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| October 6th, 2012; Resurgence Results | |
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The lights go down in the building as the sizzling bass beats of LMFAO's "Sexy and I Know It" hits the speakers. Hughbert Gregory Rection steps forth, sporting a SnapBack hat and grills and the smallest pink thong known to man. While it looks seemingly harmless, Hugh's penis is tucked into a pouch that has a snout on the end of it, little pink ears stick up from the waist and a curly tail resides on his ass. As he thrusts his way down the aisle the snout part lifts up and the underside makes it look like a rampant pig is opening and closing its mouth with great ferocity. It also looks like every heterosexual man in the building is about to throw up. As Hugh arrives at ringside his manager, William Englebert Troubles, throws him a pair of denim shorts which he reluctantly puts on over his thong as he prepares to do battle. 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 its 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 won't 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 Hugh G. Rection vs. Kameron Chase From the start of the match, Kameron looked to want to make quick work of Rection, going on the attack immediately with a series of combination kicks and punches, working Rection back into a corner and holding him there until the referee forced the break. After taking a couple of steps back to allow his opponent out of the corner, Chase was soon back on him again, looking to wear him down with more strikes until Hugh scouted a high boot that he was going for and ducked beneath his foot, sweeping his other leg out from under him. With Kameron down, Rection hit the ropes and then fired back at the Phoenix Champion with a flip splash, quickly transitioning into a cover for a count of two. Both men were up quickly and Chase went for a wild swing, which Rection dodged away from. Kameron's momentum forced him into a spin and Rection capitalized by grabbing the Natural Disaster around the waist from behind, thrusting his hips three times before throwing him over with a German suplex. Hugh again went for the cover but Chase kicked out right after two. Chase seemed violated at what Rection had just done as he got back to his feet, yelling at the referee about Hugh's inappropriate behavior, which the crowd seemed to find amusing, but the official just shrugged and told him to get on with the match. Enraged, he flew at Rection with a hard clothesline to send him down to the mat in a heap before dragging him back up by his hair and unloading with more hard strikes. Once Rection seemed to be a little out of it, Chase kicked him in the midsection and then drove him down to the mat with a DDT, rolling him over and hooking a leg for a two count. Chase stayed on the offensive, dragging Rection up again and then levelling him with an STO to set up the Kamokaze, but Hugh scrambled away before the anaconda vice could be locked in and rolled out of the ring to catch a breather, while Chase went back to protesting to the referee against Rection's thrusting earlier on instead of going after him. While The Natural Disaster was distracted, Rection slid back into the ring and rolled him up, grabbing a fistful of trunks (and ass) to pin him for the three! :Stevie Howard: Haha! Holy shit! :Mick Crellin: Hugh G. Rection just pulled off the upset and defeated the Phoenix Champion! :Stevie Howard: You'd think Chase would know better than to take his eye off of his opponent. He needs to suck it up and stop whining like a bitch. :Mick Crellin: He clearly wasn't happy with the way Rection conducts his business, but you're right, Stevie. Chase is experienced enough to know better. At ringside, the video feed goes to ringside where interviewer Becky Benitez is standing with an old but still familiar if unshaven face of Xavier Michaels. The reaction he gets as the fans around him see that he’s being interviewed is somewhat mixed. He looks around for a second, acting as if playing an imaginary violin before shrugging. :Becky Benitez: It has been awhile Xavier, but just what are you doing here at an RW event? :Xavier Michaels: First of all, I was just watching Kameron getting beat by… whatever the fuck that was. :Becky Benitez: If you mean his opponent, that was Hugh G. Rection. :Xavier Michaels: Becky, please, not now. Besides, I’m married. Mel had me neutered years ago. :Becky Benitez: Speaking of which, where is Mrs. Michaels. Where there’s one of you, the other is never far behind. Xavier looks around, motioning in the air with a hand. :Xavier Michaels: She’s around. Besides, she’s not that much of the type for doing interviews anyway. But anyway, since I’ve been away for awhile, did Troy and Thor really win the title? Fuck, that just makes me holding it seem a lot less meaningful. My life is no longer complete. I feel like I should go into therapy now. :Becky Benitez: Of all the things for you to see a shrink about. :Xavier Michaels: Yeah, I know ri--. Hey, wait a minute. That ain’t cool, Becky. Damn I thought we was all cool. Taking a look at the rest of the roster, who the fuck name’s their kid Oliver? You know damn well he must’ve gotten fucked with a ton as a kid. Maybe that’s why he’s a little all fucked up. And that Gideon guy? Damn, Shane’s got her hands on something there and it ain’t below the waist for once. But Lance man, I know you’re named after the fag Backstreet Boy and all, but I hear you like casinos and all. I can hook you up in Vegas man. Call me, have you up to your neck in strippers with titties out to here. :Becky Benitez: All these years, some people never change. Back to you guys, Mick and Stevie. 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 opponent. The song 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. Singles Match Sah'ta Thor vs. Oliver Creed Thor was the man who took the early advantage, shooting out of the starting blocks with a flying clothesline to send his unsuspecting, familiar opponent down to the mat. Creed was back on his feet quickly but Thor took him down again in similar fashion. When Creed stood again, Thor threw him into the ropes and waited for him to rebound, but lowered his head too quickly and received a hard kick from Creed as a result. With Thor reeling, Creed hit the ropes again and knocked down the GEW Hall-of-Famer with a spinning heel kick, attempting a hopeful cover after it but barely getting a count of one. He shrugged it off and got back up, waiting for Thor to rise. When he did, the two traded right hands back and forth until Creed got the advantage and then backed up before running forward, looking for a spear but Thor sidestepped in time and The Messiah ended up crashing into a turnbuckle post shoulder-first. Thor rolled him up with a schoolboy for a count of two. Both men were quick to their feet again and began trading shots back and forth once more until Creed changed tactics and kicked Thor in the knee, causing it to buckle beneath him. With Thor on one knee, Creed backed himself up and then ran forward, using Thor's bent knee as leverage and nailing a Shining Wizard, gaining a two count from the pinfall attempt that followed. Creed dragged Thor back to his feet by his hair and levelled him with a hard forearm shot to the jaw. It rocked The Immortal a little bit but he fired back with a hard kick to Creed's midsection, doubling him over, and then dropping him with a DDT for another count of two from the referee. He dragged Creed up again before sending him right back down with a Russian leg sweep. Bouncing back to his feet, Thor hit the ropes and then nailed him with a knee drop to the temple. He hooked Creed's leg again but it still wasn't enough. Thor pounded his fist on the mat in frustration and then got back to his feet, watching Creed and waiting for him to rise. When he did, he flew forward, looking for a clothesline but Creed put a stop to it with a swift kick to the gut before his arm could connect. Creed hooked Thor's head beneath his arm, lifted him and spun, slamming him to the mat with the Purgatory's Circle, earning him the three-count and the victory. :Mick Crellin: Creed victorious! You can never tell going into a match with these two who will be the one with their hand raised at the end of it, but this time it's Oliver Creed walking out with the win! :Stevie Howard: Damn, that was close! These two should face each other every show. That was fun! "Bullet with Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins begins to play to the sold out arena. The music, accompanied with pulsing, red strobes, fill the arena as Lance Gideon steps out through the curtain. He pauses to look around the arena before making his way to the ring. He slides beneath the bottom rope of the ring, walks to the nearest turnbuckle, and ascends the pole. On the middle pad, he bumps his chest in taunt with his fingertips before opening his arms to the crowd--accepting whatever reception they shower his way. He jumps down, turning back to wait for the match to start. 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 Lance Gideon vs. Mark Chapman The match started off slowly, with both competitors sizing each other up carefully. It was Chapman that made the first move, lunging forward to try and force Gideon into a grapple but the smaller man sidestepped and brought a knee up into Chapman's gut. He followed it with several hard clubs to his back until The Renegade was forced to drop down to a knee. Chapman fought back before Gideon could really capitalize and do any damage with a European uppercut as he stood, rocking Gideon back a couple of steps, and then going on the attack with a series of forearm shots to his jaw. Gideon backed up some more until Chapman forced him into a clinch against the ropes, which the referee broke after his count. Chapman stepped back to allow Gideon to move away from the ropes and then moved in again but was caught with a snap jab to the face when he got too close. He staggered back and Gideon bolted forward, quickly locking up with Chapman and then spinning his arm out, looking for a standing armbar but Chapman frantically fought his way out of it, desperate to not be caught in the hold that had caused him so many problems in the past. After he'd released his arm, Gideon grabbed Chapman in a side headlock, giving him a few hard shots to the face to daze him before moving around and dropping him with a quick DDT for a two-count. He brought Chapman up to his feet again but The Renegade fought his way out with some strong punches to Gideon's abdomen, forcing him to release the hold before powering forward and drilling him with an STO to get a count of two for himself. Both men found their way up to their feet and Chapman swung a wild right hand but Gideon ducked it and wrapped his arms around Chapman's waist from behind, taking him over with a German suplex and holding for the pin but Chapman kicked out before the count of three. One he was released, Chapman rolled backwards back up to his feet and Gideon went low with a dropkick to his knee, sending him down to one, and then followed up with a hard kick to the face to put him down. Grabbing his left leg, he pulled on it and then stepped over, locking in the High Roller in the middle of the ring and leaving Chapman with no option but to tap out. :Mick Crellin: Lance Gideon continuing to make a mark – no pun intended – here in Reborn Wrestling with a convincing win over Mark Chapman! :Stevie Howard: That was less a wrestling match and more a straight-up fight. Damn. :Mick Crellin: That's what we're all about here, Stevie. Blending the lines between wrestling and MMA. It's not always gonna be headlocks and Full Nelson's! The lights went down as "Crying Like A Bitch" begins to play. The crowd started to cheer as Troy Gafgen made his way out from behind the curtain. He raised both arms into the air and yelled "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 began to walk down the ramp as he slaps some of the fans hands. He then turned to face the ring and he stopped. He gaves 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 stood in the middle of the ring and soaked up the applause from the crowd. He walked over to the turnbuckle and tossed his arms up in the air, before hopping down off the turnbuckle and smirks. "Adrenalize" 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 came out. Brown hair tied back into a ponytail, Daniels made her way towards the ring, keeping the Reborn Championship title belt over her right shoulder, 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. Singles Match Troy Gafgen vs. Erin Daniels The ring bell sounded to start the match as Erin and Troy faced off against each other momentarily before he reached out for her. Erin ducked under his outstretched arms to catch him with a spinning heel hick as he turned back around to here. The match already off to a quick start, the fast pace of the action suited Erin just fine as she continued to keep Troy off his game with her style of quick strikes. Having Troy knocked to the mat by the ropes at one point, Erin quickly jumped over to one of the sides of the ring to the ropes to jump up and back with a springboard moonsault. She landed squarely on his chest, hooking a leg for the pinfall but Troy kicked out at two. Erin didn't miss a beat or bother arguing with the referee about the count but just went back to work. Helping Troy get back up to his feet, Erin pushed him towards one of the ring's many corners, slamming his head into a turnbuckle. Dazed, Troy staggered back, not seeing Erin slip out onto the ring apron to springboard herself up to the top rope. He must have barely seen her coming out of the corner of his eye before her legs wrapped around his head and swinging him around and down with a spinning hurricanrana. Erin covered him again for another pinfall but Troy kicked out again. Troy was the first one to his feet this time, Erin barely getting her feet under her before Troy laid into her with a hard clothesline. Troy lifted her back up to her feet, landed a couple knees into her stomach before setting her up for suplex. He brought her up and over his head with it but Erin turned in mid air to reverse it and turn him back around in the process. Her hands on his head pulled him face down into her knees as she fell back. The pinfall was academic at that as the referee took the three count. :Carly Mitchell: Here is your winner... Erin Daniels! :Mick Crelin: Academic for the champ. Where was Troy's head for this match? :Stevie Howard: I don't know but color me jealous. I wish she'd pin me already. I'd take the beating just to roll around with her. |
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