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| January 19th; Revival Results | |
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| Erin Daniels | Jan 21 2013, 12:36 AM Post #1 |
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RW opens with a wide shot of the octagonal ring, Xavier Michaels in the middle with a microphone. :Xavier Michaels: Well, well, well... it's been awhile since I've been in a wrestling ring in L.A. Did you people miss me? The reaction from the crowd at ringside seems to be mixed. :Xavier Michaels: That just warms my cold, black heart. I'll tell you what doesn't though, some of the sorry excuses you've had to contribute to the culture of the world. Like the Kardasians. Those bitches are definitely from here. Getting married then start bitching about how the one has to support her broke ass man. Serves her right for getting hitched to someone warming the bench on the worst team in the NBA. How's she move on? Kayne. Wow, the desperation. Speaking of desperation and the NBA, how about your Lakers. Yeah, even Kobe's old ass can't carry that whole team now. The tearing down of their beloved basketball team obviously draws a chorus of boos and calling Xaiver an asshole. :Xavier Michaels: I love you too. Another thing about L.A that just blew my mind a couple days when getting here for this show. I'm in my hotel room, decent place you know, I'm not like the state government here that can't afford more than a couple Slim Jims. Five star hotel by far. So there's this knock at the door. I open it and see this black guy and a white girl and he says to me, "Sup playa, you wanna paaarty?," I just look at my watch like, "It's two in the fucking afternoon." So he goes looking down both ways of the hall before back to me, "You know what I mean. You want some pussy?" No this just blew my mind. Keep in mind, I'm from New York and seen some pretty fucked up shit, but never a door-to-door pimp. I half expected him to just walk in and dump some shit on the floor to show that her sugar lips could suck that shit up like a Hoover. He sees the little hesitation and goes on, "Tell you what playa, give you a special deal just for you. Fifty percent off." So now he's trying to give me a discount on it like it's stale or some shit. Knocking on random hotel doors trying to sale his day old pussy. Now what he doesn't know is like ten feet away is my wife. This guy's a pimp, a damn criminal. So there's danger on that end, but if you've even seen her pissed off, MUCH bigger threat of physical harm. I don't know what to do so I just turn to look over at her like, "Hey Mel, honey, do we need any pussy? It's on sale." :Stevie Howard: Did he happen to get a card from that guy? Remind me to ask him later. :Xavier Michaels: Now don't get me wrong. L.A. isn't the worst city in California. Believe me, San Francisco ain't got shit on you. That place is like L.A. with AIDS. Their motto needs to be, "More butt-fucking per square foot than anywhere else in the world." Try putting that on you postcards. Bunch of guys, drag queens and chicks that want to be guys walking in a parade with their annoying little foo-fee dogs that look like fucking Q-Tips. But oh, I can't make fun of those people huh? Why? Does sucking dick give them some kind of special privileges and parades? Let me ask the women around here something, I see a few here. Now ladies, you suck dick don't you? Where's your god damn parade? :Mick Crellin: We're so getting sued now. I can promise you that if you're not prepared to have a happening... MOVE BACK! A cheer goes up as The Avalanches' "With My Baby" hits the speakers and Amy Ngoudje bursts through the curtain. She crosses back and forth as she makes her way to the ring, interacting with the fans, high-fiving and shaking hands. Amy climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes, then hops up each corner in turn, taking a moment to pose and lead the fans in a pop. Once the circuit is done, she hunkers into her corner, psyching up for the coming match. The opening to Sixx:A.M.'s "This is Gonna Hurt" builds up to blare over the arena sound system, the house lights dimming to a near darkness with strobe lights focused on the entrance flickering in time with the music. As the song kicks in to the main guitar riff, Kai O'Hara makes his way out onto the staging area and glances around at the fans either side of him. Feels like your life is over Feels like all hope is gone You kiss it all away Maybe, maybe He bounces on his toes a couple of times, psyching himself up for the match ahead of him and then starts his walk down the ramp toward the ring. This is a second coming This is a call to arms Your finest hour won't be Wasted, wasted With a smile on his face, he reaches out and tags the hands of any fans showing him support along the edges of the ramp. Hey, hey Hell is what you make, make Rise against your fate, fate Nothing's gonna keep you down Even if it's killing you Because you know the truth Stopping in front of the ring, he looks up at the eight-sided structure and visibly takes a deep breath in before blowing it back out and sliding underneath the bottom rope. Listen up, listen up There's a devil in the church Got a bullet in the chamber and This is gonna hurt Let it out, let it out You can scream and you can shout Keep your secrets in the shadows and You'll be sorry Again, he bounces on his toes, twisting his hips in a warm-up and then stops and raises his arms into the air, met with a cheer from the crowd. Everybody's getting numb Everybody's on the run Listen up, listen up There's a devil in the church Got a bullet in the chamber and This is gonna hurt He crouches slightly with his hands on his knees, waiting for the start of the match as his music fades out. :Mick Crellin: Ngoudje, a two-time GEW Tag Team Champion, making her Reborn debut here. We saw O'Hara for the first time last week in a... pretty one-sided loss, to be honest, to Tony Harrison and he'll be looking to overshadow people's memory of that with a strong performance tonight. :Stevie Howard: I'm still not over that, by the way. Singles Match Kai O'Hara vs. Amy Ngoudje Kai wanted to start things off with a clinch, and Amy obliged. Her advantage in experience and leverage meant she quickly turned it into a side headlock, but Kai managed to push out of it. He looked for a Russian legsweep, but she blocked it and they span back to face each other. Elbow strike from O'Hara, deflected; Ngoudje with legfeed feint, Kai backstepped it. O'Hara ducked a lariat attempt and turned, and Ngoudje threw off his lungblower attempt. Back to facing down, they smiled at each other and shook hands, which got a cheer. Spinning heel kick from O'Hara, but Ngoudje caught his boot, pushed him back, and knocked him down with a hard clothesline. She went for a hammerlock but Kai managed to fight it and reach the ropes. Ngoudje with a knee to the gut, lifted him to his feet, and landed a stalling vertical suplex for a two count. Amy tried flipping him into a Boston crab but he pulled her down into a rollup for a near fall! They broke and she ran at him, but he found the armdrag and followed with a quick front flip splash. Pin attempt... no! Ngoudje threw him clean off herself. O'Hara regrouped quickly and nailed a shining wizard, then a standing leg drop. He waited for her to rise and took her over with a release German suplex. He climbed the top rope and signalled for a corkscrew moonsault... but Amy rose as he jumped and pulled him across her shoulders! Kai started punching and twisting and tried to get into position for a huracanrana or a tornado, but Ngoudje flapjacked him into the ropes. On the rebound she found the gutwrench and flipped him over one shoulder, then dropped him with a running powerbomb to put him away. :Mick Crellin: Credit to Kai O'Hara, he's obviously learned from what happened two weeks ago, but once again he falls to veteran experience. The ring crew is preparing for the Pre-Main Event, when suddenly the lights shut off. :Mick Crellin: Oh, Power outage? :Stevie Howard: What do we pay these stage hands for? A countdown timer hits the Revivatron. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2.. 1... 0.. *BOOM* The loud pyro hits and the lights return. :Stevie Howard: What the hell? Subdivisions by Rush plays over the P.A, immediately garnering a reaction from the crowd. :Mark Crellin: I don't know what is going on, but the crowd is fired up! Chris Paige walks out, wearing his casual wear; Jeans, A PWE T-Shirt, and a leather coat with chains hanging off the back. The Crowd goes nuts :Stevie Howard: Oh snap! You know who that is Mark? :Mark Crellin: I don't know, but do we have the proper permission to show that T-Shirt on live TV? :Xavier Michaels: You do realize this isn't a fashion show right? That's later in the night for you. Chris Paige walks down the ramp, slapping hands with a few fans before making it into the ring. Chris calls for a mic and takes a seat on the top rope. His music stops and he lays across the top rope. :Chris Paige: Now is the building on fire or are you guys just happy to see me? The crowd starts chanting for Paige, who gives himself a pat on the back. :Mark Crellin: The Reborn Wrestling Fans know Chris Paige, former PWE and a recent Re-Sign in CWF. What is he doing here? Chris Paige pulls out his cigarettes and lights one up. :Chris Paige: So you guys are probably wondering why I am here, well with FTW and I having parted ways, well me leaving them to put it bluntly and CWF only running on a Bi-Weekly Schedule, Eddie Jefferson told me about this place, which runs opposite so I just figured I would sign for the fuck of it. I'm not here to win a title, although I won't turn down the opportunity and I most certainly am not here to make a name for myself because you all know who the fuck I am. I am here to keep tabs on two people, my old buddy; CWF Countdown Champion Declan Hunter and a very VERRRY Dear Friend, a man who is competing in a few minutes, Mr.Thor. I know that he probably is not too thrilled about having to share a locker room with moi, and believe me I am not looking forward to pulling his gross, vile, greasy hair out of the locker room sink while I try to brush my teeth. I mean who would? Maybe Reaper would, those two seem to be mighty bum chums. Anyways, I wasn't here to trash talk Thor, well maybe a little. I am here to announce that Chris Paige is open for business, and if Anybody, (yes even you Thor, because I know you would love to get your hands on me.) wants to go at it in the ring next week, talk to booking so that they can leave me a voicemail. Anyways, I will now leave you to this snorefest of a match, I bid you all farewell. Chris Paige leaves the ring, stomping his cigarette out in the ring before leaving. Instead of going through back up the ramp, Chris grabs a steel chair and hops over the barrier before making himself at home. :Mark Crellin: Chris Paige everybody! :Xavier Michaels: Man that was a good couple minute nap. What I miss? :Stevie Howard: God that guy talks a lot, maybe when Thor is done with his match he will clean that kid's clock. Singles Match Declan Hunter vs. Oliver Creed 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 insideThis is a proclamationThis 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 believingThe cursed can dream no moreSo 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 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 opponent, gripping onto the top ropes, and giving an icy glare until the bell sounds. The match could not have gone more lop-sided in Hunter's favor. European Uppercuts, a discus clothesline here and there along with putting on a clinic with a variety of suplexes, he never gave Creed an opportunity to catch a breath for more than a couple seconds before he went back on the attack. Hunter lifting Creed up before dropping him to hit Invictus after a few punishing minutes only put the inevitable outcome. Hunter easily pinned him for the three count. :Mick Crellin: A dominant victory if I ever saw one by Hunter tonight. We cut backstage and there's a big pop for Amy Ngoudje as she emerges from the women's locker room in her street clothes, with her hair damp and a sports bag slung over her shoulder. :Zoe Starr: Amy, just a little while ago we saw you compete here in Reborn for the first time. How did it feel to be between the ropes again? :Amy Ngoudje: It's unbelievable, Zoe. I haven't wrestled in over a year, and that... honestly, that feeling, being out there in front of all the fans, there's nothing like it on Earth. [Even though I lost, the rush was still... //The rush of being back out there, and of winning again, is just...] thank you, Santa Monica, for making me feel so at home. Kai, any time you want a rematch, let me know. It looks like Zoe's about to ask another question, when Erin Daniels is seen heading towards the women's locker room, still in her street clothes and seeming she is about to get in her ring gear for her own match. She gives Amy an appraising look, adjusting the Reborn title draped on her shoulder before smiling. :Erin Daniels: You did looked good out there. I was getting tired of being the only person on the roster with a vagina besides Troy. Amy smiles and extends a hand. :Amy Ngoudje: Thanks! It's nice to finally meet you properly. I've been watching your matches... good stuff. Erin takes the hand, giving it a squeeze and a shake. :Erin Daniels: Thanks. Tonight was the first time I've seen you but still impressive. Kai's a good kid. :Amy Ngoudje: Yeah, he's got a hell of a future. Amy can't help it... her eyes flicker over to Erin's title belt for just a moment. Erin obviously picks up on the glance, momentary as it is. :Erin Daniels: Keep it up and work like you just did out there, Amy, and you'll get your shot. It'd be a pleasure to work against you out there. That's the difference between us and the boys. I won't get all pissy and say you don't deserve what you've earned. Amy nods and smiles again. :Amy Ngoudje: Well, if it happens, let's make it a match of the year candidate. May the better woman win, and I'll shake your hand either way. :Erin Daniels: "May the best woman win," I like the sound of that. Erin moves to extend her hand to Amy again but Troy steps into the camera's view to their side. :Troy Gafgen: You're assuming you still have that title after tonight, whore. :Erin Daniels: Jesus Christ. What is this, Troy? Elementary school? Careful Amy. Next thing you know, he'll accuse you of having koodies. Amy looks between the two of them, and raises her hands. :Amy Ngoudje: Look, I don't want to get involved in business that doesn't concern me... I'm looking forward to the match tonight, I know it's gonna be great, and I hope you can both put whatever bad blood there is behind you. Erin begins to move around Amy's other side to head into the women's locker room. :Erin Daniels: He's the only with the issue around here. I was willing to be civil with him but his need to over compensate for something else won't let him do the same. Sorry if I ruined you interview, Amy, but I have to get ready and a title to defend. Amy looks from Erin to Troy. :Amy Ngoudje: Mmm. Good luck... both of you, I guess. She turns to Zoe, who shrugs. :Zoe Starr: I lost my train of thought. :Amy Ngoudje: Me too. 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 (ala Lawler). 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. The arena plunges into darkness as the opening of Fozzy's "Blood Happens" begins. Blue and red strobe lights flash around as the heavy intro comes to life and Mark Chapman pushes his way through the curtain as the lyrics begin, Aviators covering his eyes and a smirk on his face. I'm a street sweeper Scene stealer Double-barrelled key keeper Living my life on the fly Mark makes his move toward the top of the ramp, taking a long glance at the crowd around the arena before starting his walk down the ramp. I'm a code breaker Faith shaker Armor-plated earthquaker Not gonna stop till I die He leans over to the right side and slapping the hands of a few reaching fans before moving to the other side and giving a lucky select few the same treatment over there. The time has come To raze the place to the ground The time has come And now the hammer will pound It's time to run When the fists start to fly The time has come When you're hit you know you can't deny... He runs the last few meters to the ring and slides in beneath the bottom rope before jumping up to his feet. BLOOD HAPPENS! Before the second verse can begin, he takes off his shades, and hands them to the referee, then runs over to a turnbuckle, jumping up to the middle rope and pulling his shirt off over his head. I'm a grave robber Shell lobber Crimson-shaded heart stopper Wearing the crest of a knave He looks over the crowd, scrunching the shirt up into a ball in his hands before throwing it into the audience. I'm a night stalker Street walker Dirty-dealing back talker Won't ever see me again The song fades out as the chorus is about to come around again and Mark hops down from the turnbuckle, jumping up and down on the spot and waiting for the bell. Singles Match Sah'ta Thor vs. Mark Chapman From the sound of the opening bell, the two men seemed focused and determined, with neither wanting to commit to making the first mistake. For the first couple of minutes, they were careful, each attempting a couple of times for a tie-up, but breaking it when the other refused to give in to anything. After patience started to wear thin, Thor made the first real move of the match and took Chapman down with a hiptoss, following it with an armdrag when The Renegade got back to his feet. Chapman swung a hard right hand but Thor ducked it and landed a jab to his opponent's stomach to hunch him over before driving him to the mat with a DDT for a two-count. Chapman rolled back up to his feet and ducked a punch from Thor, grabbed his hand and whipped him into a corner. He dazed him with a few hard right hands and then lifted him to sit on the top turnbuckle before climbing to the middle one himself. Wrapping an arm around Thor's head, he forced him up some more and then took him over with a superplex. With Thor down, Chapman went back to ascending the turnbuckle, standing on the top and looking down at Thor. He nodded his head, looked around at the crowd and then leaped off with a knee drop. Upon impact, however, he immediately rolled away, clutching his left knee and crying out in pain. Given the time to recover while Chapman was down, Thor made it back to his feet and then over to his grounded opponent, laying in a few stomps before dragging him up. Unable to put any weight on his injured knee, Chapman slumped until Thor lifted him with a suplex and slammed him down. Thor moved to grab Mark again but, grounded and obviously in agony, he managed to roll Thor up into a cover, applying all of his weight and reaching out to grab on to the middle rope, with the referee completely oblivious as he made the count. :Mick Crellin: That was rather uncharacteristic of Chapman, but I don't think he was thinking of anything other than ending the match so he can get that knee seen to. :Stevie Howard: Yeah... It doesn't look good. He's in a lot of pain. Where the hell are the medics? With no sign of any medical staff on the way, Kai O'Hara ran down to the ring from the back, slid into the ring and immediately went over to his mentor who was curled up in a ball, clutching his left knee. Looking worried, he attempted to lift the bigger man to his feet to help him to the back but wasn't strong enough. Not a minute later, Erin Daniels was at ringside to help, telling the injured man to roll out of the ring and helping him, along with Kai, to stand on his good leg and instructing him to lean his weight on them as they escorted him to the back, accompanied by a respectful applause from the fans. :Mick 'Crell' Crellin: Things definitely don't look too great for Mark Chapman right now. Let's hope that it's nothing too serious. :Stevie Howard: Get well soon, Marky!! RW cuts to a backstage camera to follow Kai and Erin as they help Mark to the back, holding him up on either side. A medical technician immediately approaches them as they sit him down on a storage truck. :Kai O'Hara: Jesus Christ man! Are you going to be ok? :Mark Chapman: I'll be fine. Just... ah shit... get him out of here Erin. Erin nods her head in agreement, pulling Kai back and away a few yards by the arm. Seeing how visibly shaken he is by the sight of his mentor in such pain, she grabs him by the chin to keep him looking straight ahead to her instead of Mark being attended to by the medical staff. :Erin Daniels: Hey, listen to me, ok. Go find Cole and make sure he knows what's happened. Just talk to him ok. I have to finish get ready for my match with Troy but I'll come by to check on you after that. Don't worry about Mark, you know how much of a hard ass he is. Kai almost laughs at the comment about Mark but finds it in bad taste with him right there, keeping himself to just a simple nod of his head in answer as he walks away. Erin watches in the direction he was heading for a moment, turning to look back to Mark for a second before going in the same direction to presumable back to the women's locker room. Singles Match Phoenix Championship #1 Contender's Match A.J. Cleary vs. "Tiger" Tommy White A.J. appears on stage as the music 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. 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! A.J. started the match of with a series of left and right hooks followed by a European uppercut. "Tiger" answered with an uppercut of his own and kept the pressure on with a belly-to-back suplex when A.J. got spun around. Bridging the suplex for a pin only got a two count for A.J. kicked out. They both got up at about the same time but the brawler in A.J. got the upper hand and twisted "Tiger" around by the arm to jump and hit the jumping armbreaker. "Tiger" did not go down though, only staggered away before A.J. hit him in his lower back with a shoulder block. Pulling "Tiger" by the head, A.J. connected with a sharp pair of elbows to the back of the head. Going for another elbow, "Tiger" blocked it reach a reach back to grab A.J.'s arm and got to his feet to twist it around a standing armbar. A.J. tried to hit him but "Tiger" just countered with a sharp kick to the midsection and twisted the arm even tighter. A.J. tried for another swing but "Tiger" ducked under it to grab him as he turned back around after the failed strike and slammed him with a belly-to-belly suplex. "Tiger" did not let go after finishing the move but held on to pick him back up again to execute a second. Getting up after the second suplex, A.J. attempted a kick at the midsection of "Tiger" but he caught it. Seeing that he was in a bad spot, A.J. kicked at his head with his free leg with an Enziguri. "Tiger" ducked under the kick to stalk A.J. from behind for a second before synching in the Tiger Lock. A.J. tries to fight it for a moment but has no choice but to tap out. :Mick Crellin: An impressive with by the Tiger and gives him his shot at Kameron Chase and the Phoenix title. :Stevie Howard: Seeing him twist Cleary all around like that kind of gave me the munchies. Either of you know if there's a vendor back there that sells pretzels? :Xavier Michaels: You know damn well your ass don't need no pretzels. We cut to a pretaped video of Tony Harrison, stood in a snowy rural garden with his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He's staring out over the landscape, from under the brim of a flat cap. :Tony Harrison: This is home. This is where I'm from. Where my family is. Where I'm most at ease. He turns his head to look at us. :Tony Harrison: But there's a part of me that's only at home in the wrestling ring. Part of me only feels at ease when I'm demolishing slags and pretenders in that eight-sided spotlight. And now he turns his whole body to face us. :Tony Harrison: Last Resurgence, Kai O'Hara felt the crunch. The kid got a lesson in puroresu style that'll take months to fade. But that's just one of the strings on my bow. One of the many tools in my box. Next time, another lucky so-called competitor gets a lesson in another of the many techniques I'm now a master of. He leans forward, smirking. :Tony Harrison: Don't miss it... or I might just come to your home and crunch you. And with that, the feed dies. The camera cuts to the back where Mark Chapman is lay on a bench in an empty locker room, an arm draped over his face and still in visible pain. A medical staff member is with him, still examining his knee with an ice pack at the side of him. :EMT: We've got an ambulance on the way, we'll get you seen to as soon as possible. Mark doesn't respond verbally, just gives a barely noticeable nod of his head. :Mick Crellin: Oh boy. Things certainly don't look good for Mark Chapman. He had surgery on a torn ACL last year, and I'm sure his biggest fear right now is that the injury has reoccurred. :Stevie Howard: Man, don't say that. That's like the worst that could happen! Singles Match No Disqualification Reborn Championship Erin Daniels (C) vs. Troy Gafgen "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. Brown hair tied back into a ponytail, Daniels makes 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 reaches 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. :Mick Crellin: You have to wonder if this will be Miss Daniels' last match as champion. :Xavier Michaels: I have to admit, she's a pretty tough bitch. And from what I remember of Troy and seen from him with RW, he ain't shit. 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 match started off with the typical beginning that suited Erin perfectly. Keeping the pace fast and Troy off balance with kicks and strikes to his body, the few she aimed higher he easily blocked and countered with a few of his own on her. It was one of those strikes, a right hand, that she ducked under to move behind him and drop him down with a neckbreaker. They both got to their feet at about the same time, Erin just a hair quicker, but Troy immediately slid out of the ring under the bottom rope. Troy was looking seriously frustrated at not getting the better of Erin, only turning around just in time to see Erin as she springboarded herself over the top rope and landing with her body stretched out to the side on Troy. He caught her easily as her lighter frame did nothing to knock him back since he was ready for her. He then threw her behind him to land with a roll onto the commentators' table, sending them running for cover as she bounced off the table and into the barricade behind. Taking up a folding chair at ringside, he slammed it down onto her back as she was struggling to get back to her feet. :Mick Crellin: It's no disqualification, this is all legal. :Stevie Howard: Shit! My phone was still on there. Can they get out the way so I can make sure it didn't break? Troy picked up Erin by her hair before slinging her into a set of ring steps. He took the chair up again, aiming right for her head as it lay on the stairs but she got out of the way just in time. Hurting his arms in the process when the chair hit the steel steps, he dropped the chair. Erin rolled to her feet and took up the chair in one movement. Out of instinct, Troy caught the chair when she tossed it to him at head high, never seeing he jumping and turning to kick the chair with a jumping roundhouse kick to send it into his face. The burst of speed took just as much out of her as it did Troy as she collapsed back down after landing the kick. They both started to get back up at the same time, Troy hit her in the head with a hard to send her back down to her knees. Seeing that he had time, he climbed back up onto the ring's apron before climbing a nearby turnbuckle. It looked like he was about to land a high impact move to devastate her but Erin jumped up to the apron and knocked him from the turnbuckle, landing on the top rope between his legs. Using the top rope to springboard herself over, Erin grabbed Troy's head as she came over and pulled his face into her knees as she came back down to the mat. :Stevie Howard: Holy shit! That has to be it! The pinfall was academic as Erin hooked a leg for the three count. The crowd erupted into a cheer she slowly got up to her feet, favoring her back as the referee handed her the Reborn title belt and raised her hand in victory. She never even saw that Troy had gotten back up, rolled to the outside to get a chair and climbed back into the ring. She turned around, never seeing the chairshot that was coming before slamming into her face and top of her head to send her flat on her back. Seeing that Erin was obviously defenseless and most likely unconscious after the shot, he kept up the pressure with even more shot from the chair at her stomach and chest. It was most likely out of instinct that she rolled over onto her stomach but he was still hitting her in the back with the chair. :Mick Crellin: We need security out her now! Troy's lost it! :Xavier Michaels: Time to get to work boys. :Stevie Howard: Hey wait a minute, where you going? Xavier did not answer other than the sound of his headset hitting the table before he rolled into the ring. Troy was still pounding away on a prone Erin with the chair as Xavier came behind him and spun him around, yanking the chair away from his grip. Troy made like he was about to spin around and punch Xavier but stopped short when he saw who it was, only meeting the stare he was getting from the other man. Not breaking the eye contact, Xavier pulled off his suit jacket followed by his tie, he almost seemed to seething as he started to roll up his shirt sleeves. :Mick Crellin: Ohhhh shit. Two former champions and they never were very friendly with each other. :Stevie Howard: Maybe but why the hell is he helping Erin? I thought he just hated everyone. Before things reached the point where Xavier and Troy came to blows, Kai came running from out of the entrance and get into the ring with a chair of his own. Coming at Troy from behind, it looked like Kai was putting every bit of strength he had into hitting Troy flush in the back with the chair. Stunned at the attack from behind Troy did not fall but quickly got out of the ring, having to dodge the chair that was flying in his direction when Kai throw it at him. Leaving Kai to focus on Troy until he was all the way through the entrance, Xavier went to check on the still unconscious Erin. Kai doing the same after the tense moment with Troy had passed. |
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