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| [R]evolution Pro Presents: Renaissance Episode 16; April 15th, 2018 | |
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| Gaia Vaccaro | Apr 15 2018, 08:08 PM Post #1 |
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![]() CWC Presents [R]evolution Pro: Renaissance Episode 16 Live from the Adriatic Arena, Pesaro, Italy April 15th 2018 ![]()
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![]() The show opens up with Gianluigi Vaccaro sitting down in his office, looking at some paperwork. There’s a knock at the door and as he looks up to respond, the door swings open and it’s Izzi Grimes, who’s already dressed down in her ring gear. She smiles as she walks into the office and waves at Gian. Izzi Grimes: Soooo… I expected you to stop by my locker room to wish me luck in my match but here you are, nose deep in paperwork. She walks over to the side of the desk and hops up to sit on it, her legs now dangling down the desk. Izzi Grimes: I figured I might as well stop by your office so you could tell your favorite [R]evo employee good luck. So, let’s hear it, boss! Izzi leans toward Gian with an adorable smirk on her face. Gian shakes his head, smiling. Gianluigi Vaccaro: I’m sorry Izzi. I just got caught up in all… this. He waves his hands, pointing at the incredible amount of papers scattered all over his desk. Letting out a sigh, he turns his attention to the young girl. Gianluigi Vaccaro: First televised match… I can tell, you must be excited. Izzi is practically bouncing up and and down with excitement as she responds. Izzi Grimes: Oh I am! And you gave me the opener!? The chance to set the tone for the entire show? She smiles widely and shakes her head in disbelief. Izzi Grimes: It’s almost like it’s a dream… But I know when that bell rings, reality is going to hit me and I have to fight a giant out there. But the thing is? I’m ready for Raab. I’m faster, I’m more athletic and guess what? I’m smarter too! Izzi takes her index finger and taps it on her temple. Izzi Grimes: Size doesn’t matter in that ring. It’s all about your IQ and intangibles and Raab? He’s going to make one false step and BAM! Izzi claps her hands together. Izzi Grimes: I’ll take him out with The Crowning. The CFO of [R]evo chuckles a little, sitting back on his chair and looking at the young wrestler in front of him. Gianluigi Vaccaro: Lord Raab is a veteran, you should be extremely careful out there. This is a big challenge you have ahead, one I personally choose for you. He lightly tilts his head to a side, massaging the back of his stiff neck with his right hand. Gianluigi Vaccaro: You looked impressive in your debut. But it’s time we step up the challenge already. [R]evo has so many talents, and more seem to keep joining week after week. Let’s see what Izzi Grimes is all about. She smiles widely and nods. Izzi Grimes: I know you chose this for me, and I know it’s a test to see if I can handle with someone that big and tough but he doesn’t scare me. I can beat him. As for you? She reaches forward and around him and she begins to massage his neck with her hand. Izzi Grimes: You need to stop stressing and take better care of yourself, for it? Or else! Izzi’s brow furrows as she waits for Gian’s response. He closes his eyes for a moment, finding relief in her massage. Gianluigi Vaccaro: I’m fine Izzi, don’t worry. Probably it’s just a blast of wind… It happens quite often when I ride the bike. He turns his head, looking at her and nodding. Gianluigi Vaccaro. Thank you though. Izzi’s smiles as she rests her hand on Gian’s shoulder now. Izzi Grimes: Well you need to start feeling better, because I might need a massage after this match! She says playfully before tone in her voice and the look in her eyes become a bit more serious as she runs her hand over his shoulder. Izzi Grimes: But seriously, be careful? You’ve got a lot of people here gunning for you, know? I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. Gianluigi Vaccaro: I have enemies, that’s true… But they know better than take this any further than some insults on social media… He taps her hand that’s still resting on his shoulder. Gianluigi Vaccaro: I’ll be fine Izzi. But I really appreciate the sentiment. Smiling, he turns on his chair, so that he’s once again facing the young wrestler. Gianluigi Vaccaro: Should you need a massage after your match, we have extremely trained personnel… Izzi rolls her eyes as she gets up onto her feet. Izzi Grimes: Anyyyyyway! I’ve got a match to wrestle. So, uh, I’ll see you after sometime, right? Izzi gives him a hopeful smile. Gian nods, smiling back. Just when she’s about to leave he calls her back again. Gianluigi Vaccaro: Izzi… She stops on her tracks, turning back to the general manager. Gian grabs a paper from the top of a pile on his right and waves it toward Grimes. She quickly walks back to give it a closer look, her jaw dropping as soon as realizes what it is. Gianluigi Vaccaro: Melissa Reeves will be here next week, and she needs an opponent. Your name is definitely on my short list. Izzi’s eyes widen as she looks down at the paper and then back up at Gian. Izzi Grimes: Oh my god! She grabs Gian and hugs him for a moment before pulling away in excitement. Izzi Grimes: After this match with Lord Raab? I’m going to be the only name on your list! Gianluigi Vaccaro: Now go out there and prove it. He says, nodding his head. Gianluigi Vaccaro: Good luck, Izzi. Izzi goes to exit but she stops short of the door and turns around for a moment. Izzi Grimes: I’m a Grimes, we don’t need luck. She gives Gian a wink and just like that, she’s out the door and heading towards the ring for her match. ![]() Cameras go backstage where you see a red and black stripy mask costume walking around the locker room, not willing to talk to anybody other than coming to wrestle a match. He was never a fan of talking in front of a camera, but he much rather do that than be a child on twitter to tweet garbage and he turns around to the camera and speaks. Lord Raab: "I know I'm a guy that's usually the quietest member on the roster, but that's only because I don't use the childish site to talk to the entire world I give no fucks for at all about people's lives on Twitter and lives in general. Monsters don't use that shit as they focus training their asses off every single day to be the top wrestlers in this business." Raab speaks as always with a tone of anger because he had lost a match against a woman by submission that he hadn't talked about, but he turned it around to win a match last week as he speaks again. Lord Raab: "Shame on me for losing to Sydelle Kovarsky who made me tap out, but it's only made me stronger and I loved being in pain. When I left the ring when I lost, I was happy that someone was willing to do anything to cause pain on me because I love pain, I love being in pain or anything to do with it, but I also love causing pain as well." Raab at this point had something on his mind, something that would make the match the biggest one they've had on Revolution Pro, something he feels nobody has had the guts to do as he speaks about it. Lord Raab: "However, I asked for camera time tonight because while I was looking at who's joined CWC apart from my twin brother, I saw a wrestler that really caught my attention. A wrestler who's a lot like me, vile, violent and a destructive monster. A man who happens to wrestle in Mexico where I doubt he gets many if anybody calling him out for a match. If you all thinking Voidstar, you're correct." Everyone knew since Lord Raab came to CWC, he would be the first one to step up to Voidstar because that's somebody he really wants to face badly and he continues with his face right in the camera. Lord Raab: "That's right Voidstar, I hope you're listening to me because nobody has had the balls to do this, but I'm challenging you to a match either here in Revolution Pro or in ACM in a violent type match that any bosses of either company will give us because there's only one room for a monster here in Care cos having the two of us is not big enough. Only I don't need Twitter to talk shit to people because you might be intimidating, but I don't fear you because I'd be fearing myself if I did. I wait for your answer whether that'll be on ACM show or even on Revolution Pro." Lord Raab said what he had to say and wonders off backstage to do other things before the cameras go elsewhere backstage for the time being. ![]()
![]() A commotion was alerted to ringside as cameras were cut to Andrew Garrison who was harassing a staff member. Andrew Garrison: I call out D’Angelo Blackwell all week for a fight and he hasn't accepted yet. Now you have Joseph White….who I beat the hell out of I might add...and he's sticking his nose in my business. Nuh uh!! That's not happening!! Andy dragged the staff member to the Revo champs locker room and started nanging on the door. Andrew Garrison: STOP BONING THAT RAT GIRLFRIEND OF YOURS CHUMP AND GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!! Security and some agents come into the shot as they get between Andy and the door. Agent: Just calm down Garrison he's not in there. Come on get out of here. Andrew Garrison: Oh the champ isn't in there. How convenient!!! I'm going to go find him and we are going to fight. So deal with it. Andrew walked and saw the merchandise stand. He located the Dogs of War merch display and Andy started destroying it...ripping shirts and throwing stuff everywhere. Andrew Garrison: Stay out of this Joseph White!! I neutered your ass once and the next time I'll put you down for good!! Andrew walked away as the scene faded to black. ![]()
![]() The scene came in to the theme music of the Noir Factor playing across the scene before the letters were brought across in dynamic typographic only to spin away, revealing both Alex Noir and his guest for the day, Connor. In his usual candor, Alex made it a point to pour both of those glasses halfway full of Caols-ila, adding an ice cube to each. Alexander Noir: I hope you don’t mind Scotch, I’m a bit of a sucker for austerity, and you’re the first person I’ve had on that looks like they can relate to it. Connor just lifted a hand and shook his head. Connor MacNamara: Nah. I don’t drink, Lad. It’s not my vice of choice. Alexander Noir: With the fact that your family owns a distillery and a brewing company, that comes as a shock. Connor MacNamara: Aye, I s’pose it is. Alexander Noir: Still, I suppose that you’re known for surprises. Connor snorted in a mixture of amusement and derision. Connor MacNamara: If that’s what you want to call it, aye. Alexander Noir: Surprises, being sometimes supernaturally tough, and going against your bosses to the point of stupidity. Connor MacNamara: Aye, I suppose that’s a thing too. Alexander Noir: Why do you do it? Connor MacNamara: Someone has to. Alexander Noir: Someone has to agitate your boss near constantly? Connor MacNamara: Aye. The status quo demands to be shaken up, constantly. Alexander Noir: And yet, you’ve been given title matches only to squander them. It seems that you’ve been led about with the carrot instead of beat with the stick. Connor MacNamara: Gianluigi isn’t an idiot, and he’s not someone I underestimate. He knows he can’t fight me in a ring, he’s not suicidal, so he fights me on every front he can. It’s why I don’t have a fucking match tonight. Alexander Noir: So why not step back and let someone shake up the status quo? Connor MacNamara: No one wants to. I’m just saying, listen to what other people are accusing him off, and just look at facts. Alexander Noir: What do you think I’ll find if I do? Connor MacNamara: That’s up to you. We all see what we want to. Everyone has an endgame. Alexander Noir: And what’s your endgame, Connor? You’ve purposely blown title shots just to hurt rivals only to move on without a second glance. Why? Connor MacNamara: To prove that you can’t tame a wolf, even if you want to. Alexander Noir: But no one’s contested that you are or aren’t tamed. Connor MacNamara: I was feeling that way. Besides, that was the plan from the get go. I never wanted a title, I just wanted to hurt Gall. Alexander Noir: ….But wouldn’t taking his title hurt him more? Connor shrugged. Connor MacNamara: Maybe, but I didn’t want the title. I made it a point to tell everyone that I just wanted the fight, to hell with everything else. Alexander Noir: It seems you have a predilection for self sabotage. Connor MacNamara: We can’t all be perfect. Alexander Noir: Does that mean you intend to interfere in the match you’ll be refereeing tonight? Oh, how Connor grinned, an image of utter mischief before he just shook his head to dispel it. Connor MacNamara: Nope. I’ll do it even stevens. Alexander Noir: Are you worried about interference? Connor MacNamara: Like what, Mate? Alexander Noir: The Society attacking you while you’re isolated. Connor MacNamara: Oi, fuck’em. If they wanna come at me, they’re welcome to get put down proper. Alexander Noir: I see. So, you’re not worried? Connor MacNamara: Not in the slightest. So, any more questions before I run off to play referee? Alexander Noir: None in particular, no. Connor MacNamara: Well then, see you lot in the ring. As Connor got up without a word further, Alex just leaned back, looking annoyed into the camera as the outro cued up and the scene faded to black. ![]()
![]() The crowd boos loudly, and Redd looks at the ref with rage and destruction in his eyes. He drops Chase, who gladly enjoys the break from the beating he was receiving, and Redd grabs the referee around his throat with one hand. Both of the security guards try to pull thunder off of the ref, and are both thrown into the side of the ring as Thunder turns his attention back to the referee that disqualified him. Redd lifts the terrified referee up and slams him on the announce table. Redd begins to climb up as Darryl Walker rushes to ring side. Darryl Walker: “Hey big guy….the sun’s getting real low….” Redd looks at his best friend and calms a bit…..then roars about how he was unfairly disqualified. Gianluigi Vaccaro comes down, security in tow, and with mic in hand addresses The Thunder Gian Vaccaro: “Redd…..put the referee down! He was just doing his job” Redd Thunder: “AND NOW ME AM GONNA DIE MINE” Darryl Walker: “Redd stop!” Gian struggles with what to do. He has what seems like an idea to defuse the volatile situation. Chase begins to slowly crawl away” Gian Vaccaro: “Redd….Redd man, listen. If you hurt the referee, I am going to be forced to fire you.” Redd Thunder: “WORTH IT!!!!” Redd stands on the table and begins to put the referee in position for a power bomb before Gianluigi comes up with another idea Gian Vaccaro: “Alright Alright!!!! I see you are a…..shrewd negotiator……so how’s this. Let the referee go, and I will put you and Darryl in the Tag Team title match next week before the Super Show” Darryl Walker: “Redd buddy, that’s a good deal….put him down” Redd Thunder: “CANT ME JUST POWERBOMB HIM A LITTLE BIT” Darryl Walker: “No Redd. Bad Redd. Put down the referee. Put him down now! Redd lets the referee down and walks up the ramp, Darryl behind him. He stares down a nervous Gianluigi, and sneers at the security detail that parts down the middle, allowing Redd to pass” ![]() We go backstage to the sight of Evelyn Kuller of Bite The Dust. Milling around behind her is her tag partner Kira T. Zeppeli, but the focus is on Evelyn who gives a salute to the camera. Evelyn Kuller: Yo! It’s EK! I hope everyone is having a good time so far tonight. Me, I’m super excited about the chance coming tonight. But first, we had our first loss here last week. Surprisingly she gives a thumbs up to the camera. Evelyn Kuller: Dom and Zooey, you’re both really tough, you can really back up the stuff you say! Facing the two of you was a big challenge, and last week we came up short. But I’m proud of how well we did in the face of you both, and I’m excited for the idea of getting to face you both again at some point down the line. So thanks, it was a really fun time! A pause as Evelyn puts on a more serious expression. Evelyn Kuller: And then there’s this week. She puts her hands behind her back still looking quite serious, as Kira stepped forward. Kira T. Zeppeli: Number 1 contender to the [R]evolution Wrestling Televisione Championship. Special Guest Referee: Connor MacNamara. Evelyn Kuller vs. Sam Steele. As Kira announces the match ahead of Evelyn this week she tries to keep the serious expression going, but as he reads it off she starts to sway back and forth on her feet, a grin breaking out across her face. Kira steps back and Evelyn immediately throws her arms out. Evelyn Kuller: Wow! What an opportunity! Being given a chance like that when this is only my third show is quite an honor, I’m really happy to be given a chance like this. It wasn’t something I expected when I came here, since it was me and Kira teaming together. So a chance at a singles belt is a neat surprise! Sam Steele is also part of a tag team here, and they haven’t had the best time lately. That means I have to be extra careful though. Just looking at some losses and thinking it means a win is coming would be silly. Because what’s the truest thing about someone going through a spat of losses? She looks behind herself to Kira, who looks into the camera to give the answer. Kira T. Zeppeli: They’re more desperate to claim a victory and regain their balance. Evelyn nods and gives a quick thanks to her partner who just rolls his eyes. Evelyn Kuller: That’s exactly it. Sam Steele’s had a hard time lately and that means he might be more dangerous than he’s been before. When you want so badly to get a win and recall that feeling, it unlocks more inside of you. If I go in expecting anything less than a tough challenge I’m just opening myself up to a big disappointment. And I can’t really let that happen, you know? But don’t get me wrong… That grin again. Evelyn Kuller: I’m looking forward to it! A potential fight like that against someone desperate for a victory, with this huge opportunity hanging above us, I’m beyond excited for the kind of fight that may draw out of me and him! I think we’re in for quite a time, and I can’t wait! It’s gonna be fun! As for the guest referee...Connor seemed pretty mad about having to be the referee for this match instead of wrestling tonight. And to that I say… A quick bowing of her head. Evelyn Kuller: Sorry! She gives a sympathetic smile. Evelyn Kuller: When all you wanna do is compete, I get that being put in something that’s not that is frustrating. Sorry that you’re in that situation, really. Hopefully next show there’s a really good fight waiting for you! But for now I hope to at least put on a match that you’re able to enjoy seeing, as a small bit of make up for that. She gives a nod to the camera to that idea before finishing up. Evelyn Kuller: This week is a huge opportunity for me. A chance to face for a [R]evolution Wrestling championship. I’m honored, and I hope to put on a performance worthy of being given that chance. If I’m number one contender at the end of tonight, that’s amazing. I’ll do my best to make that come true, thank you! She gives a peace sign to the camera with a grin on her face, before it cuts away. ![]()
![]() Connor MacNamara walks towards the ropes after delivering the three count to end the match when the crowd gasps as someone hops over the barricade at ringside holding a steel chair. The person in question is wearing jeans and a black hoodie with the hood up. They slide into the ring and charge at Connor and smash the steel chair into his back, dropping him before he could exit the ring. Connor presses his hands to the mat in an attempt to push himself up, showing his grit when he’s cracked in the back again with the chair. Three more chair shots follow before the person pulls the hood down to reveal herself as Becky Balfour-Lawless! Lawless wears an ear to ear grin as she looks out towards the crowd. She points to someone else who is also wearing a black hoodie. She waves the person on with her index finger to join her in the ring. The person steps over the barricade with ease and then slides into the ring with security making zero effort to stop them. The man pulls his hoodie down to show a bald head with a big beard. His eyes bloodshot as if he hadn’t slept in days. The Follower unzips his hoodie and underneath pulls out a Shillelagh he had concealed. The shillelagh had a long handle with a few spikes near the tip. The Follower hands it off to Becky who watches as Connor slowly makes it to his knees. Becky Balfour-Lawless: Is this what you wanted? Is this the only way I can reach you? Becky looks at the shillelagh and then cracks Connor in the face with it! Becky turns and pushes The Follower back and then begins hitting Connor over and over with it, drawing collective gasps from everyone in attendance as Connor is defenseless at this point. After rendering Connor unconscious and bloody, she tosses the shillelagh to the outside of the ring and drops to her knees. She crawls over to Connor and holds his head up for the camera as the blood pours down his face, showcasing it for the world to see. Becky then looks directly into the camera. Becky Balfour-Lawless: I bleed, you bleed. Becky then spits towards the camera and takes two fingers, digging them into one of the cuts on Connor’s forehead. After ripping at the cut, she finally backs off with wide eyes and stares at Connor who is bleeding heavily. Becky screams before laughing in the corner of the ring as the show cuts to a quick commercial break due to the nature of the violence that was just on display. ![]()
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| Gaia Vaccaro | Apr 15 2018, 08:09 PM Post #2 |
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Mia D’Amore: Good evening fans, I’m back here with Revolution newcomer Casey Grey in her second appearance on our show. The first thing on my mind is that there was some confusion the last time you were here. You were supposed to compete in the Battle Royal but you didn’t. Do you know what happened there? Casey Grey: Honestly, no. I don’t, but things happen, you know? I’m not bitter or upset about it, and it’s probably my fault anyway. Really the only thing that bothered me about it is that I let my friend down by not bein’ there for her. That’s it. She ain’t upset, I’m not upset, so everything is okay there. I’m not even mad about it anymore. Mia D’Amore: Mad? Casey Grey: Yes. Mad. F.M. Young could…should have won. Maybe she could have if I was there to take out Patricia Payne like I should have been. I could have at least… Casey makes a visible effort to calm herself. Casey Grey: You know, Ms. D’Amore, I gotta tell ya. I’m gonna stop thinkin’ about that. I mean I’m sweeter than a triple servin’ of grandma’s peach cobbler but I got a match and if my dander gets up there just ain’t no tellin’ what I might do to that boy out there tonight. Mia D’Amore: But that match was a month ago… Casey Grey: Yeah, I know. I’ve done a lot of countin’ to ten in that time and I was good ‘til you asked me about it so let’s go ahead and change the subject here. Mia D’Amore: Okay. What can the fans expect of you tonight? Casey Grey: The same thing fans have come to expect from me every time I step into the ring. Absolute effort. I’m only goin’ for the win and I’m gonna get it no matter who I’m in the ring with. I got breath mints and muzzles for anyone that wants one and I’m handin’ ‘em out freely. Which is bad news for Grayson Hunt ‘cause he gets to go first. Mia D’Amore: All right! Mia turns back to the camera. Casey walks away. Mia D’Amore: So, we’ve heard from Casey Grey before her debut match. Let’s hope that this time we actually get to see her in action. A long, exasperated groan can be heard from Casey off screen, then as the scene fades on Mia… Mia D’Amore: I’m sorry. Casey Grey: One…two…three…four…five…six… ![]()
![]() Sydelle Kovarsky and her manager Shane Sanders were seen backstage, where Syd was busily shadow boxing to warm herself up. Sanders worked busily on her cell phone while casting her client an occasional glance. Shane Sanders: You know--Connor was the one who talked me into letting you pursue that whole McFadden idea. Syd stopped her routine and grinned. She turned to face her manager and nodded approvingly. Syd Kovarsky: So--you are OK with it now, yes? Good--I was flustered. Shane rolled her eyes and shrugged at her client. She mirrored the other woman’s smile. Shane Sanders: Yeah I know--I can be a real mom. You’ve got such an eagerness to fight--I’m honestly not used to it. To be honest, Syd--this whole manager thing is actually newish to me. Syd Kovarsky: Shane--I know. It’s fine--I do not blame you for being protective. It was sweet. I am glad you have changed your mind, though. I have wanted this for so long. I know that may sound silly to you. Shane scoffed and approached her client. She hugged her tightly then backed away, though she kept her hand on Syd’s shoulders. Shane Sanders: Kid--you have no idea how not silly that sounds. Look--I was glorified valet--for lack of a better description--when it came to my career--but I know how this business works. I know what those people out there want--and I know how all your peers work. I’ve had to do business with a lot of shady people. Your spirit is inspiring, Sydelle. Your record is solid, right now, and with all the push we can get behind you--you could go on to do so much more than just Revolution. Syd smiled but shook her head. Syd Kovarsky: No--not yet. A good challenge yes--I have dream fights--but this is home. Let us do our best here, Shane. I feel like this is where I am meant to be. Shane lowered her hands and shrugged showing she had no problem with her client’s decision. Shane Sanders: So--Darryl? Syd’s eyes widened and her face flushed. She attempted to hide a smile as she glanced sheepishly at her manager. Syd Kovarsky: He’s sweet in his own way. They shared a laugh that was soon interrupted by Shane’s phone ringing. Sanders quickly answered it. Shane Sanders:Yeah? Oh, you are? That’s unexpected. OK--yeah, just come on, I guess. OK--bye. A confused look washed over Syd’s face. Syd Kovarsky: Something wrong? Shane shook her head no and smiled. Shane Sanders: Just an unexpected visitor here to see us. Syd’s eyes narrowed more as she tried to think of who her manager could possibly mean as they scene cuts out. ![]()
![]() Black Skinhead blasts through the PA System as the [R]evolution Champion makes his way down the ramp to a warm reception from the audience. Blackwell reaches the ropes, slinging himself over, followed by bowing to the crowd. He then reaches through the ropes for a microphone, receiving one and taking center stage in the ring. D’Angelo Blackwell: Ah, it feels good to be back in the [R]evolution ring. Home. Now I bet you’re all waiting in anticipation to find out who I will be facing tonight; I won’t keep you waiting. I’ll keep this short and sweet. The last few weeks I have in my opinion been starved of worthy challengers. I commented on the [R]evo talent pool, and I began searching for challenges elsewhere. I have an upcoming match against a Dog of War Mitsuo Shimada in Japan Legacy. I then have a match in NJFC against Chris Madison, and I have the Vengeance Pro Phoenix Open. I went looking for a fight, and I got many. Blackwell raises his [R]evolution Championship. D’Angelo Blackwell: But in the end, I am the [R]evolution Champion and [R]evo is my home. So, I decided to give an open challenge this week of [R]evo to find out if there is a man or women in that locker room that can push me to my limits…. Now It’s time to find out. Blackwell throws the microphone down, removes his T-Shirt and hands his Championship to the timekeeper as he awaits a challenger….. After a few seconds Shit List blast through the PA System, with Andrew Garrison emerging from behind the curtains. Garrison has a smirk on his face as he walks down to the ring. ![]()
![]() Shit List blasts through the PA System as Garrison scatters out of the ring, celebrating his victory. Blackwell pushes himself up to one knee as Joseph White slides into the ring, attempting to help Blackwell up. As White grabs Blackwell’s arm, Blackwell jumps up and stuns him with a pele kick out of nowhere. White is stunned, stumbling backward, prompting Blackwell to plant him with the Dark Age. Blackwell takes a few seconds, taking a few breaths as he looks down at White. He then stomps White a few times before leaving the ring. As Blackwell is walking up the ramp White comes to his senses and reaches out of the ring, calling for a mic. He pushes himself into the corner, sitting upright as he begins talking. Joseph White: Things are changing for the better. You can either be the face of this revolution, or you're gonna be swept aside by it. Blackwell turns his attention back to the ring, a furious look on his face as he storms back to the ring. He slides into the ring, running at White with a dropkick. He then stomps White a few more times before yelling ‘’KEEP OUT OF MY WAY’’ followed by leaving the ring. ![]() We move backstage, where Mia D’Amore is joined by the recently christened number one contender for the Titolo Interregionale, Scarlett, who...unlike her usual, slightly self-conscious appearance, looks more aggravated than anything else. She tries her best to keep her smile up, but it’s clear that the Spaniard isn’t particularly impressed by the events of late. Mia D’Amore: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the number one contender to the Titolo Interregionale: Scarlett, who’s gone through a...I think it’s safe to say, a rough couple weeks here. Scarlett nods a little bit, but at first, she doesn’t seem to have much to actually add to that thought--or, maybe more accurately, she has too much, and she’s struggling to unpackage exactly what she wants to say. When she eventually does speak up, it’s after a long sigh. Scarlett: I don’t...exactly get it. First, Andrew Garrison...apparently thinks I wasn’t “ready” for a match for the [R]evolution Championship, and that I wouldn’t be a deserving champion if I’d managed to win it. So...rather than let me go out there, and either prove myself, or prove his point...he attacks me. And I’m supposed to be grateful...for...what? I’m supposed to be grateful for the rib injury? I’m supposed to thank him for dumping me on my head? The Spaniard huffs a little bit, shaking her head back and forth. She briefly tongues at her lip ring, doing her best to keep her cool. Scarlett: I agreed to wrestle D’Angelo Blackwell, because it was expected of me...regardless of how I felt, regardless of the attack, people came to the show to see a title defense, and I wanted them to get it...and, yes, also the opportunity was something I couldn’t pass up...it didn’t work out, obviously...but I guess I did enough to impress Señora Vaccaro, because--huh...ironically, I guess I should thank Andrew for one thing... Scarlett: If he hadn’t attacked me...and I’d just been beaten? I probably wouldn’t have got a chance at the match with Patricia... The irony causes the Spaniard to chuckle a little bit, but she quickly moves forward. Scarlett: Then, last week...I don’t know what might’ve happened with Sydelle...I guess I won’t know, either way. I let myself get distracted...and she got the win. And if that was it, I’d...well, I wouldn’t be happy about it, exactly, but it would just be something to learn and move on from...but of course, it wasn’t... Scarlett: Blair Jackson already cost me a chance at a match...then attacks me while I’m trying to get up... Scarlett just sighs a little bit, pinching between her eyes like she’s developed a headache. Scarlett: So...yeah, maybe not the best time in the world, but... Mia D’Amore: But, you have a chance to avenge Blair’s attack tonight, as you two face off in the main event--non-title, for tonight, but a preview of what’s to come. How are you feeling, heading into that match? Scarlett: I’m not...really thinking about it like “avenging” anything--it’s a match. She did what she did...to call it “avenging” it would just be giving her even more attention. I just see it as a chance to test myself. I’m going to be challenging for that title soon...this is my chance to prove I deserve the opportunity, despite what...anyone else wants to say, or think. I don’t need this match for revenge, or...whatever...I need this match maybe more than I’ve needed any other one since I signed here--I need to win this match for me, and to prove I have what it takes to succeed here. Scarlett: I know it won’t be easy--Blair made it through that tournament, so she’s already proved she’s not someone anyone can afford to take lightly...but I need to be ready for her--and whatever she brings to the match. Scarlett smiles toward the camera a little, then offers a little wave to Mia before turning to leave, and we head back to ringside. ![]()
![]() We open scene on an attractive intern chick. You know the type. Clad in her thigh-high leather boots, and wrapped in a form-fitting red silk dress that looked like if she were to sneeze, she might just pop out of it. You could call her a revolutionary intern. Our...evolutionary intern. Mia D’Amore: "Ladies and gentlemen joining me at this time following his, uhh, win...Chase Robinson. Chase?" Camera jumps to Chase who is seeen with a towel around his neck and the cliched band-aid over his right eye signifying he had gotten the worst of an encounter earlier. He doesn't even turn to address her or even look in her general direction. Mia D’Amore: "Uhh...Chase?" Again he doesn't even give her the courtesy of looking her way. Mia D’Amore: "Well this is awkward. Folks we had some air time scheduled for Chase Robinson following his match with Redd Thunder, but I guess he's too..." Chase Robinson: "You're one of them," Chase interrupted. "I told you all at the beginning of the week that I would defeat Redd Thunder, that I'm not afraid of the Thunder from Down Under, and every single one of you ... allowed my words to fall on deaf ears." He was still looking away from her, the exact opposite direction than she was standing at, deliberately. Mia D’Amore: "Uh, Chase, didn't you get pinned though? In fact you -" Chase Robinson: "Lesser men get pinned. Getting pinned implies defeat. I am not a lesser man, as in fact I was never defeated. What's the record say? That ahead of my future calling with the Olde Rooster of Times of Yore, when his back was against the wall, your RVP went into battle with the Big Fat Lucha, and your future king left that battle....victorious!" Mia D’Amore: "I'd hardly call that disqualification win terribly victorious..." Chase Robinson: "Is candy not sweet? Is love not romantic? Is winning not victory? Tell me, what's in a name that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet? What's in a win that a victory by any means is less a win? By this point Our Evolutionary Intern is floored and speechless, mouth hung open as she's lambasted by Chase' "FLAWless" arguments. Chase Robinson: "As a man of my word, I called my shot, I said I was going to do something, and I did that exact thing. For I am Revo's Valuable Player...your R, V, P." Mia D’Amore: "I-I'm sorry Chase, I didn't mean to -" Chase Robinson: "...Gotta go!" Chase quickly steps out of frame leaving Or Evolutionary Intern a bit surprised...oin the background though we see none other than the Big Fat Thunder from Down Under himself, Redd Thunder, rampaging his way through...catering. His attention seemingly on the food. Mmm, that swee, Italian cuisine... Mia D’Amore: "Huh..." She shook her head and blinked. "This was Chase Robinson, let's take it back to ringside." ![]()
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