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SWA Insurgence Episode Twelve (Results); "Neriah Holst Appreciation Night"
Topic Started: Mar 29 2018, 04:32 PM (122 Views)
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SWA INSURGENCE PRESENTS - EPISODE TWELVE: "NERIAH HOLST APPRECIATION NIGHT!"

LIVE FROM THE AQUARIUM - FARGO, ND - TUESDAY - MARCH 27th, 2018





BACKSTAGE...
Neriah Holst the SWA Champion had been stalking Kace Matthews who stole his championship the week before. The camera’s catch up with Neriah as he creeps through the backstage area. He puts a finger over his lips to quiet the camera as we follow him in the backstage area. He stops at a corner where we see Kace Matthews talking to someone with the titles on his shoulders. He is bragging about them, showing them off. Neriah mumbles something as whoever Kace is talking to walks away. Neriah looks back over his shoulder and ducks out of the way as Kace looks in his direction. Kace looks around a few times before he finds an equipment box. He opens it and dumps the championships in there and heads off to the bathroom. As Neriah goes to grab the SWA Championship he feels a hand on his shoulder.

Production Assistant: “Mr. Holst, we’d like to discuss your entrance tonight since you don’t have your championship.”

Neriah nearly jumps out of his skin.

Neriah Holst: “WHAT IN THE HELL YOU TALKIN’ BOUT MY ENTRANCE. Not like y’all ever cared before and now all of a sudden… ALL OF A SUDDEN when Neriah ain’t gotta’ belt y’all wanna talk about an entrance. Get the HELL outta here!”

The assistant walks away. Neriah huffs a sigh. He turns the corner and quickly runs to the equipment box and throws it open with an excited look on his face. He reaches down into the box and…

Pulls out a rubber chicken. It squeaks at him a couple of times before he spikes it into the ground like a football.

Neriah Holst: “KACE!”

Neriah storms off in the opposite direction to hunt him down.

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OPENING MATCH: FRONTLINE CHAMPIONSHIP GROUP D MATCH
STARR vs. NEALA CONNOLLY
Starr kicks the night off well with his patented highflying, high speed relentless offense that puts Neala on the defensive right away. He catches her with a springboard back elbow that earns him a near fall. And then nearly put the match away with Starrstruck early on but Neala managed to avoid it and stay alive in the match. She gained some footing midway through with a big slap to the face of Starr followed by a rake of his eyes. When the referee scolded her for the illegal move and made them separate to give Starr a chance to recover, Neala pouted and tried to declare her innocence saying that she didn’t mean to. But while the referee checked on Starr, Neala quickly moved to the corner and removed the turnbuckle pad, tossing it down to the floor before turning back around and resting her back against the exposed turnbuckle pad. When the referee allowed the match to continue he was none the wiser to what had happened, and as Starr approached Neala she sidestepped him and hit a drop toe hold that just happened to leave him falling face first into the exposed turnbuckle, knocking him for a complete loop. Connolly quickly covered and the referee slid in and counted the one, two and three with the match coming to a close and Neala escaping before Starr could come to and point out to the referee what had happened. In the end, Neala remained “undefeated” in SWA action.

Winner by pinfall: Neala Connolly (11:12)


BACKSTAGE...
In the locker room is none other than the most AH-MAY-ZING man in all of Sentinel Wrestling Alliance (or so he'd tell you), Johnny Amazing! The man is seated on a bench with his elbows propped on his knees and his head in his hands. He sighs heavily, shaking his head lightly.

Johnny Amazing: "Neriah Holst Appreciation Night? Seriously?"

He intakes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Johnny Amazing: "Even if it's a joke, I don't know if I can handle this."

Johnny falls silent, clearly at a loss for words when it comes to the title of tonight's show. He's usually not at a loss for words so this is something special. Except last week when his dumb handler forgot to do a promo. Johnny was at a loss for words then too. We'll say it's because two of his friends were facing each other.

Johnny Amazing: "How can I go out there and compete on a show called Neriah Holst Appreciation Night? I don't appreciate him. After everything he's done to make a mockery of the SWA Championship, I couldn't possibly appreciate him."

He takes a very deep breath, finally sitting up straight before he lets the breath out audibly.

Johnny Amazing: "I gotta get my mind off of Neriah Holst. That's what I've gotta do. The SWA Championship is out of my reach at this particular moment. As much as I hate it, I don't have a clear path back to it. What I do have, is a clear path to the Frontline Championship. I have one win down and now all I need to do is get through Kimmi Keister tonight, and then it's me and Oz Dalton. A clean sweep is my best opportunity to guarantee my spot in the brackets where I have to survive seven other competitors."

Nodding his head with conviction, he pumps a fist before clapping his hands as he stands up from the bench.

Johnny Amazing: "What's what I gotta do. Two more weeks before the brackets are revealed. I have to get in those brackets. I have to."

Johnny nods his head one last time and he inhales a deep breath that he holds for a moment. He closes his eyes and slowly exhales before heading off to take care of business.

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MATCH #2: FRONTLINE CHAMPIONSHIP GROUP C MATCH
JOHNNY AMAZING vs. KIMMI KEISTER
Our second match of the evening could easily be a main event matchup on both nights with the AMAZING one squaring off against the STAR of Sentinel Wrestling Alliance. Kimmi kicked things off with a blitzkrieg style attack that overwhelmed Johnny initially and came to its close after a number of punches and kicks with a tornado ddt out of the corner. Kimmi went for the cover but it was going to take more than that to keep Johnny down. She maintained momentum for a few more minutes until Johnny countered an irish whip into the ropes that Kimmi followed up with a telegraphed back body drop by booting her straight in the chest and taking her down with a drop kick. Things continued in back and forth fashion until Johnny caught Kimmi with Amazing 2.0 and then slipped into the ring and followed it up with The Amazing Bomber! A quick hook of the leg earned him the one, two and three.

Winner by Pinfall: Johnny Amazing (9:34)


BACKSTAGE...
Backstage at the arena, Kelsi Morrow is wandering down the halls. In her hand she has a small container of little bumble bee shaped chocolates and she’s handing them out to random backstage workers as she passes them by, along with a fuzzy flower sticker for each person, she seems in high spirits despite last weeks loss. Dressed in her street clothes still, a pair of black tights, a red cropped shirt, denim jacket and very high platform boots that make her a fair few inches taller than normal, she has a huge smile plastered in her face as usual.

As she turns the corner though, her smile seems to waiver some, she slowly walks over to the cause for her hesitation and looks up into the face of her ex-boyfriend Kyle West-Jaa, before she can say anything her smile has already melted away into a frown, the very sight of him causing her emotional turmoil.

Kelsi Morrow: “Good luck in your match tonight Kyle, hopefully you won’t be as rude and disrespectful to your opponent as you were to Cal.”

Her voice is a little sing songy, like she’s almost mocking him but isn’t quite capable of even that level of malice, she holds the little chocolate bees out to him with a slight sigh.

Kelsi Morrow: “Or like you were to me…”

Kyle scoffs and shakes his head at mention of Callum.

Kyle West-Jaa: “Oi! Are you really going to complain about me being rude to that twat!? I did it for you!”

Kyle grabs the chocolate bee from Kelsi’s hand and looks down at it with a sigh before glancing back up at her.

Kyle West-Jaa: “I wasn’t trying to be rude or disrespectful to you, love, I did everything I did because I love you but you didn’t see that.”

He throws the chocolate bee to the ground and scoffs.

Kyle West-Jaa: “Aye, I’m just a big jerk to you, right!? Seems like you only remember that ONE bad moment.”

Kelsi looks down at the bee, now on the ground with a sad expression and shakes her head.

Kelsi Morrow: “Did it for me? That doesn’t make any sense Kyle… Cal is my friend and he’s always been super supportive and encouraging.”

The tops of her ears and her cheeks flush red as she draws in a breath and looks back up into Kyle’s face.

Kelsi Morrow: “You said REALLY bad things Kyle, things you know aren’t true! I would never… I didn’t…”

She quickly runs out of steam in her anger and a sad smile replaces the flush in her cheeks.

Kelsi Morrow: “You acted like a big jerk, but I still remember the Kyle who would cuddle me when I got scared at movies or who would eat all the burned popcorn so I could have the nice parts…”

She sighs and shakes her head slowly.

Kelsi Morrow: “You were the first person to believe in me Kyle and you just, threw all that away and over what?! Help with my ring gear? Encouraging words?! That’s not fair! You weren’t being fair!”

Kyle rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

Kyle West-Jaa: “Oi! But fair is making me look like a bloody fool!? My name used to mean something in the CWC and now folks laugh. I got stuck in some bloody tag team and then having my girlfriend parade around with Callum, making everyone think something was going on, all the while I was on the sidelines looking like a dumb bloke. You’re only thinking about your feelings but did you ever think about mine? Once?”

Kelsi looks down and shakes her head slightly.

Kelsi Morrow: “I didn’t ever mean to make you feel like a joke Kyle… I came to you because I respected you as a competitor and then you were so nice and sweet and…”

She frowns again and looks up at him.

Kelsi Morrow: “I’m sorry you were sad but you never gave me even a chance to explain. I was your girlfriend and you should have believed ME not other people. I would never ever ever ever EVER hurt you like that. I love, I mean I loved you. You don’t do that to people you love.”

She takes a step back and folds her arms at her chest.

Kelsi Morrow: “And you don’t call people you love a slut either, Kyle.”

Kyle West-Jaa: “Yeah… Well!!! I didn’t mean it!”

Kyle snatches the container of the bumble bee chocolate before eating one and keeping the container.

Kyle West-Jaa: “I’m keeping these! And I guess it was nice seeing you but I’ve got a match to prepare for with Aubrey Moresi and you’re distracting me by being… You and what not.”

Kyle sighs and walks away before turning around and looking Kelsi up and down.

Kyle West-Jaa: “You look hot still.”

He turns and walks away. She drops her arms, a little taken aback by what he said she composes herself, adjusting her jacket and generally fiddling with her clothing as she shouts out.

Kelsi Morrow: “Well. You look… nice, so. There!”

Turning on her heels she attempts to make somewhat of a dramatic exit despite having actually yelled a compliment at him.

ELSEWHERE BACKSTAGE...

We see Neriah Holst again. He seems to have came up empty on hunting Kace Matthews and retreated back to his locker room. He slams the door behind him with his hands on his head.

Neriah Holst: “I GOT A GOTDAMN TITLE MATCH TONIGHT! I ain’t got time to worry bout this crazy white boy stealin’ my championship. Focus Neriah… how you gon’ get outta’ this SHIT?!”

It’s about that time Neriah notices that he has something waiting for him in the middle of the room. It’s a nice big box that is wrapped like a birthday present with a bow on it. Neriah is suspicious so he walks over--but he’s never been one to turn down a gift. He walks over and grabs the card off the top while looking around. He reads it out loud.

Neriah Holst: “Hey Neriah, I just figured I’d stop with the fun and games and give you your championship back. I’ve wrapped it up nice for you. Good luck tonight, Kace.”

Neriah nods a few times, he puffs his chest out.

Neriah Holst: “Yeah… THAT’S RIGHT! You give the CHAMP his title back. I earned this fair and SQUARE and beat Dickie 6,000 times to get here. I ain’t do all that just for some new kid to steal all my shit!”

He cockily unwraps the present, pulls open the box and… WHAM! A pie hits him in the pace that was set on a spring. Neriah takes a bump and falls backwards, over the couch and into the floor as he tries to pull himself back up.

Neriah Holst: “IMA KILL THAT MA FUCKA!”

Neriah tries to get up but slips on the whipped cream from the pie and falls back into the floor. He flounders a few minutes before he gets back up and grabs a towel and storms from the room.

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MATCH #3: FRONTLINE CHAMPIONSHIP GROUP B MATCH
KELSI MORROW vs. JAMAL SCOTT
Jamal starts out strong, using his impressive aerial skills to keep Morrow chasing him around the ring. The fans get behind his fast-paced style, giving him a standing ovation after he finishes his opening salvo with a sky-high senton from the top rope. He makes the pin, but only gets a two count before Kelsi kicks out. Morrow has a sizable cheer section of her own, which tries to rally her as she gets back to her feet. A low dropkick to the knee followed by a running chop block takes Jamal down and leaves him open for a flurry of muay thai knees to the head. Dizzy but not done, Scott gets back to her feet, even with Morrow continuing the attack. He brings her up short at last with a spin kick to the gut, followed by an enziguri. Jamal seizes the opportunity and hits his Jujitsu Jamal! bicycle kick. Kelsi goes down again, but once again Scott only gets a two count before she kicks out. Scott and the crowd are both more than a little surprised. Kelsi rebounds with a leaping knee strike when Jamal Irish whips her to the ropes. A spinning back elbow strike keeps Jamal staggered and Morrow is able to finish him off with the Black Mass before the pin for one, two, three!


Winner by Pinfall: Kelsi Morrow (10:41)

BACKSTAGE...
Backstage, in their own private locker room, several members of the Conglomerate have gathered. They’ve also ordered pizzas and cheesy bread, because, let’s face it, the catering in SWA really isn’t up to snuff. Damien, Bethany, and Conglomerate possible prospect Oz Dalton all have matches for the evening while Julie Carter is there to show her support. And to eat pizza.

Damien Miri: "Alright, we had a good showing last week, but ‘good’ isn’t going to get us to the end of this. We need to do even better this week."

Bethany Driver: "Damn right we do. I’m gonna kick that idiot Michael Hayden and his stupid ponytail into next week."

Damien and Julie both nod their approval, almost at the same time. It’s a little cute in that gross kind of way, really.

Damien Miri: "I’ll be watching after I put my boot down Chace Kelly’s throat."

Julie Carter: "Maybe we’ll be able to actually understand what the hell he’s saying after that. He’s worse than Alfie."

Oz Dalton: "Like he’s got a mouthful of shit all the time."

The quartet all make sounds of agreement, each too busy having a bite of their pizza to really articulate a thought on the matter.

Bethany Driver: "First Damien kicks the shit right out of Chance’s mouth. Then I Murder Graps Michael Hayden and tell him he did bad and he should feel bad."

Oz Dalton: "Then I give a nice healthy OverDose to this no ass having Fay Cameron chick."

Bethany Driver: "And if she tries hitting on you like one of the Assface sisters, I’ll come down to the ring and break her arm."

Julez gives single clap of excitement.

Julie Carter: "That’s my wifey!"

Oz gives a sidelong, half-pouting sort of glare in Julie’s direction.

Oz Dalton: "That’s my future wifey."

Before the two can get into a debate, Bethany and Damien reign it in to keep them all focused on the task at hand.

Damien Miri: "The Frontline Championship will be ours. The Conglomerate is the best damn thing in the CWC. We prove it night after night, week after week, no matter where we go. In RSR, in ACM, and right here in SWA, we are the measuring stick for professional wrestling."

Bethany Driver: "So tonight we go out there, we kick some ass, and we do it as quickly and as definitively as possible. We’re going to own these groups and make sure it ends up the three of us against whatever dumbass mark from group B has the misfortune of being there at the end."

Damien gives his tag partner a fist bump. Oz is slightly too busy pulling at a string of cheese to participate, but gives an upward nod to indicate his approval.

Julie Carter: "And I am going to be here, keeping the snacks safe, the ice packs ready, and cheering loud enough to be heard in the ring even from all the way back here."

Damien arches an eyebrow.

Damien Miri: "Ice packs?"

Julie Carter: "Yep. For everyone’s hands after their matches, because you’re all going to hit them so hard you leave an imprint right in their ugly foreheads. "

Damien Miri: "I like how you think. This is why I’m going to marry you."

The two kiss, and Bethany and Oz make a face at the gross display of affection. Then Bethany offers Oz a bite from her pizza at the same time Oz offers her a bite, and the two stretch out long strings of cheese between them.

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MATCH #4: FRONTLINE CHAMPIONSHIP GROUP A MATCH
DAMIEN MIRI vs. CHANCE KELLY
Damien shoots for a lock up and gets poked in the eye to start the match, prompting Chance to get on the offensive. Kelly starts off with a handful of stiff lefts before dropping Miri on the back of his head with a Russian leg sweep. Chance goes for the quick cover on Dame but he kicks out at one. Kelly then hops up to his feet and hits the ropes, coming back with a smooth looking running elbow drop to the heart of Miri before pouncing back on him with a bevy of rights and lefts that force Damien to cover up. Chance eventually makes his way up to his feet, lifting his opponent up for a body slam and sending him back first to the canvas as he hits the ropes once more. Kelly rebounds off the ropes but doesn't realize that Miri has kipped up to his feet, meeting a bicycle kick to the face that sends Chance down like a sack of potatoes. Lifting him up to his knees, Damien charges in for another nasty bicycle kick before pulling him up to his feet and hoisting him up in a powerbomb position. Miri runs over to the nearby corner and tosses him into the turnbuckle, the buckle bomb connecting flush. Dame hits the ropes and runs at a hunched Kelly for WELCOME TO SEATTLE (curb stomp), driving his head into the mat. Rolling him over, Miri gets the cover and the victory.


Winner by Pinfall: Damien Miri (10:01)

BACKSTAGE...
Tay Kamryn walks down the hall towards her locker room, when she reaches it, she hears a commotion coming from inside, a confused expression on her face. Eventually she swings open the door and in confronted with Kace Matthews who for some reason, is standing right there in a dinosaur onesie. Tay looks him up and down, an instant sneer coming to her lips.

Tay Kamryn: “What the fuck are you doing!?”

Kace’s eyes widen as he holds up his hands innocently.

Kace Matthews: “Whoa! What are you doing in MY locker room, you mean!? I just got done changing down into my dino disguise… I mean… OUTFIT!!!”

Tay steps into the locker room and shakes her head, as she approaches Kace she picks at the onesie with her left thumb and forefinger.

Tay Kamryn: “No. You’re in MY locker room and why are you dressed like an overgrown toddler at his birthday party?”

Kace puts his finger up to Tay’s face, almost touching her lips.

Kace Matthews: “Shhhh!! Keep it down or else someone might hear us! And it’s not an overgrown toddler outfit!!”

Tay bats his hand away with disgust, she blinks for a moment before realizing who it is and then she smirks, folding her arms over her chest.

Tay Kamryn: “I don’t know, I bet I could scream loud enough for Neriah to hear no matter where he is in the arena, why would I want to help you hide from him? Unlike you I actually have a match to prepare for and so far, you've broken into my locker room and been pretty rude soooo...l”

She takes a deep breath as though she’s about ready to scream his name as loud as she possibly can. Kace eyes widen as leaps forward and places his hand over her mouth.

Kace Matthews: “SHHHH! Staaaahp! I’ll owe you one if you stop!!”

From behind his hand she smiles, before plying his hand away, turning to look at him she nods slightly.

Tay Kamryn: “Damn Right you owe me one.”

She walks back over to her locker room door and looks up and down the hall with a shrug. Glancing back over her shoulder at Kace she smirks slightly.

Tay Kamryn: “Don’t get killed tonight, never know when I’ll need that favor.”

Kace smiles and nods quickly.

Kace Matthews: “YUP! You got it!! Good luck out here tonight bud! Best friend! BFF!!”

She rushes him out of her locker room, swinging the door closed behind him, muttering to herself as she does.

Tay Kamryn: “Oh for fucks sake not another one.”

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MATCH #5: FRONTLINE CHAMPIONSHIP GROUP D MATCH
MICHAEL HAYDEN vs. BETHANY DRIVER
Bethany takes an early lead in the match, driving Hayden to a corner with a barrage of elbows and shoot kicks before digging in with a corner foot choke for as long as humanly possible before the ref threatens disqualification. Driver acts as if she’s going to let Hayden out of the corner, then nails him with a spinning back elbow. Michael finally breaks loose and sends Driver flying with a hip toss, arm drag, and back body drop series. A boot to the gut, followed by a double axe handle across the back takes Bethany to the canvas. Hayden fires off a pair of elbow drops before Driver can roll away from the third. Michael is still able to catch her for the Sagat Special and go for the pin, but he only gets a two before she gets the shoulder up. Bethany comes back with a B.A.D. Break that almost gets Hayden to tap, but he manages to get to the ropes and force the break. Hayden catches Bethany with The Hand of God spinning backfist… knocking Driver into the referee! The ref goes down for a moment and Hayden makes the pin, but the official isn’t there to count! Michael leaves Driver on the canvas and goes to rouse the ref. Hayden gets the official back on his feet and turns back to his opponent… right into the Bethany Driver! Bethany makes the pin and gets one, two, three!

Winner by Pinfall: Bethany Driver (12:13)

PREVIOUSLY RECORDED
In a pre-recorded segment, we see Tornado Desencadenado standing outside a granite storefront. Behind him to his left is a bay window advertising Jameson Irish Whiskey. Dressed for cold weather (flannel jacket, wool cap, and gloves), the Spin Doctor jerks a thumb over his shoulder as he identifies where he’s standing.

Tornado Desencadenado: “I’m outside Dempsey’s Public House here in Fargo, North Dakota. Upstairs from Dempsey’s is a venue known as The Aquarium. It’s there where, later tonight, I face Dickie Harter in the second match of the Frontline Championship Round Robin Tournament. Dickie’s a great wrestler, and I’m honored to face him. He’s been fighting the good fight here in Sentinel Wrestling since Day One. It’s been an uphill battle for him. He lost the SWA Regional Championship to his nemesis, Neriah Holst, in controversial fashion. When the opportunity came to face Holst again for the title, he came up short once again; losing without getting pinned. More recently, he was beaten in the first match of the Frontline Tourney to Damien Miri thanks to outside interference from one of Miri’s Conglomerate buddies. Setbacks like that have to got to sting a competitor like Dickie; even if he tries not to show any regret, he has to be concerned about another title chance slipping away.”

TD smiles broadly.

Tornado Desencadenado: “Good. I came to SWA to face talent I wouldn’t otherwise. Wrestlers who aren’t part of 4CW, but who are just as talented and just as hungry. Dickie Harter fits that description. He’s got amazing ability and a fantastic attitude towards this business. While he might not hold a title or have a notable pedigree, Dickie is definitely one of Sentinel’s locker room leaders, and someone I admire. And I know our match is going to be great; a battle of conflicting styles: his fast paced, high impact offense versus my power and technique. However, it’s a match I’m going to win.”

The grin on his face evens out slightly.

Tornado Desencadenado: “You’re good, Dickie, but I’m better. You might hungry, but I’m starving. I’ve been competing for over a year now in this sport, and have yet to win a title. Time after time, company after company, I’ve failed when it’s truly counted. No more. I’m winning tonight, Dickie. I’m going to beat you. Then I’ll beat whoever I have to, whether it’s Damien Miri or even Chance Kelly again, to move on to the next stage of this tournament. And I’ll win there too. I’m not stopping until I earn that Frontline Championship.”

Sticking his hands in the pockets of his coat, Tornado gives a shrug. The wide smile returns.

Tornado Desencadenado: “That’s in the future. For now, the focus has to be on you, Dickie. I know how dangerous you are. If I give anything less than my best I’m going to lose this match, which gives you a second life in this tournament; which means all bets are off. That’s why I need to end this tonight, and kill any hope you have of success. But afterwards, Dickie, no matter what happens, you will still have my respect.”

He looks back to the Jameson sign.

Tornado Desencadenado: “And if you feel like celebrating once the show’s done, I hope you’ll do me the honor of letting me buy you a beer.”

And with that request, TD picks up the bag containing his ring gear and walks inside the bar.

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MATCH #6: FRONTLINE CHAMPIONSHIP GROUP A MATCH
TAY KAMRYN vs. OZ DALTON
The match starts off with Tay ahead, nailing Oz with a superkick as soon as the bell rings. With Dalton off-balance she presses the advantage with a series of forearms to drive him back into the corner, where she hops onto the middle rope for a ten count of punches. Oz changes the momentum of the match in a big way by using Kamryn’s position for a powerbomb, rolling into a pin but only getting a two count. Tay gets to her feet and takes Dalton down with a drop toe hold when he charges, able to twist around and lock in a single leg Boston crab! For a few moments it seems like Oz might tap, but he’s able to drag himself to the ropes and force the break. Tay looks to finish things off with her All Tied up, but Dalton evades in a nick of time! Tay catches Dalton with a back elbow, and starts to go for a full nelson hold, but Dalton muscles his way free. Kamryn races at Oz for a Thesz press, but he catches her and throws her clean over his shoulders, catching the legs and hitting the OverDose kneeling belly-to-back piledriver. He makes the cover and gets one, two, three!

Winner by Pinfall: Oz Dalton (11:44)

IN-RING...
“Punk’s not sad” by Crummy Stuff blares out of the loudspeakers and the fans in Fargo welcome the Regional Television Champion and member of the #GoldenTrio Guy Marshall with a mixed reaction. The big man looks -surprise surprise- pissed off, walking down the ramp grumbling and with a fast pace, flipping the bird at whoever makes fun of him and his missing belt. That’s probably the reason why he’s such in a bad mood.

Once he gets to the timekeeper’s table, he snatches a microphone from the ring announcer and yells some random insults to the young woman. He finally steps in the ring, askin for his music to be cut.

Guy Marshall: "You think this is funny, right you bastards?”

The “Yes” repeated for a long couple of minutes gave him the answer he was looking for.

Guy Marshall: “You really have no respect for me, or for what I did for this company. You ungrateful bitches! Since day one, I represented this company, I put eyes on this product and made people talking about it. I worked like a dog to earn myself a title shot, and finally I accomplished my goal. And then what happens?”

He rolls his eyes.

Guy Marshall: “That Kace dude shows up and steal my title as well and Neriah’s. And what did our General Manager do about it? Absolutely nothing. Well, wait… He probably laughed at all this, finding you amusing.. I wouldn’t be surprised if he even congratulated you, while his idiotic interns were making fun of my bud Holst. Because that’s the kind of man Callum Price is. Someone who doesn’t event realize who are the guys who drag thousands of fans in shitholes like Fargo.”

As easily predictable, the fans rise up with a huge round of boos. Guy shrugs, unimpressed.

Guy Marshall: “Say what you want, but you know I’m not wrong. Why did y’all come here? This place has absolutely nothing to offer, the only reason why there’s more than a couple of rednecks here tonight is that y’all want to see the #GoldenTrio in action. Not the shitty Conglomerate, not some redhead bitch, not Hayden and certainly not a THIEF like Kace Matthews.The babe and star of SWA Kimmi Keister, the champ Spitfyah Neriah Holst and yours truly…”

He takes a small and clumsy bow.

Guy Marshall: “This fucking Guy are those who drag your asses in the middle of nowhere, North Dakota. We are what is making this place thrive here, we are what Rocky Mountain was missing. Whether you are here because you smartened up and realize how great the #GoldenTrio actually is, or because you hope, in vain, to see someone kicking our ass, you know that we are the ones you want to see. Just think about next week… Cosmo Cooper, Leela Watts and Dom DiBona all come to Sentinel to fight who? The Conglomerate? Nah, they might be fine, but they’re not relevant enough. Hayden? Amazing? DIckie? A waste of time… Nah, they come to this company for the #GoldenTrio. Y’all are welcome.”

The fans obviously don’t kindly his lack of respect for some of the most popular superstar in the Sentinel roster. Guy respond to the boos the only way he knows. A smirk and a compilation of rude gestures.

Guy Marshall: “Just like tonight…. Do you really expect Michael Callaghan to walk out with my title? So to speak, since there’s no fucking title cause that punk ass bitch stole it… Nah, dude stands no chance, let me tell you. Sure, he beat some tough competition last week, kudos to him. But tonight he steps in the ring with a two time champion, the only two time champ in SWA history… And there’s no way the lamest of the Callaghans is gonna take it away from me. He’s welcome to try though, and feel free to cheer for him, you buncha farmers…It won’t change how this story ends. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Guy shrugs his shoulders, dropping on the mat rolling outside the ring, saluting the fans with his middle fingers raised while making his way backstage.

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MATCH #7: FRONTLINE CHAMPIONSHIP GROUP B MATCH
AUBREY MORESI vs. KYLE WEST-JAA
Kyle takes immediate control of the match, cornering Aubrey against the turnbuckles and laying in a ten count as the audience boos him every step of the way. He pulls Moresi up to the top rope for an avalanche maneuver, but she thinks fast and is able to counter with a sunset flip powerbomb, transitioning right into a pin. Aubrey only gets two before the shoulder is up and Kyle shoves her away with force. Aubrey comes back with a springboard missile dropkick followed by a sitout rear mat slam and another pin attempt that only gets two. Kyle stalls her briefly with some chain wrestling that almost seems like he’s just showing off his technical skill before leading into a hammerlock. Moresi is able to flip her way free and nail Kyle on the side of the head with a jumping roundhouse. Aubrey fights on with tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown that sends Kyle to the corner, following it up with a running hip attack! She makes the pin, but Kyle kicks out just in time. West-Jaa is on his feet in short order catches Moresi with his Bangkok Smash springboard forearm. He makes the pin but only gets two. Frustrated, Kyle leaves nothing to chance and wraps Aubrey up in his Nạk Kh̀ā Khā calf crusher, forcing her to tap out.

Winner by Pinfall: Kyle West-Jaa (13:55)

BACKSTAGE...
The scene cuts backstage to the locker room where Neriah had found Kace earlier. Guy’s Television Championship still sat down next to the chair in the empty locker room when the door of the locker room could be heard opening very slowly. The camera pans over to the door and peaking in was Kace Matthews, but he was wearing a green dinosaur onesie as a disguise.

Kace Matthews: “Whew, I think the coast is clear.”

Kace tip toes into the locker room and when his body is fully shown, the camera sees that he has the SWA Championship wrapped firmly around his waist. Kace walks up to the Television Championship and picks it up before looking around in suspicion.

Kace Matthews: “I really hope this isn’t some sort of trap.”

He laughs nervously before walking back over to the locker room door and peaking out of it. He looks to the left and to the right and lets out a sigh of relief.

Kace Matthews: “Thank god! The coast is clear!”

Kace slowly walks out of the locker room when a voice can be heard yelling from afar, the only guess can be that it’s Neriah, possibly Guy.

Voice: “Yo!!! STOP THAT DINOSAUR!!!”

Kace goes into a full sprint down the hall, heading towards the parking lot before the scene cuts away.

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MATCH #8: FRONTLINE CHAMPIONSHIP GROUP A MATCH
DICKIE HARTER vs. TORNADO DESENCADENADO
Dickie makes the mistake of locking up with the much larger and much more technical Tornado who simply takes advantage from there, taking him down to the canvas. Tornado grabs ahold of Harter's left leg and starts to work on it. First with a knee smash and then with a foot DDT that he transitions into a kneebar. Lil' Dickie is trapped in the center of the ring with a technical dynamo who simply won't let go of his leg, that is until Dickie starts kicking with his free leg, catching Desenceadenado in the face a few times, forcing him to release his hold on the leg. Harter rolls up to his feet and lands a single leg dropkick to the side of Tornado's face, dropping him back-first on the canvas. Standing up once more, Harter hits a backflip front dropkick that sends TD down once again. Going for a third try, Dickie tries for another backflip kick but Tornado sidesteps it, leaving Harter to fall face-first. The Fundamental Elemental wraps his arms around Dickie's waist and lifts him up for a deadlift bridging German suplex. Tornado rolls over and sends Harter back down with another bridging German, this time holding up the bridge for the pinfall. The official slides in for the count and Dickie gets the shoulder up at two. TD rolls back over with Harter still in his grasp, tossing him back with a release German suplex but Dickie lands on his feet. Tornado makes it up to his feet and his head almost immediately gets spiked back into the ground with a Hartercanrana (reverse hurricanrana). Dickie backs up and waits for just the right time to... KILL SHOT! The knee connects!! Harter makes the cover!

Winner by Pinfall: Dickie Harter (14:19)

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HEADLINE BOUT: SWA REGIONAL TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
MICHAEL CALLAGHAN vs. GUY MARSHALL
Michael Callaghan and Guy Marshall put together one hell of a match for the SWA Regional TV Championship with Callaghan really establishing himself in the early going of the match. Midway through the match he managed to catch Guy Marshall with a big belly to belly suplex and earn himself a near fall. And then followed up the belly to belly suplex with a german suplex that he bridged into a pinfall attempt but again he only managed to get a nearfall out of it. The momentum in the match changed when Marshall got tossed into the corner and then sidestepped a spear attempt that saw Callaghan end up with his shoulder ramming into the steel turnbuckle post. It was then that Guy pulled Callaghan out of the corner, booted him in the stomach, and then connected with Wretched, his token lifting DDT that earned him the one, two and three..

Winner AND STILL SWA REGIONAL TV CHAMPION: Guy Marshall (17:40)

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THE MAIN EVENT: SWA CHAMPIONSHIP CELEBRATION MATCH
???? vs. NERIAH HOLST
Having finally made it to the main event of Neriah Holst Appreciation Night, the man being honored stands in the ring waiting to find out who his surprise opponent was going to be. Would it be Cosmo Cooper? Bronx Valescence on a special trip from 4CW exclusivity? Quinn Castillo? Arlo Rosabel? WHO KNOWS?! Well, one man knew and it just so happened that he appeared at the top of the entrance ramp and that man was Callum Price. With Neriah waiting in the ring patiently, though with an expression that said his patience was fading quickly, Callum explained that he and Neriah have gotten off on the wrong foot and that he hopes to make that up to him tonight. Neriah’s spirits seem to perk up a bit, feeling like he’s finally being respected by the managerial group for the first time. Callum would continue on to tell him that he had considered giving T.J. Techniques the opportunity to face you on such a historic night but he thought better of it. And then he considered giving Dickie Harter the opportunity, since Neriah and Dickie had held so many classic matches with one another but he didn’t want to burden Dickie too much. And then finally it dawned on him just who he could have face Neriah on a night designed to celebrate him.

Familiar music hits over the public address system a moment later and the crowd immediately begins to boo. Emerging from the backstage are the familiar faces of Conglomerate members Damien Miri and Bethany Driver. Unsurprisingly a few steps behind him, carrying his Mexico City Championship belt, is Nikolas Thoreau who in spite of being arrested last week has some how found his way back onto Sentinel Wrestling Alliance programming. Everyone deserves a second chance right? The looks on their faces make it clear that there’s no love lost between the three standing at the top of the ramp and the champion in the ring. While they stand there, Callum Price informs Neriah that because he thinks so highly of Neriah as a competitor, and as a champion, he’s granted Neriah’s opponents request and given Neriah the chance to face not only the two members of CWC’s hottest faction on the roster, but also their stablemate Nik in a 3 on 1 handicap match that will begin right no-

Before the words can escape his lips, Oz Dalton hops the barricade with a chair in hand and slips into the ring behind an unsuspecting Neriah Holst. The fans erupt, trying to warn Neriah but the message doesn’t get to him in time as he gets blasted across the back with the chair. Over and over again Oz lays into him with the chair until Neriah lies, groaning and barely moving in the ring. It’s then that he turns his attention to the referee and suddenly what is unfolding before the eyes clicks in the minds of the fans. Oz Dalton is the holder of the King of the Hill contract and now is the moment that he can take advantage of it and cash in! Damien, Bethany and Nik all move down toward the ring, ready to celebrate with Oz. But just as he’s about to cash in, Aubrey Moresi appears at the top of the ramp and charges down toward the ring.

Instead of handing the contract off, Oz withdraws it and stuffs it away once more, turning and preparing for a fight. Before Aubrey can get into the ring, however, she’s cut off by Damien, Nik and Bethany as Oz once more lays into Neriah with the chair. But again things don’t stay settled for long as the crowd begins to buzz. Weaving their way through the crowd come Kimmi Keister and Guy Marshall to the aid of their Golden Trio friend, hopping the barrier themselves.

Now it’s the Conglomerate who find themselves in trouble as Guy and Kimmi chase Oz from the ring, sending him quickly regrouping with his girlfriend and her partners. They find the entrance way blocked by Aubrey who, when Nik shouts at her to get out of the way, turns up both middle fingers at them. When the group decides to make an exit through the crowd, Guy and Kimmi dip out of either side of the ring and cut them off. When they decide to instead try to go through the ring to get to the opposite side, Neriah pushes himself back up to his feet, ready for a fight. It’s then that the Conglomerate crew begin to try to talk their way out of things. Saying that they could work it out and let cooler heads prevail.

It’s not to be. All hell breaks loose with the Golden Trio pairing off with all three members of the Conglomerate, blasting them in the face over and over again with repeated punches. Oz, for his part, slips out of the ring untouched but as he turns to retreat up the entrance ramp he’s got with a big right hand by Aubrey Moresi, who then takes him by the back of the head and slams him head first off of the steel ring post. And finally we reach out final shot of the evening, on Neriah Holst Appreciation Night. Outside the ring the Conglomerate regroups and exits over the barrier with their tails tucked between their legs, so to speak, bitching and moaning as they go. But it’s Aubrey Moresi who is the focus, pointing at the trio in the ring and telling them now that they owe her one as she backs up the ramp while the show comes to its conclusion.


No Contest

Logo's Flash.

Credits Roll.

End.
Edited by Michael Kelly, Mar 29 2018, 04:38 PM.
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