Post by David Slayton on Apr 15, 2013 5:37:13 GMT -6
The BWF signature plays, hearkening back to the old days of BWF - flashes of Ghost, X, Brian Fenris and Kate Gilmore shift into shots of Desire, Kirlia Gardevoir, The Legend and Eliminator, then Cody Clark, Captain Marticus, Chamelion, Gabe Shelley and Mark McNasty, before finally doing a Star Wars hyperspace effect into a few of the stars of today; Finale, the Cowgirls from Hell, Xaria Linette, Emanuel Cole and finally, a quick flash of David Blazenwing before settling on the BWF logo. The logo then shatters like glass into the Osaka-jo Hall in Osaka, Japan, before heading ringside to join the announce team of Nick Webb, Rayne and Alex Wilkie.
Nick Webb: Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the beautiful Osaka-jo Hall, we are live in Osaka, Japan for the AoWF/BWF joint pay-per-view Honor Bound: Night One!
The Champion's Fate
The lights slowly dim down until its pitch black and the low guitar strumming of "In Fate's Hands" by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus rolls throughout the arena. Three spotlights shine and revolve around as if searching for someone, and the fans are on their feet, cheering in anticipation for the hero they know is coming. At the ten mark when the song rocks into life, red, white and blue pyros shoot outward with controlled chaos from the entrance stage for seven straight seconds. By the end of it, the three spotlights have aimed at the stage and await the arrival of the BWF World Champion.
I remember a year ago
I was standing in the crowd
Waiting for my chance to break through
My chance to live again
At last the marVel Gabe Shelley, comes out in the midst of these lyrics from behind the curtain, the fans' cheers only growing louder, and he steps up to the spotlight. He dons his hooded vest and points out to the fans. He lifts his hood up slightly to get a view of the fans, his face peeking out. Gabe carries the title in his hand as he makes his way to the ring.
Now it seems I've found some friends who
Finally understand what it takes
To make this dream come true
We'll be here 'til the end
Shake it! Break it! Get off your feet!
Come dance with me and don't you fake it
Shake it! Break it! Get off your feet!
Come dance with me and don't you fake it
The fans are positively crazy about Gabe. He walks past most of the fans, just shaking hands with a few people, less energy than usual. He slides in under the ropes and pulls his hood down without too much excitement. He quickly quiets the fans down as they are ready to hear what he has to say. Gabe is tossed a microphone and holds it up high before starting to speak.
Gabe Shelley: "I know exactly what everyone is waiting for, answers. People want to know the status of the main event tonight and exactly what I'm going to do as far as the championship goes. So let's get David Blazenwing out here so we can get this over with!"
He stands in the middle of the ring and puts the World title over his shoulder as "Superstar" by Saliva starts to rock the arena and the C.E.O of the BWF makes his way to the stage. David Blazenwing makes his way to the ring slowly in what seems to be disbelief. He stops ringside and shouts to someone "Your guess is as good as mine" to a few fans. He walks around the ring and takes a microphone from the announce table. Blazenwing climbs into the ring using the steps and walks around Gabe and to the middle of the ring.
David Blazenwing: "Well Gabe, its zero hour. Everyone here tonight is hoping you're ready to see reason and put on one hell of a match! I understand you're upset but it's time to make a decision, it's time to stop making these fans wait."
The fans cheer lightly for Blazenwing and start to chant "Shelley! Shelley! Shelley!" over and over. Gabe looks around as the fans have climbed back up to their feet to cheer for their hero. He clears his throat as he goes to speak and turning back to Blazenwing.
Gabe Shelley: "Since February 26th I've been proud to be back in the BWF. I didn't come back because I was promised anything, including this title. I came back because these fans, these BWF fans are the most loyal people I've ever come across. You people..."
He points out to a few fans and smiles.
Gabe Shelley: "YOU are the reason I came back to this business."
The fans start to cheer for Gabe as he even gives them a small applause before continuing.
Gabe Shelley: "Last week things happened that really made me think about the place I came back to. I know it's been well documented and plain and simple I'm disappointed in how things were handled. I'm upset with the fact that you, Dave Blazenwing, just sat back and watched as two people defaced what was supposed to be the pride of your company."
He turns his attention back to Blazenwing and points at him.
Gabe Shelley: "Dave, holding this title doesn't mean the same if you just let people disrespect it. It's not the same if there isn't any pride in holding this title. By sitting back you are helping make a mockery of the title..."
The fans have grown quiet as Gabe seems to grow angry. He shakes his head and puts his arms at his side, turning around and leaning on the ropes for a moment. He takes the title off his shoulder and turns back around and extends it to Blazenwing.
Gabe Shelley: "Right now, being the BWF World Champion means nothing. This spray-paint goes deeper than just covering the gold plates. That cFh logo represents more than just a couple of rebels that are trying to make an impact. It has taken all of the honor away from the title, so, here. Take it."
Blazenwing takes the title slowly as the fans gasp and still seem in shock. Shelley shakes Blazenwing's hand before climbing out of the ring and walking towards the backstage area. As he reaches the stage, "Have A Drink On Me" by My Ruin begins to play as the houselights slowly dim. At the twelve second mark lights begin to flicker as the beat and rhythm of the song begin to become louder.
~oh, Whiskey, gin and brandy
With a glass I'm pretty handy
I'm trying to walk a straight line
On sour mash and cheap wine~
The BlazenTron lights up with the chrome 'S' emblem and explodes into shots of cFh, holding the defaced BWF World Title, stepping on Ai Mei's skull, pinning Corey Lazarus one two three, a shot them holding their BWF Tag Titles and the last shot of her them holding the PWA Tag Team Titles. Cowgirls From Hell flashes on the screen, and a small amounts of pyro's shoot off as MNS steps out from behind the curtain with Tamika Nash Strader. Simon Kalis and Scott Nash Strader follow as well.
~So join me for a drink boys
We're gonna make a big noise
So don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the tip
We'll get hell to pay~
The girls hold their BWF titles high in the air, glancing over at Gabe and making fake crying gestures. Everyone in the party laughs as Gabe shakes his head and walks backstage, livid.
~Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Yeah
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
On me
Come on~
Meghan stops and waves at the crowd as she shifts her hips to the right side. She makes her way down to ringside followed by her baby sister Tamika Strader and family.
~I'm Dizzy, drunk and fightin'
On tequila white lightnin'
My glass is getting shorter
On whiskey, ice and water
So come on and have a good time~
Meghan smacks the hands of a few fans.
~ Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address
Non-stop talker, what a rocker
Blue-eyed murder in a size five dress ~
Meghan and Tamika stop halfway down, look side to side, raise up their arms and the entire stage explodes in gold and silver pyrotechnics as a wide grin comes across Meghan's face.
~And get blinded out of your mind
So don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the check
We'll get hell to pay~
At that Meghan turns it into a stride and slides under the bottom rope into the ring and jumps up to the top turnbuckle as she raises her fist in air holding her tag title as does Tamika. Simon and Scott take a seat near the announcers table in a private seating area filled with sushi and Saki. Meghan takes the microphone.
MNS: Tonight Osaka, you are the first to see the new BWF Tag Team Champions, us!
TNS: The Cowgirls From Hell!
The fans give a loud pop.
MNS: Tonight you will witness some great matches, including my own match. I want to see them too just like you, so my sister and I will be right over there, enjoying your countries finest cuisine and Saki! Well not me, I have to wrestle.
TNS: So yeah, enjoy the show!
The fans cheer as the girls exit the ring and head to their ringside seats and make themselves comfortable.
Triad vs. The Big O
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: "Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is a NO DISQUALIFICATION MATCH! And is scheduled for ONE FALL!"
Alex Wilkie: "Well this is news to us!"
Rayne: "We thought it was just gonna be a singles match, maybe Dave wants to see what this new kid Triad can do."
Nick Webb: "This might be someone else's doing, Dave usually doesn't make a change like this out of the blue without an announcement!"
Scott Benjamin: "Introducing first, from Sacramento California, weighing in at 234lbs, THE BIG OOOOOOO!!!"
The lights in the arena fade to a deep black as the beats of "Power Rangers" by Powerglove hits the BlazenTron. A black light comes on over the entire arena as the main section of the song kicks in and The Big O steps onto the stage, his outfit lit up in neon from the black light. He poses and points to the fans, then runs towards the ring as the chorus plays. The Big O slides into the ring, then runs to the nearest turnbuckle and poses for the fans as the crowd chants his name. As the song fades, he jumps down and removes his Khaki overshirt.
Rayne: "We haven't seen The Big O since No Asylum last month, I hope he's recovered from his injuries."
Alex Wilkie: "If he hasn't we're gonna see a Blood bath tonight, I can't see The Big O being up to snuff with new blood"
Nick Webb: "You haven't even seen this guy wrestle, Wilkie, maybe experience will triumph over youth."
Alex Wilkie: "The Big O has about as much experience in his whole body, as I do in my left thumb. I can't imagine him having many matches left on those tires."
Scott Benjamin: "And his opponent, from Osaka, Japan. Weighing in at 210lbs, TRRRIIIIAAAADDD!!!"
The crowd cheers insanely loud for the hometown hero as red, yellow and green fireworks go off on the stage, causing a chain reaction of fireworks to go off down the ramp and exploded at the four corners of the ring. "Regret Nothing" comes on strong as Triad runs out from behind the curtains on the stage, he goes to each corner of the stage and poses to the crowd before running down the ramp and sliding under the bottom rope, he rolls to the middle of the ring and hops up, hoping in place he punches the air like a boxer, he turns to the crowd and raises one hand up in the air, pointing to the sky as the music fades.
DING!
Nick Webb: "And we're off on the first match of Honor Bound! The Big O vs the New Comer Triad!"
Alex Wilkie: "You know, I might just have to eat my words, can he even see out of that mask?"
Rayne: "He must be able too, look at him staring down Big O!"
Triad circles the ring opposite of The Big O, Triad quickly goes a lock up, Big O pulls him into a headlock, but Triad slips out of it smoothly, Big O turns to go for another head lock, this time going for an arm lock, but Triad flips in place, twisting his arm back to normal, and goes for a solid standing enziguri to the taller Big O!
Rayne: "Holy Cow! Did you see that!"
Nick Webb: "Triad cracking Big O's skull with a hard kick!"
Alex Wilkie: "See, a real experienced star would've dodged that like a boss!"
Big O hits the mat and Triad goes for a quick cover, he hooks the leg and the ref drops for the count.
1!
Big O kicks out!
Alex Wilkie: "At least he's still concious."
Nick Webb: "Big O might not be the biggest dog in the run, but he's no push over."
Triad picks Big O up and Irish Whips him into a turnbuckle, Triad moves to the middle of the ring, he pulls two medals out of a small pocket, he switches out two medals in his belt buckle and puts the two new ones in.
Rayne: "What is Triad doing?"
Nick Webb: "It looks like he's trying to make change."
Alex Wilkie: "No, I've heard about this, they were talking about it in the locker room, Triad actually has the power to change costumes mid match..."
Nick Webb: "What that does make-"
Nick Webb is cut off as Triad Strikes an offensive stance, the lights go out in the Arena and over the speakers a voice shouts.
"LION! TIGER! CHEETAH!!"
Yellow Fireworks burst at the four corners of the ring, for a moment the crowd is stunned as a couple different looking Triad is standing there, ready to strike The Big O!
Nick Webb: "Well I'll be damned! Triad just turned into some Lion themed Luchadore!"
Alex Wilkie: "Well, actually, the proper terminology for Triad would be would Kam-"
Rayne: "Whatever he is, he looks like he's out for blood now!"
Triad takes position at the turn buckle opposite of the Big O, he scrapes his foot like a bull about to charge then runs at The Big O, full speed, half way between, he flips into the turnbuckle The Big O was in, in the blink of an eye, Triad had flipped himself onto the Big O's shoulders, he begins to pound away at his head with a flurry of punches, Big O however, pulls enough strength to carry Triad out of the turnbuckle to try and go for a quick power-bomb, but Triad uses his leverage to roll behind The Big O and pull him into school boy pin!
1!
2!!
The Big O Kicks out!!
Rayne: So Close! Triad has gotten a lot faster since he changed his suit.
The Big O and Triad both roll away from each other, but The Big O is up first, The Big O runs at Triad but Triad quickly drops below him and trips him up with a drop toe hold, The crowd goes crazy as Big O finds himself draped over the middle rope, Triad takes a quick glance at Big O, then runs for the ropes opposite, bounces off and comes flying out and around striking Big O with a hard Tiger Feint Kick!
Nick Webb: "The newbie Triad with a huge move, catching Big O off guard!"
Alex Wilkie: "Eh, too flashy for me, why doesn't he just end it now."
Triad stands on the outside apron, with a groggy Big O just getting to his feet, Triad leaps to the top rope and bounces off, he tries to pull off the famed west coast pop, but Big O catches him off guard with a hard strike to the groin!!
Rayne: "HEY! THATS CHEATING!"
Alex Wilkie: "No DQ's, and I think Big O is tired of losing."
Nick Webb: "You may be right, but The Big O stands for good! He wouldn't give that up over something so meaningless!"
Triad holds his groin in pain, he stumbles back a bit, but, before he can drop, The Big O quickly scoops him up into a hard Howling Slam!! The crowd goes crazy as The Big O hooks both of Triads legs into a pin!
1!
2!
Triad kicks out!!
Nick Webb: "Big O pulling out all the stops, even one of his signatures not being able to stop Triad."
Rayne: "The crowd doesn't seem to know who to chant for!"
Both men are lying on the mat as the arena hums with mixed chants of "LETS GO TRIAD!" and then "LETS GO BIG O!"
Big O pulls himself and shakes his head a bit, he walks over to Triad and picks him up by his head, Triad however gives a couple quick punches to Big O's mid-section and then slips out from under the bottom rope, The Big O stands in the middle of the ring a bit stunned as Triad pulls out three new coins!
Alex Wilkie: "Great! Right in front of us, now we can all see the smoke and mirrors!"
Nick Webb: "I don't think it'll be that easy."
The same thing happens, the arena lights go out and the same voice erupts over the speakers, this time with "SAI! GORILLA! ZOU!" an explosion of white fireworks erupts right infront of the announcers table as the lights come back on, a new Triad appears!!
Alex Wilkie: "Wh-I.. I didn't see anything!"
Rayne: "Neither did I! Who is this guy?"
The Big O steps out of the ring and tries to jump the new Triad with a hard Double Axe handle, but Triad side-steps the attack and knees The Big O in the gut hard! The Big O gives a wretching cough as Triad pulls him between his legs and lifts him up high for a power-bomb!
Alex Wilkie: "LOOK OUT!"
The announcers dive for cover as Triad drops the big O directly on the announcers table!! The crowd goes nuts! Triad beats his chest like an enraged Gorilla, dragged a lifeless Big O back into the ring, before dropping him in the middle, he places his foot on Big O's chest and lifts one hand, the ref checks if Big O's shoulders are down and then counts.
1!
2!
3!!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: "Ladies and Gentlemen, The winner of this match, TRRRRIIIAAAADDD!!!"
The crowd goes crazy as "Sun goes up" hits the speakers, a different theme for the different suit! Triad Beats his chest, the sound of it echoing like a loud drum through the arena!
Nick Webb: "What we just witnessed ladies and gentlemen, is something new and terrifying in the BWF!"
Alex Wilkie: "If I were still wrestling, I'd be afraid to be in the same Locker room as that guy..."
Rayne: "Are we gonna get a new table here soon?"
Like Taking Titles From a Baby
Andy Sensation and Star Diamond are backstage stretching for their big money in the bank match. Both men look like they are ready to go and are bouncing up and down.
Andy Sensation: all right Star you ready?
Star Diamond: You know it, between the two of us we have this match in the bag!
Andy Sensation: yeah, but remember people with titles still get ignored. Look at Finale, no one knows who he is.
Star Diamond: True. Hey! You know how those fugly chicks got noticed was by defacing the world title.
Andy Sensation: that's brilliant! And hey, look, the cowgirls luggage!
Star Diamond: True this box does say cowgirls T-shirts all sizes.
Andy Sensation: Right, but why would they need all sizes?
Star Diamond: Sluts have to wear shirts that are too small for them, and also shirts that are too large for them. You know so they can tie it off in that bikini thing or whatever.
Andy Sensation: Oh yeah! Good call!
Star Diamond: OH SNAP DUDE! CHECK IT OUT! THE BOX WITH THE TAG TITLES!
Andy Sensation: dude! We have to take these to the ring and spray paint them!
Star Grabs the box, quickly slides it under his shirt.
Star Diamond: hell yeah! The cowgirls will be so pissed that their titles were destroyed that they will demand Blazenwing give us a match.
Andy Sensation: Let's do this.
The two begin walking towards camera and out of frame. About thirty seconds of dead air passes as the crowd waits, then "That's Entertainment" by Power Man 5000 hits the PA. The team of Star Struck come running out with a box in handle They ignore the fans and quickly side in the ring. They jump on to the ring ropes and do a little show boating. They jump down and grab a microphone.
Andy Sensation: Listen up! Star and I are tired of being called stupid! We are tired of having the world treat us like we are the biggest losers in the world.
Star nods as the fans begin to chant you suck. His nods quickly turn into shakes.
Andy Sensation: yeah, I do suck you caught me. I was sucking on your mom tits last night, and I understand why you are all jealous no tit for tat kind of deal, but damn it we are not here to talk about your mom's breast milk. We are here, because the tag division needs a little remodeling. You see the cowgirls though they could get away with their win last week. I don't think so! We want our title shot, and how are we going to get it. Through the act of revenge, in that box we have the TAG TEAM TITLES!
Star points at the box.
Andy Sensation: and o hey look I have a can of spray paint. Star the belts please.
Star excitedly rips into the box as if it is Christmas morning. He gets inside the box and a frown dawns upon his face.
Andy Sensation: Star the belts please!
Star begins to pull the belt out of the box to reveal a child's size plastic tag title. Andy with his back towards star, holding the spray can up high. He turns and see's the toy titles.
Andy Sensation: damn it Star! You grabbed the wrong box!
Star Diamond: No! No!
Andy throws the belts on the ground and they both begin to jump up and down on the belts. Andy Sensation: You just witnessed, what the team of Star Struck thinks of the current tag champions! That is what we will do them! We will stomp them out, because no one wants some ugly whores as tag team champions.
Star Diamond: So get on your dirt sheets and let all your buddies know that Star Struck is going to get rid of those ugly cowgirls once and for all.
Andy grabs the spray paint and sprays stars on to the children's belts. He then picks them up and throws them into the crowd.
MONEY IN THE BANK
OVER THE TOP ROPE
BATTLE ROYAL
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is the MONEY IN THE BANK BATTLE ROYAL! The last surviving superstar will be awarded with a briefcase containing a contract good for a BWF World Championship Match at the time of their choosing!
Nick Webb: So this match is a battle royal, not a ladder match.
Rayne: I thought it was a ladder match.
Alex Wilkie: So did a good chunk of the people involved in the match. Buncha idiots need to learn how to read!
Scott Benjamin: Already in the ring... STAR DIAMOND AND ANDY SENSATION!!!
Star and Andy pose for the crowd.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next... JEREMY GOLD!!!
"Pump It Up" by Elvis Costello hits as Jeremy Gold comes running out onto the entrance stage, girating with his body thrashing his arms around and thrusting his pelvic area to the cheering and laughing crowd. Simon Kalis rolls his eyes in the crowd as Gold runs down to the ring, slapping the hands of fans as he runs by and circles the ring before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. Kalis lights a cigarette in his seat at ringside and smiles for his happy go lucky agent turned wrestler buddy, Jeremy Gold who's still dancing to his own theme music in the ring.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next... EMANUEL COLE!!!
The lights are killed and InnerPartySystem's "Don't Stop" explodes through the BWF's speaker system. Alternating spotlights of white and pink dance around the stage, illuminating the chiseled figure holding his signature hand mirror. Emanuel revels in his own reflection, fixing his hair (although he wouldn't be seen publicly if it wasn't perfect in the first place) and ignores the fans entirely for most of his saunter down the walkway, despite the volumes of disapproving jeers. He lays his mirror very gently with much care on tge time keeper's table and walks smugly to the steel steps, slowly taking his ascent. As he is stepping through the top and middle ropes he pauses half way and turns to insult a heckling fan. A comment on the individual's wardrobe, appearance, or weight, no doubt. After he has entered the ring, Emanuel lays across the top ropes with his feet crossed and propped on his elbow casually in one of the corners as his music dies away.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next... MR. HARDCORE!!!
We hear "MR. HARDCORE!" yelled over the speakers before "Fight Music" by D-12 starts to play. As "Artist with a bomb, strapped to my stomach screaming, "LET'S GET IT ON"" is heard, four red pyro blasts shoot straight up from the ramp three different times. As the last one goes off, the fans begin to cheer as Mr. Hardcore walks out. He is wearing black jeans, a black hoodie, and his wrists are taped. He raises his arms in the air and two more huge explosions go off behind him. Mr. Hardcore then walks down the ramp towards the ring, taking off his hoodie to reveal a white wife beater. He gets to the ring and rolls in before walking to the middle of the ring. He looks out to the crowd, then leans his head back, as he holds his arms out. Mr. Hardcore thrives off the chorus of cheers. Mr. Hardcore then stares up the ramp, waiting for his opponent.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next... ARNOLD HAWK!!!
Korn's "Blind" hits up in the speakers as, from the back, Arnold Hawk stumbles through the curtain. Arnold's white cane is stuck in the curtain and he struggles to untangle it from its murderous intent. Finally succeeding, Arnold turns and begins tapping along the ramp, a technician barely getting to him before he topples over the edge of the stage. The announcer shocks him, causing him to once again head for the edge of the stage; luckily for him the technician is right there to keep him from falling off. Finally Arnold is headed down the middle of the ramp. Arnold stumbles at the loudness of the crowd and his name being called; he's having a very tough time concentrating enough to walk down the ramp. Arnold finds the steps to the ring and climbs up. Wanting to get the crowd to quiet down a bit, he raises his hand, this only causing the crowd to get louder. Arnold stumbles back, falling off the ring apron and to the floor. He gets up, dusting himself off and is finally back onto the apron. He walks around the ring(on the apron) like he's been told some wrestlers do and reaches out to climb up the ring post. However, he has misjudged the distance and falls flat on his face. Some of the fans are sympathetic, others laugh but Arnold rolls under the ropes to inside the ring. He sits up, but the bottom rope catches him in the throat and he begins to gag heavily before finally struggling up to his feet.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next... SEAN ROBINSON!!!
"Muse" by Hysteria hits the BlazenTron as Sean Robinson walks to the ring, slapping a few hands but generally focused. He cracks his neck, stretches out his shoulders, just getting loose on the way down. He gets in the ring, tests out the ropes a bit, and stands in the corner waiting for the opponent.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next... STRYKER CLOUD AND XANDER STRIFE!!!
The arena lights fade to a light hue of blue as "True Blue" by ZONE begins playing over the BlazenTron. The crowd cheers loudly as Stryker Cloud slowly rises up from the center of the stage while smoke consumes him. Once he has risen, Cloud folds his hands and bows traditional Japanese style, causing two large pillars of flame to surround him. As the crowd cheers, Stryker Cloud slowly walks up the ring steps and bows again in the center of the ring. His tag team partner, Xander Strife, follows close behind.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing next... LENARD THE MIME!!!
Lenard the Mime walks out to the ring to odd sounding, French inspired music. He stops halfway down the ramp to mime pulling something heavy by an invisible rope (we think), then rolls into the ring where he mimes some more, much to the horror of his fellow competitors.
Scott Benjamin: And finally... CAMISADO!!!
"Composure" by August Burns Red starts to play as the members of the match all await the last competitor in the bout. The lights flash as the fans wait for Camisado to make his way to the ring after a brief absence. After a few moments however, no one comes out. The music stops as the cameras switch to the backstage area near the dressing rooms as we see Camisado laying on the ground knocked-out cold. A few stagehands are checking on him as he's unresponsive and no sign of an attacker around.
Everyone in the ring looks at each other wonder which one of them did it but all just shrug it off as we start the match!
DING!
Everybody in the ring starts brawling with one another. Simon Kalis, the new PWA Intercontinental Champion, stands up in the crowd.
TNS: What are you doing?
Simon Kalis: Be right back, I got some business to take care of.
Simon then leaps the barricade and rolls into the ring!
Nick Webb: What the hell is Simon Kalis doing? He's not in this match!
That question is answered quickly as Simon reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun! He puts it up in the air as everyone in the battle royal stops.
Simon Kalis: GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS RING OR IM'A SHOOT YOUR ASS! MOVE!
Everybody in the ring, knowing Simon's reputation, immediately take his sage advice and leap over the rope to the floor, escaping the crazed former World Champion. Unfortunately, one of the men who ran the fastest was Simon's agent, Jeremy Gold, screaming "WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST!" before shoving everyone out of the way and hopping out of the ring.
Simon Kalis: Jeremy, you fucking idiot! YOU weren't supposed to run! God DAMMIT.
Simon shakes his head and rolls out of the ring, his efforts clearly for naught, as the referees review the footage and tell Scott Benjamin their call.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, the last legal superstar to have their feet touch the floor, your winner, and Mr. MONEY IN THE BANK... STAR DIAMOND!!!
"That's Entertainment" by Powerman 5000 starts playing as the referee hands Star Diamond the Money in the Bank briefcase. Moments later, Andy Sensation, his twin brother, walks up and yanks the briefcase out of his hands.
Andy Sensation: I'M Star, you idiot!
Star Diamond: Back off!
The two brothers struggle over the briefcase for a moment before the man originally designated as Star finally rips it free. Andy (at least, we THINK it's Andy) shakes his head in frustration as the two brothers head up the ramp.
Alex Wilkie: That was the stupidest thing I've ever seen. And I'm working for a company that once crowned Adriana Garcia World Champion.
Rayne: Would you mess with Simon Kalis?
Nick Webb: I would have ran too!
He Really Doesn't Have a Way With Anybody
The camera shifts backstage to BWF C.E.O. David Blazenwing's office. We see Blazenwing himself sitting behind a gigantic oak desk; to his right, Johnny Maverick, his Executive Assistant, is sitting, cane in hand, exchanging flirtatious glances with Emily Corlen on the other side of the room. Behind Emily, David's girlfriend Katie is watching, eyeing Johnny without saying a word.
Emily Corlen: Dave, are you sure we're okay?
David Blazenwing: It's alright, Em. Really. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was mad, but I'll get another title shot. Maybe for the PWA WORLD Title this time.
Emily smiles to herself, glad that the situation stemming from the previous night's PWA Rampage has resolved itself. Suddenly, three knocks break the silence within the office, alerting the three of them. They stare at the door in wonderment before there's a response.
??: Um, I really need to talk to Monsieur Blazenwing. It's important...
The voice is none other than Xaria Linette's.
DB motions to Emily, who walks over to the door and opens it. Xaria steps inside, but Emily refuses to move, the two women coming nose to nose for a moment before Emily smirks and steps out of her way. Xaria approaches Blazenwing's desk and the four individuals in the room all turn their attention to the Rainbow Angel. She seems to be put on the spot, looking at the individuals and nodding at each of them. Although she's not too keen about Emily... Xaria shakes it off and looks straight at DB.
Xaria Linette: Bonjour monsieur. I... have a few things to discuss with you. They're very important and I'd like to go over them thoroughly just to make sure I'm not missing a beat or two.
David Blazenwing: Of course, Miss Linette. What would you like to discuss?
Xaria Linette: Okay. Well, um...
She starts to notice some of the looks the others give her. She blinks and looks back at them for a moment.
Xaria Linette: ...what? Is there something on my face, monsieurs and madames?
Johnny thinks to say something for a moment, but opts to keep his mouth shut. A cursory glance at Emily causes both of them to bust out laughing for a few short moments. Katie, meanwhile, just seems transfixed on Xaria.
David Blazenwing: Uh, don't mind them. They're harmless. And to be honest, probably running on very little sleep. Jet lag and all that. So, anyways, what did you need, Miss Linette?
Xaria Linette: Right, okay... well... I-I wanted to talk to you about Monsieur Gabe. He... he's been going through a lot of stress and I'm worried about him. Ever since the Cowgirls from Heck desecrated his BWF World championship title, he's been... rather defeated, and no matter how hard I try to cheer him and make him smile, he won't do it. He doesn't want to get better...
She lightly toe-kicks at the carpet beneath them, shy yet scared. She doesn't exactly feel comfortable with three other individuals listening and watching; she wished that this was a more private conversation, but...
Xaria Linette: ...I don't want to lose him... a-as an ami... a friend. I'm scared that he's going to face his downfall and end up destroying himself... I-I don't want that to happen. I'm doing everything I can to help him, and yet... yet...
The Rainbow Angel lowers her head and sniffles. She's trying her best to keep her emotions in check, but they want to pour out. She saw what happened earlier in the show; the surrender of the BWF World championship title... it tore her up, angered and upset her. Tears were even starting to fall down her face. Meanwhile, Blazenwing's eyes fall to the BWF World Championship now lying on his desk, the cFh logo still spray-painted across the faceplate, before looking back to Xaria.
David Blazenwing: Look, Xaria... I don't know what to tell you. I was trying to get Gabe motivated, not make him crack! There was a time when something like this would have pushed him to kick ass and take names... and now, I don't know. Maybe... maybe we just need to consider the possibility that the "heart of the BWF" has suffered cardiac arrest.
Blazenwing shakes his head solemnly, apparently already resigned to the fact that Gabe Shelley has, in fact, taken his ball and gone home.
Xaria Linette: ...I... I...
She contemplates DB's words and takes them into consideration. She takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, closes her eyes and suddenly... hums a little melody. For a long moment, she does this-- the four individuals watching her with awe, confusion or just plain apathy. She continues to do this for an entire minute, and before anyone says anything, she suddenly opens her eyes and shakes her head.
Xaria Linette: No. I REFUSE to give up on Monsieur Gabe. He is my friend, mon ami, and I will not surrender! He... he may be in the darkness, but I will be the light that shines his way out. I'm not... I'm not one to just give up... that's not like me at all, monsieur. If you're truly his mellieur ami, his best friend, then you won't give up on him either. We... we can bring him back! We can make him feel alive again... even if it takes the rest of our lives to do it!
Dave starts to respond, but before he can, Katie takes a step forward.
Katie James: Xaria, was it? Um, look. Gabe's a nice guy and all, but he hasn't exactly been a shining example of a World Champion since Dave re-signed him. I mean, Dave had to BRIBE him with a free World Title just to get him to even consider coming back, yet we're supposed to believe that he "loves BWF so much"? I dated Gabe for... well, a long time, a few years ago. He was very close to me, but this "new" Gabe? Honestly, he's not worth saving. I'd take the old Gabe back anyday. At least he had testicles!
Xaria Linette: H-hey! What gives? You have no right to insult him when he's going through a series of problems!
The Rainbow Angel doesn't appreciate Katie's words at all, shaking her head and clenching her fists. It was clear that she was emotionally driven right now.
Xaria Linette: Just because you're his ex-girlfriend like I am doesn't mean that you should treat him like crap! If you truly cared about him, you wouldn't be saying such terrible things! Gabriel is still ALIVE in the darkness, waiting to be saved! He needs our help and I will NOT run away from his cries for assistance. Only a coward would run away... and I am no coward, madame!
David shakes his head.
David Blazenwing: Alive in the... do you actually HEAR yourself speaking? The Gabe I ran with back in the day wasn't some pathetic little emo bitch who sat on his ass and whined until stuff got changed. HE WAS A CHANGER, Xaria! The Gabe who DESERVES to be BWF World Champion is NOT the man who handed this belt to me earlier and walked out of this arena. THAT man is a pathetic shell of a man I USED to call my best friend. As far as I'M concerned, the real Gabe Shelley might as well be dead.
Katie James: And for all we know, you're the reason he changed into this! He was still a man when WE broke up!
Katie closes in on Xaria; the two stand eye to eye as Katie narrows hers.
Katie James: What did you DO to fuck up my ex-boyfriend? Huh? Huh?! HUH!?
Xaria Linette: W-what? H-how dare you! Don't you DARE put his problems on me, you little chienne! (Bitch!)
The Rainbow Angel looks about ready to slap Katie James in the face, but as she raises her right hand, she stops just a few inches away from her face, draws her hand away and shakes her head.
Xaria Linette: No... you're not worth getting angry over. Monsieur Emilio says that I have nothing to fear from the likes of you. You cannot destroy what is always reborn by the flames of the angelic phoenix. I hope you know that Monsieur Lenny is laughing so freaking HARD at your incompetence.
She's quick to turn to Dave, glowering.
Xaria Linette: And you! How dare you betray your own best friend like that! You have no heart, no soul, nothing. You're nothing but a... yeah, what Darius said! A fruity little COWARD!
Emily cocks her head at Dave, confused.
Emily Corlen: Who the hell are Emilio, Lenny and Darius? The Three Stooges?
Johnny Maverick covers his mouth to catch himself from laughing as Blazenwing stands up, incensed.
David Blazenwing: A coward, Miss Linette? The coward is the man who turned his back on this company and walked out at the start of Honor Bound instead of performing for these fans who paid to see him. NOT ME.
David groans for a moment, contemplating saying more, but takes a deep breath.
David Blazenwing: You're dismissed, Miss Linette. Now be a good little French girl and... fucking run away or whatever it is you people do.
Xaria Linette: ...pardon? Run away? Run away? You hypocritical son of a...
And instead of finishing that sentence and using an English curse word, the Rainbow Angel dares to defy the rules and SLAP Dave across the face! The crowd lets loose with an audible "ooh" as David's left cheek grows redder by the second, a petite palm print clearly visible. He shakes his head and laughs to himself for a moment, then without missing a beat, rears back and slaps Xaria in response! It's hard enough to slightly reel back, catching herself from falling. She's quick to respond to this, taking a few steps back and then running forward-- leap of faith, a scream of RAGE and a harsh thrust kick to the face-- flooring him! She mounts him now, grabbing him by the hair and slamming his head against the floor several times and just kicking the crap out of him! The fans are going nuts, cheering for their favorite angel! Emily Corlen quickly steps in and hoists Xaria off of Blazenwing, holding her high in the air, refusing to allow her room to squirm.
David Blazenwing: Get her... out of my... office.
Emily moves towards the door, still open from when Xaria entered, and walks outside, dropping Xaria somewhat gently to the ground. Xaria turns and Emily stands in her way.
Emily Corlen: If you know what's good for you... go get ready for your match, cupcake.
Xaria Linette: Hmph! Foolish mortal woman! All of you mortals-- you DARE to insult and trash our mistress?! You shall be PUNISHED--!!
*SLAM!*
The sudden slamming of the C.E.O.'s office door startles Xaria somewhat, interrupting her rant against Blazenwing and co. The Rainbow Angel scoffs and rolls her eyes, turning away... and then suddenly, she punches the door so hard that it creates a medium-sized hole that goes halfway into it. She shows no remorse, punching it again until she literally breaks all the way through. Staring at them through the hole, she screams.
Xaria Linette: Je VOUS OBTIENDRAI CHIENNES UN AUTRE JOUR! (I'LL GET YOU BITCHES ANOTHER DAY!)
And with that said and done, she turns and marches off, prepared to obliterate Project X if possible. Back inside the office, Johnny is looking at the hole Xaria left.
Johnny Maverick: So, she knows that this isn't YOUR door, right?
David Blazenwing: Fuck if I know. Crazy bitch. God, I haven't hired anybody that nuts since... well, since Alexis Sykes.
Emily Corlen: She's certainly a spunky little cunt, isn't she?
Katie James: Nice ass though.
Johnny, David and Emily all turn their attention to Katie as the crowd cheers. Katie just shrugs.
Katie James: Like you didn't notice it.
David rolls his eyes as the camera shifts back to ringside.
The Opportunity
In the arena the lights took on a green hue and "Better Off Dead" by Death From Above 1979 cued up. We cut to the stage where the BWF United States Champion, Finale came out arm in arm with Ramona Holiday. Ramona is wearing a long flowing dress and no shoes while Finale is dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, neither dressed for competition. They reach the ring and Finale enters before sitting on the second rope for Ramona. He then takes hold of a microphone.
Finale: "So tonight I promised Howl that he would get his response on the whole 'contract' debacle. It's been plaguing me since I came to BWF and frankly has soured my recent success to some degree. Howl was my mentor, my trainer. His career is in my hands and that has casted a black cloud over my focus for the last few weeks. I needed it to be done, so I spoke to David Blazenwing last week before making him scream in agony and a few moments ago, he gave me an answer."
The crowd buzzes in anticipation at Finale's pause. Ramona is sauntering around the ring, gazing at the fans as she travels.
Finale: "Come on out here old-timer, let's get this over with."
There is a few moments silence and then "When The Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin cues up. Howl comes walking down to the ring, looking more scraggily and worn than ever. He enters the ring and comes face to face with Finale before accepting a microphone.
Howl: "What's the deal?"
Finale stares at Howl for a moment, reading his expression.
Finale: "Howl you have a contract..."
The crowd erupts, happy to see the three now officially reunited.
Finale: "...if you win tonight. You see Blazenwing didn't see fit to just GIVE you a contract, he wanted to make you earn it. I guess that's my fault, after nearly crippling him last week. Anywhoo, your opponent has a contract on the line to. The winner gets signed Howl and it's going down right now. Don't have a heart attack."
At that instant Finale flees the ring and Ramona rips off her dress to reveal custom wrestling attire beneath. She charges Howl and the bell rings.
WINNER GETS A BWF CONTRACT
Howl vs. Ramona Holiday
DING!
Holiday blindsides Howl with a forearm smash and backs him into a corner with fluid kicks and palm strikes. After working his mid-section with a rapid succession of kicks, Holiday catches Howl in the nose with a palm strike. The veteran staggers forward and she takes him down with a drop toe hold. Holiday then runs and boots Howl in the back of the head as he rises to all fours. Shaken, Howl looks around for his opponent but Holiday is on the move again. She hits the ropes and greets him with a basement dropkick to the face.
Alex Wilkie: Finale's girl has moves!
Howl gets to his feet and sees Finale laughing at ringside. He then turns around right into a dropsault from Holiday. He falls back into the ropes for only a second before Holiday takes him over onto the apron with a wheel kick. With a great amount of grace and agility, Holiday climbs to the top rope and as Howl stands, she comes off and takes him off of the apron with a missile dropkick. Howl eats mat on the outside and Holiday has all the momentum. He stands and Holiday charges, flipping over the top rope with a suicide plancha, taking Howl down on the outside.
Rayne: Yes, she does! Hey Ramona, if you want to do that again, I'll volunteer to be under you! HA!
The two then get to their feet as Finale looks on and Holiday strikes first. She boots Howl in the gut but he has had enough. He charges and takes Holiday hard into the guard rail with a spear. The veteran wipes a small amount of blood away from his mouth and grabs Holiday. Forgetting that she was once his student, he smacks her head off the steel steps. He then rolls her into the ring and stares at Finale.
Howl: "You wanted this! Remember that!"
He then re-enters the ring and takes hold of her by the hair. He takes her to the corner and smashes her face off of the top rope before he drops her with a brutal lariat. Howl then gets Holiday up and sends her into the ropes. On her return he plants her with a sidewalk slam and pins for a two count. He then gets her back up and shoots her into the ropes but Holiday comes at him with a hurricanranna. Howl tries to counter it into a powerbomb but Holiday rolls him through into a pin.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Here is your winner... RAMONA HOLIDAY!!!
The music doesn't even begin to play as Howl is back up. He takes Holiday down with a brutal lariat and then before Finale can enter the ring, puts her head first into the mat with a hangman's driver. Finale enters and checks on Holiday before turning his attention to Howl.
Finale: "You're a dead man!"
The United States Champion then unleashes on Howl with a clothesline. He mounts the veteran and lays into him with big shots before he takes him over the top rope with another clothesline. Finale then exits the ring and grabs Howl by the hair. He smacks his face off of the ring steps repeatedly before he plants him with the Stripper's Real Name neck first onto the ringside mats. EMT's check on Holiday as Finale gathers a chair. He looks like a man possessed as he out stretches Howl's arm and then bashes it with a chair, over and over! The crowd watches in horror as Finale smashes Howl's arm over a dozen times. He then does away with the chair and locks in the Tiger Blood. Howl screams in pain as his arm is severely broken and only getting worse. His scream is horrifying and it continues until security breaks it up.
Nick Webb: OH MY GOD! Shades of Cody Clark as Howl's arm was just very clearly broken! Ugh!
As security drags him away, Finale taunts Howl. The veteran slowly gets up to his knees, holding his arm and looking seriously injured. Finale, rage in his eyes, breaks free from security and charges. He hits Howl with a hard knee to the head, sandwiching it against the ring barrier. The veteran falls to the ground out cold, with his arm resting at a very awkward angle. Finale is dragged up the ramp as the crowd is silent.
Another victim?
Near the backstage first aid station, we see former BWF Champion Stryker Cloud laid out with an ice pack over his face. One of the EMT's opens the door and see the fallen Cloud and calls for some help. They remove the ice pack and Cloud has a scratch on his cheek from some sort of attack. He lays on the ground as the EMT tries to wake him and he just grumbles as he's groggy.
INTERFEDERATION CHALLENGE MATCH
Xaria Linette (BWF) vs. Project X (Victory Wrestling)
Nick Webb: Great news! Take a look!
The camera pans around the announcer's table, which has mysteriously reappeared.
Rayne: Guess they had an extra one just lying around in the back? Sure was nice of them to set it up for us! I HATE it when people break our announcer's table.
Alex Wilkie: Hey, uh, you guys okay if I go take a leak?
Nick Webb: Uh...
Alex Wilkie: Awesome sauce. Let me know what happens, k?
Alex slaps Nick on the back, then tosses his headset onto the table and hops the barricade behind him as the bell rings.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it is an Interfederation Challenge Match! Introducing first, he hails from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 310 pounds... representing Victory Wrestling... he is PROJECT X!!!
"Hysteria" by Muse blasts out over the speakers, and the crowd wait in anticipation. The lights dim and red and white spot lights hit the ramp in the darkness and dance about, setting the stage. As the music reaches its peak, the giant, Project X strides out on stage and looks solemnly at the crowd. He marches towards the ring, completely focused on the task at hand.
Scott Benjamin: And his opponent, she hails from Charlotte, North Carolina by way of Paris, France... weighing in tonight at 117 pounds... representing the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation (big pop)... she is the Rainbow Angel... she is XARIA LINETTE!!!
The lights dim down until it's completely dark. Suddenly, "Send Me An Angel" by Real Life plays from the PA system and a pink spotlight shines onto the entrance stage. Different colored lights began to roam around the arena as the cheering fans await their favorite angel.
Do you believe in heaven above?
Do you believe in love?
Don't tell a lie, don't be false or untrue
It all comes back to you...
At the line "Open fire", multiple colors of pyro shoot off from four sides of the stage and soon Xaria Linette makes her presence known. The fans are going insanely wild as she wanders down the ramp and tags a few hands along the way.
If a girl walks in and draws her name in my heart
I'll turn and run away
Every day, we've all been led astray
It's hard to be lucky in love...
Xaria stops before the ring, reaches up for her rainbow hat and tosses it out into the eager crowd. She circled around the ring, tagging more hands and pausing for photo opportunities, and soon returned to the spot she was before. Hopping up on the ring apron, she grabbed the top rope and flipped over it with ease, moving to the center of the ring and spinning right into a cute pose. The fans were cheering her on, chanting her name as loud as they can.
Send me an angel
Send me an angel
Right now, right now!
Xaria begins to remove her jacket, her rainbow earrings and necklace. Setting them at her corner of the ring, she makes her way back to the center and toe-kicks the mat twice before clapping twice. This receives a motioning echo from her fans, whom she smiles upon and allows for more photo shooting.
DING!
Both wrestlers charge each other off the bat and Project X lands a clothesline that sends Xaria Linette to the canvas. Linette gets to her feet gingerly and Project X comes charging again, big boot! Xaria goes down to the mat for a second time early on. PX mounts Linette and begins sending right hands to Linette's face. Project X lands several rights and lifts Linette to her feet. Irish whip, spine buster! Xaria Linette is planted in the center of the ring and Project X is dominating from the start of this match. PX grabs Linette by the head and begins to bring her to her feet. Linette is on one knee and lands a right hand to PX's abdomen, and second, and a third. Linette is on her feet and begins sending rights to his face and Project X begins stumbling backwards against the ropes. Linette runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes, sidewalk slam by Project X stops her comeback cold. PX doesn't let Linette even get a chance to breathe as he begins laying in stomps to her torso.
Rayne: Xaria not doing much against the big Project X here in this match, doubtful if she will. But for the sake of the BWF, I hope she can.
Nick Webb: Both are extremely good athletes, despite the obvious size advantage Project X has over Xaria; I look for this to be a great match.
Rayne: You'll see that when Arnold Hawk does.
Linette is brought to her feet again and is taken to the corner where Project X drives his shoulder into her ribs. Linette is being bulldozed early on in this match. PX whips Linette across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle, no. Linette somehow reverses the Irish Whip and Project X hits the turnbuckle hard. Xaria charges and lands a running splash on Project X, before backing away from the corner and looks physically exhausted. Linette is walking gingerly in the ring. She takes Project X out of the corner and plants him in the center of the ring with a big DDT!
Nick Webb: That may be the opening Xaria Linette needed!
Project X is down in the center of the ring and Xaria Linette goes to the ring apron to set up for a springboard move. Linette stands on the ring apron and the BWF fans begin to cheer her on and she plays to their cheers by telling them to be louder. Project X gets to his feet, Linette jumps and hits the ropes, crossbody block! No! Project X has caught Xaria Linette in mid-air. Fall away slam!
Rayne: That opening... was just firmly shut in Xaria's face.
Nick Webb: The match is far from over Rob, you never know what can happen.
Rayne: It ain't Christmas, so don't expect any warm and fuzzy miracle moments.
Linette hit the mat with authority after that fall away slam by Project X. Linette gets to her feet and Project X grabs her and whips Linette across the ring. Off the rebound, back body drop by PX puts Linette back down. PX begins to stomp her torso again, however, this time Linette rolls out of the way and out of the ring. The referee begins the count. Linette regains her bearings on the outside of the ring as Project X waits with anticipation in the ring. Xaria rolls into the ring at a count of five and Project X charges. Big clothesline
No!
Linette ducks under, runs, and bounces off the ropes at the other side of the ring, leaping elbow sends Project X down. Linette runs against the ropes again and lands a standing moonsault on the prone Project X. Linette heads to the top rope now. The BWF fans get loud at the sight of Xaria Linette on the top rope. Linette gets on the top turnbuckle, leaping off with a senton. Project X rolls out of the way! PX gets to his feet, scoops Linette off the mat, release German suplex!
Rayne: Still asking Santa for that miracle?
Nick Webb: This match is very far from being over.
Project X smells even more blood in the water as Xaria Linette holds her neck after taking that German suplex. PX scoops Linette off the mat and shoots a couple of rights to her face and then whips her into the ropes. Off the rebound Project X grabs her, belly-to-belly suplex sends Xaria Linette across the ring. Linette crawls over to the ropes, grabs the second rope and begins to get herself to her feet. Xaria shakes the cobwebs and Project X whips her across the ring again, no, Xaria reverses it. No again! PX uses his strength and prevents Xaria from reversing the Irish Whip and sends Linette into the ropes. PX goes for a clothesline, but Xaria ducks underneath and hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Project X turns around and off the rebound
Rain BOOM!
Nick Webb: What a counter from Xaria there!
Rayne: Every time I count her out, she proves me wrong.
Nick Webb: Admitting you are wrong?
Rayne: Did I say wrong? I meant she makes me rethink certain strategies.
Nick Webb: Xaria with a cover.
One...
Two...
PX gets his shoulder up!
The crowd is going wild, the Victory fans are cheering for Project X, the BWF fans are yelling for Xaria, and fans of wrestling in general are just on their freaking feet with love here. Xaria locks in a figure four leglock, doing her best to wear the big man's base of operations down here. PX rolls over, crawling for the bottom rrope and reaching it to break the hold. Xaria releases the submission and waits as PX gets up, tripping him down and locking on an ankle lock to the right leg, the same one that received most of the pressure and pain from the figure four leglock moments ago. PX begins his slow crawl to the opposite side of the ring, the straightest and most sure line of sight and much easier than trying to turn this hold. PX kicks out backwards with his left foot, Xaria catching the foot under her arm as she releases the ankle lock temporarily to grab the offered prize. Xaria locks the ankle back up again, PX gritting his teeth and pulling them both along the ring to the ropes.
Nick Webb: Xaria going for a submission here.
Rayne: I think she might be doing this more to wear him down, keep him off his feet to try and equal out his size advantage.
Nick Webb: Rayne with strategy knowledge?
Rayne: Hey, it happens.
PX reaches the ropes, the referee giving the mandatory five count, but Xaria releases the hold immediately bending over PX, to slam her knee into his face. PX shoves her back, but she rebounds off the ropes driving her knee right into his face rocking his head backwards on his neck. PX continues shoving upwards though, on his knees. Xaria off the ropes, ducking under the clothesline, springboard back fist rocks PX on his feet and coupled with the now hurting right leg stumbles back. Xaria hits the canvas sweeping PX's feet out from under him and he slams heavily on the canvas. Xaria off the ropes leaping over PX, springboard lionsault onto PX; leg hook and the cover.
One...
Two...
Project X throws his shoulder up keeping himself alive here. Xaria off the ropes again, playing to the crowd before delivering a springboard twisting in mid-air leg drop onto PX's throat.
Nick Webb: Xaria is on fire here now!
Rayne: Once she listened to me, she got better.
PX, thanks to his early domination of the match isn't as exhausted as Xaria, but his leg is obviously weakened from the leglock and anklelock. PX shoves up to his feet. Xaria with a running start leaping onto PX's shoulders for a hurricanrana attempt.
Sit-out powerbomb!
One...
Two...
Xaria with a shoulder up.
Nick Webb: What a counter!
Rayne: Simply devastating.
Project X walks slowly over to Xaria and brings her to her feet. Xaria attempts to land a right to the face of PX, PX ducks, full nelson, Dragon suplex! Xaria Linette lands on her head. Project X is rolling right again. PX wants to end this match now, he brings Xaria over to the turnbuckle and slams her head into it once and then slouches Xaria on the turnbuckle. Project X is setting up for a top rope fireman's carry slam! Xaria is on Project X's shoulders,
Fireman's Carry Slam!
No!
Linette slides off Project X's shoulders and lands a neckbreaker in the middle of the ring. Xaria runs at the ropes and lands a leg drop on PX. Linette brings PX to his feet and shoots several rights to the face, pushing Project X against the ropes. Linette grabs his hand, whips him across the ring, drop toehold. PX hits the mat face first and Linette hops up to the second rope, another leg drop! Xaria goes to the ring apron again and waits for PX to get onto his feet. Xaria tells the BWF fans to get loud, and they do. Project X gets to his feet, Xaria Linette hops onto the ropes, springboard split legged moonsault!
Nick Webb: Linette lands a springboard moonsault onto Project X!
Rayne: And she then quickly follows it up with a reverse DDT!
Linette is on a roll right now and heads up to the top turnbuckle.
BEST!
High Angle Senton Bomb!
Rayne: Why isn't she covering?!
Nick Webb: Not sure.
Xaria lands it, but no cover? Linette signals for PX to get to his feet, and the BWF fans are blowing the Victory fans out of the building with the amount of noise they're making. PX uses the ropes to get to his vertical base. Xaria Linette sends a boot to the gut, sets up for a fameasser! No! Project X reverses and sends Linette over the top rope and to the floor outside. The referee begins the count and Project X heads to the outside as well. PX lifts Linette off of the floor and Linette shoots several quick rights and lefts to his abdomen that make Project X stumble backwards a few steps. Linette lands a quick DDT on the outside and Project X is down! Linette gets up off the floor and lifts Project X to his feet and then rolls him onto the announce table. Xaria Linette lands several right hands to the face before hopping up onto the ring apron again.
Rayne: What is Xaria going to do here?
Nick Webb: They need to watch the ten count here.
Rayne: The count is up to four here.
The referee's count is at five. Xaria Linette off the ropes... Springboard moonsault! onto the prone Project X! The table doesn't shatter and the crowd oohs audibly!
Rayne: A TABLE THAT DOESN'T BREAK! THANK YOU GOD!
Nick Webb: I'll bet that makes it hurt more. Oh does that ever hurt.
Linette is exhausted, both men appear physically spent. The referee is at a count of seven. The table now collapses. Referee's count is at eight and Xaria tries to crawl to the ring. She grabs the ring apron and tries to pull herself into the ring...
Nick Webb: Xaria stops the count by rolling in under the bottom rope just as the referee was fixing to throw up the ten!
Rayne: How close was that?!
PX gets up on the outside, his back to the ring shaking his head to clear it of the cobwebs. Xaria hits the ropes launching herself out of the ring just as PX turns around.
Caught!
But PX isn't ready for the momentum; Xaria pushes on through using the momentum to spin them both around.
Tornado DDT onto the broken table!
Nick Webb: No table here, but we are still sitting here calling this intense interpromotional matchup.
Rayne: I'm going to talk to Dave about hazard pay as soon as this night is over.
Xaria gets up, scratched a bit from the interaction with the table before stumbling first to and rolling into the ring. The count is broken again, but here comes Project X to roll into the ring as well, Xaria in the corner trying to catch her breath. PX up to one knee and here comes Xaria out of the corner. Spring to the middle rope, roundhouse knee to PX's face off his knee rocks him into the ropes quickly. PX falls forward right into a facebuster from Xaria and she is on a roll here. Xaria off the ropes, baseball slide into the side of his skull.
Rayne: Saaaaaaafe!
Nick Webb: You are hopeless.
Xaria rolls PX over.
One...
Two...
PX too close to the ropes gets his leg there and breaks the count. Xaria with a leg drop across his throat before pulling him up to his feet. Xaria with an Irish whip, PX counters with a knee into her midsection. PX lifts her up for The Probe!
Nick Webb: The Probe!
Rayne: Told you!
Xaria counters with Super Blinding Colors (Facebreaker DDT)! Xaria makes the cover!
One...
Two...
Three!
Rayne: See, I told you.
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: The winner of the match, representing the Blazenwing Wrestling Federation... XARIA LINETTE!!!
Nick Webb: Told me WHAT? You were practically stuck up Project X's ass for this whole match!
Rayne: Nuh uh.
Nick Webb: Uh huh!
Rayne: WAS NOT!
Nick Webb: WAS TOO!
Alex Wilkie hops over the barricade and flops back down into his seat, putting on his headset.
Alex Wilkie: Hey guys, what did I miss?
Nick Webb: Rayne: SHUT UP!
Alex Wilkie: Alright, then. Excuuuuuuuse me, princesses.
Better Red than Dead
We find ourselves backstage where one of the crew is working on light displays for the next three nights of Honor Bound. He turns down a dark corridor.
Crewman: "Hey, Hank? Do you know what happened to the lights? Hank?"
There is silence. The crew member turns and is face to face with...well... a large, white face, dripping with what appears to be blood.
??: "Boo." says the mysterious figure before he spits a mist of blood in the crew member's face. HE looks directly at the camera.
??: "Better Red than Dead." he says before we fade to black, ominous laughter echoing throughout the backstage area.
AoWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Meghan Nash Strader vs. Vicious (C)
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the AoWF Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger...
"Unchained" by Van Halen begins to play as the houselights slowly dim. At the twelve second mark lights begin to flicker as the beat and rhythm of the song begin to become louder.
~Alright!
Haaa-ha-ha-ha!
You say, I cannot get there from here, baby
Then I don't care where I'm goin'~
Scott Benjamin: She hails from London, Ontario, Canada...
The BlazenTron lights up with the chrome 'S' emblem and explodes into shots of MNS, smacking the taste out Shadow Starr's mouth with a kick to the jaw, stepping on Ai Mei's skull, pinning Corey Lazarus one two three and the last shot of her being her holding one half of the PWA Tag Team Titles. Her name flashes on the screen, and a small amounts of pyro's shoot off as MNS steps out from behind the curtain followed by her sister and tag partner Tamika Nash Strader. They proudly wear their BWF Tag team titles.
~Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address
Non-stop talker, what a rocker
Blue-eyed murder in a size five dress~
Scott Benjamin: Weighing in tonight at 145 pounds... representing the BWF for the AoWF Television title...
~Change, nothin' stays the same
Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'
Change, ain't nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'~
Meghan stops and waves at the crowd as she shifts her hips to the right side. She makes her way down to ringside followed by her baby sister Tamika Strader.
Scott Benjamin: She is currently one half of the BWF Tag Team Champions... She is MEGHAN NASH STRADER!!!
~I know, I don't ask for permission
This is my chance to fly
Maybe enough ain't enough for you
But it's my turn at a try~
Meghan smacks the hands of a few fans.
~ Thought you'd never miss me till I got a fat city address
Non-stop talker, what a rocker
Blue-eyed murder in a size five dress ~
Meghan stops halfway down, looks side to side, raises up her arms and the entire stage explodes in gold and silver pyrotechnics as a wide grin comes across Meghan's face.
~Change, nothin' stays the same
Unchained, and ya hit the ground runnin'
Change, ain't nothin' stays the same
Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground runnin'~
At that Meghan turns it into a stride and slides under the bottom rope into the ring and jumps up to the top turnbuckle as she raises her fist in the air. She steps down, and awaits her opponent.
Scott Benjamin: And her opponent...
The house lights dim as "Passve" from APC kicks up over the arena. The fans enter their strongest mix of admiration and hate as Vicious steps out from backstage, dressed to wrestle and wearing black sunglasses. A new addition to his attire is a shiny, delicious looking AoWF Televison title thrown over his right shoulder followed by his manager Dead-End.
Scott Benjamin: Hailing from Chicago, Illinois...
He makes his way down to the ring, takes off the shades and tosses them into the crowd.
Scott Benjamin: He stands six feet one inch and weighs two hundred and thirty pounds... he is the AoWF Television Champion... VICIOUS!!!
Silently, he moves to his corner and waits...
Rayne: Just been informed that we are being replaced by Scott Nash Strader and Simon Kalis.
Nick Webb: Fine but we are going to their table for the time being.
Alex Wilkie: Dammit, I just sat back down!
DING!
The bell rings and the two competitors circle each other, cautious about making the first move. Vicious and Strader then hook up in a classic collar and elbow tie up, but before Vicious can take advantage, Strader drives her knee into Vicious' gut and then hip tosses him to the canvas. Strader reaches down, but Vicious jabs her in the throat with his fingers. As Strader backs up, clutching her throat, Vicious stands and goes for a clothesline. Strader ducks, and drop toe holds Vicious down. Strader then drives an elbow into Vicious' back, and pulls him up by the little hair he has. Vicious lifts his arms between Strader's and breaks his hold. Vicious then hits three hard punches and scoop slams Strader down.
Simon Kalis: Your daughter is taking a beating.
Scott Nash Strader: Its ok, she'll get going. Just watch.
Vicious then picks up Strader and whips her into the corner. Vicious moves in, but Strader kicks at Vicious, causing him to back up. Strader then lunges forward and hits a clothesline on Vicious, sending him hard to the mat. Turning, Strader grabs Vicious' legs and tosses her over in a sunset flip. Vicious collides with the ropes, springing him backwards. Sensing Meghancoming back at him, Vicious rolls quickly out to the other side of the ring. Strader follows, but Vicious reaches in and pulls her feet out from under her. Strader falls hard.
Scott Nash Strader: Come on babygirl! Show em why you are the best! Don't take this crap.
Vicious jumps on the apron, ready to get back in when Strader nips up, and sidekicks Vicious off the edge of the ring. Vicious tumbles, rolling onto the steel ramp leading up to the stage. Strader jumps out of the ring, and begins shoveling out left and rights to Vicious' head. She goes for another shot, but Vicious drop kicks Strader back against the ring. Vicious then grabs Strader and pulls her over to the steel steps, and slams her face down onto them. In pain, Strader stumbles backwards and Vicious hits a strong knife edge chop. Eyes wide in pain, Strader tries to deflect Vicious' next assault, but Trevor Knight is on a roll. Vicious delivers another hard shot, and as Strader reels, Vicious grabs her by the hair and swings her head into the ring post.
Simon Kalis: Fuck, I gotta use that sometime nigga!!
Scott Nash Strader: I'll do that for you sometime.
Vicious grabs Strader by the hair and pulls her close, hooking his arm over Strader, Vicious tries to lift her up to suplex her onto the steel ramp. Strader, however, reverses the hold and delivers a devastating suplex on Vicious. Right against the ring. Vicious' back collides with the edge of the ring and he falls to the matted concrete floor hard.
Scott Nash Strader: You can't teach that Simon, that right there is a fine young wrestler in my daughter.
Simon Kalis: Yeah I heard about Virus and your daughter...
Scott Nash Strader: ...... Yeah don't remind, it's bad enough he's right behind us watching the match.
The camera pans behind the announce desk to indeed show PWA World Heavyweight Champion Virus, who just smirks at Scott. Meanwhile back in the ring Strader grabs Vicious and tosses his limp form back into the ring. Strader then climbs quickly to the top turn buckle and jumps, coming down onto Vicious with a huge elbow. Strader scrambles over Vicious for the cover...
1
2
Kick out!
Simon Kalis: This Vicious guy is a tough son of a bitch, he should sign with the BWF!
Strader stands, pulling Vicious up. Strader hooks Vicious and lifts him for another suplex, but Vicious wiggles out and lands on his feet behind Strader. Vicious grabs her by the head and slams her to the mat with a reverse neck breaker! Vicious smacks his elbow slams it hard down into Strader's stomach. Gasping, Strader tries to roll away, but Vicious repeatedly kicks Strader in the side, following her to the ropes. Strader grabs the ropes and uses them for leverage and kicks Vicious in the gut, pushing him back. With only a moments chance to recoup, Strader pulls herself to her feet, turns and as Vicious rushes in, she pulls the ropes down and Vicious tumbles outside.
Scott Nash Strader: Making the veteran look the fool so far.
Simon Kalis: Vicious looks hurt homie. Look at the weirdo manager of his all wide eyed and shizzle!
Vicious holds his arm, wincing in pain. Strader jumps outside to do more damage. As she lands on the floor, Dead-End shouts at him and she flips him off. Vicious suddenly stands, his arm not hurt at all and punches Strader hard, sending her backwards. Vicious moves in, ready to do more damage, but Strader is ready. Strader lifts Vicious up and tries to bash her face on the protective barrier but Vicious grabs the barrier, and then bashes Strader's face into it. As she staggers back Vicious kicks Strader in the stomach and she buckles over. Vicious suplexes Strader onto the barrier. Strader's back arches and she falls onto his shoulders in the ringside area. Vicious grabs Strader and tosses her into the ring. Vicious moves in and picks her up and he whips her into the ropes and, on the way back, catches her in a belly-to-belly suplex. Vicious goes for the pin.
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2
Kick out!
Simon Kalis: Tamika wouldn't let this happen to her!
Vicious picks her up but Strader elbows him in the stomach. As Vicious buckles over Strader lifts him up and sidewalk slams him. She holds his leg and locks him in an ankle hold. Vicious flails his arms around trying to get a rope but he can't. He kicks Strader in the face, suddenly, dropping her to the mat. Vicious picks her up and sets her up for a Russian leg sweep. Strader elbows him in the side, turns around and takes Vicious down with a reverse Russian leg sweep. Vicious is up on his knees in a flash holding his face. Strader gets in front of Vicious and starts hammering his face with elbows of fury. Vicious falls onto his back. Strader runs into the corner and climbs up top. She does a frog splash, but Vicious gets his knees up and Strader bounces off him, holding her stomach.
Scott Nash Strader: That was dumb! Come on Meghan make sure he's down next time for fuck sakes.
Vicious gets up and picks Strader up. He whips Strader into the corner. Vicious runs up in front of her and sets her up on top. Vicious brings Meghan down with a superplex. Vicious rolls over and makes the cover.
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2
Kick Out!!
Simon Kalis: Meghan wants that title in the BWF, if she didn't well she wouldn't be here. Amirite?
Vicious moves back to the top rope and leaps off with the SEVEN STAR PRESS!
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2
3/kickout!!
Scott Nash Strader: That's it baby! Show em it takes a bullet to put a Strader down!!!! Simon don't even say it.
Simon Kalis: Sure, attack the black guy. Racist.
Scott Nash Strader: Whatever, cradle robber.
Vicious pulls Strader up, but Strader grabs Vicious and pulls him over into a small package pinfall!
1
2
kick out!
Simon Kalis: Tamika did that to me once ---- oh right, sorry Scott!
Vicious gets himself upright as Strader stands and the two collide in a heated war in the center of the ring. Strader tries to arm bar Vicious. Vicious reverses the move and pulls Strader's arm up behind his back. Strader tries to break free, but Vicious just keeps applying pressure. Finally, Strader drops to her knees, forcing Vicious to drop with her. Strader turns her body outward and is able to take some pressure off the arm. Vicious, however, grabs Strader by the throat and pulls her back to his feet. Vicious then knees Strader in the gut, and then swiftly delivers a leg drop to the back of Strader's head; dropping him to the mat. Vicious then picks up Strader and scoops her up into a power slam, but Strader slides down Vicious' back and kicks him in the back of the leg. Vicious stumbles forward, and Strader runs past him, using the ropes she comes back but gets met with a boot to the face! Vicious angrily grabs Strader by the hair, and pulls her back to her feet. Strader however, kicks again, hitting Vicious in the shin. Vicious stumbles back-wards and Strader hits a nice drop kick, and sends Trevor Knight into the ropes.
Scott Nash Strader: Meghan is starting to mount a comeback, and Vicious better watch out!!
Strader presses the attack, by hitting some hard knife-edge chops to Vicious' chest. Strader then whips Vicious across the ring, but it's reversed and it's Strader that hits the ropes. Se bounces off, and comes back only to get caught by Vicious and slammed to the mat with a vicious the AURORA SUPLEX.
Simon Kalis: Fuck now that looked like it fucking hurt nigga!!
Vicious pulls Strader up, but Strader knees Vicious, causing him to kneel over. Strader then violently pounds Vicious with double axe handle to the back, trying to him down into the canvas. Vicious goes down to a knee so Strader pulls back and tries a field goal kick, snapping Vicious' head back. Vicious is whipped into the ropes and Strader catches him in a sleeper hold. Despite his best efforts, Vicious can't seem to make the ropes. Strader squeezes, applying harsh pressure under the chin. Effectively choking Vicious.
Scott Nash Strader: Don't get disqualified!!
Simon Kalis: Yeah that would suck.
Strader lets her body drop, and it pulls Vicious down. Strader pulls and squeezes. The ref checks his arm.
1!
Strader pulls back harder
2!
Vicious shivers in his grasp! Vicious stops his arm, barely. The ref waves it off and orders Strader to break the hold!
Simon Kalis: Vicious is unmoving!
Scott Nash Strader: let go Meghan, its not worth it! Remember the Gold!
Simon Kalis: Looks Vicious is too, he's stirring too!
Vicious turns over, propping himself on his hands and knees. Vicious tries to stand, his knees wobbly when suddenly Strader is there and slams her foot into Vicious' gut!
Scott Nash Strader: Break him down Meghan!!
Simon Kalis: She reminds me of you...
Strader continues to blast Vicious in the kidneys with her foot driving Trevor Knight into the corner. Strader pulls Vicious up, and pushes his arms over the ropes. Strader then jabs at Vicious a few times, keeping him disoriented. Strader then turns and as Vicious stumbles out, and gets hit in the chin with a superkick. Vicious wobbles, and Strader drop kicks Vicious hard, sending him out over the top rope to the floor. Strader jumps out of the ring, she turns, measures Vicious who is trying to stand, and spears him hard. Or so she wanted to, Vicious though, dodges and sends her into the announce table. Strader gasps in pain, grabbing her head. Vicious lets Meghan stand and straight kicks in the stomach. As Strader doubles over, Vicious jumps and delivers a scissor kick on Strader.
Scott Nash Strader: Meghan, get up, you can do it! YOU ARE A STRADER!
Vicious climbs onto the ring apron and then pulls himself up to the top turnbuckle, he turns, measures Strader and jumps! Strader looks up as Vicious comes down and catches Vicious in the midsection with a closed fist. Vicious falls flat on his face. Meghan picks him up and slams the back of his head into the ring post, hard.
Simon Kalis: That's got to be it!
Scott Nash Strader: Vicious' bleeding!
Blood begins to trickle down the back of Vicious' neck, and Strader circles him, looking for another attack. Vicious again tries to stand, and Strader delivers another hard blow to Vicious, and he reels backwards into the steel pole. Strader goes for another forearm again, but Vicious ducks and Strader slams into the pole with her arm, causing her to yell out in agony. Strader then rushes Vicious, who sidesteps her and pushes her into the steel steps. Strader slams her knees into the steel and flips over to land roughly on her back. Vicious steps to the top of the stairs and drives a knee into Strader. Vicious then picks up Strader and tosses her over the barrier and into the fans. Vicious follows and the two begin to battle it out among the fans. The ref follows and the three fight up the concrete stairs to the entrances of the arena. Strader kicks Vicious in the gut and goes for a DDT on the steps, but Vicious plants his feet and shoves Strader against the frame of the entrance way.
Simon Kalis: Wilkie, Webb and Rayne are getting a good view while eating and drinking our food! Be right back, going to grab some Saki.
Scott Nash Strader: Grab some Sushi!
Simon Kalis: Of course, this is all on Blazenwing's pocket book!
Both men fight viciously, falling over the barrier, back to ringside and Strader throws Vicious into the ring. He jumps on the apron and actually springs over the top, diving on top of Vicious! The two men roll on the mat, trading punches. Strader winds up on top and starts pounding Vicious' face with rights and lefts. Vicious kicks a low blow to free himself, then rolls out of the ring. Vicious paces at ringside, trying to shake the cobwebs. But Strader is having none of it! She comes at Vicious with a baseball slide, knocking Trevor Knight into the security railing. Vicious tries to move away on his hands and knees, but Strader grabs an ankle, lifts it in the air and drops Vicious hard on his knee. Vicious is clutching his knee and rolling on the ground. Strader looks to the steel ring steps. She picks them up and lifts them high over his head, then turns to face Vicious. Vicious was faking and jumps up, but Strader tosses the steps aside then dropkicks Strader in the stomach. Strader hits the ground and the steps fall down barely missing her head!
Simon Kalis: Back, Wilkie says don't fart in his chair!
Scott Nash Strader: Oh really? *fart*
Vicious picks up the steps and rams them into the leg of Strader! Vicious bashes his opponent in the head with the steps, he grabs the hurting Meghan Nash Strader and slides it into the ring, then pulls Strader up and slides her in, near the ring post. Vicious stays outside the ring, grabs on to Strader's ankles and crotches him on the ring post! Now Vicious locks on a ring post figure four leg lock! Strader is sitting up and screaming in agony! Strader is looking for any way at all to break the hold, but there isn't anything. She finally grabs on to the ropes and tries pulling herself up. Vicious let's go of the hold, but when Strader tries standing, her leg buckles and she collapses to the mat. Vicious rolls into the ring, Strader is on her hands and knees, trying to stand. Vicious sends her crashing back to the mat with a double axe handle to the back, then kicks Strader to roll her over. Vicious climbs up top and comes down with a Guillotine Leg Drop, but Strader gets her knees up in time! Vicious rolls on the mat, clutching his leg.
Simon Kalis: best Saki is from here ya know?
Scott Nash Strader: Tis true, pass that shrimp roll thing. Is there any Fugo?
Vicious is up on his feet again, but he's limping and the blood from his wound is trailing down his face. Vicious pulls Strader up to her feet. She is not too steady, but Vicious props her up before whipping him across the ring, face first into aturnbuckle that is missing the padding! Strader is starts to bleed from the middle of herforehad. She staggers back, Vicious tries for a dropkick, but Strader sidesteps. As Vicious is getting up, Strader grabs a front face lock...she snap suplexes Vicious into the corner. Vicious is stuck upside down on in the turnbuckle, his legs tangled in the ropes. Strader gets to her feet, holding the rope to steady herself while the blood flows freely, beginning to cover her face. Vicious tries to free himself, but Strader kicks at his hands and puts the boots to him.
Simon Kalis: Save some Saki, I think Meghan will need a drink after this!
Scott Nash Strader: Gonna need more anyways!
Vicious is still struggling to free his leg. Strader runs toward Vicious and baseball slides Vicious right in the face.
Simon Kalis: What are we doing after this?
Scott Nash Strader: Think Meghan says we have to say and watch the Main Event.
Simon Kalis: Wait, something is gonna try and follow this?! That's crazy talk.
Strader moves to the other side of the ring and jumps up on the top turnbuckle. As Meghan is planning a launch from one side of the ring to the other Dead-End jumps up on the apron between Meghan and Vicious. He gives her a cold glare, as Meghan sneers back. Strader yells at him, as Tamika comes around the corner and pulls Dead-End off the ring arpon. The distraction caused by Dead-End is enough, however, as Vicious gets to his feet after escaping the ropes.
Scott Nash Strader: Sisters sticking together... its nice to see as a father.
Strader drops to the canvas, her leg still pained, but stalks to Dead-End and gets in his face! They argue heatedly for a moment, and Strader rears back to hit him! However, Tamika yells at Meghan that Vicious is up. As Meghan spins, and she gets speared by Vicious!
Simon Kalis: Tamika couldn't warn Meghan quick enough there!
Vicious crawls over to Strader and applies an STF. Strader is in obvious pain, struggling for the ropes to try and get some leverage to pull herself either up or right out of the ring. Vicious tries to get to his feet and falls backwards, dragging Strader back to the middle of the ring, but he didn't drop the hold. Vicious finally releases the hold. Vicious is having problems standing on his own, and he's favoring his right shoulder, but he manages to get up to the top rope.
Simon Kalis: Man, I can't believe these two are still at it.
Vicious looking to awe his audience caught by Strader, who, jumping to her feet, pushes one of Vicious' legs to the inside of the ropes, effectively catching Trevor Knight's junk on the top rope!
Scott Nash Strader: Oh I remember that move, I've felt, now I've seen it live.
Simon Kalis: That would devastate Tamika if--- oh right, you're her dad.
Strader climbs up the to the top rope, and pulls Vicious up. She tries lifting Vicious up, but can't quite do it. She tries again but places his head under her arm and hooks his and Meghan Nash Strader lifts Vicious from the top rope and and receives the SECOND HAND STRADER!
Scott Nash Strader: What a devasting Double Arm DDT! I taught her that you know.
Simon Kalis: You should see the thing Tamika ---- Why the fuck do I keep forgetting you're here?! Oh right, the Saki!
Both Meghan and Trevor are motionless on the mat and the crowd is cheering both of them on big time! Dead-End and Tamika Nash Straders are at ringside, cheering on them on as the ref starts a ten count.
Scott Nash Strader: Meghan you have to get the win, you can't get his title this way!
Simon Kalis: Meghan is one tough woman Scott, she won't go down easy and you know that.
As the ref reaches eight, Strader actually moves first a bit, as she rolls to her side, breathing hard and the blood cascading down her forehead. At nine, she grabs the ropes but notices Vicious doing the same... the ref stops the count, though he COULD have hit ten easily, giving both men the props to be moving at all!
Scott Nash Strader: Fucking eh, the first official title defense of the AoWF will not end in a double count out, good for the referee!
Strader and Vicious stand, and both unsure of their balance, and they bump into each other. Strader swings, Vicious ducks and lifts Strader up with his shoulder, forcing him to the ropes! Vicious grabs Strader, whips her across the ring, but Strader reverses it! Vicious hits the ropes, comes back, ducks a clothesline from Strader, connects with the opposite ropes and flies off with a flying clothesline, connecting with Strader and sending them both to the canvas!
Simon Kalis: Holy fuck Scott, what did you put your kids through when they were growing up?
The ref counts again, but at six, Vicious sits up, much to the delight of the crowd to see the carnage continue. He stands, wiping the blood from his face. Strader, getting to her feet, doesn't see Vicious in time, and Trevor Knight scoops Strader up and over... with a vicious piledriver! Meghan's body goes limp in the ring. Vicious covers.
Scott Nash Strader: NO!!!!
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3/Shoulder up!
Simon Kalis: Holy fuck, she kicked out!! Look at those three idiots over there eating our food and enjoying this.
Vicious' eyes are wide; he looks exhausted and drags Strader to her feet. Vicious wastes no time, and locks in the SHANGLI-RA. Vicious wrenches hard as Meghan slowly falls to her knees. Vicious continues applying pressure, and Meghan's eyes begin to roll to the back of her head from the pain. The ref lifts her arm.
It falls.
He lifts again.
Falls.
One more time...
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Your winner by TKO... and still AoWF Television Champion... VICIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
'Everything I Touch' starts to play and as Vicious takes his title back. Meghan is helped out of the ring by her sister Tamika, as the group head backstage.
BWF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP
Alexander O'Ryan vs. Gabe Shelley (C)
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall... it is for the BWF World Championship... and it is your AoWF/BWF Honor Bound: Night One Main Event!
Alex Wilkie: It's been a hell of a night so far, guys, but we're at the main event now, who knows what's going to happen?
Rayne: Hell, we don't even know if there WILL be a main event!
Nick Webb: For all intents and purposes, this may be the shortest pay-per-view culmination in BWF history. An auspicious way to start our official representation in the AoWF, to be sure.
Scott Benjamin: Introducing first, the challenger... he hails from Mexico City, New Mexico by way of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 222 pounds... he is... ALEXANDER... O'RYAN!!!
Alexander O'Ryan comes through the curtain, accompanied by no music which makes the jeers he receives from the crowd that much more audible than normal. He makes his way to the ring, not ignoring the crowd, but giving zero specified reaction to them either, simply taking it all in for what it is with a smug grin on his face. O'Ryan enters the ring and looks towards the stage awaiting his opponent/looks to his opponent awaiting the bell to start this match.
Nick Webb: Alexander O'Ryan has been a thorn in Gabe Shelley's side since the day he appeared in BWF, and tonight, he makes his in-ring debut as he faces Shelley - possibly - for the BWF World Championship.
Alex Wilkie: Nobody has ever debuted in a BWF World Title match in the company's past before. We're witnessing history being made here tonight in Osaka!
Rayne: Imagine if he's just awarded the title... O'Ryan will become the ONLY man in BWF history to become World Champion before throwing a single punch in the company!
Nick Webb: You're forgetting David Blazenwing. Second BWF Champion in history, awarded himself the belt when Bam left in 2003.
Rayne: Oh, yeah.
Alex Wilkie: I liked the part where you pretended Dave mattered.
Rayne: HA!
Scott Benjamin: And introducing his opponent... he is your current and reigning -
Before Benjamin can finish, "Superstar" by Saliva hits the BlazenTron and BWF C.E.O. David Blazenwing walks out onto the stage, Gabe Shelley's still-spraypainted BWF World Championship over his shoulder. The fans cheer as Blazenwing walks down to the ring, then rolls inside. He motions for a mic and the music subsides as O'Ryan watches on, intrigued.
David Blazenwing: Don't worry, Alex, I'll be out of your hair in a moment. See, here's the thing. You watched the beginning of the pay-per-view tonight. Shelley came out here, whined like a little baby girl, handed in his man card and left this belt in the middle of the ring because he didn't like how things have been turning out here in BWF.
The fans in Osaka seem torn, some cheering for Shelley out of respect, some booing due to his perceived lack of respect towards the BWF and AoWF.
David Blazenwing: So, here's the deal. It's too late to name a replacement for Shelley tonight. We just had a fantastic match which saw Vicious successfully retain his AoWF Television Championship against BWF's own Meghan Nash Strader, and admittedly, I'm secretly pleased due to both Miss Strader's actions against myself last night in Tokyo which saw me lose my PWA Intercontinental Championship to Simon Kalis... and her apparent allegiance, or perhaps relationship, with the waste of oxygen known as Matthew "Virus" Engel.
The crowd again half cheers, half boos. David looks at the section where Meghan, her sister and Simon Kalis had been sitting earlier in the night, now empty, and merely shrugs.
David Blazenwing: Whatever. Anyways, my point is, this is a simple decision. I hate robbing the great fans here in Osaka of the greatest main event they would have seen this entire week, but with the BWF World Champion taking his ball and going home, I have no choice. Gabe has made his decision and now it's time for the referee to decide this match. Mr. Kosiboski, start the match!
DING!
The fans are booing as the head referee starts to count out Gabe Shelley...
1...
2...
3...
The cameras switch backstage and the fans turn their attention to the BlazenTron.
4...
5...
David Blazenwing: Mike, Mike. Let's see where this goes...
The referee stops the count as the camera is pointed at the tunnel to the entrance ramp. We see Mr. Hardcore laying out cold just like others from the night. This time, he lays in a pool of his own blood as a Singapore cane lays broken in half beside him. The fans erupt in hopes as to what may be happening. The arena goes dark as a guitar sound starts to strum and echo throughout the arena. A drum kicks in slowly as "Repeat Offender" by Trapt starts to play and the fans all jump to their feet as an old video starts to play.
Where do I turn
I'm always questioning my sanity
Will I ever learn
I have always stolen my identity
The music starts to pick up as red, white, and blue lights start to fill the arena. They flash as the same three spotlights race around the crowd to find a certain hero. A "Shelley" chant quickly breaks out as O'Ryan gets "battle ready" and prepares for any kind of ambush. The lights become brighter as the music keeps playing, the old Gabe Shelley entrance video playing on the Tron.
Anyone forgive
Anyone forget
I don't want a life without respect
Life without respect
Feel there is nowhere that I fit
Nowhere that I fit
Just as the chorus gets ready to start, Gabe Shelley makes an appearance on the top of the stage with the old red, white, and blue Singapore cane made famous in RXW. He drags the tip of it along the ground, wearing a very old "Mad Dogg" t-shirt.
I am a repeat offender
I will live with this forever
I am a repeat offender
I am a repeat offender
Scott Benjamin: And introducing his opponent... he is your current and reigning BWF World Champion... He is "Mad Dogg"... GABE... SHELLEY!!!
The fans are going wild as Gabe starts to raise his arms to the crowd gets them going. He starts to walk down the ramp and makes sure to touch all the hands of the fans he missed earlier in the night.
Rayne: You don't think that GABE had something to do with all of those attacks tonight do you?
Nick Webb: You're damn right he did! It's Gabe Shelley!
Alex Wilkie: No gents, that's Mad Dogg, bitch!
Gabe makes his way to the bottom the the ramp and points the cane at O'Ryan who is telling him to bring it. Standing ringside is Blazenwing who can't help but try and hide the smirk on his face. Gabe drops the cane and charges into the ring, and both men begin talking trash immediately, Gabe incensed while O'Ryan smirks, knowing he's made it inside the Champion's head.
DING!
After a moment of jaw jacking, Gabe is the first to lose his cool and shoves O'Ryan hard, who stumbles backwards before launching himself forward with a short arm clothesline! Shelley quickly gets back to his feet and he quickly locks up with O'Ryan. The two men battle back and forth, jockeying for position, but O'Ryan gets the advantage again and pushes Gabe into the corner with authority.
Alex Wilkie: Gabe is letting his emotions get the best of him, he needs to stay focused or we're going to be looking at a new BWF World Champion!
O'Ryan takes a step back and charges Gabe with a running knee, but instead gets a hard kick to the stomach that doubles him over long enough for Gabe to get out of the corner. O'Ryan manages to turn around and is hit by a second boot to the gut, sending him into the corner opposite where Gabe just was. Gabe rushes in and hits a running shoulder tackle, sending O'Ryan down. Gabe once again comes back and begins to stomp O'Ryan down. Gabe pops back up quickly as the fans cheer for their apparently reinvigorated Champion. Gabe grabs O'Ryan's leg and pulls him to the center of the ring, then goes for the cover.
1!
Kickout!
O'Ryan kicks out with ease. Gabe does not fret the kickout too much as he pulls O'Ryan to his feet and begins to toss a couple of hard lefts and rights, then sets up for the Jersey Cutter (Twist of Fate), but as he goes for it, O'Ryan counters, catching Gabe and shoving him into the ropes before dropping him with a hard belly to belly suplex! Gabe arches his back as he hits the mat and the Japanese fans boo O'Ryan loudly.
Nick Webb: Alexander O'Ryan catching the ire of our international fans here in Japan.
Rayne: Can't blame them! This O'Ryan guy has been a complete slimeball since the day he showed his face in BWF... he's an absolutely despicable human being!
Alex Wilkie: So, he's a young you, basically.
Rayne: Exactly. HA!
Back in the ring, O'Ryan stays on Gabe, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet. He whips Gabe into the ropes and as he comes back, O'Ryan catches Gabe by the head and spins him into a DDT. O'Ryan stands back to his feet as Gabe lays there, then O'Ryan stomps a couple times on Gabe's back as the Champion groans in pain. O'Ryan goes for the pin.
1!
2!
Kickout! Gabe gets his shoulder up easily at two.
Nick Webb: O'Ryan impressive here so far in his BWF debut. I don't know if Gabe had a chance to see what O'Ryan could do from his PWA stint as Xan Vaxman or El Gringo Tonto last year, but O'Ryan's had plenty of chances to scout the Champion, leaving Gabe at, one would assume, a disadvantage going into this match.
Back in the ring, O'Ryan grabs Gabe's leg and puts him into a single leg Boston crab. Gabe yells out in pain as he scrambles for the ropes. He manages to get to the ropes quickly, forcing O'Ryan to break the hold. Gabe uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, O'Ryan stalking the BWF World Champion, and O'Ryan is on Gabe the second he is up, tossing a few punches before sending him into the nearest corner. This time, O'Ryan hits the running knee into the corner that Gabe countered earlier, and as Gabe stumbles out of the corner, O'Ryan lifts him up and drops him hard with the RuleBreaker (High Knee Lift Inverted Atomic Drop) before going for a quick cover.
1!
2!
No! Gabe once again manages to kickout.
Alex Wilkie: It's going to take a lot more than that to keep Gabe Shelley down! He's always been known for his heart, but resiliency goes hand in hand with that. Gabe's not an easy guy to beat, I know that firsthand.
O'Ryan gets up and looks at referee Mike Kosiboski, who shrugs. O'Ryan lets out a growl as he grabs Gabe's arm and goes up to the second rope but as they go, Gabe reverses and hits an across the knee backbreaker. Gabe quickly pops to the top rope and then goes for a moonsault, but O'Ryan gets up in enough time and slams Gabe down hard with a powerslam.
Alex Wilkie: Gabe changing up his game a bit here, trying out some moves we've never seen. A good strategy, and possibly the only way he's going to be able to beat O'Ryan.
O'Ryan gets up to boos as Gabe arches his back again in pain. O'Ryan waits for Gabe to get up and as he turns around, he hits the Champion with a snap suplex. He lifts Gabe up again and sends him into the ropes, and as he comes back, O'Ryan hits a spinning elbow to Gabe's head, sending him down to the mat hard. O'Ryan picks Gabe up once again and sends him into the ropes again and tries for the same thing, this time though, Gabe comes back with a flying forearm in O'Ryan's face, sending him flying backwards!
Rayne: Finally, a sign of life from Gabe!
O'Ryan gets up quickly but before Gabe can strike with any offense, O'Ryan slips out of the ring and begins walking around. All of a sudden, Gabe soars over the ropes with a flying dive, clearing the top rope and taking out O'Ryan! The crowd cheers wildly as Gabe gets back up and slides O'Ryan back into the ring, following before hooking a leg.
1!
2!
Kickout! O'Ryan manages to get his shoulder up in time.
Nick Webb: The momentum is squarely in Gabe's corner now, if he can keep this up, he can still pull out this victory!
Back in the ring, Gabe has pulled O'Ryan to his feet and hits him with a dropkick. Gabe then runs and jumps over O'Ryan, using the middle rope as a springboard and hits a springboard splash before laying punches into him as he does.
Nick Webb: Gabe borrowing some moves from his old girlfriend Katie James' moveset, it looks like!
Gabe goes for the pin, but is too close to the ropes and O'Ryan manages to reach out and grab them. Gabe then lifts O'Ryan and whips him into the ropes once again. This time, he hooks O'Ryan into a vertical suplex and as he brings O'Ryan up, Gabe begins to fall backward with the move, but somehow, O'Ryan slips behind Gabe and as Gabe turns around he is hit with a stiff kick to the face, sending Gabe out of the ring and to the outside!
Alex Wilkie: And just like that, O'Ryan is in control again! Those kicks are like lightning, you gotta keep an eye out for 'em!
O'Ryan poses for the crowd, eliciting a large round of boos. He starts to move to the ropes, but Gabe has recovered and grabs O'Ryan by the ankles before pulling him out of the ring! Once again, the two begin throwing rights and lefts back and forth at each other, as referee Mike Kosiboski begins to count.
1...
2....
3...
Both men keep throwing punches back and forth, not realizing the ref is counting.
4...
5...
Rayne: I think these two are trying to break each other's faces!
6...
7...
8..
Suddenly, O'Ryan realizes the ref is counting and runs for the ring, followed by Gabe.
9....
Both men manage to slide into the ring in time and the second they break the count, they're back on each other. They fight back to their feet as they trade lefts and rights. Finally, O'Ryan throws one and Gabe manages to block it and sends a hard right into O'Ryan's jaw, knocking him to the mat. Gabe signals for the end, then motions for O'Ryan to get up!
Nick Webb: This could be it here!
O'Ryan reaches his feet and groggily turns around, only for Gabe to hoist O'Ryan onto his shoulders for The reVolt (Cradle Shock)! However, O'Ryan slides off of Gabe's shoulders and tries to lock in his own Goodnight Sweet Prince (Sleeper Hold/Rear Naked Choke)! Gabe gets to the ropes before O'Ryan can lock in the move, though, and he angrily breaks it before getting disqualified. O'Ryan whips Gabe into the ropes, rebounds off them himself, then leaps into the air for a hurricanrana ala El Gringo Tonto, but Gabe holds onto O'Ryan's legs...
...and hits the Foreshadowing (Styles Clash)! Gabe covers as the crowd counts along!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!!!
Scott Benjamin: Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner... and STILL BWF World Champion... GABE... SHELLEY!!!
"Repeat Offender" by Trapt hits the BlazenTron as Gabe Shelley releases the pin, satisfied with his victory. He rolls out of the ring and grabs his red, white and blue Singapore cane sitting at ringside before rolling back into the ring - and there to meet him is none other than David Blazenwing, the BWF World Championship in hand.
David Blazenwing: I never doubted you for a second, buddy.
David smiles, then offers the belt up to Gabe. Gabe nods and smiles back, then swings the cane as hard as he can, CRACKING Blazenwing right between the eyes! The crowd "oohs" loudly as Gabe reaches down and picks up the title.
Gabe Shelley: The only one who never doubted me was me. You wanted the old Gabe Shelley? Now, you get to DEAL with the old Gabe Shelley.
Gabe then rolls out of the ring, title belt over his shoulder and cane in hand as his music plays and celebratory pyro goes off on the stage. Back in the ring, David Blazenwing is now bleeding from the knot between his eyes.
Nick Webb: Well, I don't know if that was called for, but regardless, Gabe Shelley is still your BWF World Champion after an impressive display by both men here tonight!
Rayne: We've got three more nights of Honor Bound, guys, Victory Wrestling tomorrow night, REBEL Pro Friday night and PWA Sunday night... but if you ask me, those guys are gonna have a hell of a time topping BWF's Honor Bound!
Alex Wilkie: I can't argue with that, Rayne. Hey, Nick?
Nick Webb: Yeah?
Alex Wilkie: Can I sign us off? Please? I've always wanted to do it!
Nick Webb: (Laughing) Sure thing, knock yourself out.
Alex Wilkie: For Rayne and Nick Webb, I'm "Grade A" Alex Wilkie... good night from Osaka, Japan! We'll see you next week for Havok!
We see one more shot of Gabe Shelley celebrating on stage with the BWF World Title (now joined by Xaria Linette) before the screen fades to the BWF logo, then the AoWF logo, then static.
© Blazenwing Wrestling Federation 2011