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| October 20th, 2012; Revival Results | |
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The video opens with a black BMW sedan coming to a stop. The driver's side door opens as a man steps out, keeping his back to the camera. The only defining feature about him is the brown hair and maintained beard, eyes masked by a pair of dark sunglasses. Well dressed in an expensive suit, he hurries over to the other side to open the door. The woman whom he takes the hand of as she steps out is almost immediately recognizable, although a blonde now, as Melissa Michaels. :Mick Crellin: Oh... my... God! :Xavier Michaels: Having my baby... :Melissa Michaels: Oh would you please just shut up with that song :Xavier Michaels: My baby is having my baby Closing the door as Melissa gets out of the car, Xavier takes out a cigar and sticks it in his mouth. :Melissa Michaels: You had better not even think of smoking that thing around me. :Xavier Michaels: I do what I wan-- yes dear. The camera follows them as they walk away from the car to head further into the arena. Walking past where RW interviewer Becky Benitez is meeting Troy Gafgen as he arrives at the arena. :Xavier Michaels: Troy! Long time no see. Here, have a cigar. Xavier hands Troy a wrapped cigar with a blue ribbon tied around it before he and Melissa continue walking past, the camera staying on Troy and Becky as both of them look clearly confused. :Melissa Michaels: Do you have to advertise it? You might as well pay for a billboard on a highway. And you don't even know it's a boy. :Xavier Michaels: Oh it's a boy, alright. I know it. I'm putting my positive chi into making it happen too. I can only take so much of being surrounded by an estrogen ocean. Walking through Kelsey's room yesterday, all those doll's on the floor, I felt like a G.I. Joe doll on leave. :Troy Gafgen: Tell me I did not just see that. :Becky Benitez: Or hear that. :Mick Crellin: Are the Michaels seriously going to be around RW?! :Stevie Howard: It sure as hell looks like it. 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 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 Hugh G. Rection vs. Mark Chapman Right from the start of the match Chapman gave Rection little to no chance of any offence. Using a combination of strikes with his hands and feet, he had the smaller man reeling within a matter of seconds and backed up against the ropes. From there, The Renegade pulled him away and took down his stunned opponent with a snapmare, following it up with a dropkick to his back. After pulling him to his feet again, Chapman wore Rection down some more with more hard strikes before throwing him around the ring with relative ease, using a variety of takedowns and throws, from suplexes to hiptosses and armdrags. Following a stiff DDT, he moved into a cover but Rection managed to kick out before the count of three. Chapman was unfazed by the failure to win the match after a fairly simple manoeuvre and kept the momentum in his favor, backing Rection into a corner and wearing him down with some rough stomps before applying a choke that the referee forced him to break. He still didn't let up, dragging Rection back to his feet by his hair and planting him back to the mat with a strong STO for another two count. Deciding against pulling Rection up again, Chapman forced him into a sitting position and moved behind him, locking in a dragon sleeper to give himself a bit of a breather. With his opponent showing no signs of fighting out of the hold, the referee moved in to raise his arm, which dropped straight to the mat, twice. Before the referee could lift it again and possibly call an end to the match, Chapman released the hold and dragged Rection up to his feet, hauling him up onto his shoulder with little difficulty and putting him out of his misery with a G.T.S, covering afterward and holding for the three count. :Stevie Howard: Well that was easy! :Mick Crellin: A convincing win for Mark Chapman, picking up the victory over Hugh G. Rection with the Radiant Eclipse, and that could be just what The Renegade needed after his recent slump. :Stevie Howard: He's baaaaaaaaaaaack! The camera cuts to a video package, paid for by Warner Bros Records, advertising the upcoming Critical Acclaim tour, with clips of the band's past performances. A graphic comes up after a few seconds, listing the dates. December 8th - HP Paviliion, San Jose, CA. December 9th - Reno Events Center, Reno, NV. December 10th - The Joint, Las Vegas, NV. December 12th - Comerica Theatre, Phoenix, AZ. December 13th - Viejas Arena, San Diego, CA. As the poster for the tour leaves the screen, it is replaced by another one: Bring Christmas in with Critical Acclaim at Club Nokia in LA on Christmas Eve. Tickets are limited and will go fast. Don't miss out! 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 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. Singles Match Oliver Creed vs. Troy Gafgen The match started much as most of it went with Creed dominant throughout. Suplexes, DDTs, slams, all of which Creed used with much power and authority. It was not all Creed for all of the match though. It looked like at one point that Troy got his second wind with a series of punches and chops at Creed 's chest to send him back to turnbuckle. Creed only reversed it and threw Troy back into the turnbuckle. Creed followed it up by lifting Troy up onto the top turnbuckle and dropping him back with a super-plex from the top. Troy kicked out from the pinfall that followed right after, but the was no kicking out after the one after Creed 's "Lucifer Effect." The three count was academic. :Mick Crellin: Wow, the last couple matches have been really rough for the former champion. We go backstage to Becky, stood with a man in a smart suit and spiky hair. :Becky Benitez: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome former GEW General Manager, Dexter Sinister. :Dexter Sinister: Thank you, Miss Benitez. :Becky Benitez: Dexter, you've been working on the legal side of the end of GEW, and I understand you're now free to discuss it? :Dexter Sinister: That's right. Until now, for legal reasons, I've been unable to speak publicly on this subject. But now I can release a few details. I've been on the legal team dealing with the fallout of GEW's closure. Most importantly, I've been representing GEW's shareholders, talent and employees in the case against Chelsea Reed's estate. Miss Reed's own current whereabouts are unknown, but I can say this: the net is tightening. She cannot and will not evade the legal consequences of her actions forever. :Becky Benitez: And when Chelsea is found and brought to account, you'll keep us informed? :Dexter Sinister: Naturally. I know the fans of Reborn Wrestling are eager to see Miss Reed brought to justice, and I promise that we're working round the clock to make sure that happens. :Becky Benitez: Dexter Sinister, thank you. :Dexter Sinister: My pleasure. :Becky Benitez: Back to you, Mick. The beginning tones of "Down From The Sky" hit and run for a few seconds before being abruptly cut off by a static hiss. The his runs for a second, before the arena goes quite and the lights all dim to black. Silence hangs in the ait for a few moments, before "Power Through Fear" begins to pound through the speaker. Divinity will rise and destroy I am the wolf amongst the sheep And I will erase all the things that you hold dear The first words enter the song and a very dim spotlight highlights the man on the ramp, hooded and head bowed. He stays totally motionless as the song continues, small amounts of light beginning to flicker from the lighting system overhead. No more heroes, no more Lies No more saviours on which you can rely Shane Tallin raises his head and pulls the hood from his head, the lights brightening on cue. He smirks in a devilish fashion before letting his eyes slip around the arena. He takes a few steps forward and begins to make his way down the ramp. I was created from self righteous tears Not from devils not from demons But from those from preach power through fear Shane pulls himself on to the arpon and walks his way slowly to one of the ring posts. He stops and gives the crowd another glance before climbing it and propping one foot atop the post. For once in this life I scorched the skies I am the remedy to humanity I'm the dirge of those who died I'm the devil turning glass into the sand The shadow on the wall I'm the subtlety of endless sleep For this demon is a man Shane begins to speak to the crowd as the chorus hits, pointing to himself, the ring and the crowd before raising one arm slowly to the air. He drops it and stares out at the crowd, his smirk holding firm before twisting and dropping in to the ring. 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 his match. Singles Match Shane Tallin vs. Kameron Chase The bell rang to start the match and both men circled each other, both of them familiar with one another through past encounters. It was Chase who made the first move, lunging at Tallin and forcing him to lock-up in the middle of the ring. Tallin struggled out of it, switching to grab Chase in a waistlock from behind but The Natural Disaster reversed it, soon finding himself with Tallin in a waistlock and then taking him overhead with a German suplex. He kept his hold around Tallin's waist and brought him to his feet again, repeating the process but this time releasing the suplex. Chase was quick to his feet and put the boots into his grounded opponent to make sure he wasn't going to recover too quickly. He then pulled The Anti Hero up to his feet and went on the attack with a flurry of right hands to back him up against the ropes. Shooting Tallin across the eight-sided ring and waiting for him to rebound, Chase poised himself and then jumped into the air, connecting with a dropkick on the advancing Tallin and then covering, but only for a count of two. As the match went on, Chase picked apart Tallin, wearing him down with strikes and takedowns. Tallin tried on a number of occasions to get himself back into the match but couldn't find a way through the Phoenix Champion's assault. Chase, not wanting to give his opponent any room at all to recover and gain any momentum, upped the ante a little bit and started on more high-impact moves, dropping Tallin with a brainbuster at one point for another two count, and then getting the same result from a lungblower. Growing tired of the other man's resilience and refusal to "stay down", The Natural Disaster unloaded on a grounded Tallin with a series of closed fists to his temple before dragging him back up to his feet, only to send him right back down again with an STO. He followed it up by locking in an Anaconda Vice, leaving the beaten and worn down Tallin with no option but to tap out. :Mick Crellin: The Phoenix Champion bounces back from his somewhat embarrassing defeat at Resurgence with an impressive victory over Shane Tallin. If anybody doubted his abilities, they'll be doubting their doubts right now! :Stevie Howard: Hey, that's a line straight outta my book! I want royalties! The camera cuts to the hallway backstage, where Mark Chapman is standing outside of the men's locker room with Zoe Starr, who has a microphone in hand. :Zoe Starr: Mark, earlier tonight we saw you defeat Hugh G. Rection pretty easily, and on the last show, he picked up a win over your cousin - The Phoenix Champion - Kameron Chase, so we know he's no pushover. You seemed to barely give him a chance to breathe in your match. Was there something that sparked something in you tonight that made you just go out there with more motivation and will to win than you have in previous matches? :Mark Chapman: I wouldn't say anything was sparked, really. The motivation and will have been there all along, I just hadn't really found a way to dig it out until tonight. He pauses for a second. :Mark Chapman: That sounded kinda contradictory, didn't it? Mark laughs a little at his own wording, and Zoe nodded her head, laughing a little herself. :Zoe Starr: Yeah... a little. Care to elaborate? :Mark Chapman: There was a discussion with someone earlier on that kinda gave me reason to give it everything tonight, but I'm not gonna go into that just yet. I don't think I really went out there with more motivation or drive than usual... just a little more tenacity, maybe... And a little less rust. Lately, my performances have been... less than stellar, and I knew I needed to win tonight to avoid slipping even further down the ladder. Like I said, I wasn't more motivated as such, because my aim has always been to go out there and win, but I guess tonight I just realized that it was time to sink or swim. I couldn't afford another loss. Zoe nods her head as she listens to him, apparently understanding what he's saying - or at least pretending to. :Zoe Starr: So do you think this win is the start of you getting back to your best? You mentioned that there was a little rust... Have you managed to polish that up now? Mark grins at her little play on words and nods her head. :Mark Chapman: I hope so! When I first signed with Reborn, I hadn't competed in over a year, coming off of a pretty big injury that almost ended my life, so I was definitely rusty when it came to wrestling. I'd put in all the training my body could handle but this is a tough sport, and you don't really get back to your best until you've been in the ring and experienced competition again. Just training isn't enough to get back into match-readiness when you've spent so much time out of it. Zoe nods again and smiles slightly. :Zoe Starr: So... What's next? Do you have either of the championships in your sights? :Mark Chapman: Of course. Either or both of them. Everybody wants to be a champion, whether they admit it or not, whether it's their main goal or not, nobody is gonna turn their nose up at a championship opportunity. It's not really a priority for me right now... I just wanna compete and kick ass, but if there's a chance for a championship shot in the near future, then I'll take it and grab it with both hands. :Zoe Starr: Good to hear. Thank you for your time. :Mark Chapman: No problem. Looking pleased with herself after conducting her first interview, Zoe smiles as she turns to face the camera directly as it fades out. :Mick Crellin: Positive words there from Mark Chapman! His win over Hugh G. Rection in the opening match tonight was convincing to say the least. Time will tell if it's a sign of things to come for The Renegade! :Stevie Howard: Of course it is! He's back! And, on a completely related note, I just booked my spot at Critical Acclaim's Christmas show-slash-party. Fuck yeah! "Adrenalize" by In This Moment begins playing, arena lighting changing to a slight blue with it just before Erin Daniels pushing aside the curtain at the entrance to come out, the Reborn Championship title belt draped over her shoulder. 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. She hands the title belt over to the referee who gives it over to the Carly Mitchell at ringside "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 match got off with a quick start as Erin ducked under a punch from Gideon as he moves forward, turning around to catch a standing sidekick to the chin from Erin. She did her best to keep her distance from Gideon for the most part of the match, landing a series of kick and punches at his side to keep him off balance. Growing more confident in how she was dealing with a man that was obviously much stronger than her, having an opportunity with him backed into the center of the ring, Erin slid between the ropes to stand out on the apron. Jumping up onto the top rope, using her arms to springboard her up, Erin came back at Gideon legs first to wrap them around his head. The hurricanrana she was obviously going for backfired as Gideon slammed her down to the mat in a powerbomb. He immediately went for the pinfall but Erin kicked out at two. The both got up quickly, looking like Erin was about to run back to the ropes but Gideon grabbed a hold of her ponytail, yanking her back by her hair to fall flat on her back. She kick her legs at Gideon but stopped as he landed a sharp punch to the temple. Erin rolled over onto all fours, touching gently at the spot where he had hit her, blood being drawn over her left eye. Gideon stood over her back, pulling her back by her hair again before landing a series of cross face strikes from behind. Starting to get a dazed look, Erin quickly jerked her head back into Gideon's stomach and could even be seen as a low blow but was not called or seen by the referee. Erin moved quickly to slide between his legs, tripping Gideon as she knelt behind him. She was on top of him immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck her a choke hold. :Mick Crellin: She got "Lights Out," on Gideon! Will he tap? Stevie Howard: Man, that has to be the only situation I wouldn't love to have Erin on my back. Having Gideon in the middle of the ring, Erin rolled onto her side and even onto her back some, wrapping her legs around his, keeping him from making any moves towards the ropes to break the hold. Gideon tried to reach the ring ropes but they were way too far away, but he showed no sign of tapping out and Erin was not about to let go of the hold. The movement of his arms and legs slowed to nothing, refusing to give up. It took the referee to lift his arm, counting to three before he finally called the match after it was clear Gideon was out cold. :Mick Crellin: He wouldn't tap! Erin had to keep it on to choke him out before he'd give it up! :Carly Mitchell: Here is your winner, Erin Daniels. :Stevie Howard: She's won again, and so far, RW's only undefeated competitor. The referee hands Erin the title belt after she rolls out of the ring. She touches at the cut above her eye gingerly as she headed towards the back. |
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