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January 5, 2013; Resurgence Results
Topic Started: Jan 7 2013, 02:23 AM (99 Views)
Erin Daniels
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The Reborn Wrestling internet feed opened with a wide shot of the eight-sided ring. The fans filling the Fitzgerald Field House seem all too glad to be at a show again.

:Mick Crellin:
Welcome back to Resurgence and Reborn Wrestling!


:Stevie Howard:
Feels good to be back too, Mick. But can we talk to the bosses about, you know, a warmer venue until at least summer? Hot chicks don't wear parkas.


The introduction banter between the commentators is cut off by the majority of fans making a commotion and focusing on the area near the entrance. From a large open area beside the entrance curtain, a vehicle of some kind comes out, a large glass tower in the middle while a driver is in front and below the raised case. Behind the glass is the newest addition to the commentary team, Xavier Michaels, doing his best attempt at a regal wave.

:Mick Crellin:
My god. I knew this was going to be... different but I didn't expect this.


:Stevie Howard:
HA! Is he waving like the Queen?!


Following behind Xavier's "Pope-mobile" is a trail about ten midgets, all carrying baskets while trailing being it with the vehicle going around the ring to beside the commentators' table. About fifteen yards from the table, the vehicle stops with two midgets coming along the side when a door pops open. One empties his entire basket on the ground, covering the immediate area with red rose petals before hunching down on all fours to act as a step from the vehicle to the ground. The rest of the tiny entourage lines up in the space from the between Xavier as he steps out onto the back of the one bending over while the rest litter the ground with their rose petals filling their own baskets. Xavier stops midway, reaching into a pocket to pull out a handful of loose change and throws it out to a targeted audience member before he finishes his walk to the table.

:Mick Crellin:
Are you seriously going to do that every show? And are you into assaulting random people now?


:Xavier Michaels:
Are you shitting me? Those little bastards need to get back to work on my daughter's gingerbread mansion. And you know how rappers, "make it rain" on hot chicks by throwing money at them? I "make it hail," meaning I throw nickels at ugly bitches.


Xavier moves around Mick to sit between him and Stevie.

:Stevie Howard:
Welcome, Xavier. How's the Mrs.?


:Xavier Michaels:
Thanks, Steve. She's pregnant and horny, not a good combination. Especially since she's stopped shaving. Last week I woke up freaking out like, "Shit, Mel, there's a porcupine in the bed!" She just goes, "I'm not going to shave until this is over with and these kids get out." All I could say was my initial thought, "I'm bleeding here you fucking ape!"



Kai O'Hara was already in the ring when Ash's "Kung Fu" hit the speakers, and out walked Tony Harrison with a mic in his hand. Kai paces in the ring, wary about what his opponent wants. Tony makes a "cut the music" gesture and raises the mic.

:Tony Harrison:
Kai, m'boy. You get the honour of being Tony Harrison's first victim in Reborn Wrestling. Good for you! Kind of thing you could tell your grandkids about. I understand you're still quite new to this... well, think of tonight as an opportunity to learn. In fact, how 'bout I help you out with your training? How d'you fancy an introduction to one of the many different disciplines of wrestling I've become a master of?


Kai just looks impatient.

:Tony Harrison:
You familiar with the Japanese approach to wrestling, lad? Strong style? No? Well then, it's your lucky day. Time for you to get schooled in Puroresu 101.


Tony slides into the ring and the bell sounds.

Singles Match
Tony Harrison vs. Kai O'Hara


Right away, the youngster was all over Harrison with stomps and punches, but not for long as Tony's 100lb+ weight advantage allowed him to throw Kai off himself and clean across the ring. O'Hara sprang up and charged in at speed, but ate a big boot. Harrison with Irish whip, shortarm return into wrapup, and spiked O'Hara with a big puro backdrop suplex for a two count.

Both back up, O'Hara hit a knee strike and tried to follow with a jab, but Harrison caught him by the forearm and shook his head. He pushed the kid away and went for another big boot, but Kai ducked under! He jumped up for a lungblower but couldn't get the big man down. Harrison backpedalled into the corner, crushing O'Hara. Big strong style chest slaps lit the rookie up, and he followed with an exploder suplex. Kai wouldn't stay down and ran the ropes, but lost some momentum and Harrison found a leaping armdrag to retain control.

Tony then tried for a straightjacket, lifting Kai off his feet, but the youngster managed to escape. He turned and started assaulting the Cruncher with quick strikes. With Harrison down to one knee, O'Hara seemed to be looking for a DDT, but Harrison countered with a fist to the spine and then a discus punch to the gut.

Harrison then found the straightjacket and used it to pull O'Hara over his shoulders Argentine-style, jumped and span, and drove the kid's head into the mat. From there, there was no question of Kai kicking out.

:Stevie Howard:
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT.


:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Some kind of... twisting, spinning burning hammer variant! Very impressive, whatever it is!


:Stevie Howard:
Well yes, that. But mainly I meant Tony Harrison looking hella dominant. I don't think we've ever seen him look that dangerous. Or... remotely dangerous.


:Mick 'Crell' Crellin:
Well he's obviously used his time since GEW closed wisely!


:Xavier Michaels:
Can someone come out here and scrape the Backstreet Boy reject from the mat? That shit'll leave a stain.



As the shot cuts back to the backstage area, we see Troy pacing back and forth. It is obvious to everyone that he's waiting for someone. As Troy turns, he sees his target; Kameron Chase. A smile runs right across his face as he strolls up to The Natural Disaster.

:Troy Gafgen:
Hey Kam...how's the whore doing?


Kameron looks right at Troy, narrowing his eyes as he takes a step closer.

:Kameron Chase:
What did you just say?


Troy chuckles.

:Troy Gafgen:
You heard me, Kam. How's she holding up?


:Kameron Chase:
If you're talking about my fiancee, she's fine.


Shaking his head, he looks right into Troy's eyes.

:Kameron Chase:
She's not a whore. Watch your fucking words.


:Troy Gafgen:
Or what?


Troy backs up a little, keeping his distance.

:KAmeron Chase:
Keep talking and you'll find out.


Kameron grins, noticing Troy backing up. Troy returns the grin, wanting to show the Phoenix Champion that he's not intimidated.

:Troy Gafgen:
You think you scare me, Kam? Think again. You and that no good slut are a menace to Reborn Wrestling.


Clenching his teeth, Kameron takes a couple of steps forward, squaring right up to Troy.

:Kameron Chase:
You, and Reborn, wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for ME, so I'd be a little more careful if I was you.


Troy shrugs off Kameron's comment.

:Troy Gafgen:
You're a nobody anymore...and that uterus with feet is only good for sleeping her way to the top!


He raises his hand to the sky.

:Troy Gafgen:
If I am lying....may God strike me down now!


Troy waits for a minute and wouldn't you know, nothing happened. Instead of getting even more angry, Kameron simply laughs.

:Kameron Chase:
So... let me get this straight... I'M a nobody these days, and yet, the woman who sleeps in my bed every night slept her way to the TOP? I'd say that makes me a somebody, Troy.


He grins.

:Kameron Chase:
You're just jealous that I got the hottest, most talented girl in the company and you're left with one I threw away.


Troy snarls right at Kameron.

:Troy Gafgen:
Don't you talk about her like that.


After a second or two, he chuckles.

:Troy Gafgen:
Threw away...so have you told Erin? Have you told her that after a while, she's gonna end up on the curb as well?


Kameron shakes his head, letting out a short laugh.

:Kameron Chase:
No... Because she's not. Some people, Troy... Some people actually grow up. You should try it sometime.


He gives Troy a little wink and pats him on the shoulder, making a move to pass him and head to the dressing room.


The lights dim across the arena as "To Glory" by Two Steps From Hell plays over the PA System. The slow burn of the beginning solo slowly rises as does the lights of the arena just as quickly as they were dimmed. The entrance tron shows various fast moving backgrounds of snowy mountain caps, low rolling meadows bursting with greenery, the soaring of eagles over open sky and the rumbling stampede of beasts through endless valleys. As the song edges towards low chanting, Ulfrun Hafgrimr finally makes his way down to the ring. Surrounded by a small entourage, no more than 6-8 of trainers & promoters, The Iron Guard himself is clad in a large bright red cape with the fur of mountain lions as his pauldrons upon his shoulders. He clutches his left hand over his right forearm protected by matching black and gold arm bands, he approaches the octagonal ring. The entourage spreads out around the ring in the corner of their man, as he lifts his clutched arm into the air bellowing a Nordic battle cry, ripping his arms away from one another and to his sides in clenched fists of adrenal fury.

Tika tika tika tika tika tika tika tika tika tika tika tika tika tika tika tika

DUN! DUN DUN DUN! DUN DUN DUN! DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!

DUN! DUN DUN DUN! DUN DUN DUN! DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!

DUN! DUN DUN DUN! DUN DUN DUN! DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN!


A tiger’s roar crackles through the speakers, and out comes Tommy ‘Tiger’ White through the curtain. He spins around quickly, hands in the air, his back to the ring, as the camera zooms in on the large black tiger paw on the back of his white robe.

Risin’ up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I’m back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive


White swings around, all smiles, ready to get to work. He makes his way to the ring, singing along to his theme music and slapping hands with fans. He makes his way to the ring and over to the steps.

So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive


White climbs the steps and walks across the apron, playing to the crowd. He wipes his boots at the corner and steps into the ring and immediately to the middle rope.

It’s the, eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight
Risin’ up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watchin’ us all with the Eyeeee

Of the Tiger!


:Xavier Michaels:
So let me get this straight. We got a guy that watched The Hobbit WAY too many times and a dude that thinks he's Rocky. Where the fuck do they find these people?


:Stevie Howard:
Did you see that yet? The Hobbit?


:Xavier Michaels:
I have a daughter that likes to laugh at little people, can't say I blame her on that either, so I didn't even have a choice about taking her to see it. The frame rate they used made it look like a porno shot with a home video camera.


:Stevie Howard:
Ha! Hobbit porn!


:Mick Crellin:
What did I do to deserve this?


:Xavier Michaels:
You donkey punched Gandhi in a past life. There, happy you know now?


The match started as expected, Tiger using his technical skill to minmize the effect of Ulfrun's strength. Tiger ducked a clothesline to twist Ulfrun's arm with an arm wrench and ducked under another to turn behind Ulfrun and lift him up with a belly-to-back suplex. Ulfrun almost got up almost immediately and landed a heavy shoulder to knock the smaller Tiger back down to the mat before letting out a roar with pride at his show of strength over his opponent.

:Xavier Michaels:
Hey guys, I got an idea. You think if I offer him something shiny, he'll go "Heeeey yooooouuuu guuuuuyyys!" Or at least, "Sloth love Chunk"?


:Mick Crellin:
Takes a big man to do something like that.


:Xavier Michaels:
That's what she said.


Ulfrun got Tiger back up to his feet and sent him back into a turnbuckle. The sound of multiple chops to the chest rung out through the arena loudly as the fans at ringside reacted to each. After a few chops, Ulfrun lets Tiger out of the corner, lifting him up into a massive Bear Hug to squeeze Tiger with all his strength. Hitting at both of Ulfrun's ears, Tiger tried to get loose of the stranglehold on his body and was about to succeed before Ulfrun dropped him down with a spinebuster. The resulting pin got only a two count.

The majority of the match went as such. Ulfrun the favorite in terms of pure strength while Tiger used his years of experience to gain the upper hand to gradually wear down the stronger man. Tiger ultimate gained the pinfall after a Bridging Tiger Suplex.

:Mick Crellin:
Amazing match from both competitors tonight.



The RW feed goes backstage to where Kai O'Hara is being tended to by medical staff. He sits down gingerly, cringing in pain as he does so.

:Kai O'Hara:
Ah damn! I think that dude broke a butt cheek.


In the background of the camera's shot, the door to the Women's locker room opens as Erin Daniels comes out in her ring gear, ready for her match against Oliver Creed, Reborn title on her shoulder. She gives Kai a look of concern as she starts to pass and stops.

:Erin Daniels:
You ok, Kai?


:Kai O'Hara:
Who? Me? Fine. Just need a good shower to get the funk off after having to fight that meathead.


Erin laughs at his need to save face.

:Erin Daniels:
There's no shame in admitting you got your ass handed to you. Just make sure you learn from what you did wrong out there and don't do it again.


:Kai O'Hara:
I guess. I just know I'm gonna hear it from Mark now. He kept saying I wasn't ready.


Erin smiles, reaching with her free hand to give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

:Erin Daniels:
Maybe he was right, but there's just so much you can learn in the gym too. Some things just take experience to get. Keep at it and don't give up. Ever. And remember, there's a difference between being confident and cocky. I haven't been doing this much longer than you and look what I've done so far. All it takes is commitment and the right mindset.


:Kai O'Hara:
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Good luck out there.


:Erin Daniels:
No problem. You just better not go and get my future brother-in-law in trouble or dealing with Mark giving you shit will be the least of your problems. I know all about that thing at LAX before you guys got here.


That at least gets a laugh out of Kai before Erin leaves him there to get patched up by the medical personnel.


The opening riff of 'White Knuckles' by Alter Bridge blasts through the PA system as a lone figure steps out onto the entrance ramp wearing a hoodie. A green strobe light begins to flash rapidly as the figure remains still with his hands in his pockets, staring out into the crowd.

Are you still lost tonight?
Living but dead inside
This is a proclamation
This is a call to rise!


The man starts to walk down the ramp ever so slowly, tilting his head from side to side with each step and observing the hostile crowd before him.

We are the disillusioned...
We've been left wanting more...
Before every aspiration hits the floor...


The man throws his hood down to reveal a full head of long, brown hair.

Hold on for your life!
All we feel is so far from alive!


Declan walks briskly to the ring, ignoring the negative reaction he is receiving, and enters via the steel steps. He immediately walks to a turnbuckle and throws both hands up into the air with closed fists.

The damned are done believing
The cursed can dream no more
So hold on for your life
Because only the strong survive!


Declan jumps down, looks up at the entrance ramp and eagerly awaits the arrival of his opponent.

A.J. appears on stage as "Bullet with a Name" by Nonpoint begins. He scans the crowd briefly, then walks deliberately toward the ring. Reaching ringside he climbs the steps quickly, walks down the apron,one hand on the top rope. He gets to the middle of the apron and wipes his feet, the enters between the second and top rope. He walks to the center of the ring and looks out over the crowd with a look of determination. He raises one fist in the air, then retreats to his corner to await the start of the match.

Singles Match
Declan Hunter vs. A.J. Cleary

Neither man seemed to want to commit to making the first mistake, both competitors taking their time to pace a little and size up their familiar opponent. Eventually they both lunged to tie up in the center of the ring, with the larger Hunter getting the early advantage by overpowering Cleary and forcing him back against the ropes. After whipping him across the ring he nailed him with a running lariat to put him down to the canvas.

Once A.J. found his feet, the momentum went back and forth for a couple of minutes, with both men trading a series of strikes, Cleary's boxing background shining through after a combination of jabs and crosses, that finished with a hard right hook to put Hunter to the mat. With his opponent down A.J. made sure he stayed grounded with several hard stomps before dragging him back up by his long hair. After hitting a European uppercut, a dropkick to the knee and an enziguri, he went for the cover but Hunter kicked out just after the referee's hand touched the mat for a second time.

Hunter fought his way back into things and pulled off a snap suplex from out of nowhere before floating into a cover to get a count of two. He shrugged it off, not expecting to put Cleary away with such a basic move and then hauled the smaller man up to his feet, only to throw him over with an arm drag and then catch him with a swinging neckbreaker when he came back at him. Again, Hunter got only a count of two from his attempted cover.

After recovering and fending off any further attack from Hunter, Cleary went for a headscissor takedown but his opponent managed to stay on his feet, lift him to almost a sitting position, and throw him over, leaving him to catch his throat on the ropes. He recoiled backward and Hunter rolled him up, only for A.J. again to kick out before three.

Showing some signs of possible frustration, Hunter dragged Cleary up again, but the smaller man shoved him away, planted a hard kick to his gut to double him over and then drilled him with a powerful DDT before leaping into a cover and holding for a three count.

:Mick Crellin:
WOW! What a debut from both of these guys tonight! I'm looking forward to great things from them in the future. Brilliant signings by the Reborn higher-ups.


:Stevie Howard:
Looks like A.J's future is gonna be a little brighter! Shinier, even, if he can win again next week!


:Xavier Michaels:
You know what "A.J." stands for right, Steve? Ass Jockey.



We cut to Becky Benitez, stood to the side of the Reborn banner with a microphone.

:Becky Benitez:
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome one of Reborn's newest signings, coming to us all the way from England via Skype-


On cue, an inset video feed takes over most of the screen, showing us a smiling, familiar woman. Becky remains visible on the left hand edge of the image.

:Becky Benitez:
-Two-time GEW Tag Team Champion, Amy Ngoudje! Amy, thanks for joining us.


:Amy Ngoudje:
Hi Becky! My pleasure.


:Becky Benitez:
I understand it's very late over there.


:Amy Ngoudje:
Yeah, it's gone 2am here. I'm sorry if I'm a bit quiet - my daughter and my partner are both in bed.


:Becky Benitez:
No problem. Obviously, we know you best as a tag team wrestler; is it time to see Amy Ngoudje branch out and look for some singles gold?


Amy nods enthusiastically.

:Amy Ngoudje:
Absolutely. I've never held a singles title in my career but I'm gonna turn that around this year.


:Becky Benitez:
Are you looking to head straight for the Reborn Championship, or do you want to try for the Phoenix Championship first?


:Amy Ngoudje:
Um, both, really! Kameron and I are good mates and he's definitely someone I'd like to test myself against. But obviously the top title is what everyone's always really gunning for, myself definitely included. I don't know Erin Daniels but when I've been watching her she's been really impressive so far. I can't wait to wrestle her, whether or not she's still champion.


:Becky Benitez:
Well, one of the men who will be fighting tonight for a shot at Erin and the Reborn Championship is your own tag team partner from GEW, Sah'ta Thor. If he does win the title would that change things at all?


:Amy Ngoudje:
Well... Thor and I haven't really discussed the fact that we're both back in singles competition yet. Obviously, with no tag team titles, you're not going to see us side-by-side every week, but I have still have all the respect and friendship for Thor that I ever had. But of course that doesn't mean I won't give it my all if he and I get matched against each other! I mean, if Thor's the champion when I come for the Reborn title, I think that'll be a tremendous match. Thor and I know each other very well.


:Becky Benitez:
So are you picking Thor to win tonight?


:Amy Ngoudje:
I think it's very evenly matched, to be honest. Obviously Thor and Troy have a lot of history, they've split a lot of wins over the years, and I'm looking forward to seeing how Lance Gideon will fit into that dynamic.


:Becky Benitez:
I guess we'll find out later tonight!


:Amy Ngoudje:
We certainly will.


:Becky Benitez:
One more question, Amy - we know you as a straight-up wrestler. How do you think you'll adapt to Reborn's cross-discipline approach?


:Amy Ngoudje:
Well I can't deny that wrestling is my main thing, but I've spent some time training in other fighting styles too over the years. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. If you want to know what they are, you'll have to wait and see in my matches.


:Becky Benitez:
I look forward to it. Amy Ngoudje, thanks for joining us.


:Amy Ngoudje:
Not at all Becky, take care.


:Becky Benitez:
You too.


And the feed dies.

:Becky Benitez:
There you have it - Amy Ngoudje declaring that she has her sights on Reborn's gold, and you can see her in action on every episode of Revival. Back to you, Crell.



Cammy Carnage walks through the curtains. She scans the crowd and the lights dim to near darkness.

:Cammy Carnage:
If you're 555, then he's?


The crowd chant, 666!

:Cammy Carnage:
If you're 555, then he's?


666!

:Cammy Carnage:
If you're 555, then he's?


666!

8 7 6 6 6 5 4 3 2 1

YEAH


Reaper walks through the curtain and scans the sea of maggots. He begins his walk down the ramp.

I'm a pop star threat and I'm not dead yet
got a super dread bet with an angel drug head
like a dead beat winner, I wanna be a sinner
an idolized bang for the industry killer
a hideous man that you don't understand
throw a suicide party and I'm guaranteed to fuckin snap
it evilsonic, it's pornoholic
breakdowns, obscenities, its all i wanna be.


He slaps a few high fives as he walks calmly to the ring. He climbs up the outside of the near turnbuckle.

If you're 555, then I'm 666
If you're 555, then I'm 666


He points to the crowd.

Well if you're 555

He points to himself.

Then I'm 666
(whats it like to be a heretic?)
If you're 555 then I'm 666
(whats it like to be a heretic?)


He hops into the ring and walks to one of the eight corners. He throws up the devil horns with both hands and then returns to his relaxed position against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin.

The intro from Army of Anyone's "Father Figure" plays for a few seconds before fading into a silence. The lights in the arena dim to a state of almost complete darkness as a growing echo takes over the sound system. A single blue strobe light pulsates with the vibrations, becoming stronger as the echo gets louder and as it reaches it's climax the house lights brighten slightly as Union Underground's "Natural High" kicks in.

"SUCH A NATURAL HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH"

Kameron Chase throws back the curtain and makes his way out onto the staging area; a smug grin on his face as he glances around the arena through his Aviators while the blue spotlight shines down on him.

"I'm not your saviour; no fuckin' lie,
I'd kill myself to stay alive,
Forget the future; regret the past,
No present tense is gonna last.

Naaaaaaaaaaatural (It's a natural) Hiiiiiiiiiiiigh (Such a natural), it's a..."


Raising his shades up onto his head Kameron starts down the ramp towards the ring at a relatively slow pace, absently slapping the hands of a couple of fans.

"Naaaaaaaaaaatural (It's a natural) Hiiiiiiiiiiiigh (Such a natural), it's a...

Swimming in a sea of a jealous tide wont wash your hate away,
Selling your soul for a piece of mind; can't buy yourself today,
Ain't it funny how the power, the money, the consistency of the truth,
Bleed today but laugh tomorrow in the burden of our youth."


As the instrumental takes over, he hops up onto the apron on one knee. Holding onto the middle rope, he takes one last glance around the arena before getting to his feet and climbing into the ring through the ropes.

Kameron rounds the announcer, making his way over to one of the corners

"Swimming in a sea of a jealous tide won't wash your hate away (Such a natural high)
Selling your soul for a piece of mind; can't buy yourself today (Such a natural high)
Ain't it funny how the power, the money, the consistency of the truth (Such a natural high)
Bleed today but laugh tomorrow in the burden of our youth (Such a natural high)."


Standing on the middle rope in the corner, Kameron points a finger out at the crowd surrounding him, muttering inaudible words. He slaps his chest, nods his head and then jumps down from the turnbuckle, taking off his shades and handing them to the referee as he jumps up and down on the spot, ready for the match to begin.

Singles Match
Reaper vs. Kameron Chase

As soon as the bell rung Chase was on Reaper, clearly still worked up from his encounter with Troy earlier on in the night as he took him down with a hard shoulder block. Reaper was back up almost instantly but Chase gave him no time to recover and was straight on the attack, keeping the momentum firmly in his favour during the opening minutes of the match with a series of strikes and take-downs.

Reaper looked to maybe be finding his footing after ducking an attempted clothesline by the Phoenix Champion as he rebounded off the ropes, but Chase caught him as he came back again off the opposing ropes with a solid STO for a two count.

The kickout didn't discourage him one bit and he brought Reaper back up to his feet, rocking him with a few hard forearm shots before throwing him into a corner and mounting the second turnbuckle, hammering down on his opponent with ten hard right hands, counted by the crowd. After hopping down and allowing Reaper to stagger out of the corner, Chase planted him to the mat with a bulldog, earning himself another count of two.

Chase was soon back on his feet again and waiting for Reaper to rise. As soon as the other man was up, Kameron charged forward and knocked him right back down again with a clothesline. He yanked him back up by his hair, smirked as he glanced quickly around the arena and then took him down with an STO, following it with an Anaconda Vice. With nowhere to go, Reaper had no option but to tap out.

:Mick Crellin:
Kameron Chase definitely wasn't playing any games tonight! Not only is he sending a message to whoever may be facing him for the championship next time we're in Pittsburgh, but I think he's sending a message to Troy Gafgen, too!


:Stevie Howard:
And that message reads "Reaper sucks. That was easy."


:Xavier Michaels:
As much as it damn near kills me to admit it, Kameron got it done tonight. There, now I need to puke.



The RW feed goes backstage where Melissa Michaels is seen talking on a phone clearly pissed off.

:Melissa Michaels:
I don't know what the issue is, Shane. If some fucking crackhead can get on a plane with a damn bomb in his underwear, why can't your boy just get on one?!


Melissa stops, holding up a finger at a female assistant as she got in range while still giving a hungry look at the box the woman is carrying.

:Melissa Michaels:
I don't give a shit! Standing in line and catching a flight isn't fucking rocket science! I'll tell you what. Until he shows he knows how to sit in an airport terminal, he doesn't have a job. How's that work?!


Melissa hangs up the phone before mumbling angrily.

:Melissa Michaels:
Fuck I hate that bitch. They had better be in that box or you can join Gideon in the unemployment line.


The woman shakily opens the box for Melissa, revealing a about a dozen donuts inside. A look of joy takes Melissa's face, a complete switch from moments ago, the anger at the phone conversation gone once she takes one and bites into it.

:Melissa Michaels:
Oh god. This is better than sex. Way better. Twins I tell you. See if I ever let him ever stick his dick in me again.


:Stevie Howard:
Man, remind me to never get a chick knocked up. And I thought they got moody during that time of the month.


:Mick Crellin:
I suppose a congratulations are in order, Xavier. Wait, what's with the helmet.


:Xavier Michaels:
Hey guys, purely hypothetical question here, but do you think this table thing is bulletproof? Hypothetical of course.


:Stevie Howard:
I don't know, maybe I can find out by checking this laptop... way over here.



"Surrender" by In This Moment began playing, arena lighting changing to a slight blue with it just before Erin Daniels pushing aside the curtain at the entrance to come out, Reborn title belt held over her right shoulder with a hand. Brown hair tied back into a ponytail, Daniels made her way towards the ring in her attire of black tank top and pants, a blue stripe going down the side of each leg. At ringside, she reached up to grab the middle rope, using it to springboard herself up, black knee-high boots finding their hold on the apron easily before slipping in between the top and middle rope before handing over the Reborn title to the referee.

A chorus beings to sing as an epic score booms through the P.A. system. After a minute, it stops. Suddenly a song begins to plays a chilling melody, then suddenly a loud boom explodes from crashing drums, as the lights flash a blood red, signalling "Miseria Cantare" by AFI. Smoke slowly oozes from the stage and Oliver emerges slowly upward as a red strobes around behind him, shining brightly with a black cross in the red light. Oliver methodically strides down the ramp, dressed in black and red short tights with a white cross in on the back of the tight, along with black kneepads and black and red kickpads, and lastly with black wrist tape on both wrists and a single elbow pad on his right arm. Oliver looks at the crowd,

Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us


The camera gets a close up over his left eye which was white with a cross on the pupil. Swiftly, he springs over the ropes, his feet a foot above the top set of ropes.

Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame... Incinerate


He does a spin which transitions into a kneeling position into the middle of the ring.

Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all
Radiate, recognize one silent call
As we all form one dark flame
As we all form one dark flame
As we all...


His head slowly raises towards a burning white spotlight that appears, he places his hands together in a praying motion, then slowly lowers his head with a stern expression.

Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one of us
Love your hate, your faith lost
You are now one, one of us


He stands and walks to his corner, turning his back towards his Erin, gripping onto the top ropes, and giving an icy glare until the bell sounds.

:Mick Crellin:
Big match for both of these two. Creed's look pretty impressive the last couple shows, and Erin can prove just how good she is as the champion.


:Stevie Howard:
A woman on top. Hey, I'm cool with that. You and Kameron have a lot of history, what do you think of one of your long time rivals getting hitched again?


:Xavier Michaels:
Is that really all you have to contribute to this? What the fuck is this, Days of Our Lives? Watch the damn match.


:Mick Crellin:
I knew you couldn't be all bad, Xavier.


The match started off to a quick pace with Erin missing a side kick when Creed ducked under it and hit her with a hard knee to the midsection. Creed made to follow it up but Erin reversed it and landed on her feet behind him. A chop to the throat stunned him momentarily, giving her time to run to the ropes and come back to land a shoulder block against him. Creed stumbled back but stood on his feet still as she ran back for another shot. He caught Erin easily as she jumped and flowed it over into a Samoan Drop to the mat.

:Mick Crellin:
The champ telegraphed that one.


Creed grab at one of Erin's boots, pulling her around in a single-leg Boston Crab. Writhing around, Erin reached out to the ropes but was no where near them in the middle of the ring. After a minute of working through the pain and trying to figure a way out of the hold, Erin twisted and brought her other boot behind him to push him off into the ropes. She only had a moment to get back up, rolling into the clothesline to know him down and followed with a series of kicks to his body. A hit to the knee of the same leg that was in the hold before sent Erin stumbling back, a follow up backfist sent her reeling into the ropes. Creed soon capitalized to pick her up and drop her with a Death Valley Driver, went for the pin but only got a two count.

He pulled Erin up to her feet, sent her into the ropes but missed a boot the her face as she ducked underneath it and caught him with a Superkick to the chin. The resulting pin attempt, however, only got a two. It was when Creed later lifted her up for Devil's Advocate that things changed. Erin reversed it as he brought her up, turned brought her knees together in front of his face as she pulled him down with her hitting "Into Dust." The most Erin could muster after the match was draping an arm over him for the pin.

:Stevie Howard:
I swear I saw that move somewhere before.


:Xavier Michaels:
That was Mel's old move you twit. I thought you paid attention to everything with a set of tits.



The lights go down as “Crying Like A Bitch” begins to play. The crowd starts to cheer as Troy Gafgen makes his way out from behind the curtain. He raises both arms into the air and yells “It’s GO TIME!” as he gazes out into the crowd.

“Strut on by like a king. Telling everybody they know nothing. And long live what you thought you were. And time ain’t on your side anymore.”

Troy begins to walk down the ramp as he slaps some of the fans hands. He then turns to face the ring and he stops. He gives himself a couple of slaps to the head and chest before running and sliding right into the ring.

“And so you tell me, I can’t take my chances. But I told you one too many times and you were crying like a bitch! And you wonder why, no one can stand you. And there’s no denying you were crying like a bitch…you were crying like a bitch!”

Troy stands in the middle of the ring and soaks up the applause from the crowd. He walks over to the turnbuckle and tosses his arms up in the air, before hopping down off the turnbuckle and smirks.

The opening riff to "Let it Die" by Ozzy Osbourne echoes through the arena's speaker system as the lights dim. A few seconds pass before a golden light focuses on the top of the ramp. Standing there is a regal looking Sah'ta Thor who is wearing a white furred red satin kingly mantle with a matching crown. In his right hand is a royal scepter studded with gems. The light takes on a reddish tinge as four women dressed in varying colored corsets come out from the back and surround him. As the the lyrics start up the group starts down the ramp as the women dance around him. Once at the ring Thor hands the crown and scepter to the women before shrugging off the royal robes. Thor is now revealed to be standing in a pair of black jeans and a red t-shirt with a golden pattern of the Seven Deadly Sins with the words Sin Incarnate in white. He pulls off his shirt revealing his scarred toned muscular upper body. He turns and starts pacing in the ring as he awaits his opponents.

:Xavier Michaels:
Memoriiiieess. Damn, these guys did not age well.


:Stevie Howard:
Do any of you old timers?


:Xavier Michaels:
Bitch, my super sperm still get the job done.


:Mick Crellin:
There's a visual we all needed.


The match started off with Troy and Thor trading right hands back and forth, neither gaining a clear advantage. First it looked at if Troy had then advantage, then Thor. Troy, however, regained the upper hand with a hard uppercut followed up by a DDT to keep Thor on the mat. With his opponent on the ground, Troy pressed the advantage, not allowing Thor a moment's rest before hitting him in the back and body with a repeated series of kicks. Having him on the ground still, Troy pulled at Thor's neck with a Dragon Sleeper. Thor refused to give up though, powering through it to get to his feet with Troy still having the hold locked in.

Back up to his feet with Troy, Thor broke free of the hold, spinning around behind him to pick up Troy with an Atomic Drop and followed up with a spinning neckbreaker. Troy on the ground, Thor kept on the pressure with a knee to the temple, gaining momentum with each passing move.

:Xavier Michaels:
Now guys, seriously, did both these chumps really hold the GEW title before? Damn. Gold must've been getting handed out like candy at a school yard in GEW after I left.


Thor looked like he was about to set up for Reign of Blood at one point right before Kameron Chase slid into the ring and began attacking Troy. The ref called for the bell, declaring Troy the winner via disqualification but that did not stop the brawl that the fight between Troy and Kameron was turning into.

:Stevie Howard:
Wow, I know Erin's hot and all but Kameron's pretty pissed about what happened before.


:Xavier Michaels:
Either of you got any popcorn?


:Mick Crellin:
Holy shit! All hell's starting to break loose here at ringside.


Seeing that he's lost to no fault of his own, Thor wasn't too happy about the situation himself, trying to get in on the fight between the two and get some measure of satisfaction but the mass of security that was trying and failing to break up the fight between Kameron and Troy was too much for even him to get through as RW went off the air.
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