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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:27:42 GMT
XXXVI: “FWA for the PCRF.”
Live from the Palestine Stadium in Gaza City, Palestine.
Thursday 30th November, 2023.
FIRST MATCH || 1/20.
Brooklyn Steiner vs. Gerald Grayson.
Singles Match.
Match writer: SS.
Both Brooklyn Steiner and Gerald Grayson are currently deep in their preparations for Winter Wasteland matches, though one of the two men will be looking forward to that show decidedly more than the other. Steiner has an opportunity at FWA gold, in the form of Kleio De Santos’ Television Championship, which he will compete for in a triple threat match also involving Jack the Clipper. Gerald Grayson, meanwhile, has been the victim of repeated assaults by Death Walker over the past few weeks, with Walker laying down the challenge for a singles match in Istanbul – a challenge not yet officially accepted by the Daredevil. First, though, Steiner and Grayson will compete in this singles match, pitching returning star against relative newcomer.
SECOND MATCH || 1/20.
Tr1ck or Tr4sh (Halloween Knight, Trash Mammal, and Juan Tothrefor) vs. the Bad Boys Band (In-Sync, the Backstreet Boy, and Mike Stand).
Singles Match.
Match writer: Man.
Last week on Meltdown XXXV, we saw the trios debut of Tr1ck or Tr4sh as they overcame the challenge of XYZ, Vengador, and Trevor Walker in what many perceived as an upset. During the Buddy Bowl on Fallout 035, the threesome were seen conversing with In-Sync of the Bad Boys Band, leading to this match-up being signed for Meltdown XXXVI. The team of Halloween Knight, Trash Mammal, and Juan Tothrefor will doubtlessly have one eye on a future FWA Trios Championships shot, and the quickest way to secure one of those is to continue in their winning ways.
THIRD MATCH || 1/20.
Kleio De Santos vs. Gabrielle.
Singles Match.
Match writer: Jimmy.
Since returning to the FWA last month, Gabrielle has been embroiled in a fierce psychological war with Elizabeth Rose, Keres, and Princess Nova of Eternal, which spilled over during the Buddy Bowl in Cairo last week. It was the Eternal trio that cost Gabrielle - alongside her tag team partner Bell Connelly - a chance to progress into the final of that tournament, but before she gets her hands on any of those women she will have them full with Kleio De Santos of the Coven. KDS has her own ongoing battle to contend with, as both Brooklyn Steiner and Jack the Clipper will challenge for her FWA Television Championship at Winter Wasteland in Istanbul. Kleio will look to keep her momentum against a Hall of Famer this week on Meltdown.
FOURTH MATCH || MAIN EVENT || 1/20.
Jay Kenny vs. Xavien Marshall.
Falls Count Anywhere Match for the Gunfight One Ring and a shot at the FWA X Championship.
Match writer: Dubb.
Back at Lights Out in Kinshasa, Xavien Marshall and Jay Kenny outlasted eleven other men to be the final two in the Gunfight Battle Royale, earning themselves a shot at the FWA X Championship as well as a date at Winter Wasteland against one another. That match, for both the Gunfight One Ring and a future shot at the FWA X Championship (currently held by Tommy Bedlam), has been moved forward to Meltdown XXXV’s main event, given the fact that this makeshift team banded together to overthrow the Dark Roads Alliance two weeks ago in Timbuktu. There is no rest for the wicked, with Kenny and Marshall scheduled to defend their titles against the last two sets of former champions - Dark Roads Alliance and FTN - in Istanbul at Winter Wasteland, and so their Falls Count Anywhere showdown will now take place in Gaza City. It will be interesting to see what this doubtlessly barbaric match will do to team unity ahead of their very first championship defence.
036: “GULAG ORKESTAR.”
Live from Camille Chamoun Sports City Stadium in Beirut, Lebanon.
Saturday 2nd December, 2023.
FIRST MATCH || 1/20.
Jeffry Mason vs. Trixie Bordeaux.
Deathmatch.
Match writer: Tommy.
In an online exclusive backstage encounter after the first round of the Buddy Bowl, Trixie Boudreaux was seen walking through the corridor, when she came across an old rival in Jeffry Mason, just standing around having a cigarette. Already fuming over her loss and now seeing a reminder of another loss from her past, Trixie's mood only got worse. The breaking point though was when she noticed the Savior of Death's markered message on his white t-shirt: "Die Hard is NOT a Christmas Movie". This sent her over the edge, and she challenged the deathmatch icon to a deathmatch, which Mason happily accepted, and immediately upped the ante by specifying it to be a Winter Plunderland Deathmatch. Has Trixie lost her mind? What is a Winter Plunderland match? Why are we starting this Die Hard debate in November? Tune in to Fallout to find out!
SECOND MATCH || 1/20.
XYZ vs. Anzu Kurosawa.
Singles Match.
Match writer: SS.
XYZ has been trying to win some new friends as of late, perhaps in an attempt to expand the membership of his Menage. His overtures towards Trevor Walker have been less than successful, but his attempts at winning over Vengador did initially show some progress. These efforts stalled two weeks ago on Meltdown XXXV, with their loss to Tr1ck or Tr4sh instigating a tense moment between the two. Vengador is expected to be present at Beirut’s event, so watch out for him during this contest, as X goes one-on-one with Anzu Kurosawa.
THIRD MATCH || 1/20.
Death Walker vs. Madison Gray.
Singles Match.
Match writer: Jimmy.
Madison Gray impressed during last week’s Buddy Bowl, teaming with weaselperson as the pair finished in fourth place in the scramble final. Madison will hope to keep this momentum up, but standing in her way is the dominant Death Walker. Last week, Walker overcame Blake Taylor on Meltdown XXXV before making his presence felt during the Buddy Bowl, where he once again laid waste to ‘the Daredevil’ Gerald Grayson. Grayson has been Death’s latest obsession, leading to a challenge from Walker for a match at Winter Wasteland. Gerald is yet to respond, so expect him to be nearby as Death Walker and Madison go one-on-one in Beirut.
FOURTH MATCH || 1/20.
Sawyer Xavier vs. Jack the Clipper.
Singles Match.
Match writer: Dubb or Tommy.
Sawyer Xavier has recently been involved in some interactions with ‘the Wildcard’ Jason Randall, with the young wrestler irked by a perceived lack of faith shown in him by FWA management. Xavier went so far as to challenge Randall to a match last week on Meltdown, which was promptly accepted by the veteran. Although Randall is not booked for this event, he is expected to be in Beirut and will doubtlessly be keeping a close eye on this one. Xavier’s opponent will be Jack the Clipper, who earned a shot at Kleio De Santos’ FWA Television Championship three weeks ago. This championship opportunity will take place at Winter Wasteland, where Clipper will be joined by De Santos and Brooklyn Steiner in a triple threat match. Jack the Clipper will hope for a win here to keep his momentum strong going into Istanbul’s supershow.
FIFTH MATCH || 1/20.
Konchu Hao vs. Chris Peacock.
Singles Match.
Match writer: Man.
Chris Peacock was notably absent from the XXXIV/034 cycle, and it seemed like this was also the case for XXXV/035. It was revealed, however, that ‘Drew’ Peacock’s entrance into the Buddy Bowl was simply a ruse for Chris to get his hands on Randy Ramon, with Peacock attacking Ramon at the very start of that tournament’s final before leaving the arena. Now, Peacock is scheduled to go one-on-one with a man he knows very well in Konchu Hao, who - along with his partner Cyrus Truth - relieved Peacock and Alyster Black of their FWA World Tag Team Championships back at Lights Out. Although neither the Dark Roads Alliance nor FTN now possess those championships, both teams will challenge Jay Kenny and Xavien Marshall for the belts at Winter Wasteland, with this match providing a sneak preview of that tag team triple threat matches.
SIXTH MATCH || 1/30.
Deathswitch (Tommy Bedlam and Chris Crowe) vs. The Buddy System (Jeremy Best and Big Bryan Bastard) vs. Eternal (Keres and Princess Nova).
Tag Team Triple Threat Match.
Match writer: Tommy or Dubb.
Speaking of tag team triple threat matches, Fallout’s main event pitches six of the company’s top stars against each other in what will be a chaotic encounter. Several of the FWA’s ongoing feuds will take center stage here: Tommy Bedlam and Keres have been butting heads a lot as of late, and - of course - Chris Crowe will challenge for the FWA North American Championship (a belt he never lost) against Big Bryan Bastard in Istanbul at Winter Wasteland. Jeremy Best, meanwhile, announced during the Buddy Bowl that he would be challenging for the FWA World Championship at that same event, hoping to bring more gold into the Buddy System stable. One would expect current champion Alyster Black to be close at hand during this main event, which will also have implications at the top of the FWA’s thriving tag team division. Three of its top tandems will vie for supremacy here in the final match before Winter Wasteland.
Promo deadlines:
Sunday 26th November, 23:59PM Pacific Time.
Monday 27th November, 03:00AM Eastern.
Monday 27th November, 08:00AM UK.
Monday 27th November, 18:00PM Melbourne.
There will be no extensions! None! Ha!
GLHF. |
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:29:17 GMT
Originally posted by Cake. STEPPING BETWEEN WORLDS 
[MEDIA=youtube]8nW-IPrzM1g[/MEDIA]Act One: A Spoonful Of Sugar, Helps Madison had chosen to bite her tongue after Horatia went over her head and signed her up for the Buddy Bowl. Initially, they had agreed that all wrestling decisions would be made by Madison. However, she had come to realise that unexpected arrangements sometimes produced results that no one could have foreseen. Grateful for unexpected outcomes, Madison had been lacking real friends since signing with the company. After sitting atop a pyramid, she had gained a newfound appreciation for various aspects of life.
In preparation for her upcoming match, Madison felt that reaching out to 'The Void' could prove beneficial for her mindset. Facing what, on paper, seemed to be a challenging match, she was genuinely scared of stepping into the ring alone against arguably one of the scariest members of the roster. That's why she decided to pick up the phone and call Drusthalva. If anyone in the society knew the answer to her question, it would be her. Madison had deduced that Drusthalva was a 'Fixer' or 'Problem Solver' for "The Void." She suspected that Drusthalva was more involved in the dealings of the Ordo Hammer Fracti than individuals like Horatia, based solely on her public interactions.
The dial tone echoed in Madison's ear as she patiently held her phone, hoping to hear a familiar voice at the other end of the line.
* * * * *Drusthalva: Hello, this is Drusthalva Morghan, the executive vice president of ‘The Void’. May I ask who I am speaking to?
Madison: Oh, Drusthalva, are you always so formal when you answer the phone?
Drusthalva: Lady Gray? I must admit I was not expecting you to be calling me anytime soon. How may I be of service to you?
Madison: I have a situation waiting for me on the horizon, and I feel I could benefit from someone with a high level of expertise that can give me insight and adjusted skills to increase my chances of success.
Drusthalva: And what is the exact problem you are dealing with? Would it require a more secure line, or are we free to continue?
Madison: Everything we will be discussing is aboveboard, although I will admit I am not a hundred percent on the ethics of the situation depending on the answer you provide, if any.
Drusthalva: Well, I will do everything in my power to find a solution for you. If it's not someone in my direct network, then I will do my best to reach out and find someone capable of doing the job. So what is the situation you are dealing with, and what solution, if any, do you think will remedy it?
Madison: My next opponent is...
Drusthalva: Are we talking about wrestling? Because if so, you know you are the person people are meant to reach out to.
Madison: It is a little more complicated than some scouting advice. It is about something much darker and more sinister, and I feel at present I am lacking the necessary skills to combat it.
Drusthalva: Go on. What exactly are you talking about?
Madison: My next opponent is more than just a normal man. He is more than that. I believe he is some sort of death dealer, a master of the dark arts, some sort of…
Drusthalva: Necromancer? Lady Gray, this is more troublesome than I thought. We shouldn’t talk about this anymore, if members of the spirit world are listening in. I am going to email you an address, and I suggest you get on the first flight to that location. Broad Tree will be able to provide you with all the answers you need to battle this heresy. Good luck, Lady Gray. I am fairly certain you are going to need it.* * * * *
The line went dead before Madison had time to say goodbye herself. One thing was certain about Drusthalva. As soon as she had brought up the subject of the dark arts she had sounded anxious and worrisome. Perhaps this wasn’t the first time that the Ordo Hammer Fracti had been forced to deal with a situation of this nature. Although there was truly nothing natural about those who dealt in the currency of dead souls.
Madison turned to her laptop which she had placed on her bed and flipped it open and went straight to her secure email account. Making sure to go to Spam, knowing that the message would have been diverted there as was protocol of all covert communiques between members of ‘The Void’. She smiled to herself upon realisation of where she would be travelling to. Big Sky Country. Montana. A land still untouched and not paved over by concrete and urban chaos. A location that Madison was very much looking forward to visiting, especially if it was capable of offering her a solution to her growing sinister problem. A problem she had no intention of walking towards anytime soon.
The line went dead before Madison had time to say goodbye herself. One thing was certain about Drusthalva. As soon as she had brought up the subject of the dark arts, she had sounded anxious and worrisome. Perhaps this wasn’t the first time that the Ordo Hammer Fracti had been forced to deal with a situation of this nature. Although there was truly nothing natural about those who dealt in the currency of dead souls.
Madison turned to her laptop, which she had placed on her bed, and flipped it open. She went straight to her secure email account, making sure to check the Spam folder. She knew that the message would have been diverted there, as was the protocol for all covert communiques between members of ‘The Void’. She smiled to herself upon the realisation of where she would be travelling to: Big Sky Country, Montana. A land still untouched and not paved over by concrete and urban chaos. A location that Madison was very much looking forward to visiting, especially if it was capable of offering her a solution to her growing sinister problem. A problem she had no intention of walking towards anytime soon.
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Broad Tree was certainly not what Madison had been expecting. She was fairly ignorant when it came to fully understanding the history and practices of the Indigenous people of the Americas, but during her time at ‘The Palace,’ she had learned about the blended culture that the Order and some of the tribes had in the early days, to the point where they had almost become one and the same thing. It was her understanding that Broad Tree took on the role of ‘medicine man’ for the Ordo Hammer Fracti who were working within Big Sky Country. This was the man that Drusthalva believed would be able to offer Madison a spiritual solution to her problems with the death dealer.
Broad Tree had made a point that it was important that he get to know Madison a little bit better before being able to offer her remedies that she would be able to use to aid her in fighting the evil spirits that were no doubt plaguing her next opponent’s soul. Madison would be open about her past and her home life and how she had gotten involved in learning martial arts at the Dojo before jumping forward and plying her trade as a professional wrestler.
When Broad Tree had shared his own history, Madison had been totally caught off guard and had been expecting something very different. Broad Tree had spent a large part of his early adulthood as a member of the United States Air Force and travelled the world and been involved in various combat tours, before returning home and pursuing more traditional routes of his parents. However, a disagreement had resulted in him travelling the country before settling in Montana and being recruited by the Ordo Hammer Fracti where he had apprenticed as a medicine man before taking on the position after the death of the former spiritual leader Wolf UnderWater. Meeting someone who hadn’t been born into the society but rather had been recruited actually offered inspiration for Madison that she could achieve big things if she made the right decisions as a member of the order.
The two of them were sharing herbal teas and were sitting opposite each other on a beautiful Moroccan-style rug as they had finally come round to discussing the issue at hand.
Broad Tree: So, Madison, it seems you are going to be coming face to face with a Necromancer. Is this the first time you have had to deal with something like this before?
Since leaving the United Kingdom, it seemed like nearly every day she had been faced with another first time and really hoped that sooner rather than later she could take things down a gear and enjoy a more slow and normal way of living. Simple living more often than not came with its benefits, that was more often than not heavily underrated.
Madison Gray: I once played a game of Dungeons & Dragons, but that is about it?
Broad Tree offered a large smile before taking a sip of tea before lighting some incense that was giving off a subtle lavender scent.
Broad Tree: What edition? I have rolled the dice a couple of times with some of the younger members of our society, and although I didn’t fully understand the concept of the game, it seemed a very social event filled with smiles and laughter which is a key part of one’s spiritual wellness.
Madison Gray: I must admit I didn’t really understand what was going on. There were a lot of rules and a lot of reading, and I really felt out of my comfort zone. It wasn’t really my vibe. Ever since I discovered Karate and Taekwondo, the world really just made more sense to me. It wasn’t so much about violence, but rather controlled anger. If that makes sense?
Broad Tree stood up and slowly rolled up his knitted sweater revealing a large scar on the left side of his abdomen and some quite significant burn marks that looked like they must have hurt like hell when they were given.
Broad Tree: These hurt, and they were a product of violence. Would I suggest that fighting is the best course of action? Not always, but there is a big difference between war and sport. You have the ability if you travel down the right path to be a role model not just for the next generation, but also the current one. I have a lot of respect for what you are trying to achieve, and if the Order is ever going to become the strong supportive and protective hand it once was, we need more people like you involved in our society. Without you, we will become lost and just become a collection of historians and librarians obsessed with history without a real means of being able to move forward.
Broad Tree pulled down his top covering up his scars, and just looking at them made Madison wince. They looked like they could have easily led to Tree’s death, and at no point in her life had she suffered such tremendous physical pain, and she prayed that she never did. Broad Tree seemed to pick up on her empathic horror but didn’t follow it up and instead returned to the matter at hand.
Broad Tree: So take me through the situation with as much information as you can. What makes you think that your next opponent has somehow infused his soul with the dark arts? Even to have this feeling, there must be something about their inner character that elicited a feeling of fear from you. What is it about their energy that scares you?
The better question would have been, what didn’t scare her? Honestly, just thinking about him made Madison feel queasy, and her legs felt weak just thinking about it. This was very much in many ways one of the last places in the world she wanted to be. Standing opposite Death Walker in a sanctioned wrestling match. It was truly bone-chilling.
Madison Gray: I am not sure where to even start. He is so tall and so large. He is billed from the Depths of Hell and wears a mask that looks like it could be made from the skull of some kind of strange demonic creature. For the best of me, I can’t rationalise how such a person could ever be of this world, and I fear he will influence me in some sadistic way and drag me down through the nine layers of hell for unrelenting punishment. I don’t know if I have what is needed to step into that ring and believe I am capable of getting the job done.
Madison could feel her voice trembling as she was explaining the situation. Broad Tree reached over to a second kettle and poured the contents into another cup and handed it to Madison.
Broad Tree: This is a substance that is similar to ayahuasca. I recommend you drink as much as you can and then lie backward. It will allow you to open up your third eye and have a vision quest that may be able to offer you the answers that you seek.
Madison took a sip although she had no idea what ayahuasca was, so really had no idea what she was putting into her body. Like a rush of a wave, she felt a pins and needles sensation rush over her body, like a crashing wave hitting the shore totally submerging her as she started to fall backward. Her vision started to twist and turn around her, to the point where the colours didn’t make sense, almost as if she was looking into a kaleidoscope. She felt like she was falling, but already on the ground. And then there was darkness.
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Act Two: DarkVision QuestMadison was confused. Her head was throbbing, and it felt like she had been beaten over the head repeatedly with a hammer until her eyeballs had been ejected from her head like a motel guest who hadn’t paid their bill for over a week. There was a cold metallic feeling against the skin on her wrists and neck, like dunking your head into a trough of freezing cold water. As she opened her eyes, she looked down in horror to find that she was restrained in steel, and it honestly felt like a cruel joke. The air was stale and damp, and she looked at her surroundings. At first, she thought she was in a basement, but after further inspection, it was more likely to be a subterranean cave of some sort. As she looked around, she realised she was on the wrong side of a prison cell, and she very much wasn’t the only person being held against their will. One of the voices, belonging to a virtually disembodied person, finally broke the skin-crawling silence. And upon realisation, some of the faces she was looking at didn’t look all that human.
Buppido: You sleep a very long time for a human, don’t you? Buppido needs a few hours' sleep, but I suppose when you are more used to a tougher way of life, you are more capable than summer babies who are used to sleeping underneath the sun.
Madison didn’t know what to think, let alone say. The man, if he was even a man, had dehydrated blue-grey skin and dishevelled grey hair. The most striking feature though was his eyes, which were pale and seemed to lack irises and pupils, making him look truly haunting.
Buppido: So will you be staying with us long, or do you intend for this to only be a short stay?
Madison was still really confused by the whole situation, and as much as she pinched herself, this nightmare was not ending.
Madison: I really don’t mean to be rude, but where exactly are we? And is the mask you are wearing decorative, or is it something you are forced to wear against your will?
The strange individual snickered, and it was somewhere between a laugh and a cough, leaving Madison feeling slightly uneasy.
Buppido: You are the newest resident of the Prison Cells of Velkynvelve, and I am sure that it won’t be long until you meet our host, the ever-gracious Lord Darius.
Another voice spoke up; this one had something that resembled a French accent with a twist of something else, and it belonged to another individual that also did not look like it was of this world, resembling a fish person of sorts.
Shuushar: Although the words that Buppido says are true, very little that leaves his mouth will be served with honesty. I advise that you hold your tongue and try not to speak out of turn; otherwise, our captors will not offer you any second chances. All you will hear is the crack of a whip and the singe of pain against your skin, which looks softer than most and very susceptible to bruising.
Whip? Madison felt herself shiver inside out; it was not the sensation she liked to endure very often. The anguish in her voice could be felt by everyone else present in the cell.
Madison: I am still so confused. I don’t understand how I got here or how any of this is real. The last thing I remember... I remember... actually, I don’t remember the last place I was. I actually don’t remember a lot of things at the moment.
Shuushar made a sound that could only be compared to that of a bubble machine before replying.
Shuushar: Memory loss isn’t uncommon when captures occur, especially for those that come from above ground. When you have your audience with ‘The Soul Collector,’ it is important to make a good first impression. You need to show them you aren’t afraid of hard labour; otherwise, when they come and collect you and take you to Menzoberranzan, it will be as a sacrificial offering and nothing more. The Underdark is unforgiving, and with very little hope of escape, you can only hope that whoever you bend the knee to can offer you a scrap of decency.
At that point, Madison had stopped listening, and everything around her felt like a blur. As if she had been spinning on a roundabout in a playground for too long and she was about to be sick. She felt nauseous and bent over and proceeded to puke her guts out. The next thing she knew, she heard the clanging of the gate being thrust open and something hitting her over the back of the head, and then everything went black.
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Madison woke to the chain around her neck being pulled hard from behind her, and it felt like all of the air was being choked out of her lungs. With the chain taut, she came face to face with a woman with a horrific scar running through her right eye. Although this individual looked far from friendly, there was twisted comfort in the fact that this person seemed more human. She wasn’t sure what this meant anymore; she just had this burning sensation within her head, and nothing had been good about that feeling since she had woken up within the confines of the prison cell. She was caught off guard as the woman struck her hard across the face with an open-palm slap that stung like a hornet, and Madison could feel her skin reddening already.
Asha: When you make eye contact with your superior, you bow your head and offer your better a polite greeting.
The woman made a clicking sound with her mouth, and in an instant, Madison heard and felt the cracking of her whip cutting into her back like a razor blade.
Asha: That was given as part of your education on what it means to be unworthy of being in the Lord’s presence. Unfortunately, it is part of my penance to trudge through the crap and straighten out the flowers that need to be crushed and turned into thorns, which are more presentable and appropriate if they are given the honour of being sent to the capital. Now, look up and let me see what I am working with.
Madison looked up and stared into the woman’s eyes, but she felt the crack of the whip burn into her back once more and flinched as the woman grabbed her roughly around the neck and pulled her toward her.
Asha: When I mentioned a polite greeting, I was serious! Does this one not have a tongue?
Madison was flustered and in terrible pain. She wanted to stand up and scream, but there was nowhere for her to run and no means by which to do so.
Madison: I apologise, Lady. I am unaware of your customs.
The woman offered a sadistic smile as she made a hand movement, and the tension on the chain around Madison’s neck loosened.
Asha: You will need to work on a few things, so I suppose it is important you address me by an official title. Priestess Asha Vandree. I am also the official envoy for Lord Darius and work as his stationed Drow representative, which allows for his status within Menzoberranzan to be officially recognized. If you earn my favour and, in turn, earn the favour of Lord Darius, then you will be put forward as the credited property of House Vandree, and you have a chance of seeing the year out. Otherwise, you will be torn limb from limb and thrown to the spiders as chum. Now, when you were purchased from ‘The Devoid Circus,’ you were listed as a sword dancer, and although these skills are unlikely to be sought after anytime soon, I am sure a good work ethic will help you move forward.
The Devoid Circus? Something about this was familiar, but Madison couldn’t quite put her finger on what that meant. Her brain felt like scrambled eggs, and nothing was really making much sense, but there was an element of fear that was acting like a rein, and she most certainly didn’t want to suffer another crack of the whip. Holding her tongue seemed to be the correct option, though, as Asha seemed to offer a smile, although it was hard to deduce whether it was sincere or rather one out of pity. If this woman was even capable of pity.
Asha: Now, in a few moments time, I am going to open the door behind me, and you are going to walk through those doors and have your first and only audience with the Lord Darius. Known to his enemies as ‘The Soul Collector’ and to his friends as ‘Death Walker.’ So drag yourself up and march through those doors, otherwise one of my men is going to tear open your back until your blood is soaking the floor.
Madison found the energy from her reserves and pushed herself back up to her feet and walked towards the door. As she looked at the figure before her, she realised they were sitting on thrones made of bones, and the temperature in the room was so cold, it was as if her own soul was floating on her cool breath and escaping her body. As she looked up and saw the horrific figure staring back at her, it felt as if the world was frozen still.
There was a distant voice lingering in the back of her mind, and suddenly, all she could smell was a pungent scent of lavender, and then…| + + + + + + + |
Act Three: Reflection
Madison’s time with Broad Tree had left her with more questions than answers, and although the details of her vision quest were still blurry and confusing, and what she had remembered didn’t make much sense, Tree had given her the recipe for the tea. He suggested that it would be to her advantage to have a few more blends, and that further quests might aid her in strengthening herself on a spiritual level. Her anxiety surrounding facing Death Walker had greatly lessened. One thing she had learned from her visit to Big Sky Country was that there was always a bigger and badder fish. If she looked at Death Walker as just another opponent and not the sinister being she had envisioned, and legends were being created for, she might just be able to dig deep and bring out her inner lioness.
Even though she was still fresh out of the blocks and had only managed to pick up the second win of her career, an overall record of 2-10 didn’t exactly generate fear in her enemies. She had every expectation that Death Walker perceived her as an easy opponent. And in many ways, perhaps she was an easy opponent. Being someone that others were wary of facing was earned, and she knew she had to earn this right with battle acclaim and glory. She needed wins, and she needed them now. It was vital that she changed her status and moved herself from irrelevant to a hot prospect. She needed to finish the year strong, and maybe if she played her cards right, she might earn coveted gold in 2024. The real status she wanted to change was to drop the mantle that came with being seen as a Young Lion and very much become her own woman. She wanted to be someone that management pencilled into their plans early on and no longer be an afterthought used as someone to tune up the bigger names signed to the promotion.
The person waiting after Death Walker was the one really hanging over Madison’s mind. Blake Taylor was determined to be a thorn in her side, and his involvement in her friendship with Laramie had created a situation she really wished she could have avoided. However, she felt that the cards from the deck had already been dealt, and the way the planets were lining up, she was going to have to introduce him to the Disappointed Master. But before that could happen, she was going to have to step into the obsidian abyss and prevent her soul from being devoured by the Dark Traveler. |
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:31:28 GMT
Originally posted by AON.
Jack The Clipper: "I was only twenty-two years old when my entire life changed forever,"
The camera opens up in an old run-down barber shop that looks like it's seen a lot of better days; we see Jack The Clipper dressed in his "work" clothes; after all, his day job is well known to all, so it shouldn't be a surprise that the man with the scraggy beard was clad in a full-length apron with a towel hung haphazardly across his shoulders. He stood there staring at an empty barber chair, torn and worn at the seams and looked like it hadn't been washed since the mid-90s. The barber shop itself was all-white and spacious. Under his father's charge, it had been black and imposing, built to intimidate. It was important for Jack to command respect, especially at such a young age when he assumed command, but he demanded it in a different way from the start. He immediately began to rebuild the shitty little barber shop's aesthetic in his image, and his detractors began to earn a reputation for suddenly becoming silent... or vanishing altogether.
Jack The Clipper: "All I had in the world was my dad. And when he passed away, I had nothing, no money, nothing of value, not even a fucking kind word, the only thing I got- I inherited this barber shop... I inherited this shitty little shop, crumbling down for the last thirty years, but my dad had one request and one request only in his will for me "Keep the shop going" So I did. Fuck school. I left it. College plans? Off the table? Rugby career? What rugby career? Everything I did was to maintain this store, just like Dad wanted. So there I was, in this world, with no money, just this shop, and when I was thrust into this world, I was given a choice: adapt or die. When you're in the gutter, the only way to get out is to fight. So I spent the next year of my life getting seven shades of shit out of me to get into wrestling. There were many who resisted me and thought that I was unfit for the life of pro wrestling. They called me a child, they called me an idiot, they said, "What, that guy? He runs a shitty barber shop. He's nothing but a Clipper. Do you know what that's like, no matter what you do, the chants of "Clipperrrrrrrrrrrr. Clippppppeeeeeeer." following you around everywhere you went.
A smirk forms on Jack The Clipper's face, bitter and without any kind of joy.
Jack The Clipper:"That's how it was for me to get, just a TOE in the goddamn door in this business. To get a fraction of what I wanted...So when I see wankers like Sawyer Xavier get the world handed to him on a silver platter...Do you wonder why I'm bitter? Do you wonder why I have a chip on my shoulders when I see young punks who can't hold my barber apron? Where was my five-year contract-!? Cyrus Truth never vouched for me to join him in the jailhouse blues? No one ever called Jack The Clipper a "Human highlight reel", whatever the fuck that is! Where are the wrestling purists calling me the future? HUH?! WHAT HAPPENED TO JACK'S BRIGHT SHINY FUTURE-! WHY IS IT THE WRESTLING WORLD CALLS SAWYER XAVIERS BRIGHT, AND THEY KEPT OL' JACKIE IN THIS BLOODY BARBER SHOP. NO FUTURE. NO HOPE. NOTHING-! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU BASTARDS TO DECIDE SAWYER XAVIER WAS BETTER THAN ME?!"
With a sudden intensity, Jack grabs the towel from his shoulders and chucks it across the room in a Gail of anger; as he THUMPS the barber countertop, a lot of pent-up anger flows out of him in waves. He takes a few deep breaths before continuing.
Jack The Clipper: "But here's the thing. I have never known a life where I did not get what I wanted. I guess I am fortunate in that way. Though this shitty barber shop takes up the majority of my time, I make an effort to do the things I love. I began training in combat sports 14 years ago. I wanted to prove I was more than a barber from the shitty side of London. I have proven more than once now that I am willing to do whatever it takes to win. I am not here to shake hands, show respect, and have fun... those are children's games. I am not only here to make up for the weaknesses of people like Sawyer Xavier and Brooklyn Steiner ... I am here to correct them! I am here to win. Look at all these bright sparks everyone is giving flowers to and CUT them down to size, CLIP their weeks and SHAVE them down to size, for having the big hype machine behind them that I never had...and now? Sawyer Xavier?"
Jack abruptly grabs the chair in front of him and swings it around in one well-practised motion, and it swings perfectly to face the camera.
Jack The Clipper: "Your number is up, so come on by, take a seat, make yourself nice and comfortable as all that promise, all that potential gets clip...clipped....clipped away. It's what I do, and no one does it better.
With a snort, Jack idly pats down the seat as if to say that this chair has Sawyer Xavier's name on it and that it's waiting just for him.
Jack The Clipper: "See, I know how this is meant to work; this is how pro wrestling moves along its merry way; you're the up-and-coming exciting talent, and I'm the grizzled vet, so by wrestling logic, the owness is on me, I'm responsible for leading you in this merry dance of ours, Make you look good, and it doesn't really matter if you win, or I win, the focus is on you. That's what we're here for; that's where all the attention is going to be, right on Sawyer Xavier. So my role in all this is to teach you a thing or two, make you a better wrestler than you were stepping into the ring, push you to your physical limitations, make you have to go deeper than you ever had to go, Bring out the best version of Sawyer Xavier, and when the match ends. I'll pick you up, dust you off, give you your flowers and make sure your reputation is as high as it could possibly be...
Jack The Clipper seems to consider this for a moment, just a brief second, where he seems to meditate on this concept for a second
Jack The Clipper: "Fuck that shit-!"
And Jack spits bitterly on the ground.
Jack The Clipper: "I ain't here to give anyone flowers ya wanker. You're going to give me MY fucking flowers Sawyer Xavier! And if you don't, I'm going to MAKE you give me my flowers, and then I'm going to take those flowers and shove them up your ass, you skinny little wanker. People say this is your time to prove yourself. That this is your moment. I NEVER GOT A MOMENT. IT WAS STOLEN FROM ME. SO I'M GOING TO STEAL YOURS AND MAKE IT MINE. I'm not going to dust you off and make you better; I'm going to slap the taste out of your mouth and break your fucking nose. Just like what happened to me when I was your age. Don't get it twisted; I don't want to break you physically. To be honest, that's too easy; I'm not coming for your body; I'm coming for your spirit. I'm coming for your heart. I want to ruin you not just as a wrestler but as a man. I'm going to make you realize you made a grave mistake following your dreams and I'm going to beat you so bad, you'll never get back in the ring ever ever again, without suffering from a panic attack. You won't be able to emotionally recover from your appointment with the clipper? And why? Why do I want to ruin you? Why do I want to destroy the career of someone I've never met before?
" Because fuck you, that's why."
Jack scowls at the camera as if insulted that they'd dare question if he had a deeper reason.
Jack The Clipper: "Fuck Sawyer Xavier. Fuck Brooklyn Steiner. Fuck KDS. And fuck everyone who doubts me. I've had to deal with so much shit in my life, and now I got to deal with little twerps like Sawyer Xavier thinking they can get over on me. Well Fuck that, and Fuck you. I've scraped and clawed too damn much and too long for someone like Sawyer Xavier to get one over me, and frankly? Come fallout; I won't be able to sleep at night if this match ends any other way besides me delivering, taking a little off the top so hard he has to take his teeth in a doggy bag with him.
Evil intentions from the hairy man with the scissors, and that's clear for all to see as he turns away from the camera and starts rummaging around the countertop.
"Now jog on, me tea's going cold and I got work to do."
Cue awkward silence as Jack starts to mess around with various bottles of shampoo until he notices the camera is still there.
"I SAID FUCK OFF-!"
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:32:11 GMT
Originally posted by Cyrus.  “Reconciliation of One’s Failures! The Harsh Road to Redemption and Revelation!!!”“Konchu, that’s enough!”
“I’ll let you know when it’s damn well bloody enough, Truth!!!”We cut backstage in the locker room area of the Marrakech Stadium. Meltdown has come and gone, and the main event is now nothing more than an entry in the record books. It…wasn’t supposed to end up like this. This…wasn’t what was supposed to happen. The Dark Roads Alliance should’ve steamrolled Xavien Marshall and Jay Kenny, two random neophytes who are united more in their mutual hunger for a vastly different prize and their lack of cohesion than in their desire for cooperative glory. There is no reason why the DRA would still be sitting here, alone in the locker room without the FWA Tag Team Championship still in their grasp. But…they lost. But it’s not just the fact that they lost that has the Mad Wizard in an uncontrollable, unbalanced fury as he tosses trash bins, kicks in and dents locker doors, and rips off towel racks from the walls with reckless abandon as his partner, Cyrus Truth, is trying his best to keep his own frustration at bay long enough to calm Konchu down. Epsilon, for his part, remains motionless in the corner, desperately wanting to console his master and friend while knowing that, in this state, Konchu is in no mood to be consoled. “I said that was ENOUGH! Get a hold of yourself, Konchu. This isn’t helping.”Konchu, having grabbed a previously ripped-out towel bar with the insane intention to use it to smash a nearby porcelain sink, stops dead in his tracks as the bar slips from his grasp. Konchu turns to his tag team partner and slowly walks up to him, anger and indignation burning like bright red coals in his eyes. “...’Isn’t helping?’ ‘ISN’T HELPING?!’ Truth, we LOST! We lost the Tag Team Championships in our first match to a mush-mouthed limey nepotistic drug dealer and an unreformed street thug who thinks that dipping his toes in the world of shadows makes him anything more than a scared brat who refuses to grow up beyond his past. We were HUMILIATED in our first title defense, not just by those two cretins, but by Alyster Black and that sordid little paraplegic worm’s revisionist history and managerial manipulations!”
“I know.”
“DO YOU?! Then why in all Nine Hells are you not as angry as I am?”
“I am. If you think I don’t want to break those punks’ necks for what happened tonight, you damn well don’t know me at all. But you throwing a temper tantrum in an empty locker room isn’t going to fix this, and you know that.”
“I…I…”Konchu, never one to lack the right words to say in any given situation, now finds his vocabulary being stymied by his powerful, overwhelming emotions. But what surprises Cyrus when Konchu gets close enough isn’t the fact that Konchu’s angry. It’s not the Mad Wizard’s frustration that strikes The Exile like a hammer to an anvil. It’s the tears welling up in Konchu’s eyes behind the mask. “...I failed. Me. I am the one who cost us the Tag Team Championships, Truth. It is MY fault.”Epsilon, hearing this, starts to slowly make his way out from his hiding place in the corner of the locker room as Cyrus, having done his damnedest to keep his own resentment at the loss of his and Konchu’s title belts at bay, finds that anger evaporate as Konchu is overcome with sorrow and regret. “It was I who gave up the pin to that street rat after we defeated FTN decisively at Lights Out. And tonight? I was the one who gave up the pinfall that surrendered the FWA Tag Team Championship to a pair of unworthy, undisciplined children. Because I wasn’t strong enough, we lost what you and I worked so far for.”
“Konchu…I mean, yes, you were the one who got pinned, but that wasn’t your fault. You got low-blowed tonight and Xavien…”“Don’t. Don’t…don’t try and give me that, Truth. I am a man whose signature move is blinding my opponents with dust. If anyone in this company should anticipate treachery and deceit in a wrestling match, especially with the highest of stakes, it should be me. However those two did it is irrelevant. The fact is they did it, and they did it because I was neither clever enough nor quick enough to counter it.
“I have fought too damn hard to make my mark in FWA to allow myself to be the weak link in this team of ours, Truth. The very thought of it repulses me, and I cannot accept that.”“Konchu…”Cyrus tries to put a hand on Konchu’s shoulder, still bare and drenched in sweat from the contest earlier tonight. The Exile’s gesture is intended to be comforting, reassuring. But the Mad Wizard is in no mood for that as he violently slaps it away, a flash of anger in his eyes as he pulls away. The anger mixes with Konchu’s own sorrow and helplessness as he backs away from Cyrus and Epsilon. “No…I…not now. I…need time. Time alone. I have to process this. I have to…”Konchu doesn’t bother to finish his sentence. Perhaps the Mad Wizard can’t finish his own thought, not in his state of mind. Instead, he simply grabs his discarded robe and drapes it over his shoulders as he exits the locker room into the shadowy bowels of the stadium and beyond. Epsilon moves to follow, but is stopped when Cyrus puts a hand on his shoulder. Epsilon wants to fight out of it, to be there for his dearest friend at his absolute lowest point, but stops when The Exile says: “Let him be, buddy. I doubt there’s anything you or I can say that’s going to get him out of this funk tonight. He’s decided he needs to sort this out himself, and as much as neither of us like it? We do have to respect his wishes.”Epsilon stops fighting against Cyrus’s grip. His diminutive muscles relax as he sadly mutters: “Jubakara…”Cyrus, despite not being nearly as fluent in Epsilon’s garbled language as the homunculus’s master, knows enough that he gives Epsilon a comforting pat on the head as he sighs himself. The Exile shares Konchu’s frustration. Understands his guilt and where it stems from. But Cyrus can’t allow himself to follow Konchu down that dark path. Not yet, not when there was still a chance, ironically provided by Alyster’s arrogance and need for validation, that the Dark Roads Alliance could resolve this. Kneeling down so that he can look Epsilon face-to-face, Cyrus keeps his jaw tight and his focus razor-sharp as he continues. “Give him his space, but keep an eye on him for me. If he tries to go off the really deep end like he did with that oni’s blood business a while back, you know how to reach me, right?”“Ataka, Varzos.”
“Good. Konchu’s tougher than most, so I have faith that he’ll sort this out. Until he does, I need you to be my eyes and ears. I have to work through some of my own stuff after this mess, but I’ll reach out and keep you posted. All right, buddy…go, and look after your master.”Epsilon nods as he immediately scampers off, heading off into the same darkness that Konchu disappeared in. The Exile, now alone, lets out a deep sigh as he surveys the ransacked, ravaged locker room left in the wake of the Mad Wizard’s anguish and furor. Seeing his own reflection in a cracked mirror, Cyrus’s own ire slips as that same fire in Konchu’s eyes is reflected in The Exile’s. Cyrus punches the shattered reflection in a confession of his own frustration. But that’s all. That’s all he’s going to allow himself. He has to remain strong. Retain hope that redemption can be achieved… ******* It had been some time since Konchu had graced the Citadel of the Black Mass with his physical presence. As Primogen, Konchu was naturally kept abreast of anything and everything going on in the world of shadows where the Black Mass held sway. Occult practices, monsters from myths and legends, ancient and forbidden religious rites, and communions with spirits both celestial and demonic all fell under the purview of the Black Mass, and it was their task to make sure that such creatures and rituals were regulated. Not so much for whatever moral reasons, per say. But mostly for the purpose of ensuring some upjumped would-be sorcerer didn’t accidentally end the world trying to summon a succubus for a saucy Saturday night or exposed the world of shadows because he couldn’t keep his newly created pet werewolf from mauling some unsuspecting civilians. Despite the Black Mass’s importance in the world of shadows, and Konchu Hao being its guiding force after casting its previous primogen to a demiplane of nightmarish screams for daring to extend the Black Mass’s influence dangerously beyond its already prodigious grasp, the truth of the matter is that the Black Mass is one of the most stable and well-organized factions within the world of shadows. While Konchu was and wanted to continue to be kept informed of the various happenings that fell on his underlings’ ears, Konchu had made a concerted effort to ensure that his clergymen and women were all incredibly capable and self-sufficient. After all…Konchu had reasoned that a truly worthy overlord wouldn’t just keep minions around that were incapable. Empires need many hands to keep things running if they want to survive. As such, Konchu had been able to maintain his position as primogen while still having plenty of free time to pursue his other interests and master other mystical arts and arcane magic, as well as manage his burgeoning tabletop gaming publishing company and professional wrestling career. But Konchu can’t bring himself to think about professional wrestling at this point in time. Neither does he want to sequester himself alone. Knowing full well that his mind wasn’t best equipped to process all these darker emotions after the loss of the FWA Tag Team Championships, and rightly fearing that he’d end up coming to an awful conclusion and enact an even worse attempt at compensation for what the Mad Wizard continued to feel was an inadequacy, the only recourse Konchu felt he has is to bury himself in something else. So, here he finds himself, in a sanctum far away from the prying eyes of the world of dawn. Listening to reports from new acolytes on an uptick of demonic possessions within various right-wing political organizations to stoke fires of hatred and upheaval. Writing letters to various mystics across the world requesting that they provide more information on artifacts that they’ve uncovered to determine their magical potential. Signing off on requests from the Alchemist’s Guild and Techomages for a joint conference with the Black Mass to address growing concerns about the newly reorganized Necromancer’s Union. More and more busywork. Distractions. Diversions from the dark thoughts that still poke and prod at Konchu Hao, reminding him of his failures. Diversions from the derisions lobbied at him and his partner from braying jackasses and mewling children. “Primogen? Are…you all right?”As if awakening from a chemically-induced fugue state, Konchu snaps to attention as one of his deacons, standing at attention behind the Mad Wizard, apparently looks concerned as she interrupted her own reports on growing occult observations in the jungles of Africa to try and get Konchu’s attention. Konchu, lost in his own thoughts while using a massive crystal to look out beyond space and time, turns to face the deacon with a look of exhaustion on his face. “Hmm? Oh, yes, of course. Apologies, I have had…never mind, it is nothing. But yes, I concur. Send some of our spiritualists to oversee these rituals. Tell them they have standing orders to stop the rites if they end up being a summoning ritual for Popo Bawa or some other problematic shetani.”
“It will be done, Primogen.”
“And…about that other investigation I asked you and your acolytes to look into?”The deacon’s shoulders slump, her posture indicative that she’s not thrilled about delivering what is certainly not what her primogen wants to hear. “Yes…these shadowy figures that approached this…’Xavien Marshall.’ While we’ve been able to determine they have connections through underworld power brokers with ties to private incarceration provider companies among other interests, we’ve yet to identify these ‘Shadows’ that approached Xavien nor do we have any inclination as to what their goals are. I’m…sorry, Primogen.”The wet sound of Konchu sucking his teeth, inhaling as a reflex to the news or lack thereof that’s been delivered to him, is enough that the deacon immediately adds: “...However! However, we are still chasing down leads using those connections we’ve been able to uncover. We will find out who these figures are. You have our word, Primogen.”Konchu wants to rant. He wants to rage, to rampage as he did that night after he and Cyrus lost the FWA Tag Team Champions. The sting of the title loss still tormenting him is bad enough…but to continue to get absolutely nowhere in determining who in the world of shadows has taken an interest in a street hood that continues to be angry at the world instead of himself is unbelievably frustrating. Still, Konchu keeps his anger and irritation in check. He is still addressing one of his subordinates in his position as leader of the Black Mass. Even in his rage, the Mad Wizard knows full well that decorum demands his discipline. “...Very well. Continue your research and keep me abreast of any information you find.”
“Yes, Primogen.”
“What else do you have for me?”The day continues. More and more acolytes, clergy, and administrators come to give their reports to Konchu Hao on the comings and goings with the occult and other world of shadow dealings. However, as time goes on and the reports continue to be delivered, it becomes more and more obvious that all of this is just micromanaging at this point. Konchu’s fellow Black Mass clergy are more than capable of handling much of this business without the Mad Wizard’s direct meddling. And Konchu knows this. But it’s either bury himself in work, or let his dark thoughts consume him. However, eventually the day draws to a close and Konchu again finds himself alone, his clergy and acolytes having left for the day. Konchu, taking a moment to gaze at the large crystal, mutters some prayer or chant before taking a deep breath and sighing. No more distractions. Damn it. Our scene changes from the inner sanctum of the Black Mass. Far away from the gothic, unearthly and otherworldly private refuge to the streets of…somewhere. It’s a massive city, but the architecture, the atmosphere is…muddled, shrouded in such a way that this city could be anywhere and nowhere. Even the people milling around the streets and corner shops look nondescript as the Mad Wizard, bundled up in a heavier black coat instead of his traditional robes, keeps walking to…well, nowhere in particular, it seems. Konchu is trying his best to keep the dark thoughts leashed. His narrowed eyes behind his mask are a testament to his struggle…trying to close the windows to his soul, unwilling to allow what’s behind them to escape. The city doesn’t matter, the throngs of humanity around him with their nameless, faceless personas don’t matter nearly as much as Konchu’s own fears, his own feelings of inadequacy. Until winning the FWA Tag Team Championships with Truth, Konchu had forgotten how much he enjoyed being a champion. It was something he thought he didn’t need after nearly destroying himself in pursuit of the World Title a few years back, when Toner escaped with the title shot that the Mad Wizard had fought so damn hard for, having only been pulled back from the brink thanks to Truth and Epsilon’s intervention. For the longest time, Konchu believed he had moved beyond the call of gold. He got title shots, sure…but it was always ancillary to whatever else Konchu had going on at that point in time. He was less a challenger and more… …more what? Attraction? No, that’s not quite right. The men he challenged, Alyster for his X Title and Baxter for his North American Championship. Even if they had their backings and their fans, neither could be considered…good, honest men. Alyster even at the height of his popularity was little more than a violent misanthrope who had nothing in his heart but misery and a desire to inflict pain. And Baxter…well, the bastard fully embraced his horrid attitude en route to his persistent reign as he abandoned friendship and virtue for arrogance and brutality. Konchu, in the middle of this thought, stops in the middle of the sidewalk, just in front of a shop that looks as if it’s some sort of retro records store. His hand cups the back of his head, as if there’s a thought back there that refuses to come out to the front, an itch that is refusing to be scratched. …Friendship. Jeremy Best’s little tournament of random pairings, done under the twisted little man’s warped view of promoting friendship, now comes to Konchu’s mind. Had the Mad Wizard been a better partner, it would be he and Truth who would be defending the Tag Team Championship against the eventual winners of that five-ringed circus. Still, the word “friendship” rattles in his brain, and Konchu finds himself pondering why. Konchu Hao has many peers, countless acquaintances and partners in various shadow activities across the world. He also commands legions of minions and acolytes both within the fandom of FWA and beyond. But when it comes to “friends,” Konchu really only has two. His loyal partner, Epsilon. And The Exile. Konchu’s mind cuts back to his first few meetings with The Exile. The initial encounter investigating early Mesopotamian ruins, the confrontation in Malaysia that forced the duo to work together to escape a street gang financially backed by disguised lizard people in charge of a multinational corporation, and the incident in Zimbabwe that ended any rivalry between the two and set the foundations for a partnership and understanding between the Mad Wizard and the Wayward Warrior that would, in time, culminate with the defeat of FTN at Lights Out and rending their surface-level affection for one another asunder. Maybe… …maybe that’s what frustrates Konchu so much about losing the Tag Team Championships. Cyrus Truth, for his many faults, is nothing if not loyal to those who earn his trust. When Konchu’s unique nature became apparent to The Exile in their early encounters, Truth did not judge him for it. Truth never saw Konchu as a usurper, a bodysnatcher that inhabited the mortal body of a broken young man. No…The Exile, as he always does, looked beyond the surface and saw the Truth beyond. That’s not to say there weren’t arguments. More than once, harsh words were exchanged, and even a few fists. But it was never due to what Konchu was, but what he said and did. And while The Exile would often question the actions of the Mad Wizard, he never really ever questioned Konchu’s heart or intentions. Cyrus Truth was as good of a friend that a creature like Konchu Hao could’ve ever hoped to make since his emergence. And to let him down by giving up the pin that cost them the Tag Team Championships… “Leave me alone, you sleazeballs! Help! HELP!”The shrieking, pleading voice of a distressed woman snaps Konchu back to reality as he turns to see if he can see the source of the voice. Down a nearby alley, Konchu sees a young woman, back pressed against the wall trying to put some space between her and a couple of aggressive men in balaclavas. Despite the hoods hiding their faces, it’s clear that they have lecherous intentions, a desire to impose their will upon this poor girl. In Konchu’s already fractured state of mind, he blinks and thinks he sees Xavien and Kenny. He blinks again, and it’s Alyster Black and Chris Peacock. Whatever the apparitions, regardless of what Konchu’s twisted mind sees, the words are clear as day. “Oh, quit your screaming. You know you want it. This whole town wants it.”
“Yeah, me and my partner? We’re the ones who’re going to make the world our bitch. So why not start with you? It’s only right, after all.”The woman struggles and tries to run, but she’s cut off as one of the thugs grabs her by the throat and just…laughs. “Don’t you know? Men like us always get what we want. The world bows to us, and lines up to suck some clout from us. So you might as well do the same, right? Go ahead…open wide and just…”Before it gets super uncomfortable, before lines are crossed, the thug throttling the woman begins to choke. A dark tendril, emerging from a shadowy portal of swirling madness, has wrapped itself around the thug’s throat, crushing his windpipe. The other thug, seeing this, tries to grab the tendril and free his partner… …Or, does he try to run in fear, hoping to avoid the nightmare himself? From the perspective of a madman, it's hard to tell. It matters little either way. He, too, is caught by another tendril. More and more tendrils of darkness wrap up the would-be abusers, the beast that wish to pillage, rape, and victimize to feed their own need for power and control. Eventually, little of the thugs can be seen in the darkness as Konchu Hao, muttering foul arcane words upon summoning this nightmare from beyond space, time, and reason, closes his fist as the tendrils pull the thugs away from the woman, into the portal, and away from reality. Konchu’s eyes are wide and wild. His spell, his actions more a reflex than a conscious effort. The Mad Wizard breathes heavily as the woman, still in shock over what happened, looks at Konchu and stammers: “W-w-what happened? W-who…”Konchu raises his hand to silence the woman with a gesture. “Nobody. Whatever you think you’ve seen? You didn’t.”“I…I don’t…I don’t know what I saw.”“Good. Better that way. You…you should leave here. Go get some help or something, I honestly don’t know.”
“R-right. Um…thank you.”Konchu’s head tilt betrays his strange confusion at the woman’s gratitude. “For what, exactly?”
“You…you didn’t have to step in there. But you did. And you stopped them.”
“Only temporarily. They’ll be back. If not them, then some other cretins will inevitably replace them.”
“Maybe…but you can’t control that. You chose to help regardless. You’re…you’re a hero.”A…hero? Konchu Hao, the Mad Wizard and would-be supreme overlord of the world…a hero? Before Konchu can say anything else, the woman rushes up to him, hugs him, and runs off into the city without another word. The Mad Wizard stands there in the alley, alone and dumbstruck. Why was he a hero? All he did was rid the world of some scum for a small time. In the grand scheme of things, it’s such a minor thing. And scum would always rise up from the sewers of depravity that they spawned from. It’s…nothing, really. A small thing. How can that make someone a hero? It’s at this moment that Konchu recalls something Cyrus told him once, when the Mad Wizard questioned why The Exile was so damned inflexible when it came to his precious principles: “Konchu…the world’s full of people who’ll lie, cheat, steal, rape, and kill because they want something, or just because they can. And that’s not going to change. But do you know why those people don’t run completely roughshod over the world? It’s because decent people who actually care about preserving the best aspects of humanity continue to fight them back, driving them back into the dark.
“Yeah, they might return. And it’s not as if people won’t stop being awful so long as they think they deserve to or that they think they can get away with it. It’s a never-ending battle, but one that’s important enough to fight. So…I fight. And I’ll continue to fight the good fight. Because so long as I’m willing to fight? I know eventually I’m going to win.”That’s it, isn’t it? The ultimate Truth. Konchu may have failed. But he hasn’t lost. Not yet. There was still the fight that had to be fought. A battle that, despite Konchu never thinking he’d be fighting, is one that’s become important to him. Konchu may style himself an evil would-be overlord, but that’s not all he is. It’s not the only thing he’s become since meeting Cyrus and joining FWA. He has battled the very best that FWA has to offer and taken their measure…forcing them to the very limits of their abilities. He has captured the hearts and admiration of the FWA faithful. And he has united with his best friend to ensure that scum will never rule FWA and rot it from the inside. Thugs like Xavien Marshall. Degenerates like Jay Kenny. Nihilists like Alyster Black. And the root of all this decadent decay… Chris Peacock. A man whose failures were swallowed in a sea of unearned hype. A thief whose greatest victories were stolen. A ruler whose power was provided by a charmed management and the bleating bolstering of sheep…no, of leeches wishing to suckle upon his tainted teat. It all starts with Chris Peacock, the liar and thief, the delusional hack who fancies himself an unstoppable emperor. The fountain of vile arrogance upon which Alyster, Xavien, and Jay have engorged themselves upon, embracing Peacock’s disease of self-importance and inflated ego. Chris Peacock, who robbed Konchu of his X Title so many moons ago. In a match that should’ve never happened. Nobody’s ever loved Chris Peacock. Not like they’ve loved Konchu Hao. And it’s long past time that Konchu Hao showed his gratitude. For the FWA fans that chant his name and rise from their seats to chant their support. For the love of his minion, Epsilon, ever faithful and always by his side. For Cyrus Truth…his only true friend, who stands as a rock to keep Konchu’s foundation supported and grounded. Standing up straight, Konchu lets out a long exhale. He knows that he has to be better than what he has been in order to set right what he allowed to go wrong. But the Mad Wizard has come to a conclusion, a determination to make the effort and fight like hell and ruin any designs Chris Peacock has of bringing FWA down to his deplorable level once again. For the first time in weeks, Konchu smiles as he calls out: “You can come out, Epsilon. I think I’m fine now.”Out from a dark corner of the alleyway, Epsilon indeed emerges. Cautiously, the homunculus approaches his master…but as soon as he’s close, Epsilon immediately rushes over and gives Konchu’s legs a big hug. We can hear Epsilon sobbing as he continues to jabber in his incoherent tongue as Konchu gently pushes his minion off and kneels down, putting his hands on Epsilon’s shoulders. “My sincerest apologies for worrying you, my friend. But I believe I’m done with moping and raging at what was. It’s time to move forward, to take what may be and make it a reality. I’m ready to begin the process of reclaiming Truth’s and my Tag Team Championships, and put an end to those young thugs and FTN once and for all. And I’ll start on Fallout with Chris Peacock, and ensure that his wicked crusade ends with his crucifixion upon the altar of retribution.”Epsilon takes his sleeve to his mask, as if trying to wipe away snot. But he does stop sobbing as he and Konchu share another hug. However, in a flash of remembrance, Epsilon breaks off the embrace and excitedly chirps as he digs through his goblin backpack and produces his tablet. He hands it to Konchu as the Mad Wizard, a bit perplexed, takes the tablet and reads it. “...this is from Truth?”
“Iyak, Jubakara!”
“And…you want us to go?”Epsilon nods as Konchu, a little uneasy about the prospect, nevertheless hands the tablet back and somewhat sheepishly asks: “Well…do I need to bring anything?”******* In a small little house at the end of a cul-de-sac in Lafayette, Indiana, we see an almost bizarre sight. Tending to a dog while enjoying a cold beer in the crisp autumn evening is former FWA World and Women’s Champion Shannon O’Neal, who is currently looking over the shoulder of Cyrus Truth as he is standing over a makeshift fire pit with a turkey being slowly rotated on a rotisserie spit. The Exile looks completely focused on the bird, ensuring that the turkey is consistently basted and seasoned as the skin gets a nice char on it. “Ya gonna tell me where you learned to cook a turkey like this, Cy?”
“I spent some time in Auckland, New Zealand when I was younger. While I was out there, I ended up living with this wonderful Maori woman who ran a restaurant. I guess I picked up some things.”
“Well, whatever the hell you’re doin’? That bird smells great. What made ya decide to finally take me up on my offer to come over for Thanksgivin’?”Cyrus shrugs as he checks the internal temperature of the turkey with a thermometer. “I guess…teaming with Konchu made me decide to be a bit more open with other people, you know? It’s been hell finding people to trust in, so I figured I might as well show my gratitude to those who have my trust.”Shannon chuckles as she gives Cyrus an affectionate shoulder squeeze. However, before she can reply, the dog turns towards the street and begins to bark. “Rufus! The hell are ya…”Shannons turns as she stops mid sentence. She then whispers something to Cyrus as The Exile turns his attention away from the turkey and onto the source of Rufus’s outburst. There, standing by the fence separating Shannon’s yard from the sidewalk, looking absolutely awkward, is Konchu Hao. Epsilon is there as well, chirping excitedly as he waves at Cyrus. Cyrus, for his part, gives Shannon a nod as she takes Cyrus’s place by the pit fire to allow The Exile to greet his friends. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show.”Konchu, nervously, lets out a cackle as Cyrus opens the gate of the fence to allow Epsilon to bound in. He immediately stands next to Shannon as he admires the turkey while Konchu holds up a dish. “I…ah…I brought a dish. Epsilon said it was not necessary, but I felt that it would be rude if I did not. It’s…a tiramisu. A proper Italian-made one, and not one of those poor mega-grocery facsimilies…”
“Konchu.”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks for coming, pal.”Konchu exhales as he relaxes. “Are you sure you still want me here?”Cyrus, gently, slaps the side of Konchu’s head as he holds out his hand. Konchu takes it as the former champions, the partners…the Dark Roads Alliance shakes hands. “Couldn’t imagine not having you here, Konchu. Happy Thanksgiving.” |
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:32:43 GMT
Originally posted by Nostradamus. N̟̥̔̍͢ ̥̪̮̦̏ͩ͗̅́O̧̖͖͉ͥ ̧͕͕̣̣̬͚̽͂̒̾ͅṮ̗͉͎̟ͥ̈̃͘ ̵̻͇̬̫ͣ͛H̗̮̦ͪ̀ ̡͉̞̲̖̙ͬ̄ͫ̐I̥̘͇̝̤͔͙ͥͦ̈́́ ̩̱͕̘͙͂̐ͦͦ͢N̸͚̞̼͑̓ ̱̩͈̰͂̐͌̄͜G̹̙̭͔̖̅̐͞
Th-thud, th-thud, crrshhh, th-thud, th-thud, crrshhh....
The sound of a pair of boots are accompanied by the light sound of something brushing across the floor. The camera slowly rises to show the legs, then torso, and finally the face, of Keres. Her stone-cold gaze is focused straight ahead and one of her arms is slightly pulled behind her, forcefully tugging on something in her hand. She stops walking and looks over her shoulder.
"This match... means nothing. It is void of purpose. The Buddy System does not concern me. Chris Crowe might as well not be there. I... focus on one Tommy Bedlam. His mind has been such a treat."
Keres, still looking over her shoulder, now looks down at what she is holding in her hand... a bunch of... hair?
"I will be there, your vessel will be there... but you will stay asleep, my Princess."
The camera lowers further down and reveals what is on the other end of the hair in Keres' hand... the completely limp body of her puppet, Princess Nova. Keres has been gently dragging the puppet-like Nova, across the ground, by her hair, on the way to their match.
"You will be nothing in this match. You will do nothing in this match. We will do nothing in this match. You will lay in that ring, and Tommy bedlam... well, he will see how real nightmares can be."
Keres smiles as she continues to drag the lifeless husk of Princess Nova on the way to their match... to do... n͇̩̩̲͓̠̻̭͂͞ ̧̥̘̥̤̻̮́ͩ̓ͅo̼̣̜̝̎͜ ̬̪̱ͫ̅̀ţ̱̟̪̜ͫ ̗̭̏̽̀̒͝h̟̗̻ͩͭ͟ ̵̯̥̞̺̺͖̤͚̃ͮ̊̅i̸͍̩͉̼͙̦͔̾ͤ̈́ ̪͇̲̲̹͇͌ͪͣ͌͞ͅͅn̺̤̿̎͛͜ ̝͇͉̳̳̳͎͒̇ͯ̚͡ͅg͈͚͚̯͊͟. |
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:33:12 GMT
Originally posted by Dustin. Knock, knock, knock
Who is it?
It's me, Jeff. I got the snake.
Leave it on the doorstep and get the hell out of here.
Are you crazy? It's wayyy too cold out here for him. Let me in!
What money?
Money? What are you even talking about?
Is that a fact? How much do I owe ya?
You've gotta just go along with it Mel, he didn't let me in til the end either.
Too bad Acey ain't in charge no more
As she scoffs and puts her head down, she notices the black marks on the sidewalk in front of the door.
Seriously? Oh my god, please tell me he's not doing the thing with the firecrackers!
He's upstairs, taking a bath. He'll call you when he gets out... Hey, I tell you what I'm gonna give you, Snakes. I'm gonna give you to the count of ten to get your ugly, yellah, no-good keister off my property before I pump your guts full of lead.
Jeff I swear to god you better not!
One...
Goddammit Jeffry.
Twoooooo...
Just hurry up already, he didn't drag it out like this in the movie.
TEN!
The door bursts open and out come Jeffry Mason and TYLER, both of them dual-wielding bunches of bubble wrap. Delighted to see the plastic non-explosive bang noises, and thrilled to see her friends, a smile immediately washes over her face. She opens her arms and gives a kiss on each side of TYLER's face followed by a big hug. She even more enthusiastically greets Jeffry the same way, but she lets Lucien slither off of her and onto Jeff's shoulders.
Keep the change, ya filthy animal.
Hey, that's my line!
Well next time don't make me wait out here so long and I won't have to hurry things up, deal?
Fine, deal. C'mon, let's get you inside then.
The trio scurry inside the motel room, Jeffry closing the door behind him. The room is just a standard Days Inn room, if you've seen one, you've seen them all. Two beds with the ugliest emerald and maroon patterned covers a person could imagine. A TV on top of a dresser, a generic painting of fruit in a bowl, a mini-fridge, a table with a couple scratched up wooden chairs, and the classic bathroom/coffeemaker combination in the back that no cheap motel room would be complete without.
Whoa, is this the same room? Just yesterday it looked like a dumpster. Don't tell me we're actually eating Thanksgiving dinner here.
Relax, Mel, I promised you a nice Thanksgiving and I'm a man of my word. Part of Thanksgiving is tradition and family. So I figured, since the three of us don't really have many other people in our lives, why not get together and celebrate instead of spending it alone? After what we've all been through, that makes us family. And I've got the perfect tradition to share with you guys.
You two aren't even American.
Technically I'm half American. My mom was from North Dakota. And I spent enough time wrestling in the States all those years that I'm a dual citizen.
How am I just now finding this out?
Probably because until a couple weeks ago at that show I ran, we hadn't talked in like five years? Ha ha ha.
Yeah, probably. Hey, shit happens for everyone though. All that's important anyway is right here, right now.
You always did know how to avoid awkward situations by paraphrasing Sammy Hagar.
Oh hush, you. Anyway, so what's this half-American tradition you were talking about?
Have a look in the bathroom.
Has anything good ever happened after those words have been said?
Just go look.
Despite sarcastic groans and eye rolls from both of them, TYLER and Melissa head toward the bathroom. Mel pulls the handle down and opens the door. TYLER plants his face into his palm, as Mel can only shake her head.
What. The. Fuck.
Merry Thanx-mas!
Trust me, even sharing a mind with him, I don't get it either.
I just, like Christmas time, alright?
I don't think that's what she's questioning, Jeff.
Why the hell is there a Christmas tree in your bathtub?
Because that's the tradition. Every year my family would set up the tree on Thanksgiving Day. As a kid, I always hated it. It was just a chore. Once I was an adult with a family of my own, I realized how much I took those times for granted. But now that that's gone, I guess...
Jeffry takes another pause, thinking about his daughter and wife and the accident for the second time during this visit.
I guess I just want some sort of normal again, you know?
And that's the real reason you want to have this one last run, isn't it?
You really do know me too well. Yeah, I suppose it is. A big part, at least. The few times I got in the ring this past year or so, it just felt like a part of me was home. It felt almost like the old days. I went from having my career and family ripped away from me, to getting in the ring again and doing some of the most violent shit I've come up with to the biggest crowds of my life. I don't know how long it'll be for, hell I can't even say for sure this will be my last run. All I know is that at the very least, I've got one more shot, and it's the biggest shot of my career, to make sure that the legacy of deathmatch wrestling lives on after I'm gone.
Melissa embraces Jeffry with a comforting hug. Lucien slithers across Mel's back and bridges his body over to the Christmas tree, which he coils around, twisting his way up until his head is perched at the top. The three of them laugh at this sight.
Well I guess Lucien's decided that the star goes on first this year. Who else is ready to decorate?
TYLER and Mel both excitedly raise their hands.
Alright, let's do this. So where are the ornaments?
So uh, they were on the first tree.
What do you mean, 'first tree?'
Well I set up a tree yesterday in between the beds. I left the sign off the door so I could actually get the place cleaned for once, and I guess they didn't like me having a tree in here, so it was in the dumpster by the time I got out. So I went and got a second one, and put it in here. This way, I can leave the bathroom door locked when I leave so they won't see it. And it's always in water now, so I'll never forget to do that.
I guess you did say you wanted a sense of normal, not actual normal. So this works. I'm sure we can find some things to use as senses of ornaments, too. OW!
Jeff playfully punches her shoulder in response to the teasing, they both let out a small laugh.
Here we go, Jeff. WIll these work?
TYLER goes up to the tree and places multiple shiny empty beer and soda cans throughout the tree.
Perfect.
I think I can contribute, too.
Mel reaches into her small black handbag and pulls something shiny out. She begins placing the objects on the tree. When she finally stands back, it's seen that she stretched and tied her tiny silver string top and panties on the tree like it was a mannequin.
That stripper's got way nicer cans than you do.
And harder wood than you've probably got these days.
And on that note... can we finally go eat now?
All three of them have a good chuckle.
Yeah, let's go have some turkey! Merry Thanx-mas guys!
Merry Thanx-mas Jeff!
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The unlikely family of outcasts pulls up to the diner in Jeffry's beat up old red Tercel. The artificial nostalgia of what should be an illegal amount of neon and chrome in one building certainly had its charm. As the trio walk through the doors, the charm instantly doubles once they see the large glass display with the large assortment of pastries and desserts. Before they begin to drool over the pies like Shaggy and Scooby, a young blonde waitress greets them wearing an old-fashioned black and white dress with the checkered skirt. Despite having to work on Thanksgiving even though this was only her third group of customers that day, the girl hid her disdain well with a pretty smile.
Happy Thanksgiving! Welcome to Nick's Diner! Booth or table?
Booth, please. In the corner if that's possible.
All four of them take a glance around at the otherwise empty dining area.
Um, yeah, sure, right this way.
The group follow her. Mel slides all the way into the booth, with Jeffry doing the same but immediately putting his back against the wall and his feet on the seat. TY takes the empty spot next to Mel.
So hi, I'll be your waitress today. Uh, can I get you some drinks?
Coffee, please.
Coffee's good for me.
Do you have eggnog? Actually, nevermind, I've got some at home. I'll just have coffee. Thanks Marg.
Marg looks down at her red name badge.
Oh, haha, actually, it's Marg. Not Marge like in The Simpsons, Marg like a margerita. Or I guess like Margaret, because that's what it's short for. Because that's my name. I guess I didn't tell you that, so you wouldn't know. I'm so sorry. I'm Margaret, but you can call me Marg...I'll just go get those drinks now, sorry.
She mutters insults aimed at herself as she walks away.
Poor girl.
Remind you of anyone, Jeffry?
You mean Trixie, right?
Of course I do.
Look, don't go lecturing me about being a bully to her. Don't forget she's the one who challenged me.
Alright, that's fair. But like, what's the plan? What do you gain from facing Trixie?
Why do I have to gain anything at all? She clearly has something to prove, who am I to deny her that opportunity? And just like I told Tommy, I can probably use some practice matches to chip away at some more of this ring rust. This year, I'm making goddamn sure I walk out of King of the Deathmatch with that crown on top of my bleeding head, or I'm gonna die hard trying. Get it? Hahaha.
You do realize that Home Alone isn't a Christmas movie either, right? Like, the same arguments you can give either for or against it being one pretty much apply to both Home Alone and Die Hard?
Mel, please don't tell me you're falling for this. Isn't it obvious one of the main things he loves about Christmas is pissing people off?
You should both be ashamed of yourselves. I can't believe you're both on her side in this!
Marg shows back up to the table with the tray holding the coffee.
Hey Marg, please tell me I'm not the last sane person alive. What's your favorite Christmas movie?
Marg thinks about this as she places the creamer cups on the table.
Hmmmmmm. Probably Rambo First Blood. That counts, right?
TYLER and Mel both try to hide their giggling and stare at Jeffry, waiting for his meltdown.
Wow, nice answer. I never would have thought of that as a Christmas movie, but y'know, I can see it.
Dumbfounded by his reply, Mel subtly nudges TYLER, who spontaneously reacts by swiftly bringing his arm to his side. This is just enough to make the waitress flinch, tipping the tray and sending the three cups of hot coffee all crashing directly onto Jeff's crotch, each one shattering the one before it and leaving white porcelin shards all over. Seeing this Marg starts to panic and cry, though the other two react more with a blend of shock and hysterical laughter.
OH MY GOSH I'M SO SO SORRY ARE YOU OK LET ME FIND SOMETHING TO CLEAN THAT UP WITH OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH I'm so dead, they're so gonna fire me, my parents were right, I am a screwup.
Red in the face, but smiling, Jeffry gently grips the waitress by the wrist.
Hey, look, it's ok, alright? I'm fine. I promise, I'm no Karen, I'm a deathmatch wrestler. If anything, I should thank you for the extra training. You're not a screwup, it's like a really good friend once told me, shit just happens for everyone. You're fine. That woke me up more than drinking it ever could anyway. Let's just order and I'll clean this up, and we call it even, ok?
The laughter ceases, but the shock remains. The waitress stops crying before she does too much damage to her makeup, gives a quick nervous smile, then takes out her pen and pad.
Th-thanks. W-wh-what can I get y'all?
Oh, um, just the turkey dinner for me.
I'll have the same. Extra mash if you could, love.
I'll have the Gobbler and Cobbler meal. Can I get that with regular fries though? Sweet potatoes suck. Still give me the dip though, please.
Marg awkwardly stands there for a minute nodding and writing before turning and scurrying to the kitchen to put in the order.
Meanwhile at the table, Jeffry starts trying to absorb the coffee from his lap with napkins from the chrome and blue dispenser, while TYLER and Melissa exchange an awestruck smirk, trying to silently determine which of them gets to jump on this opportunity first.
You sure it's no big deal, mister 'I'm a tough deathmatch wrestler?' No wonder you didn't want sweet potato fries, you've got a set of steamed yams right there in your pants.
Hey Mel, think someone's hot for the waitress, or is that just the coffee?
Well if that's the case, maybe that's why he's going after Trixie again. He did just say before that she reminds him of her, right?
Gross, Jeff, she's like half your size.
Not to mention half your age.
Jeffry chuckles mockingly at his two friends.
Ha, ha, very funny. Are you two comedians done yet? Look, just because I look forward to a little foreplay in the ring with a hot blonde with pornstar good looks when she starts beating my sack like a punching bag, that doesn't mean I want anything more from her. She's an opponent, and the mission is still first and foremost. I've faced her before, and Trixie's tough. Facing her might be harder than most would give her credit for, but trust me, for every ounce of pain she dishes out that I withstand, in the end I get two ounces of pleasure.
Jeff, bruv, as someone who has spent enough time in your head to get to know you better than anyone else, I can honestly say... none of this even surprises me.
I didn't need to spend any time in his head and even I could have told you that!
Believe me, you don't want to see in there. Anyway, what about the Coven?
The witches that brainwashed her into being one of them? Who would even do such a thing? They're wicked, terrible people for what they've done to her, and I promise if any of them try to get involved, you two better have marshmallows ready for the witch roast.
The obvious self-aware hypocrisy aside, what if they just want to, how would you put it, see into the future with your crystal balls, too?
Well if that's all they want, I guess that's ok. Especially if it's that cutie Ethel, am I right?
Melissa spits out her coffee in laughter. Or at least, she would have if Marg had brought them fresh cups yet. Instead she kinda just chokes on air for a moment. TYLER just shakes his head in disgust and disappointing, being very sure of what would come next.
I bet naked she looks just like one of those flappy things on the turkey necks. What is she, some kind of gizzard wizard?
Melissa looks as though she's gonna puke a bit, and neither her nor TYLER are very pleased with the convenient timing of their turkey dinners being placed on the table in front of them.
Jeffry however smiles, very proud of himself for seeing the waitress's reflection behind those two in a bit of the chrome and timing his crude humor perfectly.
Well thanks for ruining turkey for me forever. What the fuck is that mess you got anyway?
Well the cobbler is exactly what it sounds like, some of the best blueberry cobbler in the state. You've never had a Gobbler though? Geez, and you said I'm the one who's not American. This, my fine friend, is the greatest hits album of Thanksgiving. You get the turkey, the cranberry sauce, the dressing, some green bean casserole, and mashed potatoes, you smother it with gravy, wrap it in a tortilla, and what else can I say about it but gobble gobble?
Just like you'd do to Ethel.
Ok see, it's much less funny when you do it. Asshole.
Takes one to know one. And I'm sure you'd love to get real familiar with-
So, um, well then, this is awkward, um, enjoy your meal I guess. Is there anything else I can get you?
Just the coffee.
She pivots once again and goes to get the coffee. Jeffry eagerly chows down on his Thanksgiving burrito, taking fries and dipping them into the maple marshmallow sauce in between bites. Mel hesitates a moment, but after getting the image of Ethel out of her mind, she begins to eat her turkey and the sides. TYLER has mostly stayed quiet, but has slowly started to pick at most of his food. The group continues eating, the CD already repeating and playing 'Run, Rudolph, Run' for the second time since they've arrived. Jeffry finally breaks the silence among the trio.
What's wrong, TY, you don't eat vegetables?
I eat vegetables, what do you mean?
Well you're looking at those peas like they just fell from space. This your first time having peas or something?
No way, Jeffry, I've had peas befo'.
To prove his point, he scoops up as many peas as he can and puts them all into his mouth at once. Jeffry shrugs, impressed, and the group goes back to eating, finishing the rest of the meal with few words exchanged. It's not until they are done, and Jeffry is eating his cobbler, that Mel speaks up.
You know what, Jeff? I've gotta hand it to you. This definitely was far from the most normal Thanksgiving I've ever had. But I'm far from the most normal gal, and compared to all the other shitty Thanksgivings I've had, when I even got to have them at all, I've gotta say that this is loads better than any I've ever had. Thank you. I'm really glad we reconnected, and I'm really glad I get to be a part of this weird, fucked up little family of yours. You too, TY. We just met a couple weeks ago, but it feels like we've known each other for most of my life. If you're family to Jeff, I'm honored to call you family, too.
She puts an arm around TYLER's neck and shoulders and they smile into each other's eyes.
Jeffry puts his fresh cup of coffee in the air over the table.
Happy Thanksgiving. To family!
TYLER and Mel follow suit and touch their cups to his.
To family!
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2:47 a.m.
TYLER abruptly awakens from a deep sleep in the middle of the night. He looks over at the other bed, Melissa is still in a peaceful slumber. Lucien is snuggled cozily underneath her pillow, coiled up with only his head peeking out. Gone from her side however is Jeffry. This doesn't surprise TYLER though. In fact, he has a pretty good idea of where his stablemate has gone to, and he rises out of bed to put his slippers on. He steps as slowly as possible, using only the slivers of moonlight to guide him through the otherwise dark room as he makes his way to the door and exits, being extra careful to make as little noise as possible.
TYLER climbs the two sets of stairs on the side of this Super 8, then makes his way over to the ladder and pulls himself up to the roof. He sees a silhouette of a man smoking on the other side of the roof, his back to TYLER, and his features indistinguishable with the full moon shining all its silver light on the man. But TYLER already knew who this was.
Why are you thinking about death again?
Jeffry takes a long hard drag of his cigarette, exhales the smoke, and flicks the butt into the air, gracefully falling to the alley below.
How did you find me up here?
Because I know you're a fan of dramatic, if not cliche, settings. How do you think I found you?
Ah, I see. So I guess you're back to living in my mind. Why ask a question you already know the answer to, then?
Not exactly. I've mentioned it to you before, but I think you just shrugged off. Ever since that amethyst thing from when we were training you for King of the Deathmatch, I've been my own person in my own head. But every now and again, I get these... glimpses, I guess you could say, back into your head. They last anywhere from a few seconds to a couple minutes, and they seem to happen at completely random times. They're... different, though. When I was inside your head all the time, I had full control. With these glimpses, it's almost like I'm being taken on a ride and shown things, except all those things are like, blurry or something.
Things like death.
Well, usually, yes. Which brings us back to my original question. Why were you thinking about death again? If you wanted someone to be dead, they'd already be dead. Yourself included. You're not a killer though, as much of a fucked up bastard you can be sometimes. So if it's not about killing someone, you must be afraid of someone dying. You wanna talk about it?
You know what, TY, sure, why not. Let's talk about death. You know what my biggest fear has always been? Maybe you do, maybe that was one of the few parts of my mind I was able to keep hidden from you, but I'll go ahead and tell you anyway. My biggest fear, hell, maybe my only fear, is of dying. Yeah, I know, ironic right, that the God of Ultraviolence, the Savior of Death, is afraid of death itself? It sounds funny, but Jeffry Mason fears death. You know why? I could care less if the afterlife exists or not. I don't give a shit if it hurts when it happens. No, I'm just afraid that when I leave this living form, it's gonna hurt the very few people I still have in the end. I might be a giant piece of shit in most people's eyes, and maybe that's a self-defense mechanism I've built up so that as few people miss me as possible, but you know something? That small handful of people who actually get to know me, who actually stick around? They are my everything, they're the first thing I think about when I wake up, and they're the last thing when I go to bed. With you, I don't need to worry about leaving anything left unsaid or unexplained. With everyone else though? Forget it. I already lost my parents, I lost my wife, and I lost my daughter. I've been around death before, it fucking hurts, and the thought of inflicting THAT pain onto someone I love? That's the shit that eats me up. And that's why I'm gonna do everything I can to hang onto the few that I have left. I’ve got Scuzz and Keegan I guess. I’ve got you. I’ve got Mel back, now. And I’ve got Reagan. I think I do at least. That seems to be in your hands more than mine, though. Have you talked to him since he went back home?
Now it’s TYLER who hesitates before answering.
A couple times, just to check in, nothing much. He’s enjoying being home with the family.
That’s good, he deserves it. Sometimes I really wish I knew how to make friends some normal way, y’know? Can I ask you something now, TY?
Shoot.
Why did you insist that we lie to Reagan? He’s your best friend, the only one who really ever had your back for very long in your whole life. And you want me to keep lying to him, keep acting like we’re connected, keep pretending that he’s still got a reason to play nice around me. Obviously I haven’t broken that promise, and I don’t intend to. But you never did give me any sort of reason. So let’s hear it.
You’re right, Reagan’s my best friend. But when I was inside your head, I saw two major things happen. The first thing was that I saw your vision. Not just for deathmatch wrestling, but just, how you look at life in general. How you think things should be. And you know, maybe it’s some sort of psychedelic Stockholm Syndrome, maybe the old me wouldn’t have felt the same, but when I saw your vision as a whole, I realized that I actually agreed with a lot of it. It made sense to me. And even once I was back to my own mind, I found myself still wanting to make that vision a reality. I knew then that I could never go back to being British Kid again. I NEED to be TYLER. Because being someone else is the only way to be your true self, I guess, hell I don’t know. It’s late and I’m tired, can we just go back to the room already before Mel wakes up?
Sure thing. After you tell me the second thing.
The w- oh, right. The second thing that happened to me. Well I saw… I saw people for who they really were. I realized just how few people I had that TRULY cared about me. How often has Sarah called to see how I’m doing? What’s Roy’s excuse, are his fish hook wounds still preventing him from talking over a year later? No, the people I considered family couldn’t be bothered to take two minutes out of their day to see if I was still breathing. But you? The guy I thought was this big bad villain trying to hurt us? You ended up caring the most, about all of us. And Reag, I finally saw solid proof that he cared, too, after years of questioning whether he did or if he just cared about the team because he was a part of it. His intentions were always good, after all.
You and me? We’re still a lot different from each other, but we’ve been outcast to the same damn exile. We may as well learn to live together before we end up dying alone, right? Do me a favor though, I know you already promised not to tell anyone, but just to be perfectly clear, Mel’s still a part of anyone, ok?
Jeffry lets out a small chuckle.
Somebody’s got a small crush, eh? Ha. Yeah don't worry man, I won’t tell her. But if things end up working out, you better tell her before the wedding, deal?
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:33:43 GMT
Originally posted by Man. HALLOWEEN KNIGHT
TRASH MAMMAL
AND
JUAN TOTHREFOR
ARE
TR1CK OR TR4SH
IN
“BEHIND THE MUSIC”
Trash Mammal: “Roight! How do y- Lads, smile fer the camera?”
Halloween Knight: “What are you- Why do you have a camera?”
Trash Mammal: “Why wouldn’ I? Don’t you?”
Juan Tothrefor: “Yeah, I have a camera on my phone. I don’t lug around the same camera this company uses to film Meltdown.”
Trash Mammal: “Fallout.”
Juan Tothrefor: “What?”
Trash Mammal: “Fallout, this one films Fallout.”
Juan Tothrefor: “What’s the differen-nevermind I don’t care.”
Halloween Knight: “Look, Basura, you’ve already got that weird interview-thing you were angling towards-”
Trash Mammal: “Yup, gonna do Katie Baxter’s job better than her for twice the pay.”
Halloween Knight: “Unlikely. But you’ve already got that simmering in the background, so what, you’re gonna be a cameraman too?”
Trash Mammal: “Nah, nah, nah, maybe, I dunno. I figured, y’know, why don’t we go… BEHIND THE WRESTLING.”
A beat of silence.
Halloween Knight: “Is that… Some kind of reference to something?”
Trash Mammal: “I don’t… Think so?”
Juan Tothrefor: “So, what, you’re just going to document our dramatic rise and fall through the Trios Division?”
Trash Mammal: “What makes you think there’s going to be a fall?”
Juan Tothrefor: “I dunno. I feel like one of us will get an ego, think themselves to be too big for the group, and go solo with a middling singles career. Another has a drug scare and quits the industry all together.”
Halloween Knight: “And the third guy?”
Juan Tothrefor: “They’re the third chick from the group, the Beyonce one. What was it, Destiny’s Child?”
Trash Mammal: “Who?”
Juan Tothrefor: “Exactly.”
Halloween Knight: “This seems oddly specific.”
Juan Tothrefor: “Are you going to pay some vaguely European narrator to talk over the documentary?”
Trash Mammal: “Oh, you betcha! The most vaguely European narrator you can think of.”
Juan Tothrefor: “Werner He-”
Trash Mammal: “Doc Umentary.”
Juan Tothrefor: “-rzog. What?”
Trash Mammal: “What?”
Juan Tothrefor: “Doc Umentary?”
Trash Mammal: “Yeah, Doc Umentary. You never heard of him?”
Juan Tothrefor: “No?”
Trash Mammal: “Oh, so you’ll namedrop Destiny’s Child, some TV series from like a decade ago, but you don’t know who Doc Umentary is? Catch up on some modern pop culture, why dont’cha?”
Juan Tothrefor: “Catch up on- TV series?!? DESTINY’S CHILD IS THE SPRINGBOARD OF BEYONCE’S CAREER AS A MUSICIAN. DOC UMENTARY IS A NAME YOU PULLED OUT OF YOUR ASS. THIS IS NOT COMPARABLE IN THE SLIGHTEST. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.”
Freeze frame. Voice over of a strange european accent, the voice of the iconic Doc Umentary, sighing as Juan Tothrefor makes a strangling motion towards the camera.
Doc Umentary: “Tr1ck or Tr4sh. Such pioneers of the industry. Such trendsetters, of the division. How is it that a trio of near strangers, with little in common outside of a shared love of the business, had such a meteoric rise… With such an equal meteoric fall?”
The freezeframe of Juan leaping towards the camera fades out, slowly replaced by that of the trio, united after their first victory together. Then, dramatically, the photo tears apart, separating the three athletes dramatically, as Doc Umentary clears his throat.
Doc Umentary: “Was it the fame and ego, going to one’s head? The sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll overtaking another? Or maybe they were nothing more than a one-hit wonder, a flash in the pan, and struggled to come to terms with it? Tonight, join me, as we go… Behind The Music.”
The voice over of Doc Umentary continues, as the video focuses on a gif of Halloween Knight pelvic thrusting. This goes on in silence for several beats longer than necessary, before Doc Umentary clears his throat.
Doc Umentary: “From the start, as soon as Halloween Knight was a being capable of independent thought at around age 22 or so, he knew he was destined for stardom….”
Fade in, to the de facto face of the band, Halloween Knight. He’s sitting on a stool in a dark room, several cigarettes smushed in his mouth, wearing a leather jacket over his skeleton onesie. For some reason, a nameplate pops up showing the name of ‘CHAD BRADLEY (the artist formerly known as Halloween Knight)’.
Chad Bradley, The Artist Formerly Known As Halloween Knight: “I knew I was gonna make it. Sometimes you just know, y’know? And I knew. I woke up in bed at the age of seven, and said to myself, ‘I’m going to be famous by being the lead in a lucha-musical trio, very specifically with a numbers guy and a rodent as partners.’ I had a very overactive imagination, see. So, I painstakingly spent months - no, years, tracking down the best talent I could find, to propel the band to stardom. Juan, and Trash. Together… We rocked the world. We could’ve had it all! … Except…”
Cut to Juan Tothrefor, in a rather rigid suit and tie, who stares blankly at the camera, before leaning in.
Juan Tothrefor: “Tr1ck or Tr4sh was small time. Good for a jumping point, sure, but it can only go so far. I knew that. Trash knew that. Knight, I don’t think he ever did. So when the time was right… I split.”
Cut to Trash Mammal, cheerfully dividing up rows of a suspicious powder. We don’t know what it is, because it’s blurred to heck, but it’s definitely some kind of white powder.
Trash Mammal: “-So anyway, roight out the middle of nowhere, Juan jus’ drops this solo album, this artsy minimalist piece that sounded like it came from Michelle von Horrowitz’s drainage pipe, and peaces out. Said he was off to ‘bigger and better things’, like, y’know, viscerally shitting yourself an’ calling it modern art. I don’t know. You want a line, by the way?”
Doc Umentary: “That’s kind of you to offer, but I promised the wife I wouldn’t partake on workdays.”
Trash Mammal: “Ah, the compromises of marriage. My condolences.”
Doc Umentary: “I’m very happy in my marriage.”
Trash Mammal: “Roight.”
SNIFF.
Cut back to Juan Tothrefor, gazing dramatically into the distance.
Juan Tothrefor: “The guys, they understood. They supported me, as they should’ve, and we’re all the better for it.”
Cut to Halloween Knight, looking rather dejected.
Chad Bradley, The Artist Formerly Known As Halloween Knight: “Look, I was happy for him, y’know? We all were. He wanted to follow his dreams, and me and Trash, we were happy for him.”
Cut back to Trash Mammal, the snout of his mask stained white.
Trash Mammal: “Fuck ‘im.”
Back to Halloween Knight…
Chad Bradley, The Artist Formerly Known As Halloween Knight: “But we tried to fill his spot, y’know. Tried to keep it as a trio, not a duo, but…”
Cut to, inexplicably, Lou Cha.
Then back to Halloween Knight without hearing a word from him.
Chad Bradley, The Artist Formerly Known As Halloween Knight: “But his replacement… It wasn’t the same.”
Cut back to Trash Mammal, laying on his back, staring at the ceiling fan.
Trash Mammal: “It was kinda the same.”
Cut to Lou Cha…
Lou Cha: “I’m the numbers guy now!”
Back to Trash Mammal…
Trash Mammal: “Weirdly so.”
Cut to black.
Doc Umentary: “Alas. That was not the end of troubles, for Tr1ck or Tr4sh…”
Cut to a photo of Lou Cha, being led away from a destroyed hotel room in handcuffs, shamefaced and crying.
Trash Mammal: “An’ I’m pretty sure that was the last we saw of him.”
Chad Bradley, The Artist Formerly Known As Halloween Knight: “But with our third gone, we had to cancel the west coast tour. The fans were furious. There was rioting in the streets!”
Cut to… Lou Cha, again, happily holding up a pair of broken handcuffs.
Lou Cha: “Some of the rioters broke my cuffs as a rebellious sign against the man, or something. Lou Cha’s comin’ back baby!”
Doc Umentary: “With their tour in tatters, things were looking grim for Tr1ck of Tr4sh… But Juan wasn’t doing that good either.”
Cut to Juan. His suit is now incredibly sweaty.
Juan Tothrefor: “The solo album bombed, okay? I guess today’s audience wasn’t ready for it, but trust me, give it ten, twenty years, and it’ll be a cult classic. Alright? Retroactive Recognition, bitch! … But until then I still got bills to pay, sooo…”
Cut to Halloween Knight, who happily slams his phone down.
Chad Bradley, The Artist Formerly Known As Halloween Knight: “WE’RE BACK, BABY! REUNION TOUR, LET’S FUCKIN’ GO. TR1CK OR TR4SH LIVES.”
Doc Umentary: “And so, after the length of time after their split, will there be any hard feelings between the trio? Can they recapture what made them big in the first place? Only time will tell. But for now, the future seems… Optimistic, for Tr1ck or Tr4sh.”
Cut to the three sitting together, quietly in silence.
Chad Bradley, The Artist Formerly Known As Halloween Knight: “Can you believe it’s been so long since we last teamed together?”
Juan Tothrefor: “I could count the days on both hands and have fingers left over.”
Trash Mammal: “Ahh. Yeah no the other guy couldn’t do that.” |
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:35:00 GMT
Originally posted by ETE.
You log into Onlyfans as you do most days, browsing through and liking the posts from a collection of soft core and more hardcore contributors or models. Paige Van Zant, Bella Thorn, Abella Danger…and then you see a username you haven’t seen on this site for a couple of months now; Caramel Gabrielle.
Her account was still there, you’d occasionally go back and watch her videos and browse her photos. But she hasn’t uploaded anything recently. This was a new post, a new video and it's free.
The caption reads: “You guys have loved watching me take the Queens Web deep in my mouth recently. It made me miss taking something a bit more fun, and a bit more willingly, with its own ‘web at the end.”
Now you know Gabrielle didn’t actually write that caption. The same way you know Gabrielle didn’t actually rate that dick pic you paid $20 to send her. But the fantasy ff it all, you choose to think it's all Gabrielle’. Besides the things you’ve seen her do over this past year…she can be as filthy as the captions suggest.
So you hit play on the video…
Gabrielle is face down on a couch with her head buried in someones crotch. Just a little lace pink skirt is the only visible clothing on her body. Though her male companion’s hand is covering much of that as he squeezes her ass.
A delighted little moan emanates from Gabrielle’s being as he does so. That noise is practically legendary at this point, as are the other noises emanating from the room currently as she bobs her head up and down in his lap. A loud ‘smack’ follows as he then brings his hand down on her backside firmly. Another legendary, and more guttural squeal escaping her body that time, though it's muffled.
She doesn’t stop what she’s doing though, just skillfully working her head up and down as he grins into the camera. “Good girl ”he coo’s” almost proudly.
He’s a familiar face, but you don't know his name. Just that he’s ‘worked’ with Gabrielle several times over the past year. He got a call from her earlier in the day, and there’s only one thing she ever wants from him…
He lucked out simply by living in Dallas as well. Gabrielle could have simply gone to the nearest Nightclub, Bar, whatever and gotten laid. Hell she could have walked out her front door and anyone of her neighbours would gladly be staring down at the back of her head gleefully right now. But this is more than just getting laid, this has an identity that comes with it.
Besides, she's slept with admirers and fans before, and it never lasts long enough.
An identity she wanted to feel again.
There’s a myriad of thoughts that had gripped Gabrielle’s mind as firmly as his hand now grips the back of her head. Thoughts that had led to her seeking this out again.
“She wanted to get the taste and texture of Princess Nova’s glove out of her mouth.”
“She wanted to take back some perceived power, submitting herself to this here and now, as opposed to having the Queens Web forced upon her.”
“Losing a match so quickly into her return again, the darkness was closing in on her.”
“History had repeated itself. A tag team match with Bell Connolly involved in her second match back, and a bitter loss.”
“Eternal had been putting her on her back, handing her moments of failure. But when she’s inevitably on her back later tonight it’s not a failure.”
It’s those thoughts and more just like them that had inspired her to make that phone call, inviting this man over to her house. All her female neighbours whispering and gossiping as they’d seen him head into her house. To them she’s just a Pornstar, nothing else. The World Championships, Back In Business Main Events, Trial by Fire matches, Mile High triumphs are all meaningless. All forgotten and replaced with her naked exploits on camera.
She’d wanted to escape into that identity.
Gabrielle the Pornstar has no pressure on her shoulders, unless someone is resting their hands there. Gabrielle the Pornstar doesn’t have to watch her back, its kind of hard too when someones yanking on her hair afterall. Gabrielle the Pornstar doesn’t have anything to prove, it's well known what she’s capable of. Gabrielle the Pornstar doesn’t have to fight her way back to her feet when she’s knocked down, she’s better off down there.
It was a carefree existence truth be told. Everything was done for her, all she had to do was be there. All she had to do was make a phone call and it wasn’t depressing thoughts buried deep in her head anymore…
He lets her catch her breath, smiling down at her for a moment as Gabrielle looks up into his eyes sweetly. He clutches a handful of her hair, holding her tightly as he leans over and grabs the camera off the tripod so he can show us what he see’s, a little POV. A naked Gabrielle laying in his lap with this huge smirk on her face, this playful but coyly dumb smile.
“No one sucks dick better than you Babe.” He exclaims.
Gabrielle’s smile grows wider as she licks her lips almost proudly, she is proud truth be told.
Gripping the camera in one hand and her hair in the other he guides her to resume what she was doing, which she eagerly does so. It's as he enters her again, that a moment of clarity enters her as well.
All that other stuff doesn’t matter. She’s not taking back power, or erasing that feeling of Princess Nova’s hand in her mouth, or anything like that. She’s not looking for a ‘win’, or fighting off any darkness. Perhaps this was true all along; but she’s simply having fun, she’s enjoying herself.
“Goooood Bimbo, take it all…”He grunts.
She does exactly that while looking up into the camera. You could say she does so greedily even. This isn’t an escape, this isn’t just something she’s good at, to replace something she had failed at. That could never be the case with Gabrielle. She’s a Warrior and a Whore. Known as much for her prowess in the ring as much as she’s known for her skill in bed (or on the couch). A reputation built over nearly two decades; when she’s coming at you, is it to punch you in the face, or too sit on your face?
She doesn’t have to do or be one or the other, she’s both. It wasn’t past failures that had ever broken her. It was separating the two sides of her existence, the two most carnal joys; fighting and fucking.
The likes, the comments, and the $$$ tips have flooded in quickly. You’ve already tipped her, and posted a lewd comment she’ll likely never bother to actually read. Her subscriptions are rising, as are the statements of people exclaiming “they knew her return to the FWA was just to generate a buzz for her adult career.
You’re five minutes into this video that goes on for another half an hour. You and hundreds of thousands, and eventually millions of others watching Gabrielle make another return. A return involving everything you want to see. Moving on past her oral activities, to taking it in other ways, and places. Different positions, different noises, different camera angles…all leading to the money shot.
Its as you watch her kneeling there, her caramel coating in turn coated in…other things as she grins blissfully and starts to tell the World how much fun she just had as her friend towers over her that you send her a hopefully witty DM; “How do you hold your breath so long? That's actually impressive. You could get a gig as a sword swallower.’”
Is it witty? Well, no, not really. But it's still probably better than most of the DM’s she gets. Well it was, until you follow it up with this: “I mean a real sword, not like a meat sword, not a dick.”
Then there’s this: “How sores your ass áfter that butt fucking?”
Yeah, that really wasn’t witty. But you sent it, and of all the DM’s she’ll be sent, why would she look at yours?
So you shower, brush your teeth, and then prepare to head to bed for the night. But it's just as you go to close up your laptop, that a notification pops up. A message from ‘Çaramel Gabrielle’. Çould it actually be?
You click on it, and she has replied. Or maybe it's whoever handles her account, it could actually be her. Is it? It is!
“LOL no. Sword swallowing seems scary, how do people do that?” Is her reply. You can't help but chuckle at this. This is the woman you’ve seen compete in three Trial by Fire matches, and Carnal Contendership matches. You’ve seen her take on no less than half a dozen guys at once earlier this year. You just watched her swallow a man sword effortlessly.
“It does seem scary. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty throat.”
It feels weird talking to Gabrielle like this, but you did just watch her in all her glory for the last 35 minutes or so. If for some reason you needed too you could describe her butthole to a Police sketch artist at this point.
“Exactly I need my throat, it takes enough of a battering.”
You cant help but wonder why she’s talking to you randomly of all people. Of all the people who have DM’d her in the last hour. She replied to your message. Maybe it was that witty. Or maybe she’s just bored now.
“So, what are you doing now?”
She replies pretty quickly: “Talking to you…” A photo then comes through, a selfie. She’s showered and gotten dressed in a nearly sheer nightie. There’s a radiant glow about her, and a much more pure smile on her face than you had seen from her earlier.
“Why me?”
“Why not?”
“That was incredible what you did before.” Shouldn’t have sent that, instant regret.
“It was a lot of fun, he always has a lot of stamina.”
Change the subject quick, the last thing you want to talk about is another man's sex stamina. “Its been incredible seeing you back in the FWA.”
There’s a long pause before she replies, like she’s taking her time with this response before sending it through. “I honestly thought I was done with Wrestling and would never step foot in the ring again. But nothing replaces that rush of stepping through the ropes into that ring.”
“Tough break in the Buddy Bowl, Eternal don't know who they’re messing with.”
“Don't worry, they’ll find out before long exactly who they’re dealing with and why they should never have opposed me.”
That was aggressive, and kind of hot too. “But you’ve got Kleio up first huh?”
“What's with all the cults in the FWA now? What happened with me gone? I wasn't gone that long really and all these girls have started cults. Though Kleio was in one before too though.”
“Yeah with Sully.” As soon as you send that message you regret it, its no secret that taking on Sully was the start of a spiral downwards for Gabrielle. She lost to him, lost all her confidence, became Broken, became desperate for any kind of success and ended up in porn. Watching her adult movies is a joy, but there’s always this little factoid in the back of your mind that she was never doing that stuff as her first choice.
“Yeah, Sully. Maybe I can exorcise some personal Demons this week then.”
“Give her hell.”
You keep chatting to Gabrielle for the rest of the night. Discussing her career, her life, and her ambitions in returning to the FWA…
Then you wake up with your Laptop on your chest. Oh damn! Did you fall asleep while chatting to her? You quickly fire it up, jump on Onlyfans and straight to her page. That video isn't at the top of the page. Then you check your DM’s nothing from her…in fact the last DM to Gabrielle is from months ago, not last night. What happened? A check across wrestling social media, no buzz about Gabrielle shooting a new Onlyfans scene.
It was all a dream.
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:35:53 GMT
Originally posted by BattleTank. “DEATHSWITCHGIVING” It is a crisp late-Autumn day in The Badlands Trailer Park as the overhead shot zooms in to four infamous men walking down one of the many different beaten paths The Badlands runs on. We pan in to see none other than “The Showman” Chris Crowe, his manager and best friend Crazy Harry, reigning FWA X Champion Tommy Bedlam, and his manager Rocco walking, searching for what appears to be the right trailer. “So, what kind of shit are we getting into tonight, boys?”Tommy Bedlam asks as he takes a sip of his Miller Lite beer can. “Rocco, you’re gonna love the two I’ve picked out. But we only have them for one hour, so they’re really just dinner guests.”Harry insinuates to Rocco that he’s scored some escorts for them to…well…escort them around a Thanksgiving dinner? Rocco is more than okay with the idea. “Harry, I trust your judgement more than anybody around. If you are pumped for them, then so am I!”Rocco says as he gives Harry a high five. Deathswitch is on fire right now, and the four men are more of a cohesive unit than ever before. Tommy is confused about a dinner guest, because he thought the crew were going to a bar, or a strip club, or a strip club that sells booze… “I didn’t want to tell you guys, but I promised my Aunt Mae that we would come over for a little get-together. It is Thanksgiving after all, and she’s really the only family I got left. Oh, and another thing. My Aunt Mae has over the people she plays cards with every Tuesday afternoon. So, we gotta try our best to be respectful. Now, I’m not telling you to act any differently than you usually do, but let’s make sure we read the room before anything else…”Harry runs up to each trailer, and in typical Harry fashion-instead of looking for the house number, he decides to peak into each trailer’s window to search for Aunt Mae. “Harry, I told you it’s the green trailer with black shutters.”Crowe says to Harry, who looks at Crowe a bit puzzled. “I’m looking for the two hookers right now. Not Aunt Mae’s house.”Harry jolts off and finds the two escorts he reached out to earlier on, as they are in an alley-way in between two sets of trailers. Rocco follows suit as Crowe and Bedlam continue walking ahead. “Big match on Fallout, buddy. I can’t wait to get into the ring with those two teams and flip the fucking switch on all of them…”Crowe says as he spits out a wad of tobacco juice on the dirt road…
“I fucking hate The Buddy System…not too fond of Eternal either, especially Keres…”Bedlam says as the entire reason he is in The Badlands today is to gear up for Deathswitch’s big match on Fallout against The Buddy System and Eternal. “That piece of shit Baxter has it coming, I can tell you that. Masquerading around with my fucking title the past year. I’m gonna remind him that North American title is on fucking loan until he sees me inside the ring.”Crowe and Bedlam crack open another round of beers as they continue to venture off down the beaten path. While Tommy is the reigning X Champion, Crowe is within reach of the North American Championship he never lost. However, standing in his way is a massive challenger on Big Bryan Bastard, a man who has held the title essentially since Crowe relinquished it in July of 2022. Suddenly, off in the distance, Crowe notices a green trailer with black shutters. “That’s it! That’s Aunt Mae’s house! C’mon, Tommy. Harry and Rocco will catch up eventually, I’m fucking hungry.”Crowe and Bedlam toss their beer cans aside, leaving them in eyesight so Harry and Rocco know which house to come to whenever they eventually catch up. Crowe and Tommy walk up the steps. Instead of knocking, Deathswitch decide to just let themselves in. As they enter, they are met by a host of people. This trailer looks more like a nice house on a cul-de-sac rather than a trailer park. Everybody is dressed up very nicely. There is elegant music playing in the background. These are high-end people, and for all of the years Crowe has lived in The Badlands, he has never seen or heard of anybody at this dinner…
“Damn, your Aunt must play in some big money games. Look at the fucking people in here.”Crowe looks over at Tommy and smiles. “Do you smell that fucking kitchen? We hit the jackpot tonight, my friend!”Crowe and Tommy help themselves into the kitchen, seamlessly transitioning into the line of people waiting for their buffet-style Thanksgiving dinner. After scooping heaping spoons of everything on the table, Crowe and Tommy find a place at the long dinner table. Across from Crowe and Tommy sits quite the odd couple. A man wearing a Rogue thermal shirt that is three sizes too tight, and a woman on the much heavier side. The odd couple stare at Crowe and Tommy like they don’t belong here. “Hi, I’m Chris. This is my friend Tommy. Pleasure to meet you.”The odd couple make a pass of the eyes at each other before putting on the fakest smiles you can ever imagine. “Hello. I’m Jerry. This is my lovely wife, Bryanna. With a ‘Y’. And these are our kids, Ethan and Princess.”Ethan and Princess are high-school age kids, both rocking the emo look to perfection. They both are dressed in all black and purple. Each kid has in air pods and are glued to their phones, shutting off the outside world. Tommy digs into his plate full of food before coming up for air. “Nice to meet you Jerry and Bryanna with a ‘Y’. This is some fucking spread, huh? Hey Bryanna with a y, did you try these fuckin potatoes yet?”Jerry and Bryanna are taken aback at the language used by Tommy. One thing that catches both Tommy and Crowe’s eyes (and ears) are the gold bracelets each Jerry and Bryanna are wearing. They clang against the table every time either of them uses their fork. “Oh, no. I am lactose intolerant. I brought my own special potatoes.”Crowe reaches across the table and puts his fork into Bryanna’s plate and helps himself to some of Bryanna’s potatoes. He tries them, and instantly spits them out. “They’re missing something...not creamy enough. Not enough milk, Bryanna with a y.”Crowe and Tommy share a look that both of them are about to go in for the kill on this couple… As a basket of bread is being passed around the table as Tommy and Crowe grab a handful of dinner rolls. Crowe passes the basket to Jerry, who quickly waves his hands. “Oh, no. I am gluten free. I brought my own special bread.”Crowe still hands Jerry the basket as Jerry quickly passes it along. “So, Chris and Tommy, what do you guys do for a living? Me, personally, I’m in Sales. I sell a brand-new energy drink. But if you really ask me, I’m into Crossfit. It’s my passion. There’s just something about setting a PR that is so satisfying…So is Bryanna.”Bryanna attempts to get a word out but before she can, Jerry cuts her off… “The energy drink I sell is called Eternal. It’s quite simple how it works. Say one of you guys gives me $500, and you can become a seller of the drink. You set your own hours. You are your own boss. You just have to chip in $3,000 at the end of every month for shipping and other costs. The rest is yours to keep”
“So, you’re telling me I give you $500, you give me a case of your cat piss, and then I’m stuck with it, and have to find another sucker to get my money back?”Tommy is onto Jerry as Crowe chimes in… “Sounds like the biggest fucking scam since Bryan Baxter being North American Champion, if you ask me…”Bryanna quickly changes the subject back… “What did you two say you do for a living?”
“We never did. We were interrupted.”Crowe fires back, but Tommy keeps the peace for now. He knows dessert is right around the corner and wants to make sure he gets first in line to grab some. “Well, Jerry, Bryanna with a y, me and my tag team partner here bust people’s fucking skulls in for a living. We’re pretty good at it, too…”Before Jerry or Bryanna can figure out a way to keep this conversation going, there is commotion at the front door… “WHAT’S UP MOTHERFUCKERS! SHOWMAN! TOMMY FUCKIN BEDLAM! WHERE YOU FUCKERS AT?”Harry and Rocco have emerged into the trailer with their beautiful (for Badlands standards) dates. “Harry! Rocco! C’mon back here. There is space next to Jerry and Bryanna with a y.”Harry and his friend, followed by Rocco and his friend, all scoot in next to Jerry and Bryanna, basically sitting on top of them. Jerry attempts to move down but his son Ethan, head buried in his phone, prevents him from moving his chair. “Hi Bryanna with a y. I’m Harry. This here is Candy.”Jerry and Bryanna are taken aback by the escort with Harry. They look at each other before looking in disgust at the two escorts. Candy is a red-head middle aged woman who shouldn’t be wearing the skin-tight dress she has on, as she is popping out of it all over the place. Candy has rose tattoos on her arms, and has on the cheapest perfume from The Badlands flower bed. She winks and waves to Jerry as the skin on her body is so wrinkled it is practically begging her to quit smoking. “And I’m Rocco. And this lovely lady is Paradise.”Paradise looks to be Candy’s twin sister, except she is blonde. “Hi honey. It is my pleasure. Always my pleasure.”Paradise says in her extremely raspy voice. Jerry likes what he sees and holds on an extra second to Paradise’s hand until Bryanna gives him the look of death. Crowe eyes up both ladies and gives Harry and Rocco the nod of approval. “So, as I was saying. Yesterday, at The Best Gym-yeah, that’s the name of my Crossfit gym. It’s Crossfit, so I don’t think you guys would understand the basics of it. We reach our personal best every day and write it on the board. Anyways, I was doing a burpee and threw out my shoulder. But it’s okay, I have on kinetic tape now."Jerry rolls up his Rogue thermal long sleeve to show off his kinetic tape, but half of it is stuck in his shirt. He presses it back down and continues to feel his oats. “We were doing a circuit. And I was hitting the very heavy sledgehammer against the tire…”Crowe cuts off Jerry to end this mundane story that nobody is listening to… “Sledgehammer! That’s what we should use on Fallout. Fuck, Tommy. A sledgehammer! Why didn’t we think of this, but this fuckwit did!”
“Ah, fuck, Showman! I can’t wait for Fallout. I can’t wait until you’re in the ring with Bryan Bastard. You’re gonna teach that fucking fraud a lesson!”Rocco is also excited for Fallout, but he is beyond hungry right now and motions for his crew to go and get some good dinner. “Jerry, Bryanna with a y, anybody want anything?”
“Oh, I shouldn’t have seconds. I’m starting a diet on Monday. I want to try to intermittent fast to get my anabolic rate up for Crossfit.”Bryanna with a y is trying, give her a break! Harry, Rocco, Candy and Paradise all come back with their plates full of food. Candy has a large glass of milk in her hand. As she goes to sit, her six-inch heel gets caught in the rug and she trips forward, as the milk from her glass goes flying through the air, right onto Bryanna!
“OH NO! FUCK! BRYANNA WITH A Y! NOT THE MILK!”Tommy shouts out… “Candy, she’s lactose intolerant. She can’t have any milk on her, she might die!…but where in the fuck did you find the milk? I was looking everywhere for it!”Crowe follows up, mad he couldn’t find the milk. Jerry quickly helps sop up the milk from Bryanna’s hair and lap. Jerry and Bryanna get up from their seat as Bryanna wipes the milk off of her. Jerry is very mad, and whispers to Bryanna as he helps her clean up. “These people are inhumane! I don’t know who invited them, but I’m going to have to have a serious talk with some of our dinner guests. This is a freak show, it’s not a proper Thanksgiving meal! Wait until I tell everybody at Crossfit about this one!”The odd couple turns back around and sits down at the table. Candy waves in an apologetic manner as Bryanna smiles. Tommy and Crowe pull out a pack of Marlboro Red cigarettes and each light one up. “Oh, could you please put that out. That’s not appropriate etiquette for this dinner table.”Bryanna says in a very stern, mother-in-law busting your balls type manner…
“Sorry Bryanna with a y. I like to smoke when I drink…”Tommy says as Paradise pulls out a bottle of Southern Comfort, pouring it around for everybody to have a nice drink. “You know what, guys. Pour me one. It’s Thanksgiving. I haven’t had a drink in quite some time, but it will make for a fun story to tell everyone about at Crossfit.”
“Hey, Jimmy. You gonna eat that bread? No? Pass it down here to Mama!”Paradise says to Jerry as he passes her his gluten-free bread. Paradise takes a big bite and immediately makes a face. “Why is this fucking bread so dry, Jimmy? It feels like I’m eating cardboard.”
“Well, Paradise, honey, that’s gluten-free bread…”Before Jerry can finish, Paradise begins to choke on the bread. “Oh fuck! Paradise! She’s choking! Somebody help! Quick!”Harry shouts out. Rocco goes behind Paradise and begins to thrust as hard as he can. Thrust after thrust after thrust. Some may call it the Heimlich, some may call it getting his money’s worth… At the same exact time, Rocco lets out an animalistic roar as Paradise spits out the bread…and her dentures…which fly right into Jerry’s glass of Southern Comfort! “Holy shit, Rocco! You did it! You saved her life!”Harry shouts as Crowe and Tommy are on the floor laughing, but not from the “Heimlich” maneuver or Paradise’s dentures flying into Jerry’s glass of Southern Comfort… “Now that’s enough! I can’t believe you people! Who in their right minds would invite you animals over to this proper supper?”Rocco, face red from the “Heimlich”, sits back down and lights up a cigarette. “I’m starting to get the feeling that you don’t fucking like us, Bryanna with a y!”
“YEAH! Why don’t you like us? What’s so different about us?”
“We’re actually better than you. Your whole family is full of fucking losers! Your husband runs a fucking ponzi scheme with energy drinks and has crossfit orgies. You can’t drink milk. He can’t eat bread! You’re everything wrong with the world outside of The Badlands! You two sure as hell aren’t from The Badlands!”Crowe and Tommy stand up from their seats, as the other side conversations stop at a standstill. “Who the fuck even are you people down there? Who invited you?”A voice from the other side of the table shouts. At this point, it doesn’t matter who said it, or who invited who… “Yeah! Who invited the hookers? This is a formal gathering! We don't condone such filth behavior at this type of soiree...”Another well-spoken man shouts… “We’re fucking DEATHSWITCH! And we’re leaving! We’re gonna go somewhere that we’re appreciated!”Crowe and Tommy are half way out the door as Harry shouts before racing into the kitchen… “Damn right! Heels Up! Here we come!”Harry barrels over a few dinner guests before grabbing the rest of the turkey in its tray as he dashes out the door. He catches up to the rest of the crew. “No, really, guys. We gotta go back to Heels Up. I don’t have enough money to pay Candy and Paradise another hour!”Harry shouts as he tries to hold his pants up with one hand, turkey in the other. The crew soon clears the trailer where the eventful Thanksgiving took place. “Well, that was something. Fucking losers. Jerry and Bryanna with a y. Ethan and Princess. Eternal Energy drink. Fuck it all. They’re not Deathswitch, that’s for sure…Hey, Showman, did you even get to say hello to your Aunt?”Crowe stops in his tracks to think about his Aunt Mae… “Come to think of it…no, I didn’t. But she sure plays cards with some assholes!”The crew continue down the street, heading to Heels Up- the Badlands one and only Gentlemen’s Establishment. Before they go any further, Crowe has to stop and take a piss. As Crowe begins to pee, he looks into the window of the trailer he is pissing up against. “What? No fucking way!”Crowe shouts as he finishes up his business. “What? That can’t be her…Fuck!”The rest of the crew head up towards the trailer as Crowe looks into the window. A small, elderly woman is doing the dishes as her old friends sit around the table, shuffling a deck of cards. They all look full from a nice Thanksgiving meal… “There’s Aunt Mae!”
“Fuck yeah, Aunt Mae!...Aunt Mae?”
“If that’s Aunt Mae, and this is Aunt Mae’s trailer that we’re up against looking through her window about to give this old woman a heart attack…then where the fuck were we in the first place?”Crowe shrugs his shoulders and lets out a loud laugh. “I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA!”The crew all howl out in laughter as they’ve all come to the realization that they simply went to the wrong trailer, had Thanksgiving with the wrong family, and then took the wrong family’s turkey. “That’s the fucking Badlands for ya, Rocco!”Tommy says to Rocco as Rocco shakes his head. Rocco pats Tommy on the back…
“I could get used to this shit.”Tommy nods his head as he takes a sip from his flask… “Me too, Rocco. Me too.”
“HEELS UP! HERE WE COME!”Harry shouts…
“DEATHSWITCH BABY! NOTHING LIKE IT!”Crowe shouts, feeling the camaraderie, knowing full well that he and his friends are firing on all cylinders, just days away from their big tag team match on Fallout. “It is no longer Thanksgiving fellas. We just made it DEATHSWITCHGIVING!”The crew continue up the road as the pink neon high heel for Heels Up is within reach. Deathswitch may have gone to the wrong Thanksgiving dinner, but they learned a very valuable lesson. They are different. They do and say things that other people like Jerry, Bryanna with a y, Ethan and Princess would scoff at… That’s what makes them so unique…
That’s what makes them so unstoppable inside the squared circle…
That’s what makes them…
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:36:23 GMT
Originally posted by Death Walker. In_A_Place_Where_Thanks_Is_Given.mp4{"The Joy by Watch The Throne"}[MEDIA=youtube]0hLqKJ40yg8[/MEDIA]
The Curtis Mayfield sample welcomes tonight's guests…
In darkness, Death Walker steps into the emptiness… out of thin air. He immediately goes into action, moving frantically from a couple of steps to another. At first, it's not clear what's going on but his concentration is on whatever task at hand. Which is kind of funny since he seems to be holding things in his hands but nothing is visibly there. Strange… or maybe not, this is Death Walker’s life after all. He’s still in his usual attire, bare chest with his black ripped jeans, black hand wraps and black boots. The camera begins to revolve around him as he works at whatever. And in seconds, things begin to appear from nowhere… one after another. Starting with The Dark Traveler now wearing a black apron and black chef's hat with his outfit. Then at random, different pieces of decor fade right into the open space.
The beautiful chords from musical instruments fill up the area while rap lyrics from Kanye West and Jay-Z make for a more warm, serene atmosphere. One that no one would ever expect from the demon…
“Hmmm… now where's that basil? Ahh I got it right here.”
Death hums to the melody as a double bowl sink, walls, countertops, backsplashes, kitchen island, cabinets, drawers and an electric stove all materialized into the black surroundings. It all comes together like magic… perhaps even dark magic. Meanwhile whipping up a full course meal in this now visible kitchen, Death spouted another remark…
“Oh hey, I’m just trying to spice things up here. What did I do with the black pepper? It waaaaaasss… oh there it is!”
He picks up the little tin can and shakes it over a stainless steel stock pot. Inside this pot, basil and black pepper stays afloat a deep red substance until Walker takes a large spoon to them. Stirring up the ingredients in the red sauce or soup, Death takes this moment to address a few things…
“Ahhh… another wholesome tradition for the season, am I right?”
The demonic hybrid raises his demon face from the pot and walks over to the kitchen island. Here he looks straight into the camera…
“Greetings, my dark hearted ones. I’m just preparing a feast to feed an army. But let's not have that distract us from these important matters that I have come across recently. First… let's set the mood…”
He snaps his fingers and a decorative yet disturbing festive graphic becomes a border for the full frame. With bloody entrails acting as garland, several eyeballs and a few humanlike hearts hooked along like ornaments, especially in all four corners. Draped and wrapped around the entrails are red and white lights to give that holiday spirit with a touch of hysteria.
“Mmm mmm mmm… okay, I know what you're thinking…”
He stares directly at the camera while breathing in silence for some seconds. Then continue with his witty rant…
“...‘Why is Death Walker recording a holiday special at a time where he should be more concerned with his upcoming matches?’ And you're right! You are all right to ask that and I should be. So… I am. Don't let this particular moment change the fact that I have my mind on breaking Gerald Grayson and scattering his remains over the world. But for now, that'll have to wait as I have another soul to attend to.”
Standing straight up, Death’s apron shows a demon skull and crossbones and underneath that is the common phrase, “Kiss The Chef”. But there's been a slight adjustment, the word ‘chef’ is crossed out in red lines and stitched below in red letters, ‘Death Walker’. Death Walker signals to wait a minute as he digs in both pockets with what looks like bloodied hands. He pulls out a piece of paper with something written on it and opens it up to read it.
“Oh yeah! Madison Gray! Wait… why did I need to write this down?! Ohhh… Gray, Grayson. I know that you can see the confusion with that but anyhow… it is time to put you to the test, Young Lioness. It has been almost a year since we’ve last encountered one another. We even teamed together, Do you remember that? Yeah, that was a fun time coming in brand spanking new to FWA. However, this is the first time that we have faced one another in a one on one match. And I would have thought that what you witnessed from me earlier in your career, would've deterred your efforts to go against me but here we are. So your test will begin this next episode of Fallout and I’m not going to take it easy with you. Tensions are rising… Winter Wasteland is getting closer, there's no more time to delay the undeniable truths. You have a Blake Taylor problem, I’ve made issues with Gerald Grayson and things have gotten worse after everything I have done in previous weeks. Madison… I can't tell you what to do but I can advise you. Because when I saw you make your debut in FWA, I knew that you might have what it takes to be the badass you’ve dreamed of.”
Remember that he was cooking dinner, The Dark Traveler glides back over to the stove and stirs whatever is in the big pot. He takes a finger, dips it into the red stuff, lifts his mask and tastes his finger.
“Mmmmm a bit spicy! I’m loving it. Where was I? Ahhh, the word of advice! AND THAT WORD IS… Try. Try your best to stop me because I can promise you this is not a good time to be an obstacle on my trail. I am fuckin’ determined on taking care of my business and in order to get to that. I must put you down before I head to Winter Wasteland. Keep your focus on me, stick to your strategy and just maybe you'll have a worthy shot at beating me and saving your sweet, sweet Laramie.”
Our cook then goes over to the oven and opens its door before peeking inside.
“Ooooooohhh I’m so excited!”
Death jumps around with joy like a kid waiting to play with their new toy.
“Oh this is the part where I should be done talking. Probably do one of my 'illusions’ as some think they are. But this time, I just wanted to do something different. Tonight… I just wanted to enjoy a great meal… with my family.”
The pride in his usual deep voice is recognized and he might even be smiling from ear to ear under his demon mask.
“Back to the show…”
Death walks back to the island and slowly pulls out a butcher knife.
“Let's get to chopping, shall we? Okay!”
Without a moment to spare, the demon takes the knife and pushes down on something hard with it. And well…
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH AAAHHHHHH!!! SON OF A BITCH!!”
He holds up a gory mess of a hand but his scream… his scream turns into his maniacal laughter. Why is that? Insanity has a funny way of working wonders… if it works in your favor.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Did you? I cut? I’m that careless and stupid?! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
After wiping off the unharmed hand and removing his mask, Walker takes a bite of what looked like his own finger.
“Yummy, yummy, yummy… what?! It’s a carrot! Look… and this beautiful redness is my very own cranberry dipping sauce. You all should really try this, it's soooooo good.”
Even with his true face covered in his war paint, Death finds himself smiling wide. Suddenly, smoke spreads across the kitchen from where the stove oven is.
“Uh oh! Something's smoking! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
He takes his time going back to the smoking oven, turns the burner for the pot of red goop. Then opens the oven door and more black smoke fills up the kitchen. So much that it obscures the view of the camera and the operator can be heard choking off this hazardous smoke.
“Talk about cookin’ your goose! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
Getting all up into the lens of the video camera, a smiling Death Walker requests that you follow him into the next room in this all black space.
“Come on, come on. Let's not keep company waiting.”
Death dashes through the doorless frame and the camera person follows him into a “room” with nothing.
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Just a lot of dining tables and his hooded freaks, the Terrors of Darkness. They all have the regular faces hidden with black full face masks which cover their identities. To their right of where they sit at these tables is something big covered with black cloths. Other than some grumblings amongst them, the disciples of all ages and sizes patiently await their dinner. Walker reappears with the stock pot and sets it onto the closest table.“Dinner is served! Come and get it, my family.”
One by one, each member comes up for their bowl of red stuff. And to save time, there was already a stock pot at the end of each table including the kids’ tables. Once everyone has been served and their deranged leader is ready, he makes the following statements…
“Finally! My children… brothers… and sisters… both young and old, we have made it to this point. Creating a footprint, deep and permanent… in the company known as… Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. We have so much more to do whether in the world of wrestling or in the real world. You all sit here under my own directive and as such, it is time to give your thanks… But we don't do anything normal here… So before we feast, you all will give thanks… TO ME! UNDERSTOOD?” All members: “YES, MY LORD!”
Death gives a smirk and nod in a pleased manner while looking over his followers.
“So who will be first? Stand and let your voice be heard among us!”
Almost immediately, one of his members stands up and confidently gives his thanks.
Terror #1: “MY LORD! YOU HAVE GIVEN ME A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE! YOU HAVE PROVIDED ME WITH A LIFE BETTER THAN ANY I’VE EVER KNOWN! ON THIS DAY AND EVERYDAY, I GIVE THANKS TO YOU, DEATH WALKER! My Lord!”
Then another member stands up and she shouts her praise as well.
Terror #2: “MY LORD! YOU SAVED ME AND MY CHILDREN FROM A LIFE OF POVERTY! I NO LONGER WORRY ABOUT THE PRESSURES OF THIS WORLD! YOU GIVEN US A HOME AND A NEW FAMILY WHO NOT ONLY CARES FOR US BUT PROTECT US! FOR THIS… I GIVE YOU OUR THANKS! My Lord!”
Death Walker responds to her with a humble nod and then another member stands up but one of the little ones.
Terror #3: “MY LORD! YOU… umm… YOU… YOU GAVE ME A BUNCH OF COOL CLOTHES AND… umm… uh, COOL TOYS… OH AND COOL FRIENDS TOO! THANKS, MR. DEATH WALKER! I mean thanks, My Lord!”
Taking a seat on his throne, Death looks around his devoted disciples.
Terror #4: “MY LORD! I WAS ONCE… TERMINALLY ILL… WITH LIMITED TIME LEFT AND NO WAY OF EVER SURVIVING! I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT WITH YOUR… WITCHCRAFT, I-” “You mean dark powers, old soul.” Terror #4: “Uh yeah, dark magic… But uh anyways, YOU HEALED ME AND THE MAN I AM TONIGHT IS THE MAN THAT I REMEMBER BEING IN MY YOUTH! I AM SMART! I AM STRONG! I AM A TERROR OF DARKNESS! LONG LIVE OUR DEATH WALKER! Thank you, My Lord!”
The revelation makes everyone cheer and rally for more. Hearing and seeing the appreciation from his flock, The Dark Traveler stands up on his feet and gives his next orders.
“At this very moment, I need you all to remove your black masks… raise your bowls… and drink the bl- uhh, the juice. Yeah our special juice, as your final commitment to this cause and no other.”
This takes a minute for them all but when they all are done, The Death Walker makes an announcement as the last part of this celebratory supper.
“There's just one last thing that I ask of you tonight. To the right of your bowls is something hidden under black cloths. Remove those cloths and receive your reward.”
Some grumbles develop over the masses as they remove their cloths and unveil… their very own demon masks. Quite similar to their leader's but theirs has elastic straps and isn't a full mask as it only covers the front of a person’s face.
“Make sure you wear those over your black masks, my grateful terrors.”
And this riles up the Terrors of Darkness again…
All members: “THANK YOU, LORD! THANK YOU, LORD! THANK YOU, LORD! THANK YOU, LORD! THANK YOU, LORD! THANK YOU, LORD! THANK YOU, LORD!”
The monster gives a low growl while smirking then sighs deep…
“Now this is what I call… soul food! Mmmmmmm!”
The scene fades out into darkness…
“Ah, damn it! I forgot to give them the recipe… Oh well, there's always next year! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! HOPE YOU GAVE THANKS… or else, you're going to have to pay… for your sins.” {"Soul Food by Fabolous & Jadakiss"}[MEDIA=youtube]aq4gWNcR_sc[/MEDIA] |
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:36:59 GMT
Originally posted by Sully. A Basic Interview Promo
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FWA's Television Champion Kleio De Santos is sitting in a chair backstage. She is about to be interviewed ahead of her match against Gabrielle Montgomery. It's a big moment for Kleio, being that she quite enjoys her interview time. This one has been set up carefully. It's almost as official as it could get.
But sitting across from her is none other than FWA's fall intern Jacob Slyvis.
Jake is dressed to the nines, but he looks nervous as he's tapping his leather loafer against the floor.
Kleio sits across from him with her TV title draped over her shoulder, and she's growing more impatient by the minute. Finally, the camera man gives the signal, and it's a go.
Jacob Slyvis: Hi- er, I mean good evening! I am Jacob Slyvis. I um, for the last couple of months I've been, er...behind the scenes with the FWA, interning and all. And finally, I have earned my first interview. I am sitting here today with Kleio De Santos!
Suddenly, Jake looks past the cameras. That's where he sees The Coven's own Blair and Celestia Ravenwood. Blair slides her finger across her neck in a cut throat sort of gesture, as Jake gulps.
He thinks back to how he ended up in this situation.
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Back in late August, Jake sat nervously in front of an FWA great...Kurt Harrington.
Kurt sat across from the young college Senior, studying him.
Kurt Harrington: So...you want to work in this business do you?
Jacob Slyvis: Uh, no sir...not really. I actually want to be a sports broadcaster.
Kurt Harrington: This is sports.
Jacob Slyvis: Oh, er...I mean like...baseball or something.
Kurt Harrington: I see. Well, whatever the case, you're here now. That means you work for me. You do what I say, you do what I do. By the end of your semester you're going to be an expert. Now, I don't do a whole lot on screen nowadays, but I know a lot about this business, and I'm going to teach you everything I know.
Jacob Sylvis: That sounds great sir. I'm looking forward to it...um...I do want to say, that my professor told me I have a final project I have to work on. I guess I have to do one interview of my own by the end of the semester. It could be you, or like a janitor or something, I just have to interview someone.
Kurt Harrington: That won't be a problem. I'll make sure you get a great opportunity.
Jacob was excited. A great opportunity?
Maybe he'd get to interview a wrestler? Chris Peacock maybe? Jeremy Best? The possibilities all went through his head.
Little did he know, he had nothing to be excited about.
********
The semester soon flew by, and Jacob...like any college student, put off his final project until the last minute. It was Kurt Harrington who remembered it in fact, and surprised Jacob when he told him the good news.
He'd be interviewing Kleio De Santos.
Kurt Harrington: You better start preparing.
Jacob Slyvis: Preparing?
Kurt Harrington: Yeah, do you think we just go out there and ask questions off the top of our heads? No, being an interviewer requires a lot of prep and research. You have to know who you're interviewing, develop questions based on that. You're ready, you can do this...
Jacob Slyvis: Aw jeez...
Kurt Harrington: But keep in mind, you're not just interviewing random pedestrians on the street. These wrestlers...they are...hard to predict. You have to be careful. One wrong question and the whole thing could turn ugly.
Jacob Slyvis: Great.
And so, Jacob began to prepare.
Who knew that being an interviewer required so much work. How was he ever going to prepare for an interview with Kleio De Santos?
The entire semester he hadn't even been paying attention to what was going on in the FWA. Now he has to do an interview. He is screwed. And to make matters worse, this final project was worth about half his grade.
He took a deep breath. He knew what to do...he'd ask his brother at Thanksgiving. His brother actually watched the FWA. He was one of those die hard fans. If anyone knows Kleio De Santos, it was him.
********
That Thanksgiving, Jacob couldn't even focus on eating any turkey. He was too worried about this final project, this interview. He had to interview FWA's Kleio De Santos, and he knew nothing about her.
But luckily, his brother John did.
Once the eating was over, Jacob joined his older brother John in the living room.
Jacob Slyvis: So, Johnny...I have to do an interview for my final project, and well...I have to interview Kleio De Santos.
John's eyes grew wide.
John Sylvis: You get to interview the Telivision Champ? Wow you are so lucky!
Jake chuckled at the irony.
Jacob Slyvis: Well, that's the thing, I know nothing about her...
John Slyvis: Well, first of all...she's the leader of this stable called The Coven. The four of them all have titles right now, and well then there's Ethel but she's just a manager. Kleio though is the big boss. You've got a few avenues to take for questions. You could talk about her upcoming TV title match. She's facing Brooklyn Steiner and Jack The Clipper at Winter Wasteland. OR...or you could talk about her upcoming match. She's facing Gabrielle.
Jacob Sylvis: Ah, yes tell me about Gabrielle.
John Sylvis: Well, this match is interesting. Because you see, Gabrielle was actually Kleio's coach on Ground Zero Season 2. They also fought, very early on in Kleio's career, and Gabby won. But, well...a lot of time has passed since then. You can totally grill Kleio on that, shake her up a little bit.
Jacob Slyvis: Shake her up?
John Slyvis: Yeah, look every great interview gets heated. You want to make your mark right? You've got to ask some pressing questions. Get Kleio to unravel.
Jacob Slyvis: Hmm, I like the way you think.
Jake began writing everything down.
He was taking notes. This was all great stuff.
By the end of the evening, he had a whole list of questions prepared.
He was ready to go.
********
It was now the night before the big interview.
Jacob had done a lot of prep work, and believe it or not, he was quite proud of the interview that he put together. He did what John said, and he wrote up some pretty good questions to hit Kleio with.
He thought about what Kurt said too, about being careful with their egos, but this was Jacob's moment to make history. He was going to be on TV, he was going to interview a wrestler, and he was going to make it memorable.
He laid his head on his hotel pillow, barely able to fall asleep with all the butterflies and nervousness.
But he did.
Not for long, however. He awoke to a dark shadow in the corner of his hotel room.
He jumped up and turned the light on, to reveal two members of The Coven standing right there in front of him.
Blair Ravenwood: Hey there little boy.
Jacob gasped, as he falls out of bad at the sight of the witch.
Celestia chuckles as she walks around the bed and corners Jacob up against the hotel's air condition. Blair then jumps on the bed and crawls onit towards Jacob. Soon enough, the two women have him cornered with nowhere to go.
Celestia Ravenwood: Why so scared? Haven't you ever had some pretty girls in your hotel room before?
Jacob can't find his voice, as the the Ravenwood sisters just giggle at him.
Blair Ravenwood: I heard little intern boy gets to do an interview. I guess he worked his way up from filling all those coffee orders, and shining Kurt's shoes huh sister?
Celestia laughs.
Celestia Ravenwood: I guess so! He must have been a very smart student.
Blair Ravenwood: Well, of course he's smart sister. He picked our Kleio to interview!
Celestia Ravenwood: You get to interview The Witch Queen!
Blair and Celestia clap away and give praise to Jacob, who's still scared out of his mind.
Blair Ravenwood: Interviewing Kleio will be such an honor for you.
Celestia Ravenwood: I'm so excited for you, but also nervous.
Blair Ravenwood: Oh yes, very nervous.
Jacob finally swallows and speaks up.
Jacob Slyvis: Nervous?
Blair Ravenwood: Oh yes. We're very nervous for you!
Celestia Ravenwood: Oh I'm sure he'll do fine! I'm sure he has all sorts of great questions for Kleio.
Blair's mood suddenly shifts from upbeat to serious.
Blair Ravenwood: Great...questions.
Jacob quickly and nervously answers.
Jacob Sylvis: Y-yes. I have great questions, nothing but the best for Kleio.
Blair Ravenwood looks at Jacob's notebook sitting on the table.
Blair Ravenwood: Are they in here?
Jacob Slyvis: Uh...
Blair Ravenwood tosses the book to Celestia, who then lights it on fire with her fingers!
Jacob's face turns white.
Hours of work.
Gone.
Blair Ravenwood: Don't worry about those questions Jakey. We have questions for you to ask instead.
Blair throws a handful of index cards at Jacob. He doesn't catch them as the fall onto the floor in front of him.
Celestia Ravenwood: You're going to ask those questions. You're going to give Kleio a great interview, and then you're going to get a good grade.
Blair Ravenwood: And if you don't...well, we'll turn you into a rabbit!
Celestia Ravenwood: Just the questions part...we don't actually care if you get a good grade.
Blair Ravenwood: No Celestia, I do. He better get at least a B. Or it's rabbit time.
Tears fall down Jacob's face.
This whole interview thing just got a lot more complicated.
********
Jake walked onto the interview site backstage. He would've been excited to see such a cool setup. Kurt went out of his way to make everything perfect to Jake.
And yet, he wasn't enjoying himself.
Despite his fancy little suit, his microphone, and the elaborate set, he was nervous.
He held the index cards that the Ravenwood sisters gave him in his hand. He went through the questions already, and they all were terrible. It was nothing like the interview he had planned for Kleio.
Soon enough, Kleio came in the room. And The Ravenwood sisters were behind her.
Kleio smiled at Jake and shaked his hands, as Blair and Celestia both stared daggers into him with their eyes.
Kleio sat down in one of the chairs and put her TV title over her shoulder. It was clear she was proud of that title, something John and he went over extensively. He had all sorts of questions he was going to bring up about how jealous she was when the rest of The Coven won the Trios Championships, but none of that was on the index cards he was given.
The camera man gave the green light to go.
Jacob gulped.
It was time.
Jacob Slyvis: Hi- er, I mean good evening! I am Jacob Slyvis. I um, for the last couple of months I've been, er...behind the scenes with the FWA, interning and all. And finally, I have earned my first interview. I am sitting here today with Kleio De Santos!
Suddenly, Jake looks past the cameras. That's where he sees The Coven's own Blair and Celestia Ravenwood. Blair slides her finger across her neck in a cut throat sort of gesture, as Jake gulps.
He wanted to run out right then and there.
Instead he looked down at the cards again.
Jacob Slyvis: So, Kleio...how does it feel to finally be a champion in the FWA?
Kleio smiles as she answers the question.
Kleio De Santos: It feels great Jacob. Like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. I felt like I spent my entire career trying to prove myself, and now it's like I don't have to anymore. Since my season of Ground Zero ended I had to watch my castmates all go on to have more success than me. Chris Peacock, Konchu Hao, Reagan Cole, Lizzie Rose...I held so much resentment in for so long. And now? Now I've let it go.
Jacob Slyvis: It's funny that you mention Ground Zero, because...you're set to face your coach from Ground Zero aren't you? Gabrielle?
Kleio De Santos: Yes that's right. I have a lot of respect for Gabrielle, she's a legend in this business. I faced her a couple years ago, and lost. That's when I was a rookie. But I'm stronger now, and I'm looking forward to getting back in the ring with her.
Suddenly, Jacob looks at the cards. And then tosses them away.
He doesn't know where he got the sudden sense of courage.
But he wasn't going to get bullied by the Ravenwood sisters.
No, he was going to give a good damn interview.
Jacob Slyvis: So, tell me this...you say you've let the resentment go about all your castmates winning titles before you. Have you let the resentment go from Gabrielle choosing to mentor Lizzie Rose over you?
Kleio is taken aback.
She wasn't expecting that question.
Blair and Celestia look nervous. "Uh oh, he's going off script" Celestia whispers to an angry Blair who clenches her fist.
Kleio De Santos: Well, uh...
Jacob Slyvis: That is what happened right? Gabrielle picked Lizzie over you?
Kleio begins to get angry now.
Kleio De Santos: No, it isn't. I wasn't pickable. Lizzie Rose clung to Gabby, and Gabby being the manipulative leach that she is let her. Lizzie needed a mommy to guide her and keep her safe, and Gabby needed someone to feed into her narcissistic ego.
Jacob Slyvis: Huh, interesting. So, wouldn't you agree that...what Lizzie Rose was to Gabrielle, you were to Saint Sully?
Kleio De Santos: No! I wouldn't agree to that. I walked away from Sully. In fact, Saint Sully has nothing to do with this match. And I'll tell you this, if Gabrielle wants to still associate me with that guy, then she is in for a rude awakening. Because I am not the same Kleio De Santos that she beat two years ago.
Gabby, a lot has changed since you left.
I'm not a follower, not like your Lizzie Rose.
I am a leader. I lead the most powerful stable in the FWA. The Coven is stronger than anything you've ever been apart of. Executive Excellence? We'd tear apart whatever era of that shitty stable you put in front of us.
You're washed up. That's the issue with you, and Sully, and Cyrus Truth, and every other old veteran who doesn't realize it's their time to go. You've had to of noticed...that era of Ground Zero was special. Look at the talent that it's left. Me, Chris Peacock, Konchu Hao...this is a new generation
So go ahead. Try and comeback yet again.
It's going to end the same way all of your comebacks have ended.
With you unable to win, and getting exposed for the washed up wretch that you are. Then you'll have a tantrum and quit, and runaway...then I'm sure give it a solid six months, and you'll come back again. Rinse and repeat until finally the menopause kicks in, and you can then accept the fact that the era of Gabrielle Montgomery has long long been over.
It's my era now.
The era of The Coven.
With that, Kleio rips off her mic. And walks off set.
Jacob seems quite proud of himself.
He did what he said he'd do.
But then there's instant regret...as an angry Blair Ravenwood walks towards him.
********
Sometime after the show, Blair and Celestia are walking backstage.
Their friend and fellow Coven member Trixie comes upon them.
Trixie Bourdeux: Hi guys! OH MY GOD IS THAT A BUNNY
Blair and Celestia look at each other and smile.
Blair Ravenwood: Yes Trixie...it is.
Celestia Ravenwood: We thought you deserved a pet.
Blair hands the bunny over to Trixie, who hugs it dearly.
Trixie Bourdeux: This is the best day of my life! I'm going to love it forever.
Trixie gives the rabbit another big hug, as the fear in the poor Bunny's eyes grow larger than ever.
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XXXVI: “FWA for the PCRF.”
Live from the Palestine Stadium in Gaza City, Palestine.
Thursday 30th November, 2023.
Rod Sterling: “It’s Thursday night somewhere! You know what that means!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Episode Thirty-Six, Rod!! Square number! LET’S GO!”
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There’s a loud pop around the arena as Gerald Grayson bounds onto the stage, all smiles for his adoring fans despite the tough time he’s been having as of later. He slaps hands with the fans along the front row as he makes his way down the ramp.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following is your Meltdown XXXVI opening contest, scheduled for one-fall and with a twenty minute limit. Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… he hails from Raleigh in North Carolina… ‘the Daredevil’... GERALD… GRAYSON!!"
Rod Sterling: "Here comes Gerald Grayson to kick things off here in Gaza City, and he will doubtlessly be looking over his shoulder for the man that has been plaguing him over the past few weeks."
Anzu Kurosawa: "You talking about Death Walker, Rod? I’m not sure we can call him just a man... but I agree with the looking over the shoulder part, which will make this one-on-one match more difficult for Grayson to contend with."
Rod Sterling: "And it’s already difficult enough as it is, with the Daredevil going up against one of the most impressive of the FWA’s most recent intake."
As if on cue, Grayson’s music fades out as Sterling speaks and is quickly replaced by…
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The reaction continues to be positive for Brooklyn Steiner, who walks onto the stage with a confident look on his face. He locks eyes with his opponent in the ring before marching down the ramp towards him.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: "And his opponent… from New York City, New York… he weighs in tonight at two hundred and five pounds… This… Is… BROOKLYN STEINER!!"
Rod Sterling: "Steiner has been impressive since his recent debut here in the FWA, earning himself a championship shot at Winter Wasteland, where he - along with Jack the Clipper - will challenge Kleio De Santos for the Television Championship."
Anzu Kurosawa: "Brooklyn Steiner earned his way into that match, both through his impressive performances and, more specifically, a victory over Vengador which sealed his place in that triple threat. It’s important he doesn’t allow his momentum to stall here at the final hurdle before Winter Wasteland."
Brooklyn is in the ring, a look of focus on his face as he eyes up Gerald Grayson from across the ring. The official conducts his final checks and, when content that we’re good to go, he calls for the bell…
FIRST MATCH || 1/20.
Brooklyn Steiner vs. Gerald Grayson.
Singles Match.
Match writer: SS.
<< 00:00. >>
As one might expect, this match starts off at break-neck speed, with both men hitting the ropes early and often but the other evading the worst of their attacks. That is until Grayson lands on the apron after being lifted up and over the top rope with a back body drop, with the Daredevil coming back into the ring with a springboard forearm that takes Steiner off his feet. Only momentarily, though, with Brooklyn quickly back to his feet, only to be backed into the corner by alternating forearm strikes and overhand chops. Steiner is Irish whipped into the corner, but he evades Grayson’s attempted lariat, hits the opposite ropes, springboards off the second one, and connects with a dropkick!
Rod Sterling: "A frenetic pace to kick us off here on Meltdown XXXVI, with both men giving us a little sample of their aerial ability."
Anzu Kurosawa: "I think that sample left a sour taste in Gerald Grayson’s mouth, with the Daredevil rolling beneath the bottom rope for some respite."
Indeed, GG seems to be looking for a deep breath, but Steiner is already in motion, hitting the opposite set of ropes before propelling himself into Grayson with a tope suicida!! Steiner is back to his feet to much applause from the audience, and continues to take it to his opponent on the outside…
***
<< 05:49. >>
Brooklyn has pressed his advantage after a lengthy period on the outside, followed by a stretch where he works over Gerald’s left leg with a series of holds. We rejoin the match with Grayson stretching out for the ropes with his fingertips, Steiner with a single-leg Boston crab cinched in deeply. GG seems only millimetres away… but then Steiner drags him into the centre of the ring and hooks on an STF! The crowd applaud the transition, with the only person in the arena not impressed being Gerald Grayson, who can do little more than scream out in agony.
Rod Sterling: "Gerald Grayson is in a dangerous spot here…"
Anzu Kurosawa: "He has been for a while! It’s just been one big submission bonanza from Brooklyn Steiner over the past few minutes! I’d be impressed if the bastard didn’t steal my entrance music."
Grayson looks for a moment as though he’s about to give in, but soon his outstretched hand clenches into a fist and resolution spreads across his face… before he crawls and inches his way back to the ropes! He hooks onto the bottom one with outstretched fingertips. The official enforces a break and Grayson instantly rolls under the bottom rope, getting up to his feet gingerly on the apron. Brooklyn already knows his next move, though, charging into the adjacent corner…
Rod Sterling: "Brooklyn Steiner goes for a triangle dropkick… but Grayson hops down from the apron!! Steiner gets tangled in the ropes and crashes and burns!!"
GG isn’t done there, reaching beneath the bottom rope to drag Steiner out of the ring by the scruff of the neck… and then hurling Brooklyn into the nearby steel ring steps!
Anzu Kurosawa: "How the turntables have turntabled!! Gerald Grayson back on the offensive!"
***
<< 11:04. >>
Grayson has Steiner in a corner, working away at him with hard knife edge chops, before he hurls him across the ring and into the opposite set of turnbuckles with an Irish whip. GG follows him in and connects with a running high knee! Grayson doesn’t dismount from the second rope, though, instead adjusting his balance before throwing right hand after right hand into Brooklyn’s forehead! And then Grayson throws him out of the corner with a hurricanrana! Pinfall attempt from GG.
ONE… TWO… NO!
Rod Sterling: "Kickout from Steiner! But Grayson has the bit between his teeth. He hoists Brooklyn straight back up to his feet and throws him against the ropes… POWERSLAM!!"
Anzu Kurosawa: "GG is cooking on all cylinders here, and he notices that Brooklyn is in perfect position. You think he’s thinking Sky High?"
Grayson does indeed seem to have his finisher in mind, striding to the corner and looking back at Brooklyn Steiner before performing a picture-perfect double jump moonsault… right into Brooklyn’s outstretched knees! Gerald bounces across the ring, clutching his ribs in agony. Steiner, on the other hand, climbs up to his feet looking quite like a man who has just finished playing possum. He watches GG get to his feet, facing in the opposite direction…
Anzu Kurosawa: "DRAGONRANA! Gerald is spiked onto the top of his head!"
Rod Sterling: "Steiner smells blood in the water! He climbs to the top rope, the audience cheering him on… PHOENIX SPLASH!!! Brooklyn Steiner hooks the far leg…"
ONE… TWO… THR – NO!!
Anzu Kurosawa: "He kicks out! Some of that trademark resilience from Gerald Grayson! He’s still in this one…"
If there’s any frustration for Steiner, he doesn’t let it show. Instead, he brushes himself off, and goes back to work…
***
<< 14:57. >>
Steiner throws Grayson off the ropes and attempts a lariat, with the Daredevil ducking underneath it and continuing his momentum. He hops up onto the second rope, attempting a springboard cross-body, whilst at the same moment Brooklyn aims a forearm strike at the head of his opponent. Both competitors connect simultaneously, the result being both of them laid out in the middle of the ring!! The audience launches into a ‘BOTH THESE GUYS!’ chant.
Rod Sterling: "We’ve gone past fifteen minutes here, ladies and gentlemen, in what has turned into a slog for both of these men. Any hope of preserving health and energy for Winter Wasteland is out of the window!"
Anzu Kurosawa: "You can say that again, Rod! Both men are interested in one thing at this moment, and that’s besting the other. But that might not happen if neither can answer the referee’s count!"
The count is at nine when the two finally force themselves up to their feet, stumbling into one another…
Steiner throws a forearm strike!
Grayson comes back with a straight right!
Forearm from Steiner!
Right hand from Grayson!
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: "Ladies and gentlemen… this is your… FOUR MINUTE WARNING!!"
The two exchange strikes, the audience reaching fever pitch, until it looks like Grayson is getting the upper hand. He backs Steiner towards the ropes with a trio of consecutive straight rights, only for Brooklyn to fight back with some vicious forearm strikes! With Grayson backed against the ropes, Steiner alternates between forearms and knife edge chops, until GG nearly collapses on his feet. The Daredevil is holding himself up using the ropes as Brooklyn charges off the opposite set, attempting to clothesline GG over the top rope and to the outside –
Rod Sterling: "Back body drop from Grayson! The Daredevil reverses and sends Brooklyn onto the apron instead!"
Anzu Kurosawa: "Steiner has GG by the scruff of the neck, though, and he brings him down throat-first over the top rope! Gerald stumbles into the middle of the ring, with Steiner sizing him up from the apron. Brooklyn goes for a springboard cross-body…"
Rod Sterling: "But Grayson connects with a standing dropkick!! Effective anti-air by the Daredevil!"
Grayson is quick to roll out onto the apron, watching Brooklyn get to his feet in the centre of it. Finally, he somersaults into the ring…
Rod Sterling: "Extreme Impact from Gerald Grayson? NO! Brooklyn Steiner ducks beneath the lariat…"
Anzu Kurosawa: "AND THEN HITS THE REDEMPTION SLAM!! Got him! And Steiner hooks BOTH legs…"
ONE… TWO… THREE!
{RESULT}Winner: Brooklyn Steiner via pinfall at 17:03.
Brooklyn rolls off the top of Grayson, clearly exhausted after the exertions of the match, and slowly picks himself up to his feet. He allows the official to lift his hand in victory.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: "Here is your winner… BROOKLYN STEINER!!"
Rod Sterling: "Another impressive but hard-fought victory for Brooklyn Steiner, who is carving out a reputation for himself as a workhorse within the squared circle here in the FWA. I don’t think I’ve seen this man have a short match."
Anzu Kurosawa: "He’s giving these fans their money’s worth, for sure. But you have to feel for Gerald Grayson, who came so close to securing victory tonight but fell just short."
Rod Sterling: "He’ll have a chance to rectify that loss in momentum in a month’s time at Winter Wasteland, but for tonight, this moment belongs to Brooklyn Steiner."
Steiner climbs up to the second rope in a corner, posing for the fans who show him support after another excellent performance. He eventually hops down and, after one more look at his felled opponent, who is just now making his way to his feet, he climbs out of the ring. He walks back up the ramp with his music blaring throughout the arena.
Afterwards, following a gruelling fight and with Steiner making his exit, Grayson goes to step between the ropes when he spots…
Rod Sterling: "It's no rest for the weary as one of Death Walker’s buffoons has hopped the barricade."
So Gerald decides to get back in the ring and dares the henchman (or henchwoman) to join him. However, this Terror of Darkness stands in position outside the ring… waiting.
Anzu Kurosawa: "Uh oh, looks like more trouble has arrived. Check your six, Gerald!"
Still ready for a fight, Grayson turns quickly to see another Terror of Darkness is outside the ring. He gets in a more secure angle, expecting one or both to attack him at any moment. So he doesn't give either of them his back. The daredevil is becoming more unhinged by the situation since he's become the latest victim to Death’s ambushes. The two disciples in long black cloaks and black full face masks under their new demon skull masks, circle the ring in a slow methodical manner. And then another one jumps the barricade, so now we have three. These three goons proceed to corner Grayson from ringside as they maintain even space between them.
Rod Sterling: "Look at this. This here, just isn't right. Three against one? Come on, this doesn't fare well for the resident daredevil."
Anzu Kurosawa: "I’m not sure it even matters at this point especially after all the recent attacks. Grayson isn't about to cower and who could blame him. At a certain point, the bullying has to stop. And in order to do that, sometimes you have to just stand up and fight! Let's see how this turns out."
The Terrors of Darkness end their stalking and have a message for Gerald Grayson. They speak it in unison…
Terrors of Darkness: "We’ve come… in misery… to cause pain… and we’ve come to bring you… your suffering."
And then all of the lights are dimmed til they are off… But not a minute sooner, they are turned back on and our expected guest has made his presence with his special crafted baseball bat with its glass shards.
Anzu Kurosawa: "There he is! The monster that refuses to be forgotten. Death Walker just has this… this diabolical way of toying with people's sanity."
Rod Sterling: "And it is only getting worse every time that he picks a new target. I don't know if beating sense into the former Darius Wright will successfully work or just make him more twisted."
Leaning back against a turnbuckle, Death Walker waits calmly and taps the sharp equalizer into the palm of his other hand. Which doesn't have any effect on Gerald Grayson because he came prepared with a weapon of his own. He swings frantically with his steel pipe to show that he's prepared to make good use of it on any and everyone who tries him. Finally turning to see Death Walker behind him in his normal wrestling attire. Gerald points the pipe at his tormentor and urges him to continue with this plan for tonight. Just then, the Terrors of Darkness slide into the ring and stand at the other turnbuckles. The Dark Traveler raises his empty hand and snaps his fingers. This brings on his followers to go charging towards Gerald.
Rod Sterling: "Ughhh… I can’t watch this, another heinous attack from Death Walker. Wait! Grayson isn’t done quite yet!"
The attack is thwarted instantly as Grayson puts down the Terrors of Darkness. Looking to take Death down also but he rolls out of the ring along with two of his devoted disciples. Which just leaves the one who is still laid out and left with an upset Gerald Grayson. Who doesn't waste another minute on doing nothing. But instead the daredevil hops up the nearby ropes to hit a powerful SKY HIGH double jump moonsault onto the unaware goon.
Anzu Kurosawa: "And that message couldn't be any clearer. Gerald Grayson is no pushover and it's gonna take a lot more than bully tactics to keep him down."
Rod Sterling: "I couldn't agree more but will that be enough against a demon like Death Walker? We’ll have to wait until Winter Wasteland for the answer."
After a quick commercial break, the cameras focus on the lovely Katie Baxter.
Katie Baxter: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Meltdown. At this very moment, we are going to try and get a word from Gerald Grayson, who just thwarted an attack from Death Walker and his Terrors of Darkness."
Right on cue, Gerald rounds the corner wiping the exhaustion off of him with a towel, before putting it across his neck.
Katie Baxter: "Gerald, what do you make of the attacks from Death Walker?"
Gerald Grayson: "Katie, I truly don’t know what Death Walker’s deal is, but if he thinks he’s going to get one over me again, then he’s not as smart as I thought he was."
Gerald paused, wiping his forehead with the towel hanging around his neck.
Gerald Grayson: "He’s saying wrong place, wrong time as reasoning for his attacks on me – BULLSHIT! I don’t believe that for one second."
Suddenly, it’s as if a switch went off as Gerald looks straight into the camera.
Gerald Grayson: "Death, for the first time in a really long time, you’ve made me think of some thoughts – some bad thoughts."
Gerald looks at Katie, who is freaked out. Gerald grabs the microphone from Katie and politely motions for her to make her exit, to which she obliges.
Gerald Grayson: "You questioned whether I’d be able to make it to Winter Wasteland, well let me confirm my attendance right now, Death. After what you’ve put me through, there’s nothing that’ll stop me from showing up and giving you the ass beating that you deserve. So please, bring all the Terrors that you can because you’re going to need every single one of them."
He pauses, scratching the side of his cheek.
Gerald Grayson: "Because at Winter Wasteland, he might be coming. And you won’t like it when he’s angry."
Gerald audibly drops the mic, intensely looking at the camera shot.
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As we return to Meltdown XXXVI, there is a good ovation from the fans for the trio that their debut as a team two weeks ago on Meltdown XXXV - Tr1ck or Tr4sh. Trash Mammal scurries out first, followed by Halloween Knight and then Juan Tothrefor. Juan seems to have added some black accents onto his usual green, white and red attire to show his solidarity with the people of Palestine as well as representing his home country of Mexico. Halloween Knight rubs Trash Mammal’s shoulders as they walk towards the ring, and Juan shares high fives and fist bumps with some young fans in the front row.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: “The following contest is a Trios Match scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, the team of Trash Mammal, Halloween Knight and Juan Tothrefor… TR1CK OR TR4SH!!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “I think that it is safe to describe what we saw on Meltdown XXXV as somewhat of a surprise, when Tr1ck or Tr4sh picked up a victory against three established stars here in the FWA in Trevor Walker, Vengador and XYZ. It definitely turned some heads and well, there’s a strong surge of fan support for them here tonight in Gaza City, Rod.”
Rod Sterling: “I’ll admit that they surprised me with that win last week, but tonight’s opposition do promise greater cohesion, but it is safe to say that individually their talents in the ring do not stack up to the aforementioned. With a microphone, though? Eh, I’d still rather listen to Trevor Walker.”
As Knight, Basura and Juan enter the ring the camera focuses on their opponents for the night - The Bad Boys Boy Band. The Backstreet Boy plays it cool whilst leaning back against the turnbuckle and Mike Stand has to stop In-Sync from rushing straight into a fight. With everyone ready and in position once Tr1ck or Tr4sh have finished posing for the fans, referee Richard Davis calls for the bell.
SECOND MATCH || 1/20.
Tr1ck or Tr4sh (Halloween Knight, Trash Mammal, and Juan Tothrefor) vs. the Bad Boys Band (In-Sync, the Backstreet Boy, and Mike Stand).
Trios Match.
Match writer: Man.
<< 00:00. >>
It is Trash Mammal starting things off for the luchadors and opposite him is The Backstreet Boy, who nominated himself to start for TBBBB without consulting either of his teammates. The two lock up in the middle of the ring but the advanced skill of Mamifero De Basura allows him to get the standing switch quickly and then take The Backstreet Boy over with an Arm Drag. The Boy is back up though and charges in at Trash Mammal, but he leapfrogs over the oncoming charge, and The Backstreet Boy hits the ropes, and Trash Mammal gets down and takes him over with a Monkey Flip!
The Backstreet Boy lands hard on his back in the Tr1ck or Tr4sh corner and Trash Mammal scurries over on the mat and tags in Halloween Knight. Knight comes in with a hard double sledge to the back of the Backstreet Boy. He lifts him up and drops him down onto his back with a Back Suplex, and quickly scales the corner, waiting for The Backstreet Boy to get up. As The Backstreet Boy stirs, Halloween Knight begins to tread across on the top rope whilst doing a DANCE.
Rod Sterling: “Woah! This is crazy! Halloween Knight is giving these people a show and it’s almost a month later than usual! This is all Tr1ck or Tr4sh at the moment, and Halloween Knight wants it his way!”
Knight steadies himself and then springboards across the ring… AND SPIKES THE BACKSTREET BOY ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD WITH THE TERROR TORNADO DDT!!! It is quite possible that the singer is done, and Halloween Knight hooks both legs tightly;
ONE… TWO… THRE-NO!!!
In-Sync breaks it up! The referee is quick to try and restore order after the stomp to the back of the masked man’s head, not wanting any further interference. In-Sync drags The Backstreet Boy away and then attempts to tag himself in, but Mike Stand gets there first! On the other side of the ring, Halloween Knight acquiesces to the fans’ requests that Juan Tothrefor is tagged into the match.
Anzu Kurosawa: “Here comes Juan Tothrefor, who has been somewhat rejuvenated by entering this alliance with Trick or Trash. He’d been here for a few months but floundered a bit as he tries to find his feet here in the FWA after a very successful stint in Mexico.”
The multi-time Art of Lucha Television Champion hops over the ropes into the ring and is immediately set upon by Mike Stand, but Juan sidesteps him and catches him with a Hip Toss. Mike does not get back up so Juan stands over him, and delivers an Elbow Drop! The sizable luchador rises once more and does it again! Then again! Then one more! Juan soaks in the positive reception from the crowd but is then bowled over from behind by In-Sync!
Rod Sterling: “That In-Sync is something of a hot head and he couldn’t wait to get in there, so he does so illegally. This is their chance now, so Tr1ck or Tr4sh could be saying bye bye bye to their momentum.”
<< 05:34. >>
Following In-Sync’s untimely interruption, it has been all boy band, and Mike Stand is currently in the ring with an isolated Juan Tothrefor. He presses his knee on the back of Juan’s neck crushing Juan’s windpipe against the middle rope.
Rod Sterling: “The Bad Boys Boy Band are really in control here Anzu, you know, I think I heard In-Sync tell Halloween Knight that he doesn’t like October. I’d have a guess what his favourite month actually is, but it’s gonna be May.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Please stop.”
Mike relents when Richard Davis requests that he stop, at risk of disqualification. In-Sync reaches his hand out and Mike tags him back in as Juan reaches towards his partners but is far too far away. In-Sync puts Juan against the Bad Boys corner and stomps on him several times and then props him up. In a display that does not go down well with the fans, In-Sync mounts the middle rope and starts punching Juan on the top of the head in the way that Juan likes to do, delivering four punches. Juan falls down to the mat, flat on his back.
Something clicks with The Bad Boys Boy Band as they share an understanding nod and Sync tags Stand in, who then tags The Backstreet Boy in. The Backstreet Boy steps up onto the turnbuckle and then onto the shoulders of his bandmates… they go for the STAGE DIVE… BUT JUAN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!! The Backstreet Boy lands hard on his chest and before Mike and In-Sync can stop him, Juan reaches his corner and tags in Trash Mammal!
Anzu Kurosawa: “There’s the opening that Tr1ck or Tr4sh needed, and here they come!”
Both Trash Mammal and Halloween Knight emerge from the corner and they take the two standing boy band members down with stereo Dropkicks! Both In-Sync and Mike Stand are knocked down into opposite corners and Basura and Knight run up to them and deliver stereo Monkey Flips, causing both to land in a heap in the middle of the ring. They slowly rise up and back towards the ropes… and a Double Clothesline from Juan Tothrefor sends them both tumbling down to ringside!
Juan waits by the ropes as the two begin to rise to their feet and he gets a nod from Halloween Knight… Knight charges towards Juan, who elevates him up over the top rope and Halloween Knight flattens the two singers on the outside!! Trash Mammal watches on but senses the incoming Backstreet Boy, and ducks the strike from behind. A Bionic Elbow from Juan turns him back around and into the path of Trash Mammal… RABIES SHOT!!! The Blue Thunder Bomb plants The Backstreet Boy, and Basura stays in place for the pin!
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
{RESULT}Winners: Tr1ck or Tr4sh via pin fall at 7:09.
A good cheer goes up as Trash Mammal jumps up from the mat and squeals in delight, leaping onto Juan Tothrefor’s back. Halloween Knight rolls back into the ring and embraces his partners as well, with jubilant scenes all around.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: “Here are your winners… TR1CK OR TR4SH!!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Make that two-for-two for Tr1ck or Tr4sh; I know that Juan Tothrefor is going to be counting these wins as they roll in. Hey, it might not be long before these three set their sights on the Trios Championships, maybe?”
Rod Sterling: “I wouldn’t be surprised, and they may have their eyes on The Coven already! They should probably expect some stiffer opposition in the future, though.”
Tr1ck or Tr4sh continue to celebrate with the fans in Gaza City, with Juan blowing kisses out to the crowd. The Bad Boys Boy Band leave together and are shown on the ramp looking up ruefully at the victors as Meltdown fades away elsewhere…
Tommy couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed a good night’s sleep. Almost every night brought about nightmares of…the incident. In the last few weeks, the ones that didn’t involve the helpless whimpers of Bobby Ray Gallimore were still restless. This night was somehow the worst yet.
Tommy had returned home the morning after the Battle Royal on Meltdown. After he had heard that his scheduled Fallout match against Caesar had been canceled, Rocco pulled some strings to get him into the Meltdown main event. The two had talked at length and decided that since Tommy was a house of fire as of late, there was no reason that he couldn’t walk away from Meltdown with the FWA World Championship. Things didn’t work out the way the pair had hoped, as Tommy and XYZ had simultaneously eliminated one another from the match. They couldn’t change what happened, so the pair immediately shifted their focus back to the F1 Climaxxx and Tommy’s next opponent, Ꮆabrielle.
The inclusion of Ꮆabrielle into the tournament was just the next curveball that Tommy had faced since he earned a spot in FWA’s most prestigious tournament. In fact, there were some jokes in the locker room that Tommy’s path through the tourney had been “ƈυɾʂҽԃ.” He was slated to kick off the tournament against Danny Toner, only for Toner to vacate his title and withdraw from the F1. Suddenly, with very little notice, Tommy wound up facing FWA newcomer, Vampyra. He kept his winning streak alive, but barely survived his encounter with the new sensation.
One of Tommy’s biggest struggles in his match with Vampyra involved the fact that he would have to show a side of himself to the fans that they had never seen before. The real Tommy Bedlam. There were a few things that Tommy had grown up believing, and one of those involved the fact that women are beneath him. Even though he relished the idea of having his job be beating a woman in the middle of the ring, could he handle having the fans finally see through the “wholesome everyman” he was trying to be? After a lengthy conversation with Rocco, Tommy accepted the fact that he was going to have to push past his preconceived notions to get the job done. After all, it was just a job, right? The fans wouldn’t notice how much he really enjoyed it.
Within minutes of their match ending, Tommy received word that he would be facing Caesar. He and Rocco had talked at length about how Tommy had never faced anyone quite as unorthodox as Caesar before, and they had crafted a detailed plan about how The Cowboy could overthrow the ruler reincarnate. Fortunately, just days before the match, Caesar also backed out of the tournament. He might not have been able to gain more points in the tournament, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with his plan failing against Caesar, or any other unorthodox opponent he might have to face in the future. Let’s face it, the plan probably wasn’t that good anyway.
While the powers that be worked to find a replacement for Caesar, Tommy and Rocco had discussed plenty of potential names. Ꮆabrielle was on the short list, so they weren’t completely blindsided when the announcement came down that she would be his next opponent. Another woman, and another opportunity for Tommy to show the fans exactly how much beating a woman can make him… snap.
“You doing anything tonight?”
“Just going over some Ꮆabrielle matches that Rocco has sent me so I can see who has hurt her the most and how.”
“How bout I pick up dinner and come by?”
“Sure, whatever. Is 7:00 good for you?”
Tommy didn’t really care too much for Randi. Obviously, she was gorgeous. But his interest in her didn’t go far beyond that. She was caring, intelligent, and hilarious; which means she’s far easier and more gullible than most other broads. He had spent most of his adult life picking up random women, spending a night or two with them, and then moving onto the next hole he could find. His proclivity for promiscuity had only increased when he started touring the world with an international wrestling powerhouse. He was in his mid-30s, and still thought that he was the hottest shit around, picking up chicks like a rockstar everywhere he went.
“What time is it?”
With a beer in his hand, barbecue on his lips, and what felt like a slight buzz in his brain, Tommy confusingly stared at Randi as he asked his question.
“Silly, it’s 8:45. Are you already drunk?
“Wait, when did you get here?”
“So, Ꮆabrielle in the next round?”
“Yea. Just another curveball. You’d think I’d be used to those by now.”
“She’s a two-time World Champion, right?”
“She is. Which means I’ll probably be the underdog. I never made it past the Gauntlet Championship before the injury.”
“Didn’t you already beat a two-time World Champion since you came back though?”
“Sure did.”
“Speaking of him, what do you have to do to get a TV title shot? Like, I know that you beat him before he won the title. But then, you beat Vampyra who has the briefcase. So, they’re battling for a title, and you already beat both of them? How does that work?”
“I don’t know really. I just probably don’t deserve a championship, let alone a shot at one. I mean, did you see what I did to Vampyra? It was borderline criminal, I’m surprised I wasn’t fired! But damn was it fun, she was in so much pain, hahaha!”
Tommy paused after saying that to Randi. It was like the words coming out of his mouth didn’t match what was going on in his head. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was the testosterone flowing through his blood because of the sheer amount of lust he felt towards Randi and he wanted to assert himself as a dominant male while she was here.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not having dinner with the next FWA World Champion, I’m having dinner with a psychopath.”
Randi’s smile had completely turned into an expression of pure disgust and disdain. She splashes her beer in Tommy’s face before standing up and slapping him across the face.
“You’re never going to see me again, you monster!”
Randi walks over to the door, opens it, walks out, and slams it shut. Tommy sits alone, beer in hand, having to reconcile with the fact that Randi is out of his life forever. He could hear the tires of her car screeching away as she quickly drove away from his humble abode. She had left her purse behind, and Tommy clutched it in his hands as his anger built. Tommy’s thoughts raced inside of his head. He pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the number he was looking for.
“Hey, Š̤̦̘̖̝̖̓͛̉͢c̷̪̦̰̻̱̻͎̈oͧ̇̋͏̘̜̯ţ̯̳͋̋t̟̫̝̣͎̰̓̍̒͟y̡͙̞̞̥̏. It’s Tommy. I’m gonna need a favor.”
Scotty and Tommy had grown up together. Scotty had a bit of a reputation, and Tommy’s mother had never really cared for the young man. At a young age, Scotty had become intrigued with explosives. He talked about joining the military when he got older, but some behavioral issues in high school, and his overall disdain for education made it nothing more than a pipedream.
“Hey man! Been a while. Sure, what can I do for ya?”
“Swing by my apartment and pick me up. I need you to bring some stuff with you, you get me?”
“Alright man. I’ll head that way now. Toolbox is in the truck.”
Tommy hung up the phone, as the wheels in his head were turning. What was he doing? This feeling deep inside of him wasn’t supposed to be there, but he was fully embracing it. It’s like he was watching a movie play out through his own eyes yet he was the one in the starring role at the same time. His body, his voice, and his actions, they were all him but it didn’t feel like it was all him. But at the same time, Tommy wasn’t concerned with how quickly his plan was coming to mind. He had just called his actions in a wrestling match criminal, so why would this be any different? Everything is falling perfectly into place. After a short while, Scotty pulled up outside in his old white Ford pickup with the toolbox in the back. As he climbed into Scotty’s truck, his mind was still racing and his heart was beating out of his chest.
“So, where we heading?”
“Randi’s place.”
“Oh, how is she? Y’know if you just needed a ride for some tail, you didn’t need to be so weird about it.”
There’s an awkward moment of silence between the two.
“The bitch decided that she doesn’t want to see me anymore. So I’m either going to change her mind…”
Tommy, seemingly out of thin air, produces a .357 Magnum from between his legs.
“Or I’m going to paint a mural on her walls.”
“Yeah? Alright, say no more.”
What the fuck? Tommy stares at the gun in shock. Where did it come from? Why was he holding it, why was he doing this? This isn’t how this is supposed to go. Wait, didn’t this happen already? Tommy knows that the last time this played out, he didn’t just… snap.
“Hey Tommy, we’re here. Randi’s place.”
Tommy was confused. He told Scotty that he wanted to go to Randi’s place, but he never told him how to get there. Actually, Tommy remembers that Scotty didn’t even know much about her at all, yet suddenly they were in front of her apartment complex that had the name of “Bobby Ray Housing” on the front of it. That name seemed so god damned familiar to him, but he couldn’t figure out why.
“You coming in with me, or what?”
“Hey man, I said I was just driving you. But I got the toolbox in the back, it has what you need in it.”
Tommy gets out of Scotty’s truck, heads to the back of it, and opens up the toolbox that was sitting there. Inside of the toolbox is a baby’s blanket. Why in the fuck would Tommy need this to go commit a heinous crime? Who did this baby blanket even belong to? He picks it up.
“Hey Scotty, where did you get the ba-”
Scotty was gone. The driver’s seat was completely empty but the truck was still running. Suppose Scotty just conveniently left Tommy with a getaway vehicle. He would worry about where Scotty magically disappeared to later, he had business to take care of, and the door to Randi’s apartment complex was wide open. Tommy was walking through it. There’s no turning back now, Tommy.
Tommy’s feet were heavy as he climbed staircase after staircase, each step he took was sounding louder and louder as he went higher and higher. There were no doors as he went up which, while odd, did not distract him one bit. He had one singular focus that he was hellbent on accomplishing tonight… showing Randi, the world, and himself, what he truly is. Finally, he reaches the very top floor and stares down a long hallway.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Randi’s voice seems to echo through the hallway.
“I’m not having dinner with the next FWA World Champion, I’m having dinner with a psychopath.”Her words bounce around his skull, taunting him, belittling him… the words hit his soul because deep down he knows they’re true.
Tommy Bedlam finally reaches Randi’s door at the end of the hallway. Go in, Tommy. Show her what you really are… show us all what you really are. Load that gun.
Tommy, hands shaking, loads the gun.
Break down that door.
Tommy, sweating and shaking profusely, uses all the force he can muster to kick open Randi’s apartment door. Inside he is met with the sight of Randi standing in the middle of a single room. There are no doors, windows, furniture or decor to be seen; just Randi, four walls, and the ceiling.
“You’re a fucking monster, Tommy.”
Randi’s voice sounds like it is doubled-up and lacking all emotion. Tommy’s eyes are wide and his face is terrified. He’s panicking and hyperventilating as his body disobeys every command he’s giving it, and his arm raises the .357 Magnum up to Randi’s forehead.
“How could you ever think we’d be together? Did you really see a future? A family? You? Being loved? It’s no wonder your own mother doesn’t want anything to do with you.”
His finger twitches over the trigger of the gun. Tommy is trying to resist the urge he’s feeling to pull the trigger and murder the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. She was caring, intelligent, and hilarious, and he was about to paint her personality all along the walls, ceiling, and floor of her apartment. Tommy is fighting it, he’s a strong one for sure, but people like Tommy can only hang on for so long until they… snap.
“Pull the trigger, Tommy.”
Stepping out from behind Randi, is the twisted Daughter of Demise, Keres. Tommy wants to turn his gun to Keres, if for nothing more than to make a statement that he is not afraid of her, but he physically can’t. His face shows his terror and frustration, but his body is not his own. His body is that of Tommy, the cold-blooded killer that wants to do nothing more than cause pain.
“You’ve come this far. Is this your worst nightmare?”
Keres steps back behind Randi but appears behind Tommy right by his shoulder. She reaches out her arm from behind him, tracing her hand down beyond his elbow and onto the hand that holds the .357 Magnum.
“Or is it actually the dream you yearn for? You’re a killer, right? A champion for everything violent and gruesome? Yet you try to be a family man?”
Keres’ hand, becoming one with Tommy’s, is now firmly wrapped around the gun with their finger on the trigger.
“I’m just dying to see you pull the trigger, Tommy. Aren’t you, R̛̬̺͉͔ͮ̒ͧ̐ȃ̴̲̞̜͙̣͔n̞̗͉͉͚̭̺̅͒ͪ̓͠d̜̜͇̼͍̲̽͞i̳̯̩̥ͣ̍ͨ̉͢?”
“P̢̰̙̲̣̼̟͌u̷̙̥̒ͪ͐̚ľ̡͕̤͍̮͉̝l̘͇̹̱̺̀͒͒ͭ͠ ̵̝̘̜̣ͩt̜̯̱͉̠̩̼̏ͮ̉̓̕ͅh̼̫͙͇̱̯͋̍ͧ͘e̷͔̻͉͈ͤ ̡̬̫̂͗̚t̨̰͔̞͖ͮͧͮ̓r̢͉̥̲̗͕̩͌ḯͨ͏̰̟g̶̱̰̖ͦg̺͓̬̰̑̔ͫ̈́͝e̷̺̖͇͈̺̩̣̓̇r̢̰̟͑̊́,͍̱̩̟͉̩̠̱̌͌͌̉͘ ̛̬̝͈͎͚̅͋ͪT̶̬͍̣̗̻͚͙̾̎̔̃ȍ͕͓̖͍͇̽̅̕m̠̲͚̗͎̝̄̈͠m̸̘̱̖̟͔͓̼̟̈́y͎̙̟͓̹̦̰͂̓ͪ̈̀.̵̺̥̟̼͉ͬ̚”
Tommy’s finger slowly starts to pull back on the trigger. He feels the trigger pushing back as he compresses it. A cold in the air that has never experienced before washes over him. This deathly cold sends a shiver down his spine and makes the metal of the gun feel like ice. He pulls the trigger and hears a loud snap.
Tommy Bedlam wakes up in his bed to the sound of a baby crying. A cold sweat has formed on his forehead. As he sits up quickly in bed, he looks over and sees Randi there, sleeping peacefully. Through her sleep, she mumbles, “Can you get him this time? I’m so comfy.”
Tommy slowly eases out of bed and slips into Walker’s room. As he does, a cold shiver goes down his spine. He can’t get the most recent nightmare out of his mind, but something feels even worse than that. As he steps closer to Walker’s crib, he realizes that the baby isn’t crying at all. He’s sleeping very soundly. But there’s something in the crib with him. Tommy reaches into the crib and pulls out a small white doll with black hair. On her shirt, there’s a small purple feather.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: “The next contest is set for one fall with a twenty-minute-time-limit!”
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The classic song begins to play and once it gets going, Kleio De Santos steps out on stage. Kleio doesn’t waste a moment as she makes her way down to the ring with her FWA TV Championship wrapped around her waist.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: “Introducing first, from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 115 lb…representing The Coven…she is the current FWA Television Champion…The Brazilian Witch…Kleio De Santoooooos!”
Kleio is in the ring and hands off her title to referee Gracelynn Guerrero, who then hands it off to the ringside attendant. Kleio begins to pace around the ring, almost growing impatient for her opponent…
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The crowd is on their feet as the legend herself, Gabrielle Montgomery walks out on stage. The crowd shows their respect for the Hall of Famer with clapping and cheers. Gabby seems appreciative of the respect being shown toward her as she walks down to the ring.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: “Her opponent, weighing in 132 lb…she is an FWA Hall of Famer…The Caramel Naiad…Gabrielle Montgomery!”
Gabrielle enters the ring and stands across from her eager opponent while the referee does a last minute check…
Rod Sterling: “Here we go Anzu, Gabby vs Kleio! This one has banger written all over it!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “I’m not quite sure what a banger is, and I’m not sure if I want to know. Anyway, both of these ladies will be looking to pick up a win here tonight to gain some much needed momentum on their way to Winter Wasteland. Neither one of them can afford a loss.”
THIRD MATCH || 1/20.
Kleio De Santos vs. Gabrielle.
Singles Match.
Match writer: Jimmy.
DING! DING! DING!
<< 00:00 >>
Kleio comes roaring out of her corner, catching Gabby off-guard and starts to lay into Gabby with a flurry of strikes that has Gabby backing up in the corner. Kleio is not holding anything back, looking for something to prove against the Hall of Famer. Punches and kicks in the corner have Gabby in trouble early on, and she does her best to block each strike but to no avail. Kleio finally lets up and takes Gabby by the hand and sends her to the opposite corner with an irish whip. Kleio charges at Gabby in the corner but Gabby has the wherewithal to leap over KDS, and Kleio stops herself before crashing in the corner. Gabby quickly grabs Kleio in a rear waistlock and looks to lift KDS up into a bridging german suplex, but Kleio fends off Gabby with a sharp back elbow! Gabby holds her jaw but she shakes that off. She goes in after Kleio again but Kleio is ready and strikes with a spinning back fist that knocks Gabby for a loop!
Rod Sterling: “I think it’s safe to say that Gabrielle was not expecting this out of Kleio De Santos.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Surely Kleio feels like she has something to prove being in there with a Hall of Famer like Gabrielle.”
Rod Sterling: “You can also take into account the history between Gabby and Kleio’s trainer, mentor, and adoptive father, future Hall of Famer Saint Sully.”
Kleio takes Gabby down with repeated arm drags until finally locking in an arm lock hold on Gabby. Gabby does her best to struggle and fight her way out of the hold though, and she counters with her own arm drag on Kleio. Kleio pops back up but she’s caught with a forearm strike from Gabby, and Gabby unleashes a flurry of forearm strikes that has Kleio reeling. Gabby takes Kleio in close and connects with a northern lights suplex into a bridge!
One…NO!
Gabby slides in a headlock on Kleio, doing her best to keep the young striker grounded. Kleio begins to struggle and does find a way out of the hold after a few back elbows to the midsection knocks Gabby off. Kleio takes down Gabby with a snapmare and drives a stiff penalty kick into the lower back of Gabby, and Gabby winces after that.
<< 04:58 >>
The match continues with Kleio having returned to an arm lock hold on Gabby. The move has been locked in for about a minute or two, and Kleio has turned the tables on Gabby by driving down some strikes. Kleio eventually releases the hold and she has Gabby mounted and goes to town with a ground and pound on Gabby with a barrage of punches. Kleio eventually lets up and the referee checks on Gabby while Kleio relishes in the disdain being shown toward her from the crowd.
Rod Sterling: “This is a different side of Kleio De Santos that we’re not used to seeing. She’s more ruthless and not holding anything back.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “She knew she had to bring her best going against Gabrielle, and she has a statement to make heading into her big title defense at Winter Wasteland.”
A split screen image appears showing Brooklyn Steiner and Jack the Clipper watching Kleio intently in separate areas backstage.
Anzu Kurosawa: “You see there, Kleio’s two challengers at Winter Wasteland. Steiner and Clipper getting a preview of what’s in store for them.”
Kleio turns her focus back on her opponent and for another penalty kick, but this time Gabby rolled out of the way. Gabby then quickly catches Kleio from behind with a roll-up!
One…TW--NO!
Kleio kicks out with authority and two ladies are back on their feet with Kleio swinging wildly and misses, which allows Gabby to strike with a european uppercut! Several more european uppercuts that have Kleio on the ropes now and takes Kleio down with a split-legged hangman’s neckbreaker! Gabby isn’t through yet though as she drags Kleio toward the corner and Gabby hits a split-legged moonsault on Kleio into a pinfall attempt!
One…two…NO!
<< 08:27 >>
Gabby has since turned the match in her favor but she’s been unable to keep Kleio down after several unsuccessful attempts. Gabby has Kleio in a lotus lock hold and Kleio looks to be in trouble for the first time in the match. Kleio’s pain is etched across her face with the unique but painful looking hold applied by Gabby.
Kleio tries to power out and eventually counters it into a reverse jackknife pin as she falls back on Gabby…
One…two…THR--NO!
Gabby is forced to relinquish the hold and kicks out. Both ladies lay on the mat for several seconds to gather themselves. They seem to be approaching the final push of the match.
Both of them rise up and Gabby makes the move first with a running thrust kick that’s ducked by Kleio, and Kleio takes Gabby by surprise with a sweep of the legs! Kleio hits a quick leg drop on Gabby. Kleio brings Gabby back to her feet and she’s looking to end it right here with a Letters to Kleio, but as she swings into the move, Gabby shoves her forward into the ropes. Kleio bounces off the ropes and Gabby hits a back body drop on KDS! Gabby uses this time to gather herself. She turns around as Kleio is getting up and Gabby connects with the running thrust kick this time! Gabby doesn’t miss a beat and hits with a split-legged leg drop to Kleio and hooks the far leg!
One…two…THR--NO!!!
<< 12:19 >>
Anzu Kurosawa: “Gabby has thrown everything she can think of at Kleio but nothing has gotten the job done for her so far.”
Rod Sterling: “Something tells me she hasn’t tried everything, Anzu. Gabby still has a few aces up her sleeve that could put away KDS at a moment's notice.”
Gabby has KDS where she wants her in the corner and strikes with a step up enziguri! Kleio staggers out of the corner and Gabby takes Kleio by the head and has her set up for the 34 D Double D-DT. Kleio finds a second wind though when she slips out of it and shoves Gabby into the ropes. Kleio then catches Gabby and takes her down into a kimura lock! Kleio has the deadly hold cinched in tight, and if Gabby isn’t careful she could have her arm ripped out of its socket! Gabby fights through the pain and eventually she slips out of the hold and counters into a pin…
One…two…THR--NO!!!
Gabby shakes off the effects of that kimura lock as she rises up and she has Kleio in her sights to finish her off, but Kleio is quicker on the exchange as she strikes with a hard kick to the midsection and quickly follows that up with a Letters to Kleio! Kleio hooks the leg…
One…two…THREE!!!
{RESULT}Winner: Kleio De Santos via pinfall at 14:56.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: “The winner of the match, Kleio De Santos!!!”
Kleio relishes in her victory and quickly exits the ring and walks up the ramp without looking back while Gabby is tended to by the referee.
Meltdown fades to an empty FWA studio where FWA North American Champion Big Bryan Bastard is sitting in a solitary chair, by himself. The camera moves in close, getting a close up of Bryan in the chair. He’s got the FWA North American Championship on his shoulder overtop his red “BASTARD” letterman jacket.
Big Bryan Bastard: “I know what you were trying to do.”
We flash back to Meltdown XXXIV. Big Bryan Baxter was in the ring, being offered a beer by Tommy Bedlam only to be attacked with a bottle of whiskey from Chris Crowe.
Big Bryan Bastard: “You think you got me there, don’t ya, Crowe? You think I’m weak. You think you break me down… send me on a downward spiral… crashing back to the bottom of the barrel… back in the gutter that I crawled out of before I came to FWA?”
Baxter leans back in the chair, rubbing his chin.
Big Bryan Bastard: “I guess it isn’t a bad idea. I shouldn’t be surprised, should I? You are THE SHOWMAN after all, aren’t you? You are quite literally a carny piece of shit. So of course that’s what you’d do. And quite frankly, that’s probably the only way you could get the best of me… by sending me back into the darkest parts of my life that almost consumed me. And as I laid on the mat, feeling that dark… liquid gold… running down my head… across my forehead, down the nose, and then… as some of it made it’s way through my lips and onto my tongue… guess what Crowe…”
“I felt nothing.”
“You see… I’ve come a long way the past two years. The old Bryan Baxter would’ve given in. The old Bryan Baxter would’ve gotten a little taste… walked to the back and probably snatched that beer from Tommy Bedlam and downed it right then and there. The old Bryan Baxter would’ve went back to the hotel and had an epic bender. The old Bryan Baxter would’ve imploded on himself. Starting an epic downward spiral like no one has ever seen before. He would’ve lost the title at Winter Wasteland… he would lose… everything… again.”
Bryan glances to the North American title around his shoulder, patting it gently.
Big Bryan Bastard: “One year… one year with this title… and I would’ve just pissed it all away.”
Baxter sighs deeply but then smirks.
Big Bryan Bastard: “But unfortunately… that’s not who you’re up against, Crowe.”
“I’m not the old Bryan Baxter.”
Baxter leans forward in the chair, getting very close to the camera.
Big Bryan Bastard: “I am Big. Bryan. Bastard.”
“And I cannot be defeated that easily.”
“No. I won’t be defeated. You think you’re owed something because you never lost this title. Well neither have I. And at Winter Wasteland… only one of us will be able to still say that. There will be no more denying who truly deserves this belt.”
“And it’s not gonna be you.”
We fade to commercials.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: “The following match is a Falls Count Anywhere Match set for one fall with a twenty-minute-time-limit and is our MAIN EVENT of the evening for the Gunfight One Ring!”
{X GON' GIVE IT TO YA || DMX}[MEDIA=youtube]36EBd2Q4-gg[/MEDIA]
Boos fill the arena as Xavien Marshall slowly saunters out from the back, his face showing little emotion as he emerges and stands on the stage, his half of the FWA Tag Titles slung haphazardly over his shoulder.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: “Introducing first... from East Cleveland, OH... weighing in at two-hundred eighteen pounds... he is one half of the FWA Tag Team Champions of the World.... XXXXXXXXXAAAAAAAVVVIIEEEEEEN MMMARRRRRRSHALLLLLLLLL!"
Anzu Kurosawa: "Xavien Marshall has arrived on the scene here in FWA and made a huge impact in a short amount of time. In just his second appearance he made it to the finals of the Gunfight Battle Royal which not only has earned him a spot in this match but that tag title he's got across his shoulder right now."
Rod Sterling: "That's right, Anzu. Him and his opponent tonight don't exactly see eye to eye but they managed to pull off the upset on our last edition of Meltdown when they defeated Konchu and Cyrus to win those tag belts."
Anzu Kurosawa: "That's despite neither being on the same page the entire match and nearly coming to blows with one another after the match."
Marshall makes his way down to the ring, sliding in through the bottom ropes, ignoring the boos from the crowd as he awaits his opponent.
{TOOTHACHE || JAYKAE}[MEDIA=youtube]hrSGMg8GTLw[/MEDIA]
The other half of the FWA Tag Champions, Jay Kenny, trots out from the back and is met with a more mixed reaction from the fans, many of them more willing to cheer for Kenny over Marshall after Marshall's actions last time on Meltdown.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: “And his opponent... he comes to us from The Warehouse by way of Small Heath, Birmingham... weighing in at two-hundred seven pounds... he is the other half of the FWA Tag Team Champions of the World... JJJJJJJJJJJJJAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY KKKKKKKKEEEENNNNNNYYYYYYYYYY!"
Anzu Kurosawa: "Much like his partner and opponent, Jay Kenny has also taken FWA by storm since his debut... and in the tag title match, it was Kenny who did most of the work in the match only for Marshall to come in and steal the glory at the end."
Rod Sterling: "These two, if they could get on the same page, have the makings of a formidable pairing... but that seems like a big IF. One has to wonder how long they'll be able to keep these belts with how much they don't seem to like one another. Especially with FTN and Dark Road Alliance waiting for them at Winter Wasteland... and Buddy Bowl winners Rock Show also waiting in the wings as well."
Anzu Kurosawa: "But tonight, it's about the Gunfight One Ring... and a shot at Tommy Bedlam's X Championship. The winner of thise match will have the opportunity to add more gold to their collection very early in their career!"
Jay Kenny keeps his eyes focused on Xavien Marshall in the ring, and Marshall also has his eyes locked in on his partner/opponent. While Kenny's face shows a look of determination and an eagerness to get his hands on Kenny, Kenny's face is blank and devoid of any emotion.
FOURTH MATCH || MAIN EVENT || 1/20.
Jay Kenny vs. Xavien Marshall.
Falls Count Anywhere Match for the Gunfight One Ring and a shot at the FWA X Championship.
Match writer: Dubb.
Referee Richard Davis brings Jay and Xavien to the center of the ring, showing both of them the Gunfight One Ring that is on the line. He then steps away and calls for the bell to officially start the match.
The two continue to stare each other down as the bell rings. The tension is evident between the two tag champs. Jay then takes his hand and reaches out to toward Xavien, offering up a fist bump to start the match.
Rod Sterling: “Jay Kenny looks to want to get this match started off on the right foot with a bit of respect…”
Marshall’s cold eyes look down at Kenny’s extended fist, and then back up to Kenny…
But Marshall instead turns away from Kenny. Annoyed, Jay grabs Marshall’s shoulder..
“Hey, what the fuck fam…”
SPINNING BACK FIST from Marshall to Kenny! Kenny is ROCKED backward and Marshall charges at Kenny, unloading a barrage of right and left closed fist punches to Jay’s head, working Jay back into the corner.
Anzu Kurosawa: “That’s quite the answer from Xavien Marshall. Jay didn’t see that coming and Marshall is quickly making him pay here.”
Now in the corner, Xavien Marshall is not letting up on his attack, relentlessly driving knees into Kenny’s midsection until Jay slumps down to the bottom turnbuckle as Kenny now begins to put boots to Jay’s head over and over again as it rests against that turnbuckle.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp…. Marshall’s shows no concern for his partner as he violently stomps on the side of Jay’s head over and over again. Richard Davis tries to encourage Marshall to get Jay away from the ropes, but Marshall shoves Davis away and keeps on stomping.
Rod Sterling: “There’s not much Rich can do here… there’s no disqualification and falls count anywhere so the ring ropes don’t mean much… but this isn’t a wrestling match so far… this is an assault on Jay Kenny!”
Marshall finally puts a stop to the stomps to Kenny’s head… only to place his boot across Kenny’s throat instead, blatantly choking Jay as Richard Davis can do nothing about it. Jay struggles against Marshall’s foot, gasping and clutching against the boot, his eyes starting to roll back… but Marshall lets go before Jay can fully pass out from the choke.
Xavien backs away, his eyes watching as Jay clutches at his throat, gasping for air on the mat before he climbs out of the ring only to grab a steel chair and slides right back in. Kenny grabs the ropes, pulling himself back up to his feet, only to turn around and get BLASTED in the head by the chair from Marshall!
Kenny dropped to the mat as Xavien lifted the chair high into the air and brought it down across Jay’s back. The boos in the crowd grow louder and louder as Marshall lifts the chair up again… and he brings it back down across Jay’s back again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again and again and again and again and again and again.
Marshall breathes heavily, his cold emotionless eyes now more crazed as he holds a severely dented chair in his hands.
Anzu Kurosawa: “What is wrong with this man!?”
Xavien tosses the chair away before he rolls Jay over onto his back, blood now rolls down from Jay’s forehead from the vicious chairshot. Xavien bends down, grabbing Kenny by the hair to lift his head up off them at… and uses his right hand to rain down an unprotected closed fist right to the top of his head!
The unhinged Marshall finally releases his clutch on Jay’s head - his head just falling to the canvas with a slight bounce as Kenny is motionless on the mat.
Marshall rolls him back over, taking him by the wrist… and STOMPS on the back of Kenny’s head!
Rod Sterling: “That’s the Debt Collector from Marshall… maybe this will put a stop to this now.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “He’s not even going for the pin though, Rod!”
While the barrage of boos continue, Xavien in fact is not going for the pin… instead he grabs Kenny by the wrist again…
And delivers ANOTHER DEBT COLLECTOR to the back of Jay’s head.
And for good measure… he delivers a THIRD stomp to the back of the head.
Richard Davis finally seems to have had enough as he comes over and steps in between Marshall and Kenny. He kneels down beside the clearly unconscious Jay Kenny…
AND HE CALLS FOR THE BELL!
{RESULT}Winners: Xavien Marshall via referee stoppage at 5:07.
Rod Sterling: “The boos from the fans say it all here… but Richard Davis really had no choice here. Xavien Marshall didn’t seem interested in even going for a pin.”
As the bell rings, Xavien Marshall steps away from Jay Kenny, looking down at his bloodied partner and opponent… and seems to take pride in his handiwork.
Katie-Lynn Goldsmith: ”Here is your winner…. Xavien Marshall!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “This was certainly not the match any of us expected… Jay Kenny didn’t get any offense in after Xavien Marshall came out of nowhere with his attack to start the match… it was just an all out, vicious, unhinged assault from Xavien.”
Rod Sterling: “And these two somehow have to team together at Winter Wasteland! ”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Xavien Marshall may have won the Gunfight One Ring… but at the expense of his own partner… and what kind of shape will he even be in for Winter Wasteland!”
Rod Sterling: “It’s definitely not ideal to go into a match with FTN and Dark Road Alliance with one partner not at 100%.”
Richard Davis lifts up Xavien Marshall’s hand in victory as the crowd responds with loud boos. Davis hands him the One Ring which Marshall snatches from the referee. Marshall holds it up in the air, examining it and then slides it onto his fingers.
The FWA Tag Titles are handed into the ring as well, which Marshall quickly grabs both of them. He slings his belt over his shoulder before walking over to the still motionless Jay Kenny… Marshall holds out the other tag title in his arm and he simply drops Kenny’s belt unceremoniously across his partner’s chest.
Meltdown comes to a close with “X Gon’ Give it to Ya” playing as Marshall exits the ring, leaving his partner out cold in the ring. The shot of the bloodied Kenny lying on the mat with one half of the tag titles across his chest is the sight that we fade on.
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 13:42:52 GMT
036: “GULAG ORKESTAR.”Live from Camille Chamoun Sports City Stadium in Beirut, Lebanon. Saturday 2nd December, 2023.The pyro shoots out from the stage as we join Fallout with a panning shot of the crowd in Beruit, Lebanon. We see some signs in the crowd that include “I’ll ride take a 8 Second Ride with Tommy Bedlam,” “I’m also a weaselperson,” “My Other Truck is a Cum Truck,” and “Alyster’s Gonna Kill Jeremy,” are some of the signs we spot in the audience.” Jean-Luc Watkins: ”Welcome everyone to another exciting episode of Fallout! This is our final show before Winter Wasteland and there’s still a lot to be determined for the show! Tonight we have a big triple threat tag match in the main event that certainly will have future tag division ramifications… whoever the tag champions may be coming out of Winter Wasteland… and so much more. But first… let’s go to the ring with Jon Russnow!We cut down to the ring where Jon Russnow, with microphone in hand, is standing by. In front of him is a table, and two clipboards. You know the drill! It’s a slow day creatively and we’re doing a contract signing! Jon Russnow: “Welcome back wrestling fans to another episode of Fallout! It’s great to be here in Beruit!”The crowd, which was already going wild, is now going mental. The camera pans around the audience and settles on a man grabbing and shaking his mate excitedly. Fan: “That’s where we live!”Russnow clears his throat, waiting for the cheap pop to die down. Jon Russnow: “Winter Wasteland is rapid approaching… and we have a huge main event scheduled for the FWA World Championship! But first we just have to make this official so allow me to bring down our two competitors…{YOU GOT A FRIEND IN ME || L’ORCHESTRA CINEMATIQUE}[MEDIA=youtube]vQ6uu6wH6Uw[/MEDIA] The boos are loud and overwhelming as “Your New Best Friend” Jeremy Best makes his way out from the back, waving to the fans with a big smile on his face. He blows some kisses to the less than adoring fans as he makes his way down to the ring, climbing up the steps and stepping through the ropes. He walks over to Russnow and shakes his hand. Jeremy Best: "Hiya Mr. Russnow! Thanks so much for having me!"Jon Russnow: "Oh, Jeremy. Don't be so coy. It's my pleasure to have you here. Your Buddy Bowl was a resounding success!"Jeremy Best: "I mean... I don't know if I'd go that far. It didn't quite go the way I wanted."Jon Russnow: "Oh, my boy, don't be modest. It was a huge success! The ratings were amazing! I knew this was a great idea and it's why you're standing with me now about to sign this contract! Because at Winter Wasteland, you're getting a World Title shot against Alyster Black."Jeremy Best: "Well, in that case - thank you, sir! Thank you for this opportunity! At Back in Business, I didn't think this would be possible. I thought it was the end of the road for ol' Jeremy. I thought people had given up on friendship. But this is my chance, Mr. Russnow. This is my chance to truly make the FWA the Friendship Wrestling Alliance. Because right now, Alyster Black... he is not the kind of champion this company needs.”
“In a time where friendship is more important than ever... a man who has ruined every friendship he has ever been a part of... is not our champion. When his best friend Krash was missing, what did he do? He moved on. He didn't care. He wasn't out there looking for his friend. And then he made a new friend in Chris Peacock. They became tag champions. But Alyster cared more about that FWA title than that friendship. And that's how we know he doesn't deserve that belt. He doesn't deserve to be the face of this company. Right now... now more than ever... what this company needs... is a friend."Jon Russnow: "Well in any event, I think everyone is really excited about this match and I think it's time we make it official."Jeremy Best: "Gladly! You know... so many people are afraid of Alyster Black. But I don't get it, y'know. I mean... I mean after all... I've beaten him... at Back in Town... and then... I beat him at King of the Deathmatch at his own game..."Jon Russnow: "Well, you did have..."Jeremy Best: "Yep, I've had a lot of success against Alyster Black. You're absolutely right! And it will continue at Winter Wasteland when I become FWA World Champion! Where do I sign?"Russnow slides the clipboard over to Jeremy who happily signs it. Jeremy Best: “That wasn’t so bad! Great! Well, it’s been fun Mr. Russnow but I have a match to prepare for and I think..”Jon Russnow: “Oh, wait, not so fast, Jeremy! That’s only one signature!”Jeremy Best: “Oh? Yeah, I know. But you can just get his later, right? I’m just gonna…”Jon Russnow: “That’s not how these things work! We have to get one more signature. You want to make this official right? Come on down… ALYSTER BLACK!”{SONNE || RAMMSTEIN}[MEDIA=youtube]YtEWoavDlcM[/MEDIA] The roof nearly pops off the arena with the sounds of Sonne hitting the speakers. And it only gets louder as the FWA Champion Alyster Black walks out from the back, holding the FWA title in his hand as he makes his way down to the ring with a purpose. He looks ready to fight as he climbs into the ring and tosses the belt down. Jeremy quickly ducks behind Russnow. Jeremy Best: “He still can’t touch me, right?!”Jon Russnow: “That’s right. Let’s keep this civil, Alyster. I don’t want to have to vacate your belt before this match can even happen.”Hearing that he is safe, Jeremy straightens back up and gives Russnow’s dress shirt a nice pat down, as if he was trying to straighten out his wardrobe all along. Jon Russnow: “Now… as we were, Alyster, all we need is your signature.Russnow lifts up the clipboard, handing it to Alyster. Black grabs the clipboard and the pen. Alyster Black: “All I want for Christmas… is to finish what Krash started at Back in Business. Everything you’ve done for the past year… my little buddy may never be the same because of the shit you put him through. So it’s the least I can do to finally end this once and for all. At Winter Wasteland… I’m not just walking out of Istanbul with my belt… but I’m walkin’ out with your fuckin’ head. So until then… go ahead, hide behind your stupid little restraining orders and your fatass partner all you want, Jeremy. Because with this signature… Winter Wasteland… you’re a fuckin’ dead man. ”Alyster puts pen to paper and signs the contract and then forcefully shoves it into Russnow’s chest. Jon Russnow: “There you have it ladies and gentlemen… the FWA World Title match at…Russnow is interrupted as Bryan Bastard slides into the ring from behind, and nails Alyster Black with the FWA North American Title! Blindsided, Black drops to the mat as Baxter puts the boots to the FWA World Champion while Jeremy watches on, cheering his partner on. Russnow decides to head for higher ground. Jean-Luc Watkins: ”That bastard! Jeremy and Alyster aren’t allowed to touch each other before Winter Wasteland - but apparently that doesn’t apply to his partner, Big Bryan Bastard! This isn’t the first time Baxter has done Jeremy’s dirty work against Alyster Black either! And Jeremy sure seems happy to let his partner try to soften up his opponent for Winter Wasteland!”Jeremy continues serving as cheerleader, encouraging Bryan to pull him up and give him the Bastard Driver through the table set up for the contract signing. Baxter nods as he grabs Black’s mask, and begins to pull him up… But suddenly the loud boos turn to cheers as… TOMMY BEDLAM AND CHRIS CROWE rush to the ring! Jean-Luc Watkins: ”The Deathswitch! They have their own issues with the Buddy System - especially Crowe with Baxter!”Jeremy quickly alerts Bryan to the arrival of Deathswitch, and BBB decides to release his hold on Black and the Buddy System duo quickly exit the ring just as Crowe and Bedlam are sliding in! Jean-Luc Watkins: ”The Buddy System want nothing to do with the Deathswitch - but that won’t be the case later tonight because these two teams are part of our triple threat main event! So they can run now - but there will be no avoiding them later!”As Jeremy and Bryan retreat up the aisle, Tommy offers up an arm and helps Alyster Black up to his feet. Black walks to the ropes, and gives a double middle finger to both Jeremy and Bryan as they disappear behind the curtains, much to the delight of the crowd. Natalie Rosenberg: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is a Winter Plunderland Death Match! Introducing first, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, she is one-third of the FWA Trios Champions, Bellatrix Bordeaux!{The Hex Girls || Hex Girls}[MEDIA=youtube]9btxEC73Dog[/MEDIA] The crowd seems to be firmly behind Trixie Bordeaux who appears at the top of the ramp looking a bit more…intense than usual, perhaps even a bit anxious. Jean Luc Watkins: “One would doubtlessly wonder where Trixie’s friends are, especially when - in this particular match - outside interference is perfectly legal. She’s part of The Coven, the Trios Champions. But Bellatrix Bordeaux said that she wanted to do this on her own tonight.”Natalie Rosenberg: “And her opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, Jeffry Mason!”{Small Town Titans || “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch”}[MEDIA=youtube]kKX_Lw3G4DU[/MEDIA]
Jean Luc Watkins: “Jeffry Mason looks as unhappy as usual. Coming off an impressive run in the Buddy Bowl with Tommy Bedlam, Mason looks like he’s ready to rip someone apart tonight.”Jeffry Mason appears at the top of the ramp dawning a white t-shirt that reads “Die Hard is NOT a Christmas Movie” as he looks toward the ring at Trixie Bordeaux, points at his shirt, and gives her an evil grin. The crowd in Lebanon lets him know exactly how little they like him. Before Mason can get into the ring, Trixie charges toward the ropes and goes feet-first between the bottom and second ropes, driving him to the ground as the bell sounds. FIRST MATCH || 1/20.Jeffry Mason vs. Trixie Bordeaux. Winter Plunderland Deathmatch.Match writer: Tommy. <<0:00>>With Mason already down on the floor, Trixie begins to put the “plunder” in Winter Plunderland. She immediately goes to ringside, flips the ring-skirt up and begins pulling out handfuls of weapons. A garbage can full of items, a table, some chairs, and other objects slide across the floor before Trixie finally smiles. She slowly raises up with a snow shovel in her hands. Bordeaux raises the snow shovel over her head, but before she can tee off on Mason’s head, he kicks her in the stomach, The snow shovel falls to the ground, barely missing Jeffry’s head. Jeffry Mason, the Death Match veteran, goes over to the trash can and begins his own plunder. He comes up with a strand of Christmas lights in his hands, that he quickly places around Bordeaux’s neck, choking her. As Bordeaux falls to the ground, Mason grabs the end of the strand of lights and drags her around. He pulls her up from the ground before whipping her back first into the ring post. The lights still around her neck, Bordeaux snaps back first into the cold steel. He picks her lifeless body up, throw her over his shoulder and charges in, driving her face first into the same post, immediately busting Bordeaux open. Jean Luc Watkins: “We knew this one would be violent, and I really don’t like Trixie’s chances here, but I didn’t even expect her to already be busted open.”<<5:09>>Somehow Trixie Bordeaux is back to her feet, but she’s bleeding badly. She picks up a steel chair that has found its way into the ring, and just as Mason charges in for a clothesline from behind, she spins around and smacks him in the face with the chair. Jeffry Mason falls to the ground in a heap! Bordeaux slides back out of the ring and goes to another part of the apron, looking for more weapons. She raises up, smiling through the crimson mask that stains her face. Jean Luc Watkins: “What does Bordeaux have? Oh my God! Is that..is that…a SNOW BLOWER?”Bordeaux does in fact have a handheld snow blower as she climbs back into the ring. With Jeffry Mason in the corner, trying to pull himself up, clearing the cobwebs from that brutal chair shot, Bordeaux charges in and she smacks him in the face with the snow bowler! She catches him flush across the nose, leading to blood gushing out of Jeffry’s face. Jean-Luc Watkins: “Oh my God! His nose has to be broken!”Trixie isn’t done. She stomps across the ring and picks up a kendo stick that is wrapped in red and white, resembling a giant candy cane. She lets out a blood-curdling scream and begins to wail away at Jeffry Mason. She’s beating him senseless with the stick which slowly begins to splinter. Trixie Bordeaux: “DIE HARD IS A CHRISTMAS MOVIE!!!!9:12The ring mat is soaked in blood. There are shards of wood from the kendo stick. It looks like an absolute warzone in the ring. Having the same thought, both Bordeaux and Mason have climbed back into the ring with a garbage can filled with fluorescent light tubes. Trixie looks a bit hesitant as Mason gives her a blood-soaked grin that causes the stadium to shutter. Both competitors, in an effort to be first, pull a light tube out of their respective cans, smashing them over the head of the other. The white, frosted glass flying through the air looks like snow. Trixie stumbles a bit, but manages to grab another tube as Mason does the same. Once again, they bash each other over the head with a light tube. Mason doesn’t seem phased, but Bordeaux does. Somehow, she manages to find the strength to pull out a third light tube, but before she can swing, Mason manages to smash two tubes over her head, hitting her with one on each side. Trixie falls, and appears to be out cold. Mason goes for the pin. 1… 2… 3… NO! NO! Bellatrix Bordeaux manages to get a shoulder up at the last possible second. Jeffry Mason dumps the remaining light tubes out of his can on top of Trixie, who still isn’t really moving. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and jumps off, elbow dropping into the tubes, shattering them all over Trixie’s body. Jean Luc Watkins: “Oh my God. That may have just ended Trixie’s career, if not worse.”Mason goes for another pin. 1… 2… 3… NO! Trixie kicks out again! This one isn’t over, yet. <<12:17>>Mason has seemingly given up on trying to pin Trixie, which doesn’t bother him that much. He seems perfectly content to inflict as much pain on her as possible. He reaches under the ring and grabs a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Jean-Luc Watkins: “That’s not a Christmas decoration, folks. There’s nothing winter-themed about that, but I doubt Mason gives a damn. He’s going to end this little bimbo.”Trixie is struggling to get back to her feet after another recent flurry of Jeffry Mason offense. She puts both arms over the top rope and pulls herself up just in time to see Jeffry Mason coming at her, the barbed wire bat over his head. He swings straight down with it…BUT TRIXIE falls to the mat! The baseball bat bounces off the top rope, and the bat bounces back, and straight into Jeffry Mason’s skull! It’s stuck there! The barbed wire has dug into Mason’s scalp! He lets go of the handle for a moment, but it doesn’t matter. The barbed wire won’t let go of his cranium! Jean Luc Watkins: “That would have killed Bordeaux! I guess anything goes but, come on! Nobody wants a body on their conscience!”Mason falls to the ground where he finally manages to pull the bat out of his head, but the blood loss is significant. Trixie somehow manages to pull herself back into the ring, and she goes for a pin. 1… 2… NO! Mason gets a shoulder up at 2 and ¾. <<15:22>>Trixie gets a sadistic look on her face as she pulls a section of barbed wire away from the bat. She wraps it around her right hand and forearm. Mason is coming too, and he has his own red and white kendo stick in his hand, but Trixie doesn’t see it. She sneaks up behind him, but he spins around and smacks her in the ribs with the stick. Trixie falls to her knees, as Mason pulls the kendo stick back, going for another shot. Somehow, maybe out of instinct, or maybe out of desperation, Trixie uses her barbed wire-wrapped hand, and punches Mason square in the dick! He drops the kendo stick as Trixie sadistically begins to grind the barbed wire into Mason’s genitals! Trixie somehow drags Mason toward the turnbuckle and drapes him face-first into the corner. She grabs the same snow shovel that she tried to use at the onset of this match and smacks him across the back with it. Mason staggers backward a couple steps, and Trixie, with the barbed wire still wrapped around her arm charges in, wraps the barbed wire around his face, and delivers the Hocus Pocus! Jean Luc Watkins: “She hit it! But she has to make the pin here. We have to be approaching the time limit!Trixie slowly crawls over and drapes herself across Jeffry Mason. 1… 2… 3… DING! DING! DING! {RESULT}Winner: Trixie Bordeaux via Pinfall at 19:41. Trixie Bordeaux rolls over onto her back as the official checks on both participants. Jean Luc Watkins: “She did it! Bellatrix Bordeaux stepped into the violent world of Jeffry Mason, and somehow, someway, she won. She just went toe to toe with the epitome of violence, and came out victorious.Trixie slowly pulls herself up to her feet. She’s covered in blood, but as the official raises her hand, she offers her own sadistic smile as the Lebanon crowd comes unglued. Blake Taylor is standing in the middle of the ring with a hooded figure lying at his feet, a dog collar and leash in his hand, and a menacing look on his face as he gazes towards the back. John Russnow is standing beside him, mic in hand. Jon Russnow: “Blake Taylor, the things that you’ve done over the last few weeks are absolutely disgusting. In no way does FWA condone kidnapping. The next time you want a match with someone, you come to my office, and you ask. You may think that you’re in cont-”Blake Taylor: “Maddie! Maddie! It is time to come out from the back and look into my eyes. You are haunting my dreams and ruining my nightmares, and if you want your little friend released from my captivity, you are going to have to show your face and accept my terms. Blood will be traded for blood, and I will have yours. Russnow here, he has the contract for our street fight in his hands. You get your ass down here and sign this thing, or you never see your little friend here again.”There is a pull at the chains, and Blake abruptly tugs on it before kicking the hooded figure, then he continues speaking. Blake Taylor: ”Once I have had my way with you, it will be you who is placed on the leash. It will be you who bows before my feet. It will be you who looks up from the mat at me and recognizes that I am better than you in every single way…”The lights go off in the arena as 'Jungle' by Fred Again blasts around the arena. From the back emerges Madison Gray, who, rather than wearing her Karate Gi, is dressed in a smart black and red pantsuit. She looks far from pleased as she gazes down towards the ring." Madison Gray: “If you were to do that you would lose all your leverage and then you wouldn’t have your moment under the spotlight. The big match you are so desperate to have against a teenager just barely an adult with only two wins to her name, although I suppose when that is two more wins than you are ever going to achieve I must seem like some sort of God to you. Is that what you want? Do you seek my attention or do you simply want my love?”Madison slowly walks from the entrance ramp to halfway down the entrance ramp before stopping once again. Madison Gray: ”I don’t know who I am meant to feel worse for, honestly. You or Laramie. I mean, in Laramie’s case, she was abducted against her will and has been forced to travel the globe as your hostage. On the other hand, there is you. The other person I was in a match with at the 18th Anniversary. I must admit that after I claimed my first-ever victory, I was proud to have won against Jack the Clipper. But, being brutally honest, until last week, I didn’t even really know who you were or realize we had ever shared the ring together.”Madison offers a smile while Blake looked far from pleased as he approached the ropes and pulled at the leash, dragging the supposed Laramie after him. Blake Taylor: “Watch your tongue, bitch! I will throw your friend over the ropes and break her neck.”Madison raises her index finger and made a tutting gesture, as if to suggest this would be a bad idea. Madison slowly walks from the entrance ramp halfway down before stopping once again. Madison Gray:“This is your one chance and your only chance. Let Laramie go, or things will take place that will be out of my control.”Blake slams his fist down against the ring ropes and looks furious. Blake Taylor: “Now, listen here, bitch. It is me who is…”Madison Gray: “No, you are going to listen to me because I am sick and tired of hearing your nonsense. Unlike you, I have friends in high places, and you have ten seconds to release Laramie; otherwise, this is all going to go very wrong for you. 10, 9, 8…”Blake Taylor: “Get your ass in here and sign this contract!”Madison Gray: “7, 6, 5, 4…”Blake Taylor: “...what I want. I am the one holding the cards in this situation.”Madison Gray: “3, 2, 1, and that is time. So now you have lost your leverage and also lost the power of sight. Madison looks at the camera and clicks her fingers.”On the big screen at the top of the ramp, weaselperson appears…and chews a power cable in half! With the lights off in the arena, sounds of confusion emanate from the crowd, and there is a rustling sound in the ring. As the lights are turned back on, Blake Taylor and Jon Russnow are the only two in the ring, while Madison and now an unmasked Laramie stand by her side. Laramie looks battered, bruised, and worse for wear. Madison Gray: “Now, Blake, you have lost your leverage. But you know what? I’m giving you your match at Winter Wasteland. Mr. Russnow, if you would be so kind as to open your little notebook there, you’ll see that the contract is signed. You want a streetfight, Taylor? You’ve got one.”Jon Russnow opens the black folder with the FWA logo emblazoned on it. He nods and holds it out to Blake Taylor, who is looking incensed and absolutely enraged by the entire situation as Madison disappears backstage with a camera shot zooming in on a graphic design sewn into her jacket of a weasel standing next to a lioness. Blake Taylor grabs an ink pen from Russnow, signs his name to it, and slams it back into Russnow’s chest. {ONE HEADLIGHT || THE WALLFLOWERS}[MEDIA=youtube]Zzyfcys1aLM[/MEDIA] There’s a pop in the stadium as XYZ appears on stage, trailed as ever by his ragtag band of followers. The Menage are busy handing out single roses of various colours to the fans in the front row as XYZ flamboyantly struts down the ramp ahead of them. Natalie Rosenberg: "The following contest is a singles match-up scheduled for one fall…"ONE FALL!Natalie Rosenberg: "… with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the Menage… from Sitka, Alaska and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds… XYZ!!"Jean-Luc Watkins: "XYZ has had a tough time of it as of late. First, he was busy attempting to curry favour with both Vengador and Trevor Walker by handing out flowers to them, much like the ones being distributed to our audience by the Menage right now. Although Walker was rather typically angry at his floral gift, these overtures seemed to have a positive - or at least neutral - effect on Vengador. When the three teamed last week, though, Vengador looked frustrated at the manner of their loss to Tr1ck or Tr4sh - sorry, wrestling fans, that’s Tr-one-ck or Tr-four-sh, rather difficult to pronounce those ridiculous numerals - and left XYZ alone in the middle of the ring. X seems back in his usual upbeat form as he makes his way to the ring, as he prepares to take on the second most accomplished in-ring performer on the current FWA roster of announcers…"X is in the middle of the ring, listening to a few last minute words of encouragement, as his music fades out. It is replaced by… {UNDER YOUR SPELL || DESIRE}[MEDIA=youtube]9K7rmxjk5RQ[/MEDIA] Anzu Kurosawa appears on stage, receiving a moderate showing of support from the fans in attendance. She is beaming from ear to ear and offers a double thumbs up before walking towards the ring. Natalie Rosenberg: "And his opponent: she weighs in tonight at one hundred and five pounds, and hails from Hiroshima, Japan… Anzu… KUROSAWA!"Jean-Luc Watkins: "I spoke to Anzu earlier today and asked her why she accepted this booking here tonight on Fallout 036, to which she rather cryptically replied training. For what, she would not say, but one would have to imagine with the King of the Deathmatch on the horizon that this is what Anzu is tuning up for. Ring rust will doubtlessly be a factor, and she faces an XYZ who is probably out to prove a point at her expense."When Anzu passes the Menage, she gratefully accepts a half-dozen roses and smells them happily. She is still smiling as she climbs up the steps and into the ring, where she carefully deposits her bouquet beneath the top turnbuckle pad. She seems happy with the arrangement before turning to face X. The two exchange a familiar wave before nodding at the official, signifying that they’re ready to go. He calls for the bell. SECOND MATCH || 1/20.XYZ vs. Anzu Kurosawa. Singles Match.Match writer: SS. << 00:00. >>The two circle the ring before coming at one another for a collar and elbow, but Anzu - smaller and wilier - slips beneath X’s grasp and goes behind, hitting the ropes and nailing the turning X with a running forearm! X goes down to one knee, Anzu immediately placing him in a front facelock, hooking an arm, and then nailing him with a… Jean-Luc Watkins: "BRAAAAINBUSTAAAAAH! Anzu hits it in the opening minute of the match!! And now she heads towards the top rope, looking to finish XYZ off before this one’s even started!"Kurosawa balances on top and leaps off with a picture-perfect frogsplash… only for X to roll out of the way!! Anzu crashes, burns, and then skids across the ring. X, more than a little sluggish, fights to his feet and hoists Kurosawa up in a front facelock of his own… he spikes her onto the top of her head with a DDT! Somehow, Anzu climbs straight to her feet, but is wiped out again by a running STO, followed by a leaping elbow drop! Jean-Luc Watkins: "XYZ’s moveset might be unorthodox, but it’s explosive, lending itself to combinations like that one. It’s X’s turn to go to the top! He deftly negotiates to the turnbuckles… here comes the rope walk!"X tightrope walks to the middle of the top rope, using it for some extra leverage before somersaulting in with a leg drop… which Anzu rolls out of the way! It’s X’s turn to crash and burn, with Anzu pouncing, going in for the kill. She gathers him for what might be a second brainbuster… but X reverses with a small package! Shoulders down! ONE… TWO… THR – NO!! Kickout from Anzu and, looking for some respite, she rolls beneath the bottom rope and onto the outside. X follows her out, chasing her around the corner of the ring… … and coming face to face with the six foot five, two hundred and fifty pound frame of Vengador. Jean-Luc Watkins: "Vengador is here at ringside, and he’s holding a bouquet of flowers not dissimilar to the one he received from X a month or so ago. I know that these two have some sort of thing going on, but in the middle of a sanctioned match-up is not a good time for them to be exchanging gifts."Vengador begins to lift his arm, as if offering the bouquet to X. X, backed by the onlooking Menage, begins to smile at the suggested implication… before getting slammed in the gut by a stiff kick from Vengador! The official has no choice but to call for the bell! {RESULT}Winner: XYZ via disqualification at 03:10. The audience begin to boo, both at the official’s decision and at Vengador’s implied one. This intensifies when Vengador hoists X up and hits him with his Awful Waffle finisher! Jean-Luc Watkins: "XYZ gets impaled by Justicia! On the outside! The referee with no choice but to throw this one out…"No official calls from Rosenberg, with Vengador looming next to her position and staring down at XYZ. He still has his flowers in his hand. The Menage stand a few feet away, but are frozen in fear. THWACK!Anzu nails Vengador on the back with the chair, but the much larger man doesn’t even flinch. He turns around, and when Anzu tries to hit him in the dome he nails her with a big boot, sending the chair flying across the air. Vengador turns back to X, standing over his fallen figure. He lays the flowers atop X’s chest, beholding the image for a moment with an inscrutable expression upon his face. Finally, he walks away, the camera fading to black as he walks up the ramp. [LAST THURSDAY, on MELTDOWN XXXVI…]
Backstage at Meltdown, the electric energy of the arena lingers in the air as Brooklyn Steiner, the resilient contender for the FWA Television Championship, strolls through the bustling corridors. Sporting a few bruises from his recent triumph against Gerald Grayson, Steiner exudes a mix of determination and satisfaction. His attire, casual in jeans and sneakers, is complemented by a vintage CWA pink Mr. Showtime t-shirt, a nod to wrestling history. In this hive of backstage activity, Steiner encounters one of the few allies he's found in the FWA, FWA interview Katie Baxter. Katie Baxter: "Brooklyn! Congratulations on that win! You really brought the house down out there.”Steiner grins, appreciating the genuine praise. The two share a quick fist bump, the camaraderie evident. Brooklyn Steiner: "Hey, Katie! You up for grabbing some post-show grub? My treat.”Katie, with a hint of regret in her eyes, turns to face Steiner. Katie Baxter: "I'd love to, Brooklyn, but I've got some more backstage interviews lined up. Raincheck?”Despite the setback, Steiner maintains his smile, understanding the demands of the FWA life. Brooklyn Steiner: "Absolutely. Raincheck it is.” Continuing his journey through the backstage labyrinth, a sudden and unusual occurrence captures Steiner's attention. From above, a business card flutters down, landing at his feet. Intrigued and slightly perplexed, he picks it up, scanning the mysterious message: "Nephew?" Confused, Steiner crumples the card, dismissing it as an oddity. Unexpectedly, another business card descends from above, and Steiner, quick reflexes on display, catches it mid-air. This one reads, "Be One?" His smirk betrays a mix of amusement and intrigue, but with a shake of his head, Steiner dispels the notion. Determined, he crumples the card and tosses it aside. Just as he walks away, a third and final business card flutters down, presenting a simple yet persistent question: "You Sure?" Unfazed, Steiner defiantly throws the card away, the determination etched on his face as he marches on. *SHIK...SHIK....SHik...*As Brooklyn goes to leave, a strange kind of scrapping sound echoes through the corridor; Brooklyn looks up, a frown clean on his face as he looks towards a dark part of a nearby hallway and the mystery is solved. *SHIK...SHIK....SHik...*There, leaning against the wall, looking as menacing as can be, is Jack The Clipper, with both scissor sisters, one of them holding quite a course-looking rock upon which Jack The Clipper is scrapping a pair of clippers with an expert hand. Sharpening his tools all the while staring idly at Brooklyn Steiner *SHIK...SHIK....SHik...*No word was exchanged, no comment whatsoever But the threat has been made. *SHIK...SHIK....SHik...*As the two of them stare each other down, a black cat suddenly runs past them! The hairs stand up on the back of their neck as a gust of wind blows through the hallway, extinguishing a candle that was nearby for a convenient reason. After some mysterious smoke disperses, the Witch Queen herself Kleio De Santos can be seen emerging from within. Now all three of the FWA Television Championship competitors are in the hallway. No one is talking. Both Steiner and Jack The Clipper stare at Kleio, or more specifically the Television Championship belt that is around her waist. Kleio notices them staring, and finally breaks the silence. Kleio De Santos: "Uh, excuse me…my eyes are up here.”Brooklyn Steiner: "I swear this place is just filled with characters….” Brooklyn looks up at Kleio and smirks. Brooklyn Steiner: "Just looking at the prize my dear, and the prize ain’t you. No evil barber and a witch is going to stand in my way from getting that right there…”Steiner points at the TV title around the waist of the champion. Brooklyn Steiner: "This humble guy vibes that I have been on might be running its course, I’m starting to learn how things work around here. Take what you want.“One of the two number one contenders for the FWA TV title Steiner gives a small chuckle as he observes the situation at hand. Brooklyn Steiner: "I don’t really see us being in the same room again til Winter Wasteland, and I really don’t want to be around this as you guys just give me Spirit Halloween Store vibes and I’m weirded out. So to your face….”Steiner points at Jack. Brooklyn Steiner: "And yours.”He points at Kleio. Brooklyn Steiner: "Don’t make the mistake that you probably are thinking that you won’t.”Kleio chuckles. She let Steiner go on his little spiel, and he was looking awfully proud of himself for doing so. But now it was her turn. Kleio De Santos: "Are you done? Yes? Good. Now it’s my turn. Spirit Halloween is a funny little dig, but the only one pretending right now is you. Pretending as though you’re something different than us. I mean, you of all people should know exactly what that’s like. You were an actor, right? Or well, a failed actor. That never really worked out for you did it? So what made you think you’d be able to come to the FWA and succeed in this? Obviously you seem to think you’re above playing into a character. And maybe that’s your biggest mistake. The thing is…me? I’m not a character. The Coven, under my leadership, currently has four championship belts around our waists. This Christmas, you’re going to be wishing you were back doing shitty little Hallmark Christmas Movies. You’d play the role of big city douchebag who gets left at the end for the small town hero pretty well. “Jack The Clipper chuckles at the joke. But it was a mistake, as now Kleio turns her attention to him. Kleio De Santos: "And YOU. Quite frankly, I was hoping you made your way into this match. I saw well enough when I had to carry you in our tag team match a few shows ago, that you’re nowhere close to me. The only way I can foresee me losing my championship, is if YOU let Steiner get you in some sort of rollup. This match would be a lot better quite honestly if you would kindly excuse yourself from it. The fact is, you’re the third wheel in this one. I’m not sure if Vegas has released their odds yet, but I don’t think anyone would be shocked if they have you at the bottom. You’ve got no chance of winning this title, none at all. Brooklyn is a bit of an unknown, but you? We’ve seen enough. You’re not a Spirit Halloween costume…no. You know what you remind me of? One of those tacky characters who always get eliminated in the early weeks of Ground Zero. Eventually, you’re going to be put in the same Hall of Shame that Steve The Techno Vampire and Funky Fedora, god bless his soul, are sitting in right now. And that’s that…none of you are real threats to me, but both of you would be making a grave mistake to not take me seriously. I have this championship around my waist for a reason. El Vengador and Madison Gray couldn’t stop me, and neither of you will either.” Kleio leaves it at that. Silence fills the hallway. Those watching at home are left wondering if either will dignify Kleio’s rants with a response… Brooklyn winks at Kleio as a man who prefers his in ring ability do a good chunk his talking goes to walk off before turning back. Brooklyn Steiner: "See you guys this Christmas!”The scene opens to a dimly lit room where a single light hangs low over a chair. In the chair, a cowboy hat pulled down low over his eyes, we see FWA X Champion, Tommy Bedlam, siting there with a glass of whiskey in his hand. The camera pans in close as Tommy slowly raises his face. Through the shadow cast by the hat, we can see that Tommy looks tired and haggard. Tommy Bedlam: “Keres. The Empress of the TORN Universe. The Daughter of Demise. A few weeks back, Chris Crowe and I kicked your ass, and you, as usual, did your little spooky shit routine after the match, scratching that X into my chest. Ever since that moment, things have been…different.”Tommy raises his glass and takes a long, slow drink, killing off the whiskey and slowly turning the glass in his hand. Tommy Bedlam: “Look into my eyes, Keres. Do I look tired? I know I do. I look like hell. I don’t sleep that well anymore, but I think you already know that. I don’t know how things work at ‘The Residence’ or in your weird little universe that you’ve created for yourself, but where I’m from, when you have a problem with somebody, you fight them. One of you walks away, and the other one, if they’re able, eventually does the same.”
“For whatever reason, you’ve turned your attention to me. You’ve locked your eyes onto me and my family, and I guess my X Title. But Keres, I think there’s something that you’re forgetting.”Tommy takes his cowboy hat off and runs his fingers through his hair. Suddenly, the screen flashes and Keres appears. She gives a hint of a faint smile and slowly draws an X in the air. Tommy chuckles a bit. Tommy Bedlam: “That. That’s the shit that I’m talking about. Your little voodoo shit doesn’t mean anything in this world. You can poke your little dolls with needles, conjure up whatever the hell you think you need to conjure up to take what’s mine and chant your incantations at the sky all damn night. None of that will save you when you step between those ropes with me.”Tommy’s getting a bit louder and he squeezes the glass that once held his whiskey until it shatters in his hand, creating a steady stream of blood. He slowly raises his hand closer to the light, tilting his head as he watches the blood run from his palm, dripping onto his shirt. His chuckle turns into a bit more of a laugh, as Tommy slips further into madness. Tommy Bedlam: “You want my attention? You got it, Keres. You and me. Winter Wasteland. That is…if you survive tonight.”Natalie Rosenberg: “The next contest is set for one fall with a twenty-minute-time-limit!”And now… all of the lights turn off momentarily as a demonic voice speaks out to all who are in attendance. While this intro plays, a bright red spotlight pops in the center of a smoke filled stage where it illuminates over a dark hooded figure. The song begins… {The Demon’s Carol || BlaQKout}[MEDIA=youtube]kHYdLveMYxc[/MEDIA] The lights return and Death Walker is already inside of the ring, much to the surprise of everyone but no one chooses to question how he got there so quickly… Natalie Rosenberg: “Introducing first, from the depths of HELL! Weighing in at 243 lb…he is The Dark Traveler…he is…Death Walkerrrrrr!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Wrestling fans, we’ve seen in recent weeks Death Walker attacking the returning Gerald Grayson. His reasons remain unknown, but due to those attacks he’s awoken something inside of Gerald Grayson that will be unleashed upon Death Walker at Winter Wasteland when those two clash!”{Fred again… || Jungle}[MEDIA=youtube]fzSjRfuV6GI[/MEDIA] Madison Grey emerges from the back and after a brief pose on stage she steadily makes her way down to the ring. Natalie Rosenberg: “His opponent, from Gunwharf Quays, Portsmouth and weighing in at 125 lb…she is The Young Lioness…Madison Graaaaaay!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Madison Gray has had her fair share of issues as of late, but with Blake Taylor, who has chosen to make things personal with Madison Gray and it was made official earlier this evening that those two will collide at Winter Wasteland. Tonight, Gray must put that behind her and focus on the tall task that stands in front of her.”Gray enters the ring and shows no intimidation as she stares across at her opponent. Referee Richard Davis does his last minute checks and then calls for the bell… THIRD MATCH || 1/20.Death Walker vs. Madison Gray. Singles Match.Match writer: Jimmy. DING! DING! DING! << 00:00 >>Gray is unsure of how to start this off with her much larger opponent but she opts for a traditional grapple. However, that doesn’t work in her favor as Death Walker shoves her back into a corner. Walker charges at Gray in the corner but Gray moves and Walker hits the corner. Gray begins to lay in Walker with various strikes, but those seem to have little effect on the big man. Walker catches her by the foot and spins her around and locks in a rear waistlock, but Gray manages to slip away and she slithers between legs where she places herself behind Walker and she wisely clips him in the back of the leg! She strikes once more and another time until Walker starts to stagger and drop to a knee. Gray begins to pummel Walker with clubbing blows to the back. Gray strikes with a spinning heel kick but Walker hasn’t fully dropped to the mat just yet. Gray strikes again with front thrust but Walker snatches her by the leg and shoves her back. Gray approaches him but Walker takes her down by the legs and locks in a kneebar hold on Gray. Jean-Luc Watkins: “Madison Gray had found an opening but Death Walker has powered his way back into this match, and now he’s slowed down the pace with a kneebar submission. Wise move by Death Walker to target one of Madison Gray’s greatest weapons, that is her kicks.”Death Walker begins to pound away at Gray’s leg while it’s locked in the hold as Gray is doing her best to fight out of it. Eventually, Gray manages to snag the bottom rope in time to break it up. Gray struggles to her and as she’s using the ropes as leverage she catches an incoming Death Walker with a sharp elbow! Gray goes for a roundhouse kick but again Walker catches her by the leg, and this time he counters with a dragon screw leg whip! Gray is sent to the mat but she’s quickly back on her feet but taken right back down with a running big boot! Walker isn’t through yet as he brings her back up this time and drops her on her head with a backdrop suplex! He then makes the cover… One…TW--NO!! << 05:11 >>The action continues with Death Walker in firm control with Gray in the corner and he’s pummeling her with repeated knee thrusts to the midsection. Walker drags her away from the corner and connects with a bridging northern lights suplex! One…TW--NO!! Walker has Gray in a front facelock and he starts to slap her around. He lays into her with repeated forearm strikes, but all this does is fire up the young woman as she comes back with a headbutt that knocks Death Walker back a few steps. Walker seems pleased by this turn of events but Gray is having none of his games and goes for a roundhouse, but she psyches him out and catches him with a leg sweep! Jean-Luc Watkins: “That’s the first time Death Walker has been taken off his feet during this match! Madison Gray has found her second wind and has now turned the tides in her favor, wrestling fans!”Walker is back on his feet however but Gray fires back with a discus elbow smash! She fires off more discus elbow smashes that have Walker reeling on the ropes. Gray hits a standing dropkick to Walker, who is still against the ropes, and Gray brings him in…snap suplex! Another snap suplex! She follows that up with a bridging half-nelson suplex! One…TW--NO!! << 08:18 >>
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Madison Gray is still in this fight and now she has that Muta Lock applied on Death Walker, who is refusing to give up just yet!”Madison Gray won’t back down and has the hold cinched on Death Walker but soon enough he starts to power out of it and he has one of Gray’s hands. He starts to bend back her fingers until Gray is forced to break the hold. Gray checks on her fingers before shaking that off and she’s on her feet at first. Gray waits as Death Walker rises and charges at him with a running dropkick that knocks him back into a corner. Gray charges at Walker in the corner but Walker moves out of the way and Gray hits the corner Gray stumbles backward right into the waiting arms of Death Walker…Bedtime Story! Sleeper suplex on Gray and Walker makes the cover… One…two…THR--NO!! Walker brings her up and sends her toward the ropes, but Gray counters and sends Walker to the ropes. Gray goes for The Disappointed Master, but Death Walker ducks underneath and Gray spins around in time…Pitch Black! Discus clothesline to Gray and Walker makes the pin… One…two…THREE!!! {RESULT}Winner: Death Walker via pinfall at 11:02. Natalie Rosenberg: “Here is your winner, Death Walker!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Take nothing away from Madison Gray, who put up an admiral fight but Death Walker proved to be too powerful for her.”Death Walker thinks about harming Madison Gray some more but thinks better of it and leaves the ring just how he arrived while Gray is tended to. There is a sound of hearty laughter in a backstage area where a group of people are gathered. Namely backstage personnel along with Lou Cha, we see the group known as Tr1ck or Tr4sh celebrating… something. Halloween Knight is sorting through a mound of candy and throwing it around the room, Juan Tothrefor sips a beer and Trash Mammal is scurrying around the floor collecting anything that has been discarded by those enjoying the candy. Halloween Knight: "Say Juan, amigo, how many wins is that for us now, huh?"Juan Tothrefor: "Well, if my count is correct… we’ve got two! We’re two and oh, amigos! Vamos!"Halloween Knight: "Now, Christmas may not be my favourite time of the year - it is no Halloween, after all, but I’m going to enjoy this time off! Then next year, in 2024, Tr1ck or Tr4sh are going for those Trios Championships!"A nice cheer goes up in the room and people take sips of their drinks. A bottle cap flies up into the air and Trash Mammal leaps upwards like a salmon from the crowd and catches it in mid air. ???: "Now wait just a moment…"Tr1ck or Tr4sh are interrupted by the arrival of three masked luchadors, only semi-familiar to long-time FWA viewers as Jobber Jimbo, Jiggy Jon, and Jugem Jugem of the much lauded enforcement stable Triple J Security. There is little to no pop within the arena for the arrival of these three half-forgotten relics of the past. The silence in the room is broken by Trash Mammal, who pops his head up from the throng of people. Trash Mammal: "Who da fook are these goiys?"Jiggy Jon: "Check the annals of this company and our names will be oft spoken there. Half-forgotten by the likes of you, of course. I am Jiggy Jon, and these are my brothers in a non-traditional sense, my brothers-in-arms, Jobber Jimbo and Jugem Jugem. Triple J Security."Jugem, noticeably larger than the other two, flexes his muscles, looming gormlessly. Jugem Jugem: ”Jugem jugem.”The complete nonsense causes Juan and Halloween Knight to shrug, unsure of how to react. From elsewhere in the crowd, Trash Mammal rears his head once more. Trash Mammal: "What da fook do ya want?"Jobber Jimbo: "We’re here to pick a fight."Jiggy Jon: "With you, if that isn’t obvious."Jobber Jimbo: "You think you’ve earned a night off in Istanbul? Our employer disagrees. And we have friends in high places around here. Always have. The match is already official: you three, whatever you are exactly, against us three, whatever we are exactly. Winter Wasteland. Your night off can wait."Jugem Jugem lets out a growl. Jugem Jugem: “Jugem.”Triple J Security leave the shot, allowing Tr1ck or Tr4sh to gaze after them meaningfully as we fade to black. It's a HUGE pop. As Gabby's music hits, the crowd rises to its feet as one… and she comes strutting out and marches left and right on the stage, soaking up the reaction with a small smile. She doesn't actually walk down the ramp, which is unusual, but she has a mic in her hand as she walks to and fro Gabrielle: "I know I'm not meant to be here tonight, and I know I'm interrupting the show, but I thought I would come out here and conduct a social experiment. She pauses briefly as a hum of curiosity goes through the crowd. Gabrielle: "See, when I came back here, it was for a very simple reason: To save Lizzie Rose from herself, even if that meant beating the ever-loving snot out of her, so I asked her for a match, but she turned me down. Not because she doesn't want a match, no because Keres doesn't want her to"Boos rain down, to which Gabby seems to nod in agreement. Gabrielle: "And maybe that's my fault...Maybe I didn't realize the situation. I didn't know how far Lizzie had gone and how deep Keres had gotten in her head. Keres has her wrapped around her little finger, trying to use her as a toy soldier she can just wind up and play with at will...And that's HER mistake. Because no matter how deep she thinks she has gotten in Lizzie's head... I'm always going to be deeper. Keres got her playing in her little fantasy world, but the one thing she didn't count on? One more tie to reality. How much does Lizzie Rose hate me. No one can press her buttons more than me.”[/color] A small smirk appears on her face as she speaks. Gabrielle: "And that's the truth of the matter. Do you want to know what else is the truth? In 2020, on ground zero, there arrived a small red-headed girl from Brooklyn that absolutely no one believed in. No one thought she would be capable of anything, yet I took her under my wing and made sure she got an FWA contract. Why? Why did I do that? Was it because I saw something special in her? Did I feel like there was a diamond in the rough there? Did I think Lizzie Rose had all the potential in the world?"
"...Nah, I just needed someone to carry my bags."A cruel laugh escaped Gabby's lips as she continued pacing across the stage. Gabrielle: "Actually, no, that's a lie; that wasn't the only reason I kept her around...She was funny. She amused me, I guess you can say; I saw her as a ....Pet....a little puppy that just kept yapping at my heels."Gabby paused and looked behind her, to the entrance as if expecting something to happen...but nothing did; she shrugged her shoulders and continued on- Gabrielle: "I mean, if we're just being honest here? That's how we ALL saw Lizzie Rose; at least, that is how I always saw her, even when she changed into Elizabeth Rose. I sat back in my mansion, sitting on my couch, eatin' eating my popcorn, watchin' FWA on my big-ass TV....and I watched Elizabeth Rose's debut...and you know what I did? I laughed – LAUGHED – at her walking down this ramp and actin' like a big shot. Acting like no one really gives a shit about her? Acting like she doesn't owe everything she has to me. If anything, the fact that Lizzie-Elizabeth...whatever has achieved what she has, is down to me. And me only.”[/color] Gabby spread open her arms as she spoke. Gabrielle: "I'm the fairy godmother of the wrestling world. I can take any dumpy, no-talent loser, sprinkle a little fairy dust on her and turn her into a star...and that's all Elizabeth Rose is. she knows full well that without me. She SUCKS!"Again, she repeats the motion of looking behind her to see nothing and continues on. Gabrielle: "And now that I think about it, it makes perfect sense she refused to fight me; she knows she can't beat me. She knows no matter what she calls herself or what she does, she'll always be beneath me. She is a loser; she is trash. She is....patheti-"AND ELIZABETH ROSE COMES STORMING OUT OF THE ENTRANCEWAY, EYES WIDE AS SHE HAS HER ROSE CANE RASED BUT SECURITY CATCHES UP WITH HER. She's blocked off from assaulting Gabby by security, who hold her back, all the while screaming bloody murder at Gabby, who calmly steps forward AND SMACKS ELIZABETH IN THE FACE WITH A FOREARM. Elizabeth reels back at the shot, held up by security, as Gabby waves her hands, beckoning her to come on, but Elizabeth just continues to scream at her. Showing far more emotion than we have ever seen from her since she joined Eternal, Gabby evidently hears something she likes and pushes the mic up to her face so everyone can hear it. Elizabeth Rose: "YOU WANT THE MATCH SO BAD?! FINE. AT WINTER WONDERLAND. YOU HEAR ME?! I END YOU-!"Gabby pumps her fist, getting exactly what she wants as Elizabeth storms to the back, clearly enraged... As the camera cuts to Keres in the back, watching the whole scene. A frown on her face. Natalie Rosenberg: “Introducing first, hailing from Savannah, Georgia, Sawyer Xavier!”{NIRVANA || “Smells Like Teen Spirit}[MEDIA=youtube]hTWKbfoikeg[/MEDIA] The crowd comes to its feet as Sawyer Xavier appears at the top of the ramp. Xavier greets a couple of fans, but it’s clear that his mind is on the task at hand, Jack the Clipper. Natalie Rosenberg: “And his opponent, hailing from White Chapel, London, accompanied to the ring by The Sister Sisters, Jack the Clipper!”{JINJER || “Scissors”}[MEDIA=youtube]DZ_WDLA9i7c[/MEDIA] Jack the Clipper stands at the top of the ramp with one of The Scissor Sisters on each side. He glares down toward the ring and gives his opponent a wicked smirk. The crowd boos relentlessly as the FWA’s resident sadistic barber saunters toward the squared circle. Jean Luc Watkins: “Sawyer Xavier looks like David waiting for Goliath in there. Clipper has him by what, 6 inches and 100 pounds? But wrestling fans, I’m not sure if you know this…David kicked Goliath’s ass.”FOURTH MATCH || 1/20.Sawyer Xavier vs. Jack the Clipper. Singles Match.Match writer: Tommy. <<0:00>>The bell sounds, and as Jack the Clipper begins to stomp toward his smaller opponent, Sawyer Xavier charges toward him and delivers a quick dropkick to the thigh, dropping Jack to one knee. Xavier, looking to use his speed bounces off the ropes, and delivers a Brain Squasher to the back of the head. He quickly goes for the pin! 1… 2… NO! Jack the Clipper gets a shoulder up. Jean Luc Watkins: “I like this. Sawyer is using his speed and chopping the bigger man down early.”Unfazed by the kickout, Sawyer moves back and begins delivering a series of punches and kicks to Jack’s head and upper body. The crowd becomes electric as a man, who at least physically, is the underdog here, is bringing the punishment. Xavier quickly drops to the ground, and applies a sleeper hold to The Clipper, cutting off his airflow. The official checks to make sure that it’s not an illegal choke, and it’s not. Much to the chagrin of the crowd, Clipper begins to work his way up to his feet. Slowly, methodically, Clipper gets up to one knee before pushing himself to a vertical base, but Sawyer Xavier is latched onto him like a tic. It’s all for naught, as Jack the Clipper charges backward, crushing Sawyer Xavier between himself and the turnbuckle. Xavier breaks the hold as he crumples to the mat. <<4:32>>Sawyer Xavier is continuing to focus on Jack the Clipper’s legs, trying to bring him down to size, but every time he builds any momentum, Clipper uses his strength and size advantage to level the playing field. Xavier bounces off the nearside ropes, but Jack catches him. He hits him with a Chapel Street waist lock into a sit out powerbomb. Jean-Luc Watkins: “That’s it. The kid’s dead.”1… 2… 3… NO! Somehow, Sawyer Xavier gets a shoulder up, and Jack the Clipper looks absolutely shocked, as do the Scissor Sisters. The resident barber of the FWA drags his seemingly lifeless opponent toward the turnbuckle where he props him up. Jack walks across the ring, sizes up the fallen Sawyer Xavier, and charges in, crushing Xavier’s head into the second turnbuckle. Jean Luc Watkins: “OK, maybe now he’s dead.”<<7:52>>Jack the Clipper grabs Sawyer Xavier by the arm, and whips him into the ropes, but he misses the clothesline, as Sawyer ducks under him. On the rebound, Jack goes for a big boot, but Sawyer baseball slides under it. Xavier jumps up and delivers a forearm to the side of Jack’s head, staggering him. Xavier quickly follows it up with another, and there’s a third. Jack the Clipper heads backwards and bounces off the ropes. Sawyer Xavier leaps into the air, but The Clipper catches him this time, smashing him into the mat face-first. Jack the Clipper wipes a small drop of blood from the corner of his mouth and smirks at Sawyer Xavier, who is writhing on the ground. He picks Xavier up, almost effortlessly, and perches him on the top rope. Jean Luc Watkins: “What is he doing? Just pin the opponent here, Clipper.”Jack the Clipper grabs Sawyer Xavier by the head, and delivers a Clipper Cutter off the top rope. He rolls over and hooks the leg. 1… 2… 3… {RESULT}Winner: Jack the Clipper via Pinfall at 8:14 As the crowd rains down a chorus of boos, Jack the Clipper goes over to one of The Scissor Sisters and motions for something. Barbara, or maybe it’s Dyeanne, reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pair of scissors. Jean Luc Watkins: “Oh, what’s he doing now? The damn match is over.”Jack the Clipper walks over to Sawyer Xavier who is finally starting to stir. He delivers an elbow to the side of Xavier’s head and grabs him by the hair. With a sick smirk on his face, Jack the Clipper reaches down and cuts a lock of Sawyer’s hair. The crowd boos even louder as Jack drops the hair to the mat. He reaches down for another clip when… {Eminem feat. DMX & Obie Trice || “Go to Sleep”}[MEDIA=youtube]r2GEb4MrkvU[/MEDIA]
“The Wildcard” Jason Randall comes charging toward the ring before Jack the Clipper can do any more damage. Jack slides under the bottom rope as he and The Scissor Sisters make their way back up the ramp, keeping an eye on Randall. Jason Randall walks over toward Sawyer Xavier who is starting to get to his feet. Randall extends a hand toward Xavier, but Sawyer is up to his feet. The two men stare one another down for a moment before Randall turns to leave. Jeremy Best: “Hiya Tommy! No hard feelings about earlier… just wanted to chat for a minute.”Tommy Bedlam does not seem too enthusiastic to have the Buddy System duo of Jeremy Best and Bryan Baxter approaching him backstage. Tommy Bedlam: “Really? I don’t have time for this.”Jeremy Best: “Oh, don’t be so silly! There’s always time for friendship, Tommy. And I wanted to thank you for your participation in this year’s Buddy Bowl. While I don’t necessarily agree with… the style.. I guess you could say… of wrestling the X Title represents… well, I thought you and Jeffry made a great team!”Tommy Bedlam: “Look, I got too much to worry about right now… I got some demon girl trying to…”Jeremy Best: “Oh but that’s exactly why we are here! I feel like you could use a friend.”Tommy Bedlam: “Oh no, I have friends. I have…”Jeremy Best: “Chris Crowe? Are you so sure about that? Looks like he’s got friends of his own. Him and Randy Ramon looked like they were hitting it off pretty well.”Tommy doesn’t immediately respond. Bryan Baxter:: “I’ve tried to tell him, Jeremy. Chris Crowe… he’s bad news. He can’t be trusted. He’s a carny piece of shit and he’s gonna do whatever it takes to get those tag titles… and it doesn’t matter to him if it’s with you or with Randy Ramon. He’s not your friend, my man. He’ll turn on you the first second it benefits him.”Jeremy Best: “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think Bryan has a point. Say what you want about my pal Bryan, but he’s been nothing but a loyal friend to me since joining FWA.”Tommy Bedlam: “Alright but ya see…”Jeremy Best: “Just think about, Tommy. I’m leading a Friendship Revolution here in FWA… and you’re a stand up guy. I think you’re the kinda person who wants to be a good man. For Randi. For… Walker… right? Just think about the kinda man you wanna be for that lil’ boy… and if Chris Crowe is really the kinda person you wanna be associated with. That’s all… me and Bryan are always here for you. Just keep that in mind.”Jeremy gives Tommy a pat on the shoulder before walking off. Bryan follows, briefly staring down Tommy before brushing past him as well. Chris Crowe walks up behind Tommy, a bit of a confused look on his face. Chris Crowe: “What was that all about?”Tommy Bedlam: “Nothing. Let’s go out here and kick some ass.”{ARMY OF THE NIGHT | POWERWOLF}[MEDIA=youtube]cx2q_gtc8T0[/MEDIA] The ‘Army of the Night’ rises to their feet inside the Camille Chamoun Sports City Stadium as it is plunged into darkness save for the white strobe lights flickering around. After several seconds, Konchu Hao walks out from the back with his arms outstretched and Epsilon scurrying around his feet before the minion settles in front of the master. Behind them, Cyrus Truth appears and wears a stoic expression but he nods his head in Hao’s direction, and together, the Dark Roads Alliance head towards the ring. Natalie Rosenberg: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit! Introducing first, representing the Dark Roads Alliance and accompanied by Epsilon and Cyrus Truth… he is ‘The Mad Wizard’ KONCHU HAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO!!”Jean-Luc Watkins: “As of Meltdown XXXV two weeks ago, The Dark Roads Alliance are no longer your FWA World Tag Team Champions but they will have an opportunity to reclaim those titles at Winter Wasteland. With the state of the champions after Meltdown this past Thursday, Truth and Konchu must be feeling quite confident. Of course, there is the x factor of FTN also being involved, with Chris Peacock returning to in-ring action here tonight in Beirut for the first time since Lights Out.”Konchu enters the ring once the group reach the bottom of the ramp whilst both Epsilon and Cyrus Truth walk around the ring towards the commentary position. A shot of the desk shows an empty chair next to Jean-Luc Watkins. Jean-Luc Watkins: “It seems as well as getting to see Konchu Hao versus Chris Peacock in person, it seems I have the additional treat of being joined by ‘The Exile’ Cyrus Truth as well. Cyrus, a pleasure.”Watkins rises to shake Truth’s hand, but Cyrus simply looks over at the commentator with a disapproving scowl. JLW is in stunned shock as Epsilon pushes himself up onto the empty seat and slides the headset on. Jean-Luc Watkins: “Uhm…”Epsilon: “Veepoz garb fut og banz drep clou. Jubakara fen Varzos derg bek freezin.”From inside the ring, Konchu applauds his ward and offers him some encouragement ahead of his commentary debut. Jean-Luc Watkins is shellshocked. Epsilon: “JUBAKARA! JUBAKARA!”Jean-Luc Watkins: “I… don’t even know what to say. However, somehow, this is still an improvement on my previous partner.”{WAR | HYPNOTIC BRASS ENSEMBLE}[MEDIA=youtube]3Y6Z8rkMfUk[/MEDIA] Speaking of the devil. The fans are unanimously disappointed and frustrated to see Allen Price being wheeled out onto the stage by a dischevelled Rick Vance, with Santino Dongarelli in tow as well. Cyrus Truth immediately heads towards the stage to clear the pest off, but once again he is put off by the wall of security guards that form in front of Price. A smirk forms on the former commentator’s face, but he then winces as this action hurts his neck, which is still in a brace. Jean-Luc Watkins: “Well, we were expecting Chris Peacock, but instead we have his manager, Allen Price. Price is of course still recovering from the Journey’s End he received courtesy of Cyrus Truth at Lights Out, as vengeance for Price’s role in his loss at Back in Business.
“Price was very outspoken on Meltdown XXXV and informed the Dark Roads Alliance that FTN would be involved in the tag team championship match at Winter Wasteland and from this overinflated sense of confidence, I can surmise that Cyrus did not drop him on his head hard enough.”A microphone is placed into the hand of Allen Price by a stagehand, and he cranes his neck with some discomfort to get a better look of the Dark Roads Alliance. Allen Price: “That’s right, Cyrus. You know the drill by now so save my guys here from having to kick your ass and then we can move on to the business at hand. Now, I know that the match tonight was supposed to be between Konchu Hao and the man who defeated Konchu all those years ago to become the X Champion, my best friend, Chris Peacock-”There is a loud collective jeer from the fans at the mention of the former FWA World Champion. This is the first thing to bring something that almost resembles a smile to the face of Cyrus Truth, but Allen Price is irate. Allen Price: “Oh yeah? OH YEAH? Yeah, well I think you’re all confusing me with someone who gives a SHIT what you think of me and my best friend! I guided Chris Peacock to being the most dominant FWA World Champion in recent history and every time I come out here I put my life at risk. Look what that bastard over there did to me! SHOW ME THE RESPECT THAT I’M OWED, DAMMIT!”Unsurprisingly, Price’s aggressive stance does not yield the desired result and the negativity continues, so he just decides to talk over it. Allen Price: “Yeah, well the joke is on all of you. Chris Peacock isn’t here tonight, he didn’t sign on for this match and therefore this match will not be going ahead. It is the attitude of people like all of you here tonight that is keeping Chris Peacock from coming back to the FWA. He returned at the Buddy Bowl to get his hands on that snake Randy Ramon but other than that? I don’t think he’ll be coming back any time soon, or at least I’m not sure.”Price pauses and lowers the microphone and takes a heavy breath. It becomes abundantly clear that he, just like everyone else, is not sure when or where Chris Peacock is going to emerge from next. Allen Price: “But rest assured, Dark Roads Alliance. Be warned. If there is any time that Chris Peacock is going to come back for something not involving exacting his revenge on Randy Ramon, it is going to be at Winter Wasteland so he and Alyster Black can reclaim the FWA World Tag Team Championships. So watch your backs.
Oh, before I go. Let me just make something clear. I don’t know what is going through Chris’s head right now, but one thing I know for sure is that tonight, this has nothing to do with you, Konchu. He’s not scared, he’s not afraid to face you. He just… just… doesn’t care enough. So don’t you two go around feeling like you’ve achieved something here tonight and getting even more delusions of grandeur. This isn’t over, gentlemen, but it is going to end on our terms.”Price discards the microphone over his shoulder, where it strikes Rick Vance in the face. He immediately grabs his nose, meaning that Sonny has to push the wheelchair in order to escort him out. Epsilon: “Jubakara heeb don freep blurm?”Jean-Luc Watkins: “Well, wrestling fans, a surprising turn of events where Chris Peacock has opted not to show for his match here tonight with Konchu Hao, meaning that ‘The Mad Wizard’ must surely be walking away from this one as a victor via forfeit, but well, whilst a Konchu Hao victory is surely what everyone was hoping for, the manner of it makes this one seem rather flat.
“Now, do I believe that Allen Price does not know Chris Peacock’s whereabouts or when we will see him again, or even if he will be at Winter Wasteland? Unequivocally. Do I believe that Chris Peacock is not scared of Konchu Hao or Cyrus Truth? That’s where I’m not particularly sure.”Epsilon: “Hing glorn pree ferm. Quazzak flo perg tren braz sed fargz.”In the ring, Konchu Hao can only watch on as Price, the Diamond Dogs and the extensive security detail depart from the stage and the crowd begins to boo. Hao stands with his hands on his hips and he looks in Cyrus Truth’s direction but ‘The Exile’ can only shrug as he knows that there is not much that can be done. Jean-Luc Watkins: “I can’t say that I am particularly sure where this leaves us in all honesty, but I think Konchu Hao was certainly ready to compete tonight, whether Chris Peacock was the opponent or not.”???: “Wait a minute, everybody. Wait a minute…”The voice which echoes around the stadium belongs to one Jon Russnow, and the FWA Brand Co-ordinator walks out from the back holding a microphone. Jean-Luc Watkins: “Here comes Russnow to shed some light on the situation…”Jon Russnow: “Alright, Konchu. I understand that you’re upset about this situation and frankly, so am I. You and Peacock mixing it up this close to Winter Wasteland would have been big for us, I don’t deny it. However, due to Peacock’s questionable reliability as of late, this is an eventuality which I was prepared for. I knew that there was a chance that I’d need to find you a replacement opponent in the event that you still wanted to compete if Chris Peacock didn’t show up for work again. I can see that you’re very much ready to compete tonight, Konchu, and I am grateful.
As it so happened, I was approached by someone earlier in the week and they asked whether there was any room for them on tonight’s card. I said no, but then told them to come along anyway, with a view of them facing you if your scheduled opponent wasn’t here. Now, I am very happy to see this gentleman back in the FWA, and I am sure that you all will be too. So, without further adieu, please let me welcome your opponent tonight… ‘THE PRODIGY’ MIKE PARR!!”{A CUT ABOVE | AVERY WATTS}[MEDIA=youtube]rLRDl4fQXQE[/MEDIA] There is a minor hesitation from the fans before they react, but they all rise to their feet when MIKE PARR WALKS OUT FROM THE BACK! ‘The Prodigy’ nods his head at the positive reception and he shakes the hand of Jon Russnow, who motions for him to head down to the ring. Konchu Hao can be heard cackling due to the surprise of his opponent, and a shot of Cyrus Truth displays ‘The Exile’ of being taken aback as well, a rare occurrence. Jean-Luc Watkins: “This… is unexpected! Mike Parr is BACK in the FWA and he’s looking great! We’ve not seen him since Back in Business when he was defeated by Big Bryan Bastard when challenging for the North American Championship. He didn’t look great in Mexico City when Baxter was done with him, but he seems as good as new here!”Epsilon: “Jut berg graztan floo Jubakara. Bef ren murn!”Parr points down at the floor as he talks out at the crowd on his way towards the ring, expressing that he’s back. He slaps the top step and then runs up them and enters the ring. Parr spins on the spot with his arms out and then gets onto the middle rope in one of the corners and takes in the cheers from the fans. Once he jumps down he is faced with ‘The Mad Wizard’, and nods his head before pointing out at Cyrus Truth, and ‘The Exile’ gives his old adversary an acknowledging tip of the head, also. The referee for this one is Larry Stevens, and he welcomes Parr back before ushering him back to a corner. FIFTH MATCH || 1/20.Konchu Hao vs. Mike Parr. Singles Match.Match writer: Man. <<0:00>>The bell rings and the crowd are still ecstatic to see that Mike Parr has made his return to the FWA, and ‘The Prodigy’ shows why he is considered one of the best to do it when he is able to immediately shift into gear by rushing Konchu at the start of the match. Parr gets a go behind which takes Hao by surprise and he runs him into the ropes, looking to draw Konchu back into a pin, but Hao smartly grabs onto the ropes. Parr rolls back on his own and Konchu turns around to follow up, but Parr leaps into the air and catches him with a knee straight to the jaw! The explosive move does not take Hao down, but it does knock him back towards the ropes. Parr resettles and then lines Konchu up… and Clotheslines him over the top rope and down to the outside! With his opponent out of the ring, Parr takes a moment to soak in the cheers from the fans for his hot start to the match. ‘The Prodigy’ slaps his thigh a couple of times to get the fans clapping along at the same pace, and then runs the ropes… and takes Konchu out with a Tope Suicida! Parr rises to his feet and gets the crowd fired up some more. Epsilon: “JUBAKARA! Glory fern bagh mehz den forp!!”Jean-Luc Watkins: “Epsilon’s concern - or what I can only assume to be concern - is well-founded. Mike Parr has come out of the blocks exceedingly quickly and he’s looking like a million bucks. I think even you would have to concede that, Epsilon.”Epsilon: “...”A brief exchange of looks between the stone-faced Truth and Parr causes ‘The Prodigy’ to smirk momentarily, but Parr then wastes no further time in rolling Konchu into the ring. He hops up onto the apron and then gets back in, but as he gets through the ropes, Konchu grabs him and attempts John Dee’s Knees. However, Parr is able to catch a rising knee strike and trip over Konchu’s other foot, sending him onto his back. Parr flips over and gets into a Jackknife cover; ONE… TWO-NO!! Konchu gets out of it easily and Parr rises to his feet. He attempts to step away, but Konchu gets a hold of his ankle which prevents him from doing so. Parr hops as Hao rises to his feet and then attempts an Enziguiri, but Konchu ducks the following leg. Parr finds himself in a wheelbarrow position but Konchu readjusts his grip and gets his waist… Wheelbarrow Suplex! Parr holds the back of his head upon landing and then backs into the corner, with Konchu quickly following up. <<5:20>>Jean-Luc Watkins: “Mike Parr may have gotten off to a hot start in this match but he is currently receiving a stark reminder of the levels of competition here in the FWA. Konchu Hao is a former tag team and X Champion… and he’s showing that pedigree here. Another strong body shot from the expert striker.”Being trapped in the corner against Konchu Hao is not a desirable position for anyone, and Parr is finding out the hard way as Hao slams his knee into his midsection once again. The pace has been slowed down since Parr’s hot start, with Konchu wearing his opponent down with some fierce shots to the body and head. Larry Stevens has to come across and warn Konchu out of the corner, so ‘The Mad Wizard’ does pull Parr back towards the middle of the ring, only to charge him straight back into the corner. Instead of peeling him away for a Spinebuster like Chris Peacock would, Konchu strikes Parr across the neck with a Mongolian Chop and then he stands on the second rope. He holds Parr in place by his hair and then starts driving his fist down onto Parr’s forehead, and the fans count along with each strike. The count reaches nine, and Konchu pauses to praise the fans. This allows Parr to push his legs out from underneath him, and Konchu’s face slams into the top turnbuckle on his way down. Epsilon: “KEE! Jubakara? Mern behz dar!”Parr is able to navigate his body in between Konchu and the corner as he steps up onto the top turnbuckle himself with Konchu’s head in his grasp… TORNADO DDT!! Konchu is absolutely spiked on the top of his head, and Parr shakes out a couple of cobwebs to go for the cover himself; ONE… TWO… TH-NO!!! Jean-Luc Watkins: “A close call there for Konchu Hao, but I do get the feeling that both men are going to have to dig deeper and deeper as this match progresses if they want to emerge victorious. There’s a lot of pride on the line here.”There is some lethargy in Parr as he gets to his knees and drags Konchu up from the mat and attempts to hook him up from behind, looking for his Rolling Cutter - but Konchu spins out of it - Rasputin’s Revenge - Parr ducks it! The two stand still with their fists clenched, as the crowd shows their appreciation for the efforts thus far. <<10:32>>Konchu rises in the corner after being sent into the turnbuckle very hard by Parr, but he does not have much of a chance to brace himself before Parr charges in and smushes his face with a Running Dropkick! Konchu’s legs crumble underneath him and Parr goes for another pin; ONE… TWO… NO!!! Jean-Luc Watkins: “Another moment there for Mike Parr, who is really showing not many signs of having been away from the FWA after his absence since Back in Business. Could be X Marks the Spot time?”JLW’s prediction appears to be true as Mike Parr looks at the turnbuckle and begins to scale up the ropes with his back to the ring and his opponent. There is a sense of anticipation from the fans who wait for ‘The Prodigy’ to take flight once he is set. In the background at the commentary table, Epsilon can be seen panicking and hopping up and down in his seat. Epsilon: “JUUUUUUUUBAAAAAAKAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAA!!!”The pained pleas of Epsilon appear to awaken something in ‘The Mad Wizard’ who picks his legs up from underneath him to rise from the mat and up to his feet. He reaches up and manages to club Parr on the lower back, almost making him lose his balance. Parr holds onto the ring post to maintain his positioning, but he soon has Konchu behind him on the turnbuckle. Konchu gets onto the second rope and attempts to get a hold on his opponent, but Parr is able to catch him with a couple of elbows. These do not cause Konchu to fall and when it seems that he has gained the hold on Parr that he was looking for, he lets out an almighty “KEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” and then lifts Parr up… AVALANCHE BACKDROP DRIVER!!!! The fans are uproarious for the huge impact, and it is clear that it took a lot out of Konchu Hao as well. Jean-Luc Watkins: “Talk about pulling out all of the stops! I don’t think anyone came out of that one feeling particularly well, but Konchu… gets an arm across Mike Parr’s chest!”ONE… TWO… THREE-NO!!! The fans let out a massive noise, excited that this match gets to continue here in Beirut. Konchu has his head in his hands for the failed kick out, and Cyrus Truth can be heard encouraging his partner. <<15:50>>An exhausted Konchu Hao and Mike Parr look at each other from across the ring. Parr brushes a bead of sweat from his forehead and they both charge forward… AND TAKE EACH OTHER DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE! After the big double bump, a loud klaxon is heard throughout the stadium. Natalie Rosenberg: “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Fallout Four-Minute Warning!”Jean-Luc Watkins: “This match has been fought tooth and nail and beat-for-beat by both of these competitors, but if we’re going to have a winner, it needs to be in the next four minutes, because it would be a horrendous shame for this one to end in a draw, isn’t that right, partner?”Epsilon: “Glez ben nerf! Jubakara den Varzos bern min jumkan!”Despite Epsilon’s apparent rejection of Watkins’s offer of partnership, the action continues in the ring with both Parr and Hao realising that they need to get a move on if they want to emerge victorious. Following the double take down, they rise to their knees and face each other. Konchu strikes first with a stiff throat thrust, and Parr fires back with a chop. They continue to exchange strikes as they rise to their feet, with the crowd firmly in support of both of them even though they are knocking seven shades of shit out of each other. Once both back to a vertical base, Parr gets the better of the strikes to the surprise of some and reels off a few forearms in a row. However it soon becomes obvious why Konchu allowed Parr to get those strikes in because he reaches into his pocket… BUT PARR KICKS BABA VANGA’S ILLUMINATION AWAY!! Jean-Luc Watkins: “Great awareness from Mike Parr - he knew that the wizard likes to use that trick!”Konchu gasps in astonishment, and this allows Parr to hook him up from behind… ROLLING CUTTER!!! The move has the crowd on their feet and Parr slumps to the mat himself, unable to follow up. The camera catches his eyes though, and they are not on his opponent, but the top rope instead. ‘The Prodigy’ reaches up towards the turnbuckle and once again pulls himself up. He is even slower than earlier on when he made the same journey. Jean-Luc Watkins: “Looks like Parr wants to put a bit of gloss on the finish, if you’ll pardon the pun…”Epsilon: “Jubakara…. glem.”Parr stands on the top rope and steadies himself. He grins when the fans chant his name and will him on… he takes flight… X MARKS THE SPOT? NO!! KONCHU ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!!! It is an agonising landing for Parr, and he rises up, clutching his stomach in disbelief… AND KONCHU ROLLS HIM UP FROM BEHIND!!! ONE… TWO… THREE!!! {RESULT}Winner: Konchu Hao via pin fall at 18:10. A good cheer goes up as Parr pops up out of the pin just after Larry’s hand slapped the mat for a third time and he argues his case once the bell has rung. Konchu rises to his feet and cackles gleefully as he revels in his victory, and Cyrus Truth enters the ring, clapping his hands in support of his partner. Epsilon is shown jumping on the announce table in delight. Natalie Rosenberg: “Here is your winner… KONCHU HAO!!”Epsilon: “Jubakara! Jubakara! Jubakara! Jubakara!”Jean-Luc Watkins: “A well-earned victory for Konchu Hao here tonight on Fallout, and a necessary one for the Dark Roads Alliance to bounce back from losing the FWA World Tag Team Championships two weeks ago. With FTN seemingly splintered and the champions fighting each other, they are in perfect position to reclaim the gold at Winter Wasteland at the end of next month.
“That’s not to take away from the efforts of Mike Parr in his return match here either, Epsilon. ‘The Prodigy’ is back in the mix and with performances like that, I would not be surprised if it was too long before he finds himself rubbing shoulders with the other big names once again. Well, he’s looking at one of them right now.”After giving up on fighting his case to the referee, Parr stands with his hands on his hips and he cuts a frustrated figure in the middle of the ring. Both Konchu Hao and Cyrus Truth seem willing to give Parr his props though, and Konchu applauds in his direction and encourages the fans to do the same thing as well, which they do. The classy act from the victor is not enough to lift Parr up from his disappointment, though. Cyrus Truth steps forward and offers a hand out to Parr as a sign of respect… but Parr slaps it away! Jean-Luc Watkins: “Despite the performance, this return did not go the way that Parr wanted or even expected and well, this seems like frustration to me. If there’s something that we know about Cyrus Truth though, he won’t let disrespect like that slide…”Despite Parr’s action, Cyrus holds his hand out again, determined to get Parr to show himself and Konchu some respect and move on… but Parr turns around and exits the ring. The crowd seems to turn on him slightly as he does this, but he does not look back. Instead he tosses his elbow pads to the ground and starts unwrapping his wrist tape on his way out. Jean-Luc Watkins: “A slightly bitter note to leave this match on but well, as far as Epsilon here is concerned, his friend won so he is happy. Thank you for joining me out here!”Without a word back, Epsilon flings off his headset and it actually strikes Watkins in the face but this is of no concern to the diminutive minion of Konchu Hao. He joins his master and Cyrus in the ring and Konchu embraces him and the two begin to celebrate. Cyrus Truth watches Mike Parr leave and then shakes his head, before joining Epsilon in congratulating Konchu. A scene of The Dark Roads Alliance celebrating inside the ring is shown on a monitor backstage and as the camera zooms out it can be shown that Allen Price is watching the live feed from the ring. He is flanked by the Diamond Dogs, and it is clear that he is unhappy to see his rivals enjoying a victory. Allen Price: “Gah. I hate seeing those idiots enjoying themselves. They’re not a family… they’re… um… I don’t even know what to call those freaks but I hate them! I hate them! Stupid Cyrus Truth…”Santino Dongarelli: “Come on Allen, you know the pain medication makes you emotional. Besides, if Chris was here, he would have got the job done. What happened out there isn’t important, man!”Price grimaces as he gets a twitch in his neck and he almost falls back in his wheelchair. His frustration is compounded when Todd Salum arrives on the scene and thrusts a microphone in his face. Todd Salum: “Allen Price. Well, I must say that you’ve seen finer days, boy. I suppose that’s what you get for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, isn’t it? Now, you’re better placed to know this better than anyone else. Are we going to be seeing Chris Peacock any time soon, or at Winter Wasteland? His appearance at the Buddy Bowl was certainly unexpected.”Allen Price: “Look, Chris knows the match is happening but you saw tonight that he’s not exactly willing to tow the company line at the moment. This is a man in pain because this company has allowed a maniac like Randy Ramon to attack him whenever he has liked without consequence and cost him the FWA World Championship without even a hint of offering him a rematch.
“I may not know where Chris is, but if there is one thing I know it is that he’s not going to rest and he is not going to stop until Randy Ramon has been dealt with for good.”Todd Salum: “Well, with Christopher not here there’s something I’d like to say about the events of two weeks ago at the Buddy Bowl. I completely understand why Chris Peacock is so aggrieved with Randy Ramon after what happened at Back in Business and Lights Out. Anyone would be desperate for revenge after what Ramon did… but I must condemn the utterly deplorable way in which Chris exacted his vengeance two weeks ago.
“Masquerading as his brother and using his brother’s issues and demons as a ruse and a weapon to get close to Ramon was truly despicable. I have gotten to know Chris Peacock very well over the last three years and he has been someone I have been grateful for thanks to the help he has given me in the past but what I saw two weeks ago and the depths he plunged too are too much for me to excuse.
“When it seemed like the whole world had turned against Chris Peacock, I still believed that underneath the exterior or crassness and vulgarity, the ego and the bravado that there was a fundamentally good man lurking inside. A good man that had simply lost his way. I am truly sorry to say that I was wrong. How could he-”CRACK! Salum is cut off mid-sentence by a sudden strike to the face, and the interviewer drops down to the floor. From inside the stadium the fans boo, expecting it to have been the work of one of the Diamond Dogs or maybe even Chris Peacock himself. But the camera lingers on the boot which struck Salum in the jaw and it pans upwards… to reveal Randy Ramon. There is a gasp from the fans when they see ‘Rockstar’ standing over the unconscious Salum. The look of controlled fury in Ramon’s eyes coupled with the bandage around his head from where Peacock smashed a beer bottle into it has Price and the Dogs stunned in position. Ramon crouches down in front of Allen Price and clears his throat. Randy Ramon: “I’ll speak slowly so even you can keep up. Understand this… the only reason that wasn’t your jaw is because I need you to use that mouth of yours to send a message to our mutual ‘friend’.
“You can tell Chris that I’ll give him that one. He got me good, but I won that Buddy Bowl, so he’s going to have to do much better next time. Tell him to show up at Winter Wasteland and win those titles back with that other asshole. That way, I can be the one to take them from him, just like he did to me…”The sentence trails off as Ramon’s eyes wander upwards from Allen Price and past Vance and Dongarelli. He stands up straight and the FWA World Champion Alyster Black walks into view. He and Ramon go face-to-face, neither showing any sign of backing down. Alyster Black: “Do we have a problem here?”Randy Ramon: “Not yet, Alyster… soon, though.”Ramon backs away whilst keeping his eyes focused on Black and Black then turns to Allen Price, who is luckily wearing a ghastly brown suit. Alyster Black: “Is he here?”Price shakes his head and Black sighs. He looks back in the direction of where Ramon left. Alyster Black: “Make sure he’s in Istanbul. I need him.”Fallout returns from an ad and there’s a lavish set in the middle of the ring with a bed in the center. Sitting on the bed are a male and female, two familiar faces if you’ve been paying attention, Monica and Antonio. Better known as the lovers to another familiar face that’s about to be introduced. Monica: “Ladies, gentlemen, and every beautiful being in between, I hope you are ready for what’s about to happen!”Antonio: “I don’t think they’re ready!”Monica: “I don’t know if they can handle it!”Antonio: “There’s only one way to find out…”“It’s time to experience!”{That’s The Way Love Goes || Janet Jackson}[MEDIA=youtube]Khpb4yjL3Eg[/MEDIA] They say together in unison and the familiar music begins to play, and the fans are on their feet in anticipation. Jackson Fenix and Nate Savage, part of the Undisputed Xperienx, make their way out, but no Xperienx Xtacee with them much to the confusion of Monica and Antonio. Bubbles the Clown is also with the duo as Jackson rides on his back as they make their way down to the ring. Jean-Luc Watkins: “Here comes The Undisputed Alliance but conspicuous by his absence is Xperienx Xtacee, the host of this talk show segment, and tag team partner of Savage and Fenix. I don’t know what’s going on wrestling fans, your guess is as good as mine.”Fenix and Savage enter the ring and sit down on the bed as the music gradually fades out, Bubbles sits next to Jackson on the bed. Monica: “Uh, boys, where’s Xtacee?”Nate Savage: “I don’t know, Jack said he was right behind us.”Jackson Fenix: “I swear that he was with us but the next thing I know he’s gone.”Monica and Antonio appear worried about their beloved Xtacee. Jackson and Nate seem confused by what’s going on and his sudden disappearance. Jackson Fenix: “Do we do the show without him?”Nate Savage: “It’s his show Jack, I don’t think that would be right.”Monica: “I knew this would be a bad idea!”Antonio: “Monica…”Nate Savage: “Monica is right, we probably shouldn’t be doing this without Xtacee.”Monica: “Oh Nate, you’re as smart as you are handsome…”Monica saunters toward Nate and gently strokes his beard. Jackson Fenix: “Maybe we give him a few minutes. It’s possible that he had to use the bathroom before we came out.”Monica still appears worried but Antonio looks at her reassuringly. Antonio: “That sounds like a good idea, Jackson.”The group sits there in silence for what seems like forever until Jackson breaks the silence. Jackson Fenix: “You guys want to hear a joke?”Monica: “Sure love, what is it?”{That’s The Way Love Goes || Janet Jackson}[MEDIA=youtube]Khpb4yjL3Eg[/MEDIA] Before Jackson can say his joke the familiar music plays once more and after a few seconds Xperienx Xtacee stumbles out on stage. Jean-Luc Watkins: “Better late than never I suppose, but Xperienx Xtacee is looking worse for wear I’m afraid.”Xtacee looks to be in a bit of a daze as he slowly walks to the ring, tripping on himself along the way until he’s joined by Jackson Fenix, who offers to walk with him to the ring. Xtacee takes Jackson up on his offer and the two of them make their way to the ring. Once inside the ring, Xtacee is greeted with happy horn honking from Bubbles the Clown and hugs from Monica and Antonio while the music fades out again. Monica: “Oh Xtacee baby, are you sure you want to do this?”Xtacee looks at Monica and slowly nods. She helps him to the bed and he’s seated beside Nate Savage. Monica: “Jackson, before we introduce our guests, how about we hear that joke now that Xtacee is here, I’m sure he’d love to hear it wouldn’t you baby?”Xtacee has a microphone and he’s about to speak when he’s cut off by another familiar theme song… {Take Me To Church || Hozier (Cover by MILCK)}[MEDIA=youtube]f4UhdgBVtVc[/MEDIA] Blair Ravenwood strolls onto the stage with a cocky grin etched on her face, all the while Celestia walks out behind her sister, as she helps Trixie - who looks as though she’d just got done fighting a hungry Tiger - as the FWA Trios Champions make their way down the aisle towards the ring. Jean-Luc Watkins: “I’m beginning to think Monica may be right, wrestling fans. Xtacee appears to be in no condition to be out here right now, and Trixie should be receiving medical attention after that war she had with Jeffry Mason earlier this evening!”Despite the state of her ravaged body, Trixie sports a euphoric smile as she is helped to the ring, struggling to walk due to the damage done to her back by Jeffry. She looks to be dressed for the occasion, wearing a Scooby Doo pajama shirt and shorts, and clutches her own pillow, looking ready for a sleepover. The trio enters the ring and Trixie is helped onto the bed next to Jackson, which causes Xtacee to almost fall off the bed, nervously. Blair and Celestia opt to stand instead of sitting with their partner as the music fades out. Jackson Fenix: “Nice pajamas.”Trixie Bordeaux: “Thanks!”Trixie responds excitedly as she hugs her pillow, with the blood from the wounds on her bandaged hand staining the pillow red. Nate Savage: “Maybe this was a bad idea.”Regaining his composure, the tipsy Xtacee stares nervously back and forth between the pair of menacing witch sisters, and the battered and bloodied witch in training sitting happily on the bed, as Monica speaks but before she can start speaking she’s cut off by Jackson. Jackson Fenix: “What do you mean this was a bad idea?”Everyone gives Jackson a look of bewilderment, well everyone except Trixie and Xtacee, the former being completely oblivious to everything happening around her and Xtacee probably not knowing where he is at the moment. Nate Savage: “Jax…read the room buddy.”Jackson looks around at everyone and then back at Nate. Jackson Fenix: “The room reads fine but it’s not as good as Britney’s book, no offense to anyone here.”Nate nearly puts his hand through his face from facepalming so hard. Nate Savage: “Jax, look around buddy. Trixie looks like she got in a fight with a lawnmower and she should probably be receiving medical attention instead of being here…”Trixie Bordeaux: “What’s a lawnmower?”Nate is even more bewildered by that question than Jackson’s obliviousness, but he pushes forward with what he was saying. Nate Savage: “Then I don’t know what’s happening with Xtacee but clearly he’s not one hundred percent right now…”Monica puts a reassuring hand on Nate’s shoulder to calm him down. Monica motions for Nate to take a seat before she finally begins to speak. Monica: “Ok, everyone, let’s just try to remember why we’re here. This is ‘Pillow Talk’, where everything is supposed to be sweet, smooth, and fun. So let’s have some fun!”Trixie Bordeaux: “Yeah! Let’s get this sleepover started!”Trixie exclaims off mic, seemingly liking the cut of Monica’s jib. Trixie’s stablemates don’t look the slightest bit excited as they witness the least professional talk show in the history of talk shows. Monica: “Okay, so, um…”Monica thinks about asking Blair or Celestia a question, but the sisters’ sinister demeanour gives her second thoughts, and so she turns her attention to the only happy person in the ring. Monica: “Trixie…um, how-…how are you feeling…ya know, with the whole Deathmatch ordeal you went through earlier. You um…you good?”Monica stares at Trixie concerned, as a rogue thumbtack falls from Trixie’s bicep and onto the bed. Aiming the mic in Trixie’s direction so that she can respond, the dotty young woman freezes slightly as she looks out into the sea of FWA fans in attendance. Does she talk to Monica? Does she talk to the fans? She seems unsure, since this would be the first time that she had ever spoken in front of a live audience before, and a sudden wave of nerves floods her entire being. Nate Savage: “I think she got hit a few too many times in the head. She’s malfunctioning.”Monica: “Uh, we’ll come back to you after, Trixie…”Monica removes the microphone from Trixie’s face and looks at her friends for help, as she is too intimidated to approach Blair or Celestia. Monica: “Uh, do-…do you have any questions, Nate?”As Monica looks for help, Blair Ravenwood swoops in and yoinks the microphone from Monica’s grasp. Blair Ravenwood: “Oh, for Lilith’s sake, you’re all a bunch of amateurs! It’s genuinely destroying my soul listening to you nimrods stumble through this piss poor excuse for a talk show like Bambi on ice. Is this even a real talk show? Or just some fat brained idea by the powers that be to get us all in the same ring, so that they can film the enormous brawl that ALWAYS happens in this sort of thing, for the oh so important video package for our match at Winter Wasteland?”Nate Savage: “Hey! Who the hell do you think you are snatching the microphone from Monica like that?!”Nate’s reaction surprises Monica and she looks incredibly giddy as she moves closer to Nate and puts a hand on his shoulder. Monica: “Aw, you’re sticking up for me!”Nate Savage: “Please, don’t get used to it…” Monica playfully pouts at Nate and puts her hands on her hips. Nate Savage: “I just don’t want to hear anything these two wicked witch bitches have to say! Oh, and Trixie’s getting her stupid blood on these amazing sheets!”Trixie Bordeaux: “Hey, I think my blood is smart!”Celestia Ravenwood: “Ha, the only thing stupid I see on those sheets is you, Nate.”Nate Savage starts to rush at the Ravenwood’s but is momentarily stopped by his partner Jackson Fenix. Jackson Fenix: “Hey, woah, everybody, let’s just calm down. We don’t have to do the silly thing all wrestlers do in this situation!”Antonio and Monica slip out of the ring as Jackson tries to hold Nate back from attacking their opponents. Trixie, still sitting on the bed, accidentally drops her pillow as Jackson is walking backwards while attempting to keep his partner back, causing Jackson to slip and fall onto the mat and roll out of the ring. Trixie Bordeaux: “Oopsie!”Nate picks up the pillow and throws it at Trixie, knocking her off the bed. He then swings for the head of Celestia who ducks and gets behind him, grabbing his arms to prevent him from moving. With Nate Savage now being completely vulnerable, Blair Ravenwood reaches behind her back and pulls out a black cloth with a large red dot in the center. She puts it up to her face and balls it up in her fist before thrusting her hand out and unleashing a big red flash of fire, some mist, and sparks! ….. At the face of Xperienx Xtacee as he pushes Nate Savage and Celestia Ravenwood right out of the ring! Blair quickly leaves the ring as Trixie and Celestia join her by the rampway. Monica, Antonio, Nate Savage and Jackson Fenix all rush back into the ring in order to attend to a knocked out Xperienx Xtacee, whose face is absolutely covered by a red substance. {OUTLAW JUSTICE || BLUES SARACENO}[MEDIA=youtube]rcN7Bx6dxpw[/MEDIA] A brand new theme begins to play but when Tommy Bedlam and Chris Crowe emerge from the back, the fans immediately get to their feet, cheering for the Deathswitch duo. Natalie Rosenberg: “The following contest is your main event of the evening and is a triple threat tag team match scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit! Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred eighty four pounds… “The Showman” Chris Crowe and The FWA X Champion Tommy Bedlam… DEATHSWITCH INITIATIVE!”Jean-Luc Watkins: “Tommy Bedlam and Chris Crowe have been on roll in the tag team division since Crowe’s return but a monkey wrench was thrown last Fallout when both competed in the Buddy Bowl… but with different partners. Both Tommy Bedlam and Jeffry Mason as well as Chris Crowe and Randy Ramon made it to the final four of the Buddy Bowl, but it was Chris Crowe and Randy Ramon who won and will be getting a tag title shot. I’m not sure how well it’s sitting with Tommy Bedlam knowing his partner is getting a tag title shot without him. But tonight they’re back at it together and so far it looks like there’s no issues between the pair, though earlier tonight we did see their opponents possibly trying to drive a wedge.”Tommy and Chris high five one another on the top of the ramp before making their way down the aisle - Tommy high fiving fans on one side while Crowe focused on the opposite side. They climb into the ring. {DEMISE}[MEDIA=youtube]2P5DMwnK47o[/MEDIA] As each of the three opening vocal sounds play, a spotlight turns on at center stage to alternate between illuminating, and then covering in darkness, three figures. Once the main portion of the song plays at 9 seconds, the lights in the arena are dark save for a single golden light illuminating to the stage where we see Keres now. She is holding the arm of her partner, Princess Nova… who is laying on her back on the stage being dragged by Keres as she appears to be completely void of life. Natalie Rosenberg: “And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred thirty two pounds, “The Daughter of Demise” Keres and “The TORN Angel” Princess Nova…. ETERNAL!”Jean-Luc Watkins: ”Do not adjust your television sets ladies and gentlemen… that is The Daughter of Demise dragging her opponent down to the ring for the match. Ever since Princess Nova signed up for the Buddy Bowl without Keres’ approval, Nova has been a lifeless puppet, only acting when instructed by Keres. Keres has her eyes on Tommy Bedlam tonight, who has become the most recent target of her TORN shenanigans, with them set to clash at Winter Wasteland.”The straight faced Keres drags Princess Nova down to the ring as Tommy and Crowe are unsure of what to make it if in the ring. Once at ringside, Keres lets go of Nova’s arm as it drops to the ground. She stands at ringside, not entering the ring. {LIFE IS A HAPPY SONG || THE MUPPETS}[MEDIA=youtube]AEWJxRP5z7g[/MEDIA] Boos fill the arena as Jeremy Best walks out first from the back, a huge smile on his face, waving happily to the fans despite the boos while Big Bryan Bastard walks out behind him, stopping to put his hands on his hips, showing off the FWA North American Title wrapped around his waist. Natalie Rosenberg: “And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred ninety two pounds… “Your New Best Friend” Jeremy Best and the FWA North American Champion Big Bryan Bastard… THE BUDDY SYSTEM!”Jean-Luc Watkins: ”There is no love loss from these fans for the Buddy System. Jeremy looks happy to be tagging again with Bryan and is definitely looking to bounce back from the Buddy Bowl not going as he had hoped. While he has the World Title shot at Winter Wasteland, he is always looking to get the tag titles alongside his buddy Bryan. And I already mentioned how we have a taste of Winter Wasteland in this one with Keres and Tommy but we also have the North American title match represented here as Chris Crowe and Bryan Baxter both are very eager to get their hands on one another.”While Jeremy happily walks down to the ring, Bryan has his eyes decidedly on Chris Crowe in the ring as the duo makes their way down. They climb into the ring as the boos continue to rain in. SIXTH MATCH || 1/30.Deathswitch ( Tommy Bedlam and Chris Crowe) vs. The Buddy System ( Jeremy Best and Big Bryan Bastard) vs. Eternal ( Keres and Princess Nova). Tag Team Triple Threat Match.Match writer: Dubb. The bell rings! While Keres stands at ringside next to the lifeless Princess Nova laying on the ground, Bryan Baxter steps out onto the apron as does Chris Crowe, making Tommy Bedlam and Jeremy Best the legal men to start the match. Bedlam and Best circle the ring, Best looking a little nervous staring down the X Champion. Bedlam moves in for a collar and elbow tie up, but Jeremy ducks through the lock up attempt and rolls to his corner and decides to tag in Bryan Bastard. Jean-Luc Watkins:: “I guess Jeremy Best wants nothing to do with the X Champion after all!”Bedlam shakes his head as Triple B steps through the ropes, looking eager to get his hands on the cowboy. Jean-Luc Watkins:: “I don’t think Big Bryan Bastard minds the chance to get his hands on Bedlam… I think he still wants another shot at Tommy after Bedlam got the better of him at Meltdown XXXIV.”Tommy motions for the big man to bring it on, as Baxter moves in and the two lock up, but Baxter quickly brings his knee up to Tommy’s midsection to break up the lock up and instead brings a big open hand chop across Bedlam’s bare chest. Tommy winces but comes back with a big forearm blow to Baxter’s chest. Baxter responds with a forearm of his own. Back and forth Tommy and Bryan go, trading elbows before the X Champion gets fired up and unleashes a plethora of forearms rapid fire, backing Bryan up into the ropes much to the delight of the fans. With Bryan against the ropes, Tommy takes the big man by the arm and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip… but Bryan reverses it. Tommy comes back off the ropes and Bryan goes for a clothesline, but Bedlam ducks! Bedlam bounces off the opposite ropes, coming back toward Bastard, who now ducks down for a back body drop, but Tommy telegraphes it with a boot to the face and then a swinging neckbreaker to take the North American champion to the mat! Tommy plays to the crowd as Bryan rolls up to a knee. From the apron, Chris Crowe extends his arm, wanting the chance to get his hands on his Winter Wasteland opponent. Bedlam asks the crowd if they want The Showman to get tagged in, which they vehemently agree. Bedlam walks to the corner and tags in Crowe. Jean-Luc Watkins:: “Here we go! A preview of the North American Championship match!”Bryan Bastard is back up and watches Crowe entering the ring. The two rivals go nose to nose, exchanging some heated words before Baxter strikes Crowe with a right hand.. That is BLOCKED by The Showman! Crowe fires back with a series of right hands of his own, rocking Baxter backward! Crowe now sends Baxter into the ropes… Where Jeremy Best gets the blind tag! Off the ropes, Crowe takes the big Bastard down with a hiptoss, but Jeremy Best comes into the ring with a springboard crossbody… but is CAUGHT by The Showman! Crowe walks with Best in his arms, setting him up for a fallaway slam… But Bryan Bastard is back up and clobbers Crowe from behind! Jeremy lands back on his feet, leaping up and hitting a step up enziguri to Crowe that sends the Showman stumbling into a Reverse STO from Baxter! Not happy with his partner being double teamed, Tommy Bedlam enters the ring, blazing past referee Larry Stevens and spinning Baxter around and rocking him with a rolling elbow. Best comes at Bedlam with a spinning heel kick, taking the cowboy down. But as soon as Jeremy is up, Crowe is back up as well and Crowe blasts Jeremy with a running bulldog! As the Showman is getting up, Bryan Bastard attacks him with a running shoulder block, sending Crowe into the ropes where Bryan hits him with a clothesline that takes Crowe over the top rope to the floor! Bastard watches Crowe crash to the ringside, but then is taken over the top rope himself as Tommy Bedlam charges in with a clothesline of his own! Bedlam stands tall in the ring alone, and lets out a big ole southerner yeehaw, playing to the crowd… but he doesn’t notice that suddenly, almost out of nowhere… Keres is standing behind him. Jean-Luc Watkins:: “That creepy Keres has been watching all the action unfold in the ring until now… almost like she was waiting for her moment to get to Tommy!”Bedlam suddenly feels like he’s been watched, and cautiously turns around to find Keres… who strikes quickly with a heart punch! Bedlam stumbles back as Keres unleashes a series of vicious kicks to Tommy before running and hitting a hurricanrana over the top rope! Both Keres and Tommy spill out to ringside as well! At ringside, Keres, Crowe, and Bedlam are all getting back to their feet… As Bryan Bastard has found the lifeless vessel of Princess Nova… and has picked her up! He carries Nova’s body around ringside and TOSSES HER AT Bedlam and Crowe! The Deathswitch duo catch her… just as Jeremy Best comes off the top rope with a MOONSAULT PLANCHA ONTO Crowe, Bedlam, Nova, and Keres! Jean-Luc Watkins:: “Bryan Bastard just used Princess Nova as a weapon! Guess she’s getting some action in this match after all.”<< 08:11. >>The action is now back in the ring as things have settled back down. Tommy Bedlam is the legal man but is in trouble in the Buddy System corner as Bryan and Jeremy take turns working him over. Jeremy pulls Bedlam out of the corner and takes him down to the mat with a snapmare, leaving the X Champion in a seated position. Jeremy backs up and then begins to unload his Friendly Fire series of stiff kicks to Tommy’s chest. One after the other continues to wear down Bedlam before Jeremy runs to the ropes looking to finish off the combo, coming back with a running dropkick to the kneeling Bedlam. But when Jeremy hit the ropes, Keres blindtagged herself in! Jeremy tries to go for the pin, but Larry Stevens explains to him that he’s not the legal man. Frustrated, Jeremy leaves the ring as Keres now begins to stalk the fallen Tommy. Jean-Luc Watkins:: “The Daughter of Demise has had very little interest in getting involved in this match… except when it comes to Tommy Bedlam.”Keres slowly circles Tommy as he struggles to try and recover, before she drops and elbow down onto the back of his shoulder just as he was trying to get up to his knees, taking him back down. She rolls back up and drops another elbow across the shoulder. And another before locking in an armbar submission to Bedlam. Larry Stevens checks in on Tommy, but he shakes him off and begins trying to battle his way back up to his feet, but Keres drives her shoulder into Tommy’s shoulder, and hiptosses him back down to the mat into another armbar submission. Tommy struggles against the hold, but is able to roll over and up to his knees as Keres keeps trying to keep the move locked in, but Tommy shows off his strength as he lifts her up off the mat… but before he can slam her, Keres releases the hold and then drives a series of elbows into Bedlam’s head, causing him to drop her. Keres lands on her feet and rocks Bedlam with a Brazilian Kick before grabbing a handful of Tommy’s hair and taking him to the mat with a Hair-Pull neckbreaker. Keres made the cover One! Two! Kickout! Bedlam begins to pull himself up, but Keres comes charging in with a Superwoman Elbow smash! She makes another pin! One! Two! Thre… Kickout! Keres sits up from the pinfall, not showing any signs of frustration as she kneels beside Bedlam… instead she grabs Bedlam’s face and viciously begins to pull at Bedlam’s nose before taking two fingers and sticking them into Tommy’s eyes, pulling back violently! Referee Larry Stevens gives Keres a four count and then forces her off. Tommy begins to pull himself up to his knees… Keres looks to finish him off with the Oscurità… but Tommy rolls out of the way! He pulls himself up but Keres quickly strikes with a spinkick to the midsection and then sends Tommy into the ropes, but Tommy comes back off the ropes… WITH A SPEAR! Jean-Luc Watkins:: “Big counter there from Bedlam and now we’ll see if he can get the tag!”Bedlam sits up to his knees after taking Keres down and begins to make his crawl to the corner… And GETS THE TAG to Chris Crowe! The fresh Showman comes in as Keres is getting up to her feet… and she stumbles backwards and falls to the Buddy System corner, tagging in Jeremy Best! Best seems surprised to have gotten the tag, but steps into the ring as Keres exits, climbing back down to the floor and joining the lifeless Nova at ringside. Jeremy eyes Crowe and then charges in… right into a big right hand from Crowe! << 14:43. >>After picking up a nearfall on Best with a brainbuster, The Showman pulls him back up to his feet. He lifts Jeremy up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry, going for a Death Valley Driver, but Jeremy escapes down Crowe’s back! ROLL UP BY JEREMY! One! Two! Kickout! Both get back up to their feet and Jeremy lifts Crowe up onto his shoulders now in a fireman’s carry… looking for the BFF… Crowe struggles, trying to fight as Jeremy stumbles toward the corner… Crowe on Jeremy’s shoulder reaches out and Tommy tags in, unbeknownst to Jeremy! Tommy enters from behind, grabbing Crowe and pulling him down off Jeremy’s shoulders! A surprised Jeremy turns around into a double discus lariat from both Tommy and Crowe! Crowe and Bedlam pull Jeremy to his feet, Crowe takes Jeremy by the arm and Irish Whips him into Bedlam right into a SPINEBUSTER! Tommy makes the cover! One! Two! Thre.. BRYAN BASTARD BREAKS IT UP! Crowe immediately goes after Baxter, the two exchanging blows as their brawl spills out of the ring to outside the ring, leaving Best and Bedlam alone in the ring. Best is in trouble as he staggers to his feet to the waiting Bedlam who lifts him up… Jean-Luc Watkins:: “Tommy Bedlam has Jeremy Best right where he wants him now! Looks like Best is going to be going for an Eight Second Ride!” SUPERWOMAN PUNCH out of nowhere from Keres! Tommy drops to a knee as Jeremy drops to the canvas. Keres grabs Jeremy and pulls him to her corner, stepping out and tagging herself back in. Keres stalks back to Tommy as he begins to get to his feet… Horrible Sanity headbutt drops him to his knees and.. Keres locks in the Clutch of Woe! Meanwhile, outside the ring, Chris Crowe sends Bryan Baxter crashing into the ringsteps. He sees his partner in trouble, so he slides into the ring! Crowe clobbers Keres from behind with a running forearm to break up the submission. Crowe spins Keres around and begins to rock her with a series of jabs and then spins around.. DISCUS LARIAT! Keres DUCKS! CROWE LAYS OUT TOMMY WITH THE LARIAT! The Showman’s eyes grow wide as he accidentally strikes his partner, and Keres takes advantage with another Superwoman Punch, this time hitting Crowe and taking him down to the mat. Keres makes the pin on Bedlam! One! Two! Three… NO! Jeremy Best makes the save! Jean-Luc Watkins:: “The miscommunication from Deathswitch almost cost them there, but it’s Jeremy Best keeping this match going!”Jeremy delivers a series of forearms to Keres back before she can get back up off of Tommy, then rakes her eyes before lifting her up onto his shoulders.. BFF TO KERES! But Crowe is back up as Jeremy drops her, and Crowe gives Jeremy a boot to the midsection… CLOSING ACT TO JEREMY! Jeremy rolls out onto the apron while Tommy Bedlam is now up to his feet, and he grabs his partner by the arm and pulls him toward him. Bedlam doesn’t seem too pleased about Crowe’s errant lariat, but Crowe yells at Bedlam to focus on the match and cover the girl. Bedlam shakes off the frustration and drops down for the pin. ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! Bryan Bastard breaks it up at the last minute! Chris Crowe goes after BBB, but Bryan battles back and rocks Crowe with a rolling right hand as Tommy gets up to his feet… Tommy charges at Baxter… SPEAR! Baxter side steps it and now Tommy accidentally hits Crowe with the spear! Tommy sits up, his hands ontop his head but he doesn’t have much time to react as Baxter attacks him from behind. Baxter wails on Tommy, backing him into the ropes where Jeremy has pulled himself up using the ring ropes. Jeremy reaches over and tags Tommy on the back to make himself the legal man! Baxter then lifts Tommy up.. BUCKLE BOMB to Tommy as Jeremy runs the apron and hits a running enziguri! Tommy falls over in the corner as BBB and Jeremy turn their attention to the recovering Keres. Jeremy climbs to the top turnbuckle as Bryan lifts Keres up into his arms… Jeremy comes off the top rope.. EVERYTHING IS AWESOME! Jeremy makes the cover! ONE! TWO! THREE! {RESULT}Winner: The Buddy System via pinfall at 20:07. Natalie Rosenberg: “Here are your winners… The Buddy System!”Jeremy hops back up to his feet and immediately gives Bryan Bastard a big hug. Bryan can’t help but smile before he takes Jeremy’s hand and lifts his arm up in victory. Jean-Luc Watkins:: “A big win here tonight ahead of Winter Wasteland for both Jeremy Best and Bryan Bastard!”Larry Stevens brings the North American Championship into the ring, but before he can hand it off to Jeremy… Chris Crowe comes into the ring and intercepts Larry, pulling the North American title away from Stevens! Bryan Baxter stares Crowe down as Crowe looks at the title… and then hands it over to Baxter. Chris Crowe: “For now…”Crowe says as a bit of a warning to Baxter. Baxter snatches the belt away from Crowe, who turns to leave… AND BAXTER CRACKS CROWE ACROSS THE HEAD WITH THE TITLE! Baxter begins to put the boots to Crowe while Tommy Bedlam is struggling to get back to his feet at ringside… {SONNE || RAMMSTEIN}[MEDIA=youtube]YtEWoavDlcM[/MEDIA] The crowd explodes as Alyster Black rushes down from the back! Jean-Luc Watkins:: “Here comes the champ! But he still can’t put his hands on Jeremy!”Black slides into the ring… and Jeremy quickly darts to ringside, while Baxter grabs his North American Title.. He takes a swing at Black! Black ducks! ONE SHOT KILL TO BAXTER! Jean-Luc Watkins:: “How about that! Alyster Black with some redemption on Bryan Bastard there! But the man he really wants… Jeremy Best is heading for the hills!”Jeremy jumps over the guard rails, running up the aisle - not wanting anything to do with Alyster Black even with the restraining order. Alyster Black climbs the turnbuckles, watching Jeremy scurry off. Black lifts up the FWA Championship. Jean-Luc Watkins:: “At Winter Wasteland… there will be nothing keeping Alyster Black from getting his hands on Jeremy Best! At Winter Wasteland… we may actually see the end of Jeremy Best this time! Or will Jeremy find a way to do the unthinkable and beat Alyster Black for the third time? We’ll see you on December 31st!”Fallout comes to a close with Alyster Black perched upon the top rope, the crowd ecstatic for the champ. [/center][/font] |
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