Rotten run down to the ring and the three Slaughterhouse stars hop the barrier into the crowd. Laughlin tells Hudson that Halloween Havoc will be Slaughterhouse Purging Hollywood Pro from the face of the earth and get rid of the CWC cancer once and for all. Poe, Kenny, and Dona hop the barrier into the crowd and give chase to the three as the camera goes back to Hudson who is trying to catch his breath having been scared half to death. |
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